Chapter 20
"It's been a week and still no news," Kenzi was pacing the length of their new place, a tiny suburban house where Trick had relocated them after the inadvertent ruination of the crack shack.
"It's been a week and you are still not in control of your windy powers," Dyson threw back, "And really sorry for the physiologically ambiguous term."
"I am just worried –for Bo and her Stag Hunt, for you and your legs," the girl plopped down on the said legs straddling the wolf's lap, "And with Hale on the loose I'm doubly worried."
"Hale wouldn't find us at this new address, thanks to Trick and his stack of hidey-holes for fae on the run. Go help Bo, my fearless," Dyson tucked a strand of dark reddish hair behind her small ear in a gentle caress, "She needs you to win this and we'll be al right with the good doctor on guard, unless, of course, I die of acute boredom."
"Talking of boredom," Kenzi visibly brightened up as if an idea flashed through her mind right at that spot in the conversation, "Guess we both need a dose of anti-ennui." She moved up his thighs in a provocative wiggle looping her fingers under his belt. Dyson watched her approach with an amused expression that was fast shifting towards a turned-on one, the more south Kenzi got in her exploration of the territory. His one hand pressed between her shoulder blades bringing her another inch closer and the wolf ducked his head into her neck, sensitizing her already tingling skin with light bites and kisses while his other hand started on getting rid of the girl's leopard-spotted top. With the last of conscious thought Dyson raised his head from his ministrations on Kenzi's collar-bone and cast a quick glance towards the open door of their new room.
"Lauren and Tamsin are in the house, just in the next room," he rumbled out, his thoughts considerably muddled by Kenzi's stroking fingers that had already gained unrestricted access to the contents of his under-pants.
"Just the time to get prissy," the kitsune chortled and waved her left, not as busily engaged, hand casually. A sudden draught of air swished across the room and slammed the door shut at her unspoken command. Growing equally unceremonious, Dyson simply slashed the girl's top open with an extended talon, the same fate soon befell the skirt and for a split second he stilled before the ever-breathtaking view of Kenzi in her underwear.
"Seriously, D-man, that's my favourite set," the fox whispered arching a bit as his hand ran up the inside of her thigh. "On second thought, not that I care," she got out in a moan as his fingers reached their goal and started their clever attack first through the thin fabric of her panties, then without their flimsy hindrance as they joined the heap of discarded clothes on the floor.
Lost in her sensations, Kenzi braced herself with her both arms against Dyson's chest while the wolf was taking her higher and higher until she was crying out his name, her hips moving in sync with his fingers in her and on her. The little fox hit the peak of her pleasure and fell exhausted onto Dyson's chest, her ragged breathing warming his shoulder as she nosed his collar-bone. He gave her no time to bask in the afterglow, though, as his ready cock took the place his finger had just vacated. His arm looped around the girl dragging her up, his lips found one of her nipples while his hand teased the other. Immediately roused, Kenzi straightened on his lap and launched onto another ride that soon took her to the same destination. Hearing his name shouted in ecstasy the wolf, already high on her pleasure, sped up the pumping and with a final thrust followed her over the brink to a blinding climax.
After the last of the afterglow dissipated, Kenzi collected herself wearily off Dyson's lap and bent to pick up her clothes. "Long-range thinking on my part to do the shopping prior to some thrusty-grindy action," she huffed, observing the torn fabric sadly and crossing the room to a small wardrobe to select a new outfit. "At least, the destruction of the crack-shack gave me and my bestie a perfect excuse to refresh our stocks," she chirped rifling through the heaps of clothes inside.
"Well, unless you learn to keep a tighter rein on your powers, we might soon find ourselves moving to another temporary abode and in need of another wardrobe restocking," the wolf grumbled taking in the state of the room in a circular once-over. At his words Kenzi detached herself from the all-important process of picking clothes and looked around – a lot of lighter and unfastened objects seemed to have been recently scattered, a teacup sat right in the middle of the room, sporting a nasty chip. The girl's eyebrows shot up in surprise, "Have I gone full-Carrie on the place?"
