I don't own any of these characters – but I love them so I hope you enjoy the next chapter.
Kensi fiddled and fussed with the beautiful fabric. She wished she had Bo with her to help, but there would be no aid there tonight. With a deep sigh she let a single tear fall and managed to get the tartan wrapped around her a little like a naughty sari, or so she thought. When she came out of the bathroom, Dyson was sitting on the couch, the tartan was folded neatly beside him, a beer on the table and a sad, faraway look was in his eyes.
He turned to her, and the faraway look disappeared as he saw her, she'd managed to wrap the tartan in a very traditional way. He smiled at her. "Alainn. Ye look luvly." Kensi blushed and walked up to him. "I could do a hundred things with all this fabric – and it's soo soft. Do you like what I did? And you really need to stop with the whole thick accent and speaking in whatever it is you speak unless you tell me what it means." She'd climbed up on the couch and was sitting on her knees facing him.
Dyson ran the back of his finger down the side of her face again and smiled, "You would wear the tartan just like that if you didn't have an under-dress for some nefarious reason, and I speak a variety of languages; Gaelic is my first though it's a little different from the modern one.." His accent remained relatively thick, Kensi was getting turned on just being near him, smelling him, hearing him say words in his language (though she seriously needed to know what they meant). "Would jumping a sexy wolf man count as nefarious?" Kensi straddled his hips and sat on his lap. "So, brooding aside, are we gonna talk or am I gonna jump your bones. I'm good either way – so long as both happen. You might be happier letting me jump you first cause you can usually knock my ass out…" Dyson kissed her to stop her from talking. He was pretty sure that's what she wanted, and he was very much in favor of his little minx getting what she wanted. As they parted his eyes lost focus on the present. Kensi bounced a little. "I must be losing my touch if I can't keep your focus. Is it the…um… tartan, right?" He smiled and nodded. "Want me to go put on something else and I can spend some solid time listening?"
Dyson looked at the girl and thought for a second, he knew he didn't have much time before she started shooting more questions or making assumptions. "First, seeing you in my tartan is better than anything I can remember, and if you like it that much it's yours. I ask only that you do not cut it." Kensi fingered the soft wool. "I will treasure it like the gift it is Dyson." He was having a harder time with the talking part. He knew he'd have to reveal some unpleasant parts of his past to explain Cyrus.
With a deep breath Dyson began, "First, please keep this information private, it is not something I share easily, some of it isn't known to anyone but me." Kensi nodded emphatically. "Second it has to do with a feud between our clans. In the midst of a war I killed his father, and it's entirely possible I killed most of his family – I was in a kind of berserker rage when I killed his brother. I'll be honest, I don't remember very well anymore." He continued, "Because of the feud, there were three left in his family and three or four of my family left. My uncle called for an end to the feud before he died, but Cyrus never forgave me for killing his father. You see even though his death was at my hand it had nothing to do with the feud. We were in battle and he caught the edge of my blade. When the battle was over he wasn't dead, yet. He asked me to stop the carnage and leave the rest of his family alive. After I agreed he asked me to end his life. He might have survived the battle, but he was maimed. He refused to be a burden to his family. I did as he asked and we ended in peace with one another. As for Cyrus, last I heard he was still living in the old country, and as for why he looks or smells the way he does I have no idea."
Kensi had his full attention, which startled Dyson a little. He'd never really had anyone to talk to about these old battles, they were scars he kept private – but here was the most amazing human, who didn't judge or interrupt, at least usually. It was amazing, she was amazing he thought. Kensi snuggled into him, "can you tell me who Muriel is? That's was what smelly dude said when he went poof, right?" He chuckled a little at her description. "She's, if she is even still alive, she's my sister. In the final raid before I left, two good men, one my Muriel's husband, were killed. My sisters and I decided we'd be safer split up. We were supposed to check in every once in a while. I haven't heard from either of them in nearly a century though. If that son of a bitch has her, I have to get her free."
