Disclaimer: I do not own Lost Girl, the plot is of my own imaginings, and any characters that are unfamiliar. (This is set AU of S3 episode 11—Lauren's job was not Fae related, and Bo's father has not yet gotten involved)

07 December, 2013

"Ridiculous," the young woman shook her head, her body firmly planted in the doorway of the house.

"Come on," the man pleaded. "You owe me."

The woman's eyes flashed darkly, "I owe you?"

"Yes," the man insisted waveringly.

"Interesting theory," her sickly sweet voice slid through the cool air, "but no."

"Aw, come on, Lil Momma'," Hale said exasperatedly. "I am begging here."

Kenzi smirked, "If you were begging, there would be vodka, chocolate, and you would be on your knees."

Hale groaned and delicately knelt, clasping his hands together, "Please, can I stay here. Just for tonight, last night I slept on two table I pushed together at the Dal. Please."

Kenzi shifted from one foot to the other. "Like I said last night, Karma's a bitch, and so am I."

"Kenzi," Hale's temper was starting to break. "I'm going to ask one more time, please can I stay here?"

Sighing, Kenzi muttered, "Fine."

"Thank you," Hale launched himself at Kenzi, his face smushed against her d-ring laden corset and his arms winding all the way around her torso. "I can't go home, they're everywhere!"

"Kenzi pushed Hale back by his shoulders, "Haven't you called an exterminator?"

"They wouldn't take the job," Hale sighed.

Kenzi peered at the older man, checking, as subtly as she could that he was critter-free, "Are you clean?"

Hale huffed indignantly, "Of course I am!"

Kenzi shrugged, "Hey, we've already had a spider problem here, we don't need another one."

Hale glanced around the ramshackle house, "Really, just one?"

That earned him a thump on the back of the head, "Come on, you may as well get comfortable. I'm having a lazy day. So is Bo-Bo."

Hesitantly, Hale sat down on the couch. It looked like, at one point or another, it may have been a crime scene. It had bizarre stains spattered about. Steeling himself, Hale sat down, a little glad that he knew more than a thing or two about clothing care. More precisely, he knew a Fae with one very specific talent.

"So," Hale asked, setting his hat on his knee. "What are we doing today?"

Hale, were a little more adept at reading Kenzi's poker face might have known that it was that question that happened to be the final nail in his coffin.

"We're going to go check on Bo," Kenzi smirked. "I promised her I would wake her up. Would you mind helping me out?"

"I guess," Hale offered, "she's not in there with some dude, I'm not about to see some dude's junk, am I?"

"No," Kenzi answered lightly. "That definitely won't happen."

Dyson frowned as approached his front door. It had been a long, dull, day at work, that however, seemed to be over. He could sense someone in his apartment. While the list of possible inhabitants wasn't long, there was no one who immediately sprang to mind. Hale wouldn't dare to invade his space upon pain of death, and he would know if any of his former pack mates were in town. Trick was wise enough not to invade his territory, Tamsin might, but she had barely showed her face without Bo, and vice versa, which ruled them out.

Perhaps a little too eager for some action, Dyson proceeded into his apartment, ready to walk into a trap or catch the invader unawares.

Sliding the door open, Dyson stepped in to his apartment. Everything looked normal, and then he heard it, a soft squeaking noise.

He wasn't prepared to see Kenzi walking on top of his island counter. Her back was to him, her body looked as though it was suspended in water, her movements slow and graceful, weightless. Dyson froze, mind going blank as he watched the lines of her body bend, stretch and extend. Her legs parted, one falling in front of her the other behind, strong hips kept her torso immobile while her legs bent slowly, the leg nearest Dyson bent at the knee, toes pointed at the ceiling. The other leg bent at the knee, the toes pointed towards the floor.

Slowly, painfully so, Kenzi brought her legs back together, skin sliding against skin, light bouncing off the gentle curve of her calves and thighs. Dyson swallowed thickly. He took a step forward on silent feet, his keys sliding into his pocket, noiselessly. She moved again, her legs descending together, until she was bent in half, her toes just hovering above the ground. With another soft squeak, Kenzi's left foot touched down, her torso and right leg rising until her body was perpendicular with her left leg.

The moment her head began to rise, and the hair fell out her face, Dyson knew he was caught. Her half-lidded eyes snapped open fully.

"Hi, Kenzi," Dyson said.

Kenzi straightened, shifting from barefoot to barefoot. "Hi," she offered weakly.

"Hi," he repeated, entirely unsure of what to say or do.

"Hi?"

Dyson stepped closer, coming flush with the counter. Resting his hands on the surface rather close to Kenzi's feet, the wolf smiled up at Kenzi, getting a wonderful eyeful of soft bare skin and skintight shorts and tank. "What are you doing here, Kenz," Dyson asked, glad the counter and his jeans were hiding a growing problem he seemed to be having.

Kenzi rose on her tiptoes, "Hiding."

"From what," Dyson prodded gently, one hand creeping against the edge of her foot, gently brushing the arch.

Kenzi shivered. "Well," she wheedled.

Hale stepped quietly into the bedroom, Kenzi having waved him on first. There was a large lump on the bed, and Hale was suddenly sure that Kenzi had lied about the dude and his junk. His musing was interrupted by a very distinctive, very loud sound. The fwaaaaaht of an air horn being blown was the first sound. The second was the slam of the door. The third was the clank of the air horn as it hit the wood floor.

Two snarling Fae came flying from beneath the voluminous covers. "Shit," Hale gasped, and that was the last comprehensible sound he made before scrambling for the locked door and Bo and Tamsin descending upon him.

"I may or may not have locked Hale in with Tamsin and Bo after waking them up, and they may or may not still be handcuffed together," Kenzi bounced lightly on her feet.

