Okay, it's been some time and this isn't that long but I wanted to bring it up anyways, so I hope you have some fun.
Thanks to my beta EmCelle and go read her work as long as there is some time left!
Don't own Lost Girl.
Chapter 5
Some years back, somewhere in Toronto, Canada
Dyson: "Toronto Police! Don't move! Hands up where I can..."
Lauren: "Dyson?"
A loud bang. Wood against brick wall. A different bang than the rhythmic ones Lauren had heard only seconds before and definitely not as satisfying and relaxing as the ones she felt before.
Shirt in hand. A screaming girl underneath her body. As well, that tone wasn't as excited and turned on as it had been seconds before.
L: "What the hell, are you... put that fucking gun down!"
D: "Sorry!"
L: "And turn around!"
D: "S-sorry!"
Great. Her brother in full Police Department Gear at the bedroom door. A wide opened bedroom door. Looking, no, staring at her naked buttock and back, blocking the view of that damn hot woman on the sideboard opposite the entrance, also almost naked. Was that a grin?
L: "I said turn around! Just go! Dyson, go."
Eyes shooting venom.
D: "I'll wait ou-"
L: "Gooooo!"
Hands in the air, he left. Giggling. Not even closing the door.
Girl: "What was that?"
L: "My stupid brother."
Being pushed off of that warm and soft flesh, the blonde was kissing, biting, blowing hot breaths on only seconds ago. Stumbling over clothes and shoes. Almost hitting the floor. Damn that girl was strong.
G: "You can't be serious."
What did Lauren do? She wasn't the one bursting into that meat fest of limbs and moans and sucking flesh. No! Not her. But her damn brother, who gonna pay for that! She was so close. So fucking close, literally.
L: "Tara, I'm sorry. Let me kick his ass and maybe we could-"
T: "I think you better go with him."
L: "But, uhm, okay."
Picking up clothes. She found her jeans on the nightstand, bra next to it on the floor, a sock, a second sock under the bed. Oh her panties, she loved those black ones. How did they end up on the floor lamp at the window? Anyways, she was positive that she had come over with a blouse on that evening. A white one, with long sleeves and...
T: "You looking for this?"
The blonde was kneeling on the floor, bare ass in mid air. Looking up to the girl next to the door, holding that blouse in slender fingers and the sheets around her body. Tightly. Lauren was searching for that piece of fabric under the sideboard she had felt pure blitheness and an almost life changing orgasm upon.
Really that good. Really that close. And most of all, really that frustrating.
Standing up, walking over, smiling apologetically.
L: "I really am sorry about my brother."
Taking the blouse. Slipping in her panties and bra. Zipping up her jeans, then hopping along the floor, adjusting her socks to get to her shoes. Interesting. Her shoes were waiting patiently right in front of the closet. How ever did they end up there...
L: "Seriously, I don't know what has gotten into him."
Tara was staring at the floor. Very silent. Both hands now clinging on those sheets. Buttoning her blouse, the blonde tried again.
L: "I had a really great evening with you and I'd really love to-"
T: "Don't forget your car keys. I think you threw them on the kitchen counter after we got in."
Well, that sounded like she just received a full blown push in the balls. Her girl balls. Deep inside her guts. Hurt like hell and you wouldn't even know where to put on that damn ice pack.
L: "Ooo-kay."
Leaning forward to catch one last taste of that delicious lips, but just found the soft skin of a palm instead. Okay, a palm. Could have been worse.
L: "So, uh, okay. I- I'll give you a call when-"
T: "I'd rather you didn't."
Ouch. That is the worst-thing. Slapped, smacked, clashed in her face.
L: "But- uhm..."
T: "Look, Lauren..."
Her blue eyes wouldn't stand still or once lock with those begging hazel ones.
T: "You are really great and I had a lot of fun those past three weeks..."
L: "And here it comes..." Spoken to herself, under her breath, Tara didn't even realize she had said anything.
T: "... but- uhm, I think we should stop seeing each other. Don't get me wrong, it's not you..."