Kensi laid her head on his chest. "I'll help since that dude Cyrus has a serious hankering for your blood and I don't like it. In other news, I know there's something going on with me, you keep looking at me funny, Trick and Hale both did too, and well, my shoulder really doesn't hurt like I think it should – I mean Bo beat me up pretty good, and I think I should be feeling all creaky and shit, and while I don't feel up like doing jumping jacks I do seem to be healing too fast. I am aware of all that stuff, but I feel like maybe we should handle what we can do tonight, which I believe is well, each other."
Kensi straddled his hips again and put her head on his shoulder. She ground against him a little, and said, "Come on my big strong Scot, take me to bed." He kissed her nose, and then Kensi attacked his mouth and ground against his jeans. "I need to take this off or we'll get it all messy." Dyson had begun attacking her neck and shoulder. "Leave it on," he growled. Kensi giggled and began nipping his jawline. Dyson picked her up and carried her to his bed. He stripped as quickly as possible, and then he grabbed Kensi's legs and pulled her towards him. He kissed her deeply and entered her with one swift thrust. Kensi threw her head back and screamed. He pushed her over the edge several times before he would begin to let go, Kensi was whimpering and moaning, "Mark me Dyson, please make me yours."
He flipped her over, and thrust in deeply while he moved to suckle on her neck, when he reached the space between her shoulder and neck he let his canines grow and as he was thrusting, he bent over and sunk his teeth in. He continued to suckle, lapping and lavishing her, till the edges of the mark were healed. When he leaned in to kiss her shoulder she turned and grabbed his hair pulling him into one of those mind blowing, fall off the world kisses. This caused them both to begin thrusting frantically, trying to get as close as possible to one another. Dyson pulled Kensi back up against him, and sank even further into her ripping a scream from her throat and she shifted against him causing him to groan. Their mutual love and lust for life ripped through them both till they sounded mutual howls and collapsed into each other. Dyson laid them down carefully and kissed her shoulder. Kensi took a deep breath, "damn I needed that." He chuckled and kissed her head. "Me too."
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On the other side of town Bo was fighting with a rage demon when the Ash walked in. He arched an eyebrow at Lauren. The fight was settled, but Lauren was forced to explain what had happened, she was surprised that the Ash let her skirt the reason Bo was there, but she was equally grateful and was given access to the security records. Apparently the Ash didn't like unknown people in his encampment any better than Lauren did.
Hale was called in to oversee the investigation since the very mention of Dyson threw Bo into an almost uncontrollable rage. However, it was only the mention of Kensi or Dyson that caused that reaction. Something Lauren found very interesting; she was trying to keep Bo stable while working on the sample of her blood to try figuring out what was in the shot given to her succubus lover.
Bo threw up her hands, "this is a fricking nightmare Hale. I can't even think of my little sister without getting pissed. I should be happy right? So why do I want to tangle with that rage demon again?" Hale looked up from the screen, and paused the video. "Hey, we'll figure this out, you know that. We'll be a big happy family and all. In the mean time, how about you stop you bitching and start helping me look for the stranger in the midst or at least point out who gave you the shot so we can move forward here, alright? Focus on the here and now and we'll get through this."
Bo rubbed her forehead, "Thanks Hale. Hey, that guy I've never seen here before, the one taking off for that white van. There's someone else in the van with him too."She was pointing at the screen; Hale emailed the picture to himself. "I'm gonna head down to the police station to try and find out who this dude is. Until then, you are not to leave here."
Bo started getting pissed off, "I'm a prisoner here? Why? And just who are you to tell me anything?" She got up and started pacing. Hale stood up, "Hey, hey now Bo, I probably phrased that wrong, let's just say with you all juiced up, the rest of us are safer if you stay with your woman. K?" Hale rubbed her arm and hummed a little and she seemed to calm down. Bo smiled, "sorry I'm such a handful right now." He shook his head and walked away, "no worries."
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Cyrus rarely went to the basement of their new house. In Scotland, at least they'd had a proper dungeon. He entered the room where a woman in a dirty white woolen shift sat, at least most of the time she sat in a fairly comfortable chair, right now she was sitting in the corner staring at the door. She'd been blindfolded and bound for decades, and now she was mostly catatonic. It might have been the early beating and rapes but he'd stopped those years ago. Now he needed her to make potions.