"Guess, you were too busy to control the air flow your intense feelings brought into being," Dyson sighed with a smug, self-satisfied expression.
"See what you've pushed me to, wolfie, totally your fault," Kenzi giggled but her mirth faded as she zeroed in on the deep claw marks on Dyson's still uncovered chest. "And that? Pure animal sex?" she transferred her disbelieving gaze onto her short nails. "Guess, I was grabbing for more purchase while definitely thinking with what is loosely termed my downstairs brain," she mumbled apologetically.
"It's ok, babe. There's not a part of what happened that I minded," Dyson replied with a twinkle and started pulling on his shirt.
The girl turned back from the sight of him with an effort and extracted a black top from the wardrobe. "And something subdued for the Stag Hunt," she intoned, "Gloomy enough to blend in with the autumnal forest? Why do I have to freeze my exquisite tush in the wilderness while Bo is prancing around the ball room with her boobs falling out of her sumptuous dress?"
"Cos you are not the first ever unaligned succubus contending for the position of the Light fae ruler," the wolf returned calmly, "and because you don't have much to drop out of the cleavage."
"I would take offense if I wasn't damned sure you have just thoroughly enjoyed my not much," Kenzi mumbled diving into the lower depths of the wardrobe for a pair of black pants, then for a shoe box. "And a pair of disgustingly heelless boots to glum me up," she said plaintively, "that's instead of glamming me up."
Kenzi was reasonably spot-on in her description of Bo's current activities as the succubus was really doing the rounds of the ball room, pressing flesh and bestowing smiles and flashing her cleavage around while her two political promoters – the Blood King and the Morrigan – were doing their political promotional thing in closed-door conference with the Elders. Bo was on her tenth lap of the room and already throwing despairing glances at her obviously meager stack of vote stones – the light fae were clearly reluctant to back the dark horse, even if she looked like sex on two very long shapely legs.
"Seems like I am airing my tits for nothing," she murmured to herself, covering her growing frustration with a generic smile. At that seemingly desperate juncture, however, the tide turned for the beautiful rebel as the side doors to the conference room opened and Trick emerged, looking tired but triumphant, closely followed by the Morrigan in a surprisingly modest cream dress. They both trained their eyes at Bo and gave a simultaneous wink that the succubus rightly interpreted as a sign to push her chest proudly forward and raise her head higher and with more confidence. And she was not the only one to take their cue from the jubilant air of those two immensely powerful fae, as most everyone in the room knew that could only be the sign of their prevailing upon the traditions and restrictions and getting the Elder's support for the highly unorthodox candidate.
Evony, who had no right to vote and whose mere presence at the event would have been unthinkable even a few months before, made her languorous way across the room to Bo and dropped a light peck on her cheek. "You're on, honey, I hope to enjoy our cooperation unless you screw up at the hunt," she drawled into the other woman's ear.
"Get me onto the hunt and I won't let the side down," Bo hissed back, "though can't promise the same as to the enjoyability of our future cooperation,"
With an arrogant once-over the Moriggan slithered out and even those of the fae who had been righteously indignant at her appearance on the Light territory made a note of her clearly expressed endorsement of one of the candidates.
Trick came up to stand at his grand-daughter's side and gave a satisfied smirk when one of the Elders he had just been wrangling with crossed the room to cast a stone for Bo. Afterwards, it was a rush of the yet-undecided fae, persuaded by the show to part with their voting stones in favour of the charming gorund-breaking succubus.
"Seems like I am getting enough votes to get me on the Hunt," the succubus gave the first sincere smile of the evening, "How did you manage to move those old retrogrades, Gramps?"
