It took Dyson a second to remember where he was. Kenzi, was half lying on his chest, her body a warm weight on his, with her lips pressed against his. She smelled delicious, and if his mouth wasn't so preoccupied, he would've been smiling at the way she looked him wrapped in his clothes.

Their kisses became heated, and suddenly she was under him –where she should be, he might add- and Dyson knew they should stop, but she felt so good, so impossibly good, right there pressed up against him with her little hands tugging at the hem of his shirt that there was no way in hell that was happening. Not when she was this close and in desperate need of something good and something distracting, and even if she was just using him to get over the last awful days, that was alright. To be honest, Dyson wasn't sure he could ever say no to her, unclear intentions or not.

So his shirt was off and his jeans were next and Kenzi's un-bandaged arms went from being wrapped around his neck to undoing the buttons on her shirt, all while her mouth was on his. Dyson's hands roamed her body, he wanted to feel every inch of her skin, damaged or not. He wanted to memorize Kenzi, from the curves of her legs to the bend of her waist, and the soft skin of her belly, Dyson wanted her with every cell in his being.

Kenzi shrugged his button up off her shoulders and moved her hand to the elastic of his boxers, but Dyson broke their kiss and placed his hand over hers. Kenzi looked up at him, confusion riddling her tear stained features.

"What?" Kenzi asked tilting her head.

"I just have to be sure," Dyson said, staring down at her seriously.

"Of?" She prompted. Dyson could feel her impatience- his wolf was sharing it.

"That this is really what you want," He said. Looking her in the eye.

"I just want to be yours," She whispered in a small voice. Dyson sure as hell wasn't expecting that.

"You already are," He replied automatically, he was hers and she was his, even in a thousand years when she had long since passed away, Dyson would still belong to her, and only her. There was no way he was ever getting over this girl.

"Then prove it. Show me," She whispered back, sounding more like herself than she had for the last hour. Five words, a challenge, a dare. Five words were all it took to completely snap what was left of his self-control.

His clothes were off and so were hers, and she was kissing him again, heated and passionate and Dyson wanted every part of her. His fingers found their way to her core, rubbing soft and teasingly until Kenzi whined beneath him. Dyson slipped one first inside first and then another, finding her warm and wet. She purred and moaned beneath him, grinding her hips against his hand and practically begging for purchase. And Dyson wasn't about to deny her. So with nimble hands he caressed her clit and pumped in and out of her, drawing sounds Dyson never thought she'd be able to make but never wanted to forget.

She came so silently he would have missed it if he hadn't seen the expression on her face- pure ecstasy. That was how it up was supposed to feel, how it should've been every time for her, the tiny girl deserved nothing more than pure, peaceful bliss. None of that which that fucker had provided. Dyson pushed that thought out of his head, it was a thought for later and one that he wasn't exactly looking forward to, but right now he wanted Kenzi in every way he could have her. And the way she was looking at him pretty much guaranteed she felt the same way.

Kenzi's arms were back around his neck, wrapped there like a vice but in no way was Dyson complaining. She pulled his mouth to hers, and Dyson happily complied, loving the way they felt like melting butter against his. Kenzi wrapped her smooth legs around his waist and then he was inside her. She was warm and tight and slick in all the right ways, and it felt amazing around his dick.

Dyson gripped his headboard so hard he felt the wood splinter and crack, and started rocking his hips, slowly at first careful not to hurt her. He picked up his pace when Kenzi started to move with him, her hips coming up to meet his while her back was arched in a tight curve. He bent his head to suck on her breast, his tongue running over the sensitive bud, and she moaned with every flick of it.

Dyson could feel his orgasm building in the pit of his stomach, and every movement Kenzi made only increased the building tension, but he was determined to hold off until she finished first- this was about her and only her, and Dyson wanted to make sure she knew that. So it was only after her walls constricted and tightened around him that Dyson let himself come- though it wasn't like he had much a choice. His self-control was wound too tight, and that motion enough was enough to send him over the edge.

With a sigh, Dyson eased himself out of Kenzi and pulled her close to his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her softly and slowly, fully intent on not letting go of her for the next and a half if he could help it.