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)
10 December, 2013
Cuddled beneath a blanket and several quilts lay Kenzi and Zeus, and just as his namesake, Zeus was keeping guard like only a wolf could. It was Tuesday. It was a Tuesday in December, it was cold and wet, and Kenzi was pretty sure that if she were to get out of bed she would either freeze to the floor, or she would get frostbite. Neither options were pleasurable, so Kenzi remained in bed. She had her music going, a book tucked beside her, and Zeus. She was set for at least a few more hours.
Bo had made other arrangements for the day. Arrangements of the warm body variety. She had slipped out an hour ago, reminding Kenzi not to wait up for her. Kenzi wasn't going to anyway, at least not if she wanted to live. It was too darn cold in the Clubhouse to do anything. Kenzi was actually thinking about finding the phonebook and calling a heating guy…and doing him. Warm bodies were hard to come by, but she really needed a hot body.
She would too, if it weren't for the fact that the phonebook was propping up the fridge in the kitchen, and when Kenzi was cold she had zero game. It was comparable to Trick trying to score on a nubile fae-babe.
Digging under the covers with a sigh, Kenzi flicked through her contacts and hit call. She waited patiently for the call to go through.
"Kenzi," Dyson picked up almost immediately. "Are you okay?"
Kenzi frowned, "Why would that be your first question?"
She could practically see the wolf-man shrug, "I worry."
"Well if you really do," Kenzi smiled into her phone, cuddling closer to Zeus, "can you text me the number of a heating guy."
"You don't have a properly working heater," Dyson reminded her.
Kenzi adjusted her head on her pillow, "I know. I was just going to jump the guy when he showed up."
"Kenz," Dyson nearly barked. "You are not going to 'jump' the heating guy."
"Come on," Kenzi whimpered pityingly, "I'm frozen. I might die of hypothermia. And then what? Anything could happen, the apocalypse could start."
Dyson frowned, "Are you trying to tell me that your death will start the apocalypse?"
"Maybe," Kenzi offered.
"Right," Dyson shook his head.
Kenzi sighed, petting Zeus, "Come on, what are you doing that is so important you can't give me the number of a heating guy?"
"Apparently I'm skipping the rest of my workout and bringing you an electric blanket," Dyson sighed.
"Fine," Kenzi grumbled. "Deny me sexy man-cake. You're such a spoilsport." Dyson didn't respond, he did however hang up, much to Kenzi's annoyance, "How rude."
An hour later, Kenzi had tossed her book at the wall and resorted to kicking her feet against her sheets in order to create a little friction based heat. She paused when she heard a thunk from the front door. Her eyes opened and she slid her hand further under her pillow, reaching for throwing stars.
"Whoever is out there, I'm armed and I pepper spray," Kenzi screamed.
There was no response as she heard the front door pop open, letting a gust of extra chilly air into the ramshackle home.
Soft footsteps moved closer to her room, Kenzi grimaced, she shouldn't have called out. That was how the hot chick always got killed. Gripping her weapons a little tighter and shrinking down a little further, Kenzi waited, Zeus clutched to her chest.
Her door swung open, "Kenz?"
Kenzi's heart skipped a beat and her half cocked arm relaxed, slipping the stars away, "Dyson?"
"I came bearing gifts," he smiled, waving a pizza in one hand and a big blanket in the other.
"I thought you were kidding," She shoved herself into more of a sitting position, "don't you have something better to do today? I know Bo and Tamsin were going to have lunch at the Dal."
"I was invited," Dyson informed her, setting the pizza on her dresser and moving about her room to plug in the electric blanket. "I thought that preventing the fragile little human from freezing to death might be a better plan."
Kenzi's eyes narrowed darkly, "You are so lucky I already hurled my book across the room."
Dyson chuckled and tossed the blanket into the air, letting it fall to drape over Kenzi and her bed. She smiled brightly. He returned the grin and stepped closer, "So are you going to invite me to join you?"
Kenzi's narrowed eyes went wide, "I think my ears just fell off."
"Come on," Dyson coaxed, taking another step closer, "you want a hot body, I'm willing to provide."
Her eyes went just a little wider, "Okay?"
In easy, practiced, moves, Dyson shucked his shoes, his jacket slid under the covers. Kenzi instantaneously felt a little warmer. Dyson radiated heat. Shuffling back in her covers, Kenzi brought Zeus up a little closer to her chin, his head poking out from under the covers.
Dyson stared at the little Russian, "Two wolves in your bed?"
Kenzi shrugged, "It's not my fault I'm wolf-bait."
Dyson chuckled and grabbed the pizza off the dresser, "Lunch?"
"Tell me that has artichoke in it," Kenzi nearly panted, leaning towards Dyson, anxious for lunch.
"Kenz," the detective smiled, "I know you better than that, artichoke and extra cheese and olives."
"Mm," Kenzi salivated lightly, flicking the box lid open and grabbing a slice of pizza. Dyson watched her wolf down the first three pieces, slowly color and light returned to her skin and eyes.
"Good," he asked, already knowing the answer he would receive.
She nodded eagerly and reached for a fourth piece. "I love food," she mumbled happily around a bite of cheese and artichoke."
Picking up a slice of his own, Dyson carefully ate one eye always on Kenzi. Together they easily finished the pizza, Dyson rumbling with pride and happiness. He had always liked a woman who could match him bite for bite. Kenzi was voracious, vivacious. She put a hundred percent of herself into everything she did. There was no half-assed for her, despite what she might say.
With the empty pizza box tossed to the floor and hands clean again, Dyson and Kenzi lay in bed, toasty warm. Facing each other and playing footsy, Kenzi couldn't help but smile.
"This is nice."
