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)

08 December, 2013

Kenzi fell asleep before the movie ended, so Dyson had turned it off. Instead of waking the little gypsy, however, Dyson let her sleep, pulling her closer. He buried his nose against her neck, hand tracing the curve of her side, catching lightly on the bare skin of hip. It was just past midnight, Dyson's mind wandered.

He held her closer as he remembered the incident with Inari. It had nearly broken him. He hadn't quite been able to sleep in his bed since he had killed Kenzi's duplicate. More than once a week, Dyson would find himself sneaking over to the Clubhouse and checking up on her. His sanity demanded it.

Now, Dyson was faced with a conundrum. Did he play the gentleman and buck up and lay Kenzi in his bed, the bed that he had feared he killed her in, or did he lay down on the couch and keep Kenzi where he could see her.

His emotions won out, gently, Dyson stood, picking Kenzi up and laying down on the couch, draping her on top of himself. Kenzi snuggled against his chest, Dyson smiled against the crown of her head. Carefully, Dyson pulled a blanket down on them, encasing them both in warmth.

The gentle whisper of her breath through his thin t-shirt was a small spot of joy. The way she twisted and her body molded to fit his was another. Dyson wasn't quite sure why he had waited so long to admit he was falling for Kenzi. There had been so many things happening when he had first come upon Kenzi, leaving her in that alley had just seemed wrong, but he had pushed that niggling feeling from his head.

When she had formally been introduced, it had been a quick spark which her humanity had quickly extinguished. That hadn't lasted long. But all of his emotions had been buried once more, this time in lieu of his servitude to The Blood King. He had settled for being her friend, protecting her when he could, and showing her as much love and attention as he could without arousing suspicions.

Kenzi had in a matter of days infected, over the weeks, months, and years she had buried herself deep in his life, his mind, and into his very being. Where he had always had to be strong, she showed him it was okay not to be. She had saved him, time and time again, selflessly. She was something else.

Dyson struggled to keep his eyes open, he wanted, needed, to remember every moment he could of Kenzi press on top of him. For so long he had feared, dreaded, that this might only happen in some strange alternate existence. He wasn't even sure if it was happening. He hoped it was, but Kenzi's nearness was playing havoc with him. She was relaxing his body and muddling his mind. His eyes drooped, closed then sluggishly opened, his grip re-tightening on Kenzi.

It was a losing battle. Kenzi had lulled him to sleep, her warm vanilla scent and the rhythm of her heart against his chest.

Dyson groaned as the light hit his eyes, it was dawn. He blinked, shifting a little only to realize that Kenzi was snuggled atop him, legs intertwined with his. After savoring the moment, Dyson extracted himself from beneath Kenzi. She moaned at the loss of his heat, curling in on herself.

Though she had been quite still during the night, Kenzi was now moving quite a bit. One bare leg, kicked out from beneath the covers. Goosebumps immediately broke out across her skin. She shivered and twisted. Dyson gently tugged the covers into place, stroking her back comfortingly until she settled.

Rising, Dyson knew exactly what to do. In his experience, dating hadn't changed at all since he was a young lad. And maybe he hadn't quite gotten around to making himself known, or clear, or apparently a possibility, but he was going to.

Kenzi let Out a sigh, groaned and twisted beneath her covers. She was surprisingly toasty, the warmth lulling her body into a deeper sleep. A loud, low, pop jerked her mind from the hazy dreams. Twisting and dragging the blanket from her face, Kenzi's mouth dropped open in a yawn. When she had satisfied the urge to stretch, Kenzi blinked and gazed around. This certainly wasn't the Clubhouse, and it certainly wasn't the Dal. Which meant that this was…Dyson's apartment.

Struggling to sit up, Kenzi glanced around, and there was the proof. Dyson was crouched in front of a fireplace, stirring it up and feeding it more wood. He was shirtless, and Kenzi bit her tongue in an attempt to keep it civil and in her mouth.

Despite her attempt at silence, Dyson, being the shifter he was heard her rustling under the blankets and twisted on his foot to face her.

Kenzi smiled, "Hi."

"Hi," Dyson smiled, getting up to walk over to her. "How did you sleep?"

She frowned as she thought, how had she slept? "Good," she finally settled on, "really good."

"Good," Dyson sat on the edge of the couch, one hand resting on her hip.

Kenzi nodded, curling her toes, "Except, I think I had a really weird dream where you almost kissed me."

Dyson froze, of course she thought it was a dream. It was one more obstacle in his path on the way to Kenzi. With a smile, Dyson pushed down the anger and squeezed Kenzi's hip lightly. "That is something."

"It was kind of weird," Kenzi continued, "it felt like I was drowning in wolf-man scent."

His brow arched sharply, "Are you saying I smell?"

"No," Kenzi defended, "just you have a smell."

"That's exactly like saying I smell, Kenz," Dyson told her flatly.

"Is it," Kenzi asked, voice going up a notch.

"Mhm," Dyson confirmed, leaning forward, "Maybe I should throw you out in the snow."

Kenzi scrambled for purchase on the blanket as Dyson began to peel it off her, teasingly, slowly. "No," she gasped, a smile creeping across her lips. "I'll behave!"

Dyson let the blanket slip through his fingers, "Do you promise?"

"Yes," Kenzi laughed.

"So," Dyson said as he grabbed Kenzi's hands and puled her into a sitting position, "How about breakfast?"

"Can I just live with you and get fat and keep you company," Kenzi moaned with satisfaction.

Dyson flat out laughed, "Kenzi, if the way you eat now hasn't made you fat, I highly doubt letting me feed you would do that."

