Dyson took the worn stairs two at a time. The entire first floor of the house made the crack shack look like the Hilton now that he'd, er, remodeled. But that thought only made him smirk. That Russian bastard deserved having his limbs literally ripped from his body, and that was just what Dyson had delivered. Hell, compared to some of the stuff Dyson had had in mind, a corpse short a few bones and body parts was a mercy kill. After all, no one touched his Kenzi and lived.
The sight of Kenzi with her head leaning sleepily against the chair and her eyes clenched up in an adorable way almost made him smile. That thought lasted for a nanosecond, until he saw how tired she looked, how her normally peachy skin was a sick shade of white, how she smelled like fear. And then of course there was her distinct lack of pants. Now that made him want to resurrect the fucker and rip his teeth out one by one.
A growl rose deep in his throat which caused Kenzi's eyes to snap open and god how he missed the gorgeous blue. They stared at each other for a minute, his face impossibly happy and hers mirrored as best she could.
She was the first one to break the silence, as he expected. "Hey D-man," She said, her voice sounding like she'd been gargling sandpaper. His eyes flashed amber- how he dare treat her like this- and for a moment all he could think about was snapping every bone in that bastards body in six different places. "So... you just gonna stand there? Never really pictured you for a bondage kind of guy but that's cool I guess…" She trailed off weakly, by it was enough to snap Dyson out of his thoughts.
Quickly he snapped the ropes like they were made of clay, and pulled them off her body. He then pulled the girl into his arms, marveling at how good she felt. How right it was. He began to release her, not fully, Dyson sure as hell wasn't letter her out of arms reach for at least the next month if he could help it, but stopped abruptly at her cry of pain the second she put weight on her foot. His arms immediately circled her tiny waist (which seemed even smaller than usual. Yet another reason to find some fae to bring him back so Dyson could execute all the ways he mapped out killing the bastard) and shifted Kenzi against him, so that she was leaning all her weight on him.
"What is it? What hurts?" he asked, struggling to keep his voice gentle. She'd been to hell and back in the last few days, the last thing the girl needed was a fifteen hundred year old wolf yelling at her.
"It's my-"Kenzi paused and cleared her throat in a gruff little cough. "My ankle. My head. My arms. Come to think of it, pretty much everything, but hey that's what happens when you get locked in a knock-off low budget horror movie for four days," She joked, but it sounded faint and halfhearted against her tired voice. Dyson pulled her tighter against him, breathing her in. She was so strong, so impossibly strong, and yet he could see that this girl who always managed to be larger than life was struggling not to come apart at the seams.
Kenzi looked up at him with those steely blue eyes for a moment and Dyson could see the beginning of tears pooling in them. She buried her head in the crook of his neck. They stayed like that for a while, Kenzi pressed up against him with her eyes squeeze shut, breathing raggedly and Dyson just holding her, smoothing her hair down and breathing in her scent.
Finally, when she felt like she wasn't going to have a nervous breakdown, Kenzi carefully shifted out of Dyson arms, but still balancing hers on his shoulders, careful not to put weight on her ankle. "Hey D-man?" She whispered softly, her voice like rusty nails.
"Yes Kenzi?" Dyson asked, leaning his forehead against hers.
"Is this the part where you buy me a cheeseburger?" She said, and his shoulders shook with laughter.
"I suppose it could be," He said, scooping the barely a hundred pounds that was Kenzi up into his arms.
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