Kenzi woke up screaming. Her arms ached through the scratchy bandages Dr. Hotpants had forced on her (Dyson even had to hold her down for Lauren to wrap them around her tattered arms. Damn traitor.) and her leg was encased in a cast the size of a baseball mitt, and boy was that some kind of personal hell. No shoes with high heels for like, a month. And here she'd thought she earned some good karma from all the times she played hero with her succubestie. The world was a cruel, cruel place, but at least the cast was only on for a week then she got to swap it out for a metal brace, which in terms of style, was almost bearable.
Kenzi's throat was raw and ripped from her less than quiet shout a mere fifteen seconds ago and her body was racked with shivers (which by the way really does not feel good against the sandpaper that Lauren seemed to think passed for bandages) but Dyson was already climbing onto the bed. Mr. Studly sat in front of her and grabbed her hands, (translation, gigantamores ovenmitt sized hands enveloped her small ones) and slowly waited for her to stop shaking.
"Kenz?" He said softly. She slowly peered up at him, still unsure whether or not her subconscious was playing some sadistic joke and she'd wake up in her own bed, alone and sexually frustrated.
"You okay?" Dyson asked as soon as her steely blue eyes met his. It took Kenzi a minute to remember where her mouth was and how to use it. Dyson was rubbing his thumb over her knuckles and it was really distracting. Bastard.
"Y-yeah," She sighed taking a breath. The only thing she really wanted right now was a huge dinner and a hot shower, the pity and interrogation could come later. Her stomach growled at the thought of dinner and dammit Dyson still owed her that burger.
"Hungry?" Dyson said, and made a face that looked like he was mentally shooting himself. Kenzi nodded slowly. Dude definitely forgot her burger.
Dyson started to get up, and Kenzi started to follow him, intent on heading straight for the nearest hot water valve, but Dyson immediately pushed her gently back on the bed. She scowled up at him while he pinned her arms down above her head by her hands.
"Dude. Lemme up," She squirmed, but it turned into a wince and she really wanted the use of her arms back to clutch her side.
Dyson quickly dropped Kenzi's hand and it flew directly to her side. Gently, Dyson moved her hands away and inches up her shirt, which usually would've taken a drink or two from his wallet, but she was exhausted. Kenzi relaxed against the bed (which really was quite comfy, she had to get one of these to replace the hard matt on the floor that severed as her sleeping area) and watched him with tired eyes as his flashed amber and a growl rose from his throat.
"Easy wolfie. Honestly if this is gonna happen every time I try to get a little suka suka action with your shower, I'm so taking you off my potential roommates list," She said, and his blue eyes were on hers again. Kenzi moved to get up again, which was directly followed by Dyson scooping her up and cradling her against his chest. Kenzi protested as best she could with how tired she was.
"Nope. You're not setting a foot on the ground while I'm here and you've got that cast," Dyson said. Then he leaned in closer to her ear and whispered, "Just let me take care of you, at least for a little while," It wasn't like she could've said no even if she wanted to. The guy was like, six foot three. Sometimes you just gotta go with it.
Hmm, so I'm thinking I'll add another chapter or two of get-well Kenz fluff, a little of Kenzi spilling her guts about Julius to Dyson and wrap it up with long overdue porn. Sound good? –Christina.