"I'm not hearing no," Kenzi smirked.

"No," Dyson replied ambiguously.

Kenzi frowned at him, was it a 'no' no, or was it a 'no' I didn't say no, 'no'. Before she could ask, Dyson was up and moving to the kitchen. Kenzi grumbled darkly, she absolutely hated cryptic answers, which certain Fae seemed to be extra good at giving.

Rising from the couch, Kenzi moved closer to the fireplace, stretching out in front of the fire. Her skin prickled at the sudden dry heat. Kenzi arched her back, tensing and releasing each muscle from her head down to her toes. From the kitchen she heard the soft clicking of plates and the sizzling of what Kenzi could only hope was bacon.

Letting her eyes slip closed, Kenzi wallowed in the heat, it reminded her of summers in Russia as a child. She and her cousins would run wild, swim, and play in the heat. Despite her pallor, Kenzi was quite fond of laying in the sun. Her body just didn't absorb and preserve those deliciously warm rays. The Clubhouse was a little too delicate for fires. Kenzi hadn't even dared to have a trashcan fire. She loved those too. She had more than one fond memory of discussing the daily haul over a hot fire.

Sighing, Kenzi stretched her arms above her head, whole body arching delicately. This was heaven. So absorbed in the heat, Kenzi didn't hear Dyson return from the kitchen. He stood, watching her lithe form arch against the carpet. Her legs slid to a bent position, Dyson swallowed, she looked like she was making love, her head thrown back, neck bared in submission.

Forcing himself to set the plates down, Dyson pasted a smile on his face, "Breakfast."

Her eyes snapped open and in one smooth movement she sat up, legs crossed and glanced at the plates. "Bacon?"

Dyson nodded, his self-control was depleting quickly. Kenzi had a very significant affect on him. "Bacon, pancakes, and runny-eggs."

"Mm," Kenzi moaned, reaching for the plate only to have Dyson pull it out of her reach.

"So," Dyson leaned towards her, "I cooked, what are you going to do for me?"

Kenzi pouted, lower lip quivering, "What do you want?"

"I need a date," Dyson answered easily.

Kenzi's eyes shot open, "Excuse your fluffy-butt?"

"To a precinct holiday party on Friday," Dyson finished.

She reached for the plate again, and again, Dyson pulled it out of her reach. "Do I get to dress fancy and make people drool?"

"I was hoping you would," Dyson grinned.

"Fine," Kenzi sighed in mock-depression.

Before she could reach for her plate again, Dyson and forked a bit of pancake filled with chocolate chips and extended the buttery deliciousness towards her. After a moment's hesitation, Kenzi allowed Dyson to feed her the bite of pancake. He watched her lips close around the fork, dragging every speck of butter and chocolate from the silver implement. He smirked before offering her a slice of bacon from his fingers. Kenzi crossed her arms beneath her chest, looking at him in disbelief.

"If you were living with me, I don't think I would let you lift a fork to your own lips," Dyson smirked. "You would just lay around looking pretty, making people drool."

Kenzi giggled before leaning forward and biting into the bacon. Dyson grinned as she ate, swallowing the last of the bacon, his fingers pressed against her lips. He dragged his thumb across her lower lip, watching her tongue flit out and lap at the salt left on her lips and his fingers. Dyson was sure it wouldn't a conscious action, but the things it did to him were unnatural.

Air thick with tension, Dyson continued to feed Kenzi, his own meal going cold.

With a full belly, Kenzi walked up to the Clubhouse, freezing before she even made it halfway up the walk. There was someone sitting on top of her roof. Picking up an empty beer can, Kenzi whipped it up at the unconscious lump. It met its target with a hollow pop. The person yelped and scrambled to keep from falling.

"The hell," a very distinctive voice screamed.

"Hale," Kenzi called up. "Why are on the roof?"

"They got me, man," Hale shuddered, Kenzi finally noticed several nail marks on his face and his torn clothing. "They woke up and then they attacked, they're animals, man."

"Bo? Tamsin," Kenzi questioned.

Hale nodded, "They got my keys, and then while they were getting free I ran."

"Okay," Kenzi nodded before continuing inside, Hale calling for her to help him all the while.

Stepping inside the house, Kenzi found two very smug Fae. They were sitting at the kitchen counter over steaming cups of coffee and plates of danish laughing softly. Seeing their now bracelet free wrists, Kenzi smiled, "Congrats, you got free!"

"Oh yeah," Tamsin agreed. "We got free," Bo and Tamsin high-fived much to Kenzi's amusement.

"So where were you this morning, Missy," Bo asked as Kenzi settled a free stool.

Kenzi shrugged, "Friends to see, people to frighten."

Tamsin's eyes narrowed, she could sense that there was more to say, "That's all?"

"That's all," Kenzi confirmed.

"So why do you smell like bacon," Tamsin drawled.

Kenzi faltered, "I went a luau?"

"Of course," Bo caught Tamsin's vein of thought. "So why are you still wearing yesterday's clothes?"

Tamsin smirked, "Did you get some?"

"No," Kenzi spluttered. "I was reading to the blind!"

Bo and Tamsin both fixed the human with intense stares, Kenzi gulped and rushed from the room. She may be a very brave, very snarky human, but even she wasn't going to go toe-to-toe with two smug Fae. Especially not on a Sunday.

"A woman's appetite is twice that of a man's; her sexual desire, four times; her intelligence, eight times"

-Anonymous

A/N: 8/25. With 12 days of work left and 4 times that many papers to grade, I'm a little glad I have this outlet. Thank you for all the love and reviews. It's hard to believe that winter is here, so here is some fluff to keep you warm!