Oh no, please, just don't. No. No...
T: "... it's me."
Oh God!
L: "Yeah, well, then..."
T: "Yes. I was told that your brother..."
Wait what?
L: "What about my brother?"
Challenging eyes. A hint of anger in her voice. Right now she wanted to hurt Dyson, really bad, but that's her right as his sister. No one else's.
T: "Ciara said, that-"
L: "Ciara? What does she have to do with anything?"
Ciara. Pff. Lauren couldn't stand her. She had been an awful girlfriend. She broke Dyson's heart when she made out in that club, with that chick, on that dance floor. A chick! A hot one, she had to admit, but Dyson broke down. Asking Lauren, what she had that he hadn't. Well, apart from the obvious...
T: "She told me to be careful, because you and your brother would share a very- deep relationship. And that he would be overly protective when it comes to you."
Okay. Enough.
L: "You know what? I think you're right. I shouldn't call you. And neither should you try to call me."
Stomping out, grabbing keys, storming through the front door. Dyson's forefinger held up in the air, mouth open to speak...
L: "Not now, Dyson. We're leaving. Now!"
D: "Okay."
Step, step, step, stumbling, straightening up against the wall, walking on, step, step, outside the front door.
D: "Lau-"
L: "Your car?"
Frustrated, impatient. She just wanted to leave. Forget that night. Forget her anger. Forget that she really wanted to hurt Dyson. Very much.
D: "Over there, but uhm..."
L: "Not now Dyson!"
D: "Okay."
Walking up to that Chevrolet. A black Chevrolet. Plastered with big letters. P-O-L-I-C-E.
Unbelievable. He knew how to make an entrance. The blue lights still flipping. But no sounds. Better this way. Neighbors at windows, watching, staring, whispering.
Fuck off!
L: "That's so not happening."
Entering the front seat. Staring out the windshield. Waiting for the engine to rev. Dyson climbed in. Looking at the fuming blonde.
What's that's smell? After shave. Not Dyson's. Not hers for sure.
Turning around. A man in the back. Holding chips in his left and a Slush Ice up to his mouth. Frozen in tracks. Watching her. Like a movie. Lips in search for the straw. Tongue swirling to catch the plastic.
L: "And who the hell are you?"
Slurping. Gulping. Watching.
Man: "Hale?"
L: "Hale?"
Man: "Hale!"
Turning back to Dyson. Eyes searching his. Waiting. Waiting longer. Brows perking up. Explanation please?
D: "Oh, uh that's Hale!"
L: "Really?"
D: "Yes."
H: "Yup!"
L: "Oh boy!"
Hands in air. Eyes darting out. More explanation, like now!
D: "Oh, you want to know who Hale is?"
L: "Wow Dyson, you're really fast tonight."
D: "He's my partner!"
L: "Your partner?"
D: "My partner."
H: "Yup."
L: "Hale is your partner?"
D: "That's what I said."
L: "Like in Police Officer Partner- Partner?"
D: "Yes."
H: "Yup."
L: "Great!"
Hands falling on knees with a claps. A loud one. That hurt a bit. She sighed. A heavy breath. Turning back to her brother, she stared, and stared. And punched his shoulder, and punched and punched and punched and...
D: "Ouch dammit, Laur! St- Stop! Lauren!"
L: "You dumb-ass! Fucking, fracking, freaking, holly, goddamn dumb-ass!"
She heard cracking of chips between teeth and more slurping and a rustle of a bag and more crackling of chips.
L: "Stop that!"
Hale in the back, dead in tracks again. Mouth open, chips inches away. His hand moved slowly to his lips.
Forefinger pointing dangerously. Eyes piercing.
L: "Don't you dare!"
Mouth closing, hands opening and the fried potatoes fell down.
L: "Drive!"
D: "Okay."
Silence. Street lamps rushed past. Light, dark, light, dark, light. A red one stopped the car. She felt eyes on her. Two pairs. Her jaw clenched hurtfully, tight fist clutched the sides of her seat, preventing them from moving on their own and right into those faces looking at her.