Dyson grunted his approval, reaching across the short gap between them and dragging Kenzi closer. "Nap time."
Kenzi yawned thickly, though she tried to hide it with one dainty hand. "But I'm bored," she tried to argue.
Inching closer, Dyson tucked her head under his chin, pulling her to rest partially on his chest, "Napping will solve boredom."
"No it won't," Kenzi argued.
Dyson shifted lower in the bed, dragging Kenzi even closer, she was nearly on top of him now. "It won't if you don't try," he muttered quietly.
"What if you snore," she asked.
"I'll stay awake until you're asleep," Dyson offered.
Kenzi pouted, "What if I snore?"
"You don't," he told her flatly.
"How do you know?"
"I have very good hearing," Dyson laughed softly. "Now close your eyes."
Kenzi huffed but she closed her eyes and snuggled against Dyson, her hands wrapping unconsciously in his t-shirt. He smiled against her hair, inhaling her earthy vanilla scent. This was the best of life, good food, good company, and good naps.
Settling down on top of a very well tone man was two very important things: it was was comfy and distracting. The first was a benefit. The second was a…well, distraction. Kenzi was having the worst fits in her hands. Her fingers kept spasming, wanting to dig into firm, toned muscle. Curling close to Dyson, Kenzi focused on her breathing. If you can't join 'em, beat 'em.
It was Kenzi who woke first, she frowned when all she felt beneat her cheek was pillow. She had quite clearly remembered falling asleep pillowed on Dyson's chest. Which begged the question where did her wolf-shaped pillow go, and why was there a warm breeze drifting across her breasts. Forcing her eyes open, Kenzi glanced down to find Dyson's head cuddled against her chest, the crown of his head resting in the crook of her neck.
Kenzi almost cooed at the adorableness, and then she found her breath forcibly exhaled as a very firm knee rose between her legs. She gulped helplessly as Dyson snuggled closer, arms tightening, and hands clenching where she was almost certain that Dyson wasn't aware of, mainly, her fine behind. His hulking, at least compared to her, form pulled and pushed her against him. Eyes frantically wide, Kenzi tried to wriggle free.
The knee rose again, Kenzi gasped, inadvertently pressing her chest into Dyson's face. He didn't appear to notice or mind as he inhaled deeply and nuzzled his scruffy cheek against her delicate skin.
"Okay," Kenzi breathed, at least trying to wrest her arms free. "Nice wolfy," she muttered, praying he didn't hold on any tighter. This had to be the most awkward cuddle session ever. Twisting her hips, Kenzi froze once again, she was pretty sure Dyson didn't have his gun in his pocket. It had just gone from awkward to 'oh-god-he's-probably-dreaming-about-boning-my-bestie'.
Awkward so didn't cover it. This is why Kenzi didn't like cuddling with friends. It was weird, and it always had the potential to get weirder.
Dyson growled lightly in his sleep, Kenzi almost expected his foot to jerk. "Kenz," he mumbled mouth turning to press against the flesh of her breasts.
"Doggy say what," Kenzi froze. He had just said her name, except it probably wasn't in that way. It was probably more of a 'stop-fucking-moving'.
"Kenzi," Dyson repeated.
"Dyson," she spoke, half trying to wake him, half hoping he wouldn't wake up and make this more awkward.
Dyson didn't respond, his lips dragged across her chest, and his hands squeezed a little tighter, making Kenzi jump forward, her pelvis coming into contact with the not-gun. "Oh jeezus," Kenzi panted.
Eyes skyward, and keeping as still as possible, Kenzi waited as patiently as she could for Dyson to wake up. When he did, it was with a jaw cracking yawn and another nuzzle at his pillow. When Dyson relaxed slowly, Kenzi took her chance and went limp, falling away from him. Dyson's head rolled up to look at her, a boyish grin playing at his mouth, eyes bright with sleep.
"So," Kenzi broke the silence. "You're a cuddler?"
Dyson shrugged, his grip tightening a little though his hands had slipped from her butt. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Really," Kenzi arched a fine brow, "you were acting like a dog with a chew toy."
"I bit you," Dyson asked innocently, baring his canines in a sharp grin.
"Shut up," Kenzi squirmed, "you know what I meant!"
Dyson didn't respond, he just rolled Kenzi so she was beneath him and partially covered her with his weight. He was fighting the desire to tilt her head back and cover her impertinent lips with his. Teach her exactly who wasn't cuddly, although, he had a sneaking suspicion that wouldn't prove his point. Instead, he shifted on top of her, nestling against her softness, covering her in his scent.
"How are your toes," he asked after a few moments of silence aside from their breathing.
He felt her legs shift slightly, "Fine, nice and toasty."
"Mission accomplished," Dyson told her with a smirk.
"You are such a cave-man sometimes," Kenzi scoffed.
Dyson laughed, whole body shaking with mirth, "Wolf-man, Kenz, wolf-man."
"Whatever," she dismissed his correction, "I'm just surprised you didn't hit me over the back of the head and take me back to your cave to protect me from the cold."
"Fire good," Dyson grunted with a chuckle.
"Cave-man," Kenzi repeated, the awkwardness fading fast.
Dyson tucked his arms around Kenzi's back, fingertips brushing against her hips, "I'll always take care of you, Kenzi. No matter what."
Kenzi's body relaxed into Dyson, "I know."
"Life is like a ten speed bicycle. Most of us have gears we never use."
-Charles M. Schulz
A/N: 10/25. That moment in life where guys are way cuddlier than girls. We are often painted as the clingy one sin life, but I think it goes both way. So this was a clingy, cuddly Dyson, and a pretty shameless one that that. Well that's another one down, thank you for all the lovely reviews, they really perk me up in the morning. Night all!