"Muriel, the potion you made was almost perfect; I just need it stronger." Cyrus said quietly. If he spoke louder she tended to scream. Cyrus was shocked as she opened her mouth and spoke, "can I see the sun?" He chuckled, "sure, make the potion and you can see the sun."
She mumbled something else and Cyrus, still shocked by the sound of her voice, didn't understand it; "what did you say?" He remembered a time he loved this woman, but he'd brutalized her too long to really see her as human. Very quietly, though a bit more clearly, "I need more from the targets. Unless you just want the succubus to be uncontrollably angry at everyone?"
He was pacing her small cell which caused her to shrink into herself. "No, no, no…Just at the human and … Dyson." Cyrus knew the name would cause a reaction, he was curious to know what it would be. "D…Dyson, you told me he was dead."
He chuckled, "I did, but apparently I was wrong. So, if I get you more material you can make a stronger potion, right?" She nodded and looked down waiting for Cyrus to leave, which he did. Muriel looked up, there were tears in her eyes, and she whispered, "please find me Dyson, please… " for the first time in nearly a century there was hope in her eyes.
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Kensi woke up before Dyson; which surprised her, she spent a few minutes admiring her mate before slipping off to start some coffee and take a shower. When Dyson awoke a bit later, he could hear Kensi singing in the shower. It occurred to him that she would be feeling pretty sore today and was worried about her shoulder. Slipping quietly into the bathroom he slid into the shower behind her. "Is this a private party, or can anyone join?" Kensi spun around with a smile, wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned her head back to rinse the shampoo out of her hair. "Not anyone is invited, but you are most certainly welcome to join me anywhere and anytime." They kissed and proceeded to use all the hot water by taking their time.
As they were drying themselves Dyson noticed Kensi pouting. With a smirk on his face he sat down next to her, "why are you pouting?" Kensi punched his arm, "I don't pout." The smirk turned to a grin, "then what do you call the look on your face?" She sighed, "I don't have anything but yesterday's outfit to wear, and going to the Dal in yesterday's clothes is tantamount to.. to a walk of shame, and the Kensi doesn't like that."
"Do you want to borrow something?" Dyson asked curiously.
Kensi tilted her head and looked at him like he was slightly crazy. "Have you noticed the minor size difference between us?" The wolf man rolled his eyes, "It's hard not to notice Kens. So we don't go out?" Again she shook her head, "No, I have to face facts, something is going on with me and well, I figure Trick is where we start."
Her gorgeous mate nodded, "I'm glad you came to that finally because I would have hated going around your back." Kensi quickly turned to look at him, "You wouldn't…" Dyson merely arched an eyebrow. "We can stop at your place on the way to the Dal, if…and I mean this, if you promise to be quick. I would like to get to the Dal without running into Bo." Kensi looked very sad, but pulled her boots on and walked over to Dyson. She wrapped her arms around his waist and whispered, "I miss her." He cuddled her close and kissed the top of her head while stroking her back, "I know sweetheart, I know. Let's see if we can't figure at least one of the mysteries surrounding us. Alright?" She nodded.
They arrived at Kensi's and within 15 minutes she had changed and packed a bag. "In case I wind up crashing away from home with stuff I don't already have at Trick's." She said with a smirk. "Let's bolt, I'd just as soon not run into her while she's still off her game." He held out his hand to her and they left the building. When they got outside Kensi stilled for a moment, scrunched up her nose and started trying to run and pull Dyson along. "Kensi, what is it?" She didn't stop trying to pull him along, "that smell from yesterday, it's really strong." That was all he needed to know, pulling out his keys he opened the door for Kensi and quickly walked around the car. As he got in he saw a flash, someone was there. Dyson pulled the car around the back of the dilapidated building, but not quickly enough to catch whoever was there. "Damn, well you are not coming back here till things are settled with both Bo and Cyrus." The old wolf slammed his hand against the steering wheel as he pulled away towards the Dal.