D: "I-"
L: "What was that Dyson?"
D: "You haven't been returning my calls."
L: "Yeah, I was kinda busy there!"
D: "You haven't been returning my messages either!"
L: "So now this is my fault?"
Those noises again. Slurping, crackling, gulping, rustling of a bag. She'd kill both. Maybe she could put a slant on the crime as acting out of self-defense. She could almost taste insanity on her tongue. Crawling up into her brain.
D: "No, All I'm saying is..."
L: "Yeah what are you saying? 'Cause I don't get it. Really! How did you even find me?"
H: "Oh now, that is getting interesting!"
L+D: "Shut up!"
Dead stare. Hale holding his chips free hand up in defense, mouthing 'ooookay'.
L: "And where in all black holes out there, did you find this Big Crunch?"
H: "What was that?"
High pitched voice.
D: "He's my part-ner!"
Stretching the last word.
L: "And that is important because...?"
Waving hands. Finish that sentence. Nice game they played on cold winter nights to forget the shivers.
H: "I wouldn't miss all," drawing circles with chips and Slush ice hands, "this!"
Shaking head. Looking back to her brother.
L: "Forget it. So, may I repeat as you haven't answered yet: How- did you find- meeee?"
Emphasizing the question on the important parts. 'How' and 'find me'. To make sure he'd get it this time.
Dyson mumbled some words. The traffic light turned from red, to green and to red again. Good thing it was dark and late and no one was on the streets anymore. No one but them.
L: "What was that?"
D: "Police stuff."
H: "He tracked your phone!"
D: "Hale?!"
H: "What man? You did!"
L: "What?"
Anger in her voice. Confusion in his gaze. Suppressed laughter from the backseat. Okay, she'd kill that crunch-slurper first.
L: "Y-You misused Police equipment on your first months as a rookie to track down my fucking phone? What the hell were you thinking Dyson? You could get fired! This is totally illegal."
Silence.
L: "Dyson!"
D: "I know, Laur!"
L: "So why did you-"
D: "I was afraid okay?"
Blink. Blink again just to be sure she wasn't dreaming.
L: "What?"
Much softer now, less heated. Her hand sliding across the middle console to find his hand on his thigh.
L: "I wasn't even gone for a day."
D: "You haven't been returning my calls, Laur. You've never ever not returned my calls. And you weren't at home. You normally are at home when I come back from work. 'cause you're studying, like all the time. 'Cause you're smart. You're the smartest person I know.
And when you're not devouring your books, you're preparing one of those slimy organic meals that you love and I hate but I eat them nonetheless, 'Cause it makes you happy and they keep me staying healthy and when you're happy, I'm happy and I just- freaked out I guess."
L: "Dyson..."
D: "No look,..."
He took her hand in his now. They locked eyes. His face full of guilt and sadness and... those damn noises again.
D: "Dude, could you maybe not do that?"
H: "Yup."
But he didn't. Instead continued to eat and drink and stare and just being all audience like.
D: "Anyways, look, Lauren. I am sorry. I really am. But we have about three in the morning and you are acting out of character right now, because, boy three in the fucking morning! You rip my balls off or at least throw something heavy at me for being too freaking loud every time I sit in our living room, watching TV, but you decided that it was sleeping time."
She chuckled. All the anger vanished into thin air. Maybe he was overly protective. Maybe he overreacted. Maybe he was an ass most of the time. But he cared. He cared big time. No one else did.
L: "I'm sorry, too."
Grabbing inside her bag, searching for her phone. It was on vibrate and the display spitted three hundred sixty five missed calls and helluva lot of unread messages at her. A smile on her lips and the phone near her head, showing the reminder of the events to her brother, who acted like her father. Her twin brother and she was grateful to have him in her life more than ever.
L: "Don't ever change, Dyson."
They share a hug. A tight one.
L: "And don't you dare doing something like that again."
She whispered in his ear and pinched his junk hard when she turned away. He yelled and she smiled and Hale hollered throwing chips all over the backseat.
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