"Sorry to say that, but Evony was of great help. She scored heavily with the idea of the Ash she felt she could work with instead of constantly bicker with. And I gave my carefully prepared pitch on the need to change the old ways that are clearly failing us," Trick paused and ran a weary hand across his sweaty brow, "And the clincher was my pledge on your behave to choose the side if you are elected."
"What?!" Bo half-cried half-hissed in outrage, though if she were completely honest with herself, that was something she had seen coming.
"The Light fae ruler, by definition, should be a Light fae," her grand-father replied solemnly, "You knew it as well as I did, Bo. Shoving you down everyone's throats as the candidate was hard enough but this is the point they would have never budged."
The succubus looked dejected but, catching a surprised glance from a passing voter, pulled herself together and lit up with self-induced good mood again, "Well, we can go through this together with Kenz. Besides, the existing Light/Dark divide might not have long to live if I get to have any say in it," she whispered darkly, "The fae don't need something to divide them, they need something to unite them. Or someone."
At that time in the living room of their hiding place Tamsin and Lauren were engaged in a stare-down contest. The doctor was the first to avert her brown eyes, due more to the human eye strain than to lack of resolve, but it caused the valkyrie to give an unveiled chortle of small triumph.
"Why don' you go hurry Kenzi up instead of snorting all over the place like a stuffed-nose badger?" Lauren snapped.
"I am not your lackey and we still have time till Trick calls," Tamsin didn't move from her lounging position in an arm-chair, "Your nerves are frayed, doctor, can't stand the wait any more than you can stand my stare?"
Lauren chose not to rise to that bait but the valkyrie was not done with the snark session, "Besides, I don't want to walk in on something that, going by the sounds my superior fae ears have picked, are typical of a highly private activity. Though, you might have already forgotten what it sounds like, Dc Lewis."
"How could I have forgotten something I was heavy at with Bo just the previous night," the human bit back.
Further backchat was luckily interrupted by Kenzi appearing in the door in her dark outfit and super sensible shoes. In her flat heels her head was barely reaching Dyson's shoulder when he came up behind her, despite his crutch-induced stoop.
"Ladies," the kitsune announced, "The Kenz is ready for more action. Don't get your hopes up, Dy. I mean rushing to Bo's rescue."
Tamsin grinned and looked sincerely glad to see her little friend and her favourite ex-partner cheered but Lauren's brown eyes were full of deep-seated misery that Kenzi was quick to pick on but refrained from commenting on. The cell phone sitting on the coffee table in the middle of the room chose that moment to trill and Tamsin grabbed it in a fluid motion. "Yes, Trick?" she asked and her face lit up with mischievous anticipation.
"Bo's going hunting in an hour," the valkyrie announced to the audience putting the phone down. "Me and Kenzi are off to take our positions."
Dyson threw a look of pure hate at his crutch and his eyes were full of anguish at having to stay behind, but he rallied and gave his lover a quick hug with his free arm. Then he released her and extended the same hand Tamsin. "Take care of the girls for me, partner," he asked softly, "And of yourself. I still like you alive and in one piece, you know."
The valkyrie had to summon the last of her aloof attitude not to hug the wolf and with a curt nod she strode out of the room. Kenzi took that moment to come up to Lauren and put a comforting hand on the blonde woman's shoulder.
"It'll be fine, LoLo," she said, "We'll come through, Bo and me, and the snark on legs will also lend a hand. Just hold the fort for us. I mean, my wolf …" Her voice trailed off as she motioned a hand at Dyson, lost for words.
"I'll keep an eye on him, I promise, as a doctor and as a friend," Lauren gave a shaky smile, "It's just… It's getting increasingly difficult to be the only human among you, guys."
Kenzi's look was full of silent understanding as she gave Lauren's shoulder another squeeze and hurried to follow Tamsin out.
Author's note: Frankly, I don't know why I decided to get in a bit of sexy times in this chapter. Maybe, I remembered the M rate I had given this story but never got to use properly. Anyway, that's the most explicit I've ever written, so don't be too harsh on me.