Dyson laughed softly, eyes following each movement she made. "I suppose I could be persuaded to harbor you," his eyes crinkled at the corner.

"Really," Kenzi tiptoed closer.

Dyson nodded lightly, "Really, I'll even make dinner."

"Can we watch a movie," Kenzi asked impishly.

"I suppose that could be arranged," Dyson smiled. "Now are you ready to come down?"

"I suppose," Kenzi agreed, setting her hands on Dyson's shoulders as his came to rest on her hips. With the ease of his supernatural strength and Kenzi's petite form, Dyson lifted her down from the counter and spun her around, settling her on the cool concrete floor.

Almost instantaneously, Kenzi had picked up her feet and stepped onto his shoes, her arms slipping down his chest to slide under his leather jacket and around him. She felt him chuckle silently, the rumble of his chest making her own tingle.

Taking a step forward, Dyson brushed his fingers against Kenzi's temple, her silky hair slipping across his skin. Gazing at Kenzi, memorizing each fleck in her irises, he moved across the apartment until had reached the couch. With one last squeeze, Dyson lifted Kenzi up and tossed her onto the couch.

Kenzi bounced, her body curling up instinctively. "You sit here," Dyson ordered, "And I'm going to whip up some steaks and mashed potatoes."

"Yay," Kenzi cheered, shivering lightly. "Wait, take me with," she exclaimed as Dyson turned away.

"Kenz," Dyson said, "stay here, relax."

"I'll get bored," Kenzi warned him. "When I'm bored I play with weapons."

"Alright," Dyson conceded and lifted Kenzi off the couch, cradling her in his arms. With Kenzi settled on a spare bit of counter, Dyson began to move around the kitchen pulling out pots and pans. He stopped when he noticed Kenzi shifting and rubbing her feet together, "Are you okay?"

"Yep," she offered.

Dyson nodded and kept moving around the apartment. He slipped out of the kitchen for a moment while his grill pan began to sizzle and pop softly. Kenzi hummed lightly and twiddled her thumbs, shifting her legs and feet subtly.

Dyson returned as quietly as he left, kneeling down in front and gently sliding a pair of his socks onto her feet. They swamped her tiny feet, even rolled at the ends so they wouldn't slip off. Smiling, Kenzi wrapped her ankles around Dyson's hips as he rose, dragging him closer.

"You're the best," she grinned, reaching up and curling her arms around his shoulders, kissing his jaw lightly.

Smiling, Dyson set their dinner down on the coffee table, Kenzi having set up a blankets and pillows on the floor so they could be cuddled up while they ate. Kenzi was already settled happily, the movie of the night cued up and ready to go.

"Here we go," Dyson said as he settled on the floor.

Kenzi leaned forward, steam rising from the mashed potatoes, and her steak leaking a dark liquid, she moaned. Dyson shifted, turning slightly towards the human girl. He watched her pick up her knife and fork and dig into the steak. She shuddered, eyes slipping closed at the first bite. "Oh my Fae," Kenzi gasped.

"Good," Dyson asked.

"Go away," Kenzi muttered as she took another bite of steak. "Not really," she swallowed, "I just need to be alone with steak, because I may have to have sex with it."

Dyson bit back the growl, "Do I need to separate you two?" He reached for her plate, she growled, slapping at his hands. He inhaled sharply. He loved this side of her. The side that was so Kenzi and so unique that no other human or Fae could ever compare.

Sitting back and tucking into his own meal, Dyson kept one eye on Kenzi. When she did come up for air, she pressed play and started the movie. It wasn't particularly festive, but it was one of Kenzi's favorite films, and Dyson hadn't seen it, so she had made an executive decision.

As the movie progressed, Dyson's expression shifted from bored to amused. He pushed their plates away and slid one arm around Kenzi, pulling her closer. He could feel her muscles tense could hear her almost whispering some of lines along with the characters.

She giggled as the two main characters began to argue and play fight. Dyson glanced down at Kenzi. Her lower lip was trapped between her teeth, and her breathing was a little heavier.

Dyson inhaled deeply, her scent had shifted slightly, it was spicier, less calm vanilla. "So," he asked, "why do you like this scene so much?"

Kenzi shifted, "I'm a sucker for an accent, they're just so yummy."

"Aye," Dyson smirked, leaning down and whispering in her ear, his brogue coming out in full force, "is that so Lass?"

"Hm," Kenzi moaned in surprise, "Not fair!"

Dyson laughed throatily. "And fair was that little performance you put on in just about nothing on top of my counter?"

"Hey, you're the one that walked in on it, I didn't flaunt it on purpose," Kenzi argued, turning to face Dyson, her chest brushing against him.

"I repeat, on top of my counter," Dyson growled shifting so he was almost nose to nose with her.

"But I wasn't trying to…," Kenzi growled with frustration. "You don't like me like that," she finished.

"Who says," Dyson asked, eyes darkening with each moment.

"Uh," Kenzi faltered, her heartbeat pounding in her veins.

Leaning closer, Dyson brushed his nose against hers, his lips whispering a hairsbreadth from hers. Their breaths mingled, Dyson's hand running up her arm, gently squeezing her shoulder before tracing his thumb across the pulse point in her neck, it fluttered under his touch.

A flurry of 'fuck's' shattered the moment that Kenzi's was half certain wasn't a moment. Dyson and Kenzi drifted apart, focus returning, in pretense, to the movie they were watching.

"All human actions have one or more of these seven causes: chance, nature, compulsions, habit, reason, passion, desire."
-Aristotle

A/N: 7/25. Well, I'm pretty sure Kenzi has more self control than I have. I barely resisted jumping Dyson while writing this. I really love fluff. Really love it. Love you all, talk to you tomorrow!