Kensi turned to look at him for a minute, he was so handsome and charming it was no wonder Bo was upset. That said, she had Lauren and really didn't seem to want Dyson any more. Was it any wonder Kensi fell for him? Could she have stopped it? Did it even matter anymore? She rubbed the new mating mark. "Too many questions…" she muttered and shook her head. Dyson reached over and put his hand on her thigh, "anything I can help with?" She smiled at him, "distract me from the loss of my best friend because I fell in love?" He laughed, "well my usual distractions won't work since I am driving and all." Kensi settled into the seat, "I guess that's alright, we're here."
It was early afternoon and Trick was wiping down the bar, there were a few patrons milling about, but it was pretty early still. He smiled when he saw Dyson and Kensi approach. Dyson asked, "Could we talk to you in private for a few?" Trick was a little concerned, but it was not all that unusual. "Sure…" He called someone over to watch the bar and went down to the Trick's small apartment. It was still strewn with Kensi's things, and the blood king shook his finger at her "you need to clean up in here missy." Kensi saluted him and began picking up her clothes. She got it done very quickly, making a pile on one of the chairs, and sat down next to Dyson. Trick took a chair and said, "what can I do for you?" The two new mates looked at one another and Kensi started, "well it's really about me… um.. I should be hurt, and I'm not…now I'm not complaining at all, but it's kind of weird and um I'm smelling stuff like all the time now."
Trick leaned forward, "I'll be honest, I've been noticing small changes over the last few days. Did you do anything special?"
Kensi laughed, "besides fight off a bunch of stinky, mean shifter faes like three days in a row?"
Trick leaned back, "I can tell you what it looks like, but I am not sure how I can help you." Dyson leaned forward, "can I bet you see her becoming more and more fae like? " Trick nodded.
Dyson leaned over and kissed her forehead. "It does seem like you are gaining fae traits, like the smell, and…" Trick interrupted, "you slid through the bar yesterday like a fae, moving to Hale and then me as though the place wasn't packed." The old, and former, king tilted his head and thought for a moment, "Kens, what is your full name and the names of your ancestors as far back as you know…"
Kensi was mildly confused by the question, "Ok Trickster, here goes…" Kensi started rattling off names like Vladmilla and Grigori after reaching her great –great grandparents on both sides she stopped to think; she continued back on her mother's side for a few more generations and was interrupted when spitting out her great-great something grandmother Tatiyana Vasilyonva. Trick's eyes widened. "Did you say Tatiana Vasil?" Shaking her head she said, "No it was Vasilyo… hell Trick I don't know if I have her last name right or not. Why?"
Trick started pacing, "I thought you were Russian?" Kensi shrugged, "a little Russian, a little Slavic, I think something else…again, why?" The small man stood in front of her and took her hand, "Rom, do you have any Rom blood?"She closed one eye and thought for a minute, "Maybe, but I kinda thought it was a family joke that we were part gypsy." Trick rubbed his hands together, "well I knew a Tatiana Vasil once upon a time, she is fae and well a gypsy… or so they say. If you have a strong fae connection it's possible…"
Kensi jumped up, "you are trying to tell me I have fae relatives? Where do I find them?" Trick tried to calm her down, "I don't know, and I don't know if that is what is happening to you either." Kensi stopped, "Is there like a fae yellow pages? I mean aside from you anyway." Dyson chuckled and his girl spun back to face him, "but I'm human, I can't turn fae can I?" Trick shrugged this time, "there are some accounts of it. Between your constant connection with us since you met Bo, a strong bloodline, and now your connection to Dyson I guess it's possible. This is something you should probably ask Lauren about." Kensi shook her head, "I would just as soon stay in the dark as go anywhere near that compound." Trick looked at Dyson who held out his hands saying he had no control over her. "So it's possible I'm fae or something, does that mean I'll live forever like you guys?" Kensi asked suddenly.
Trick sighed, "we have very long life spans, but we don't live forever Kens, you know that." She sat down on Dyson's lap, "Yeah, I know – but my man here has been alive for nearly ever as far as I can tell." Dyson rubbed her cheek with his thumb, "I'm going to ignore the comment about my age, till later anyway. What do you want to do now?" Kensi smiled at D then at Trick, "a drink?"
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