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)
16 December, 2013
"Dyson," Kenzi grumbled, voice hoarse from the brutal shots. "Wolf-man, mind letting me breathe?" Dyson inhaled slowly and rolled further into Kenzi. His arms tightened before they relaxed, Kenzi rolled over to face Dyson. "Dude, we smell like booze."
"Is that an invitation for a shower," Dyson kissed her forehead, "I wouldn't mind."
"You know, that's a response I expect out of Hale, or Tamsin," Kenzi grouched.
"You know, shifters run a little warmer," Dyson murmured, "I might be able to heat it up."
"Said every guy ever," Kenzi scoffed.
"Kenz," Dyson yawned, "I'm old enough to have been the first guy, and it would be have been true."
"You are pretty toasty," Kenzi grinned. "And as you know, our water never gets hot."
"So what you're saying," Dyson rubbed his hand up and down Kenzi's spine, "is that I'm hot?"
"You realize that I just, basically, propositioned you, and you missed it," Kenzi shifted her hips closer.
Dyson frowned, eyes still closed, "I was being a gentleman."
"There's being a gentleman and being an idiot," Kenzi noted dryly.
In one quick movement, Dyson's eyes had snapped open and he had rolled Kenzi fully underneath his body. "I can certainly fix that," Dyson growled, trapping Kenzi's hands and hovering above her.
"Interesting," Kenzi tipped her head to the side, "very interesting." With that, Kenzi arched her back and managed to slip her legs up and around Dyson's waist, tugging his pelvis down to hers.
"Huh," Dyson's eyes widened his body full awake in every sense of the word.
Kenzi smirked up at Dyson, "Something wrong?"
"No," Dyson breathed as he crushed his lips against hers. He pressed her down into the bed, the springs creaking rhythmically in the background as he pushed her further into the mattress.
A high pitched whimper issued from Kenzi as she struggled to meld her body with Dyson's. "Please," she whimpered, "please."
Dyson pulled back, eyes tracing her own heavily-lidded, hazy, eyes, her darkening bruised lips, the way her neck arched and her chest straining against lace bra and tank top. Eyes locked with hers, Dyson dipped his head down and planted kisses along the edge of the tank.
Kenzi's hips rocked half an involuntary reaction and half an attempt to flip them over so Kenzi could have the upper hand. "Dyson," his name was an inhaled breath on her lips as he nipped gently at her tender skin.
"Kenzi," Dyson pulled back slightly, just barely touching her, his warmth radiating but not enveloping. Slowly, he sat back, releasing his hold on Kenzi's wrists. Kenzi frowned as he pulled back.
"Hey, I wasn't done," Kenzi breathed out sharply, tightening her grip on Dyson's waist.
"Down girl," Dyson unlaced her legs. "We have all the time in the world, right now we should just enjoy being together."
"And what better way," Kenzi smiled, "than by being together."
Dyson laughed and dropped down onto the bed beside Kenzi, "That's not what's important."
"I don't steal a ride before I've taken it for a test ride," Kenzi retorted.
"What, my reputation doesn't precede me," Dyson laughed off her comment.
Kenzi sighed, "Well you know girls talk, and I've heard a lot of things. I thought you might like the opportunity to earn some extra credit."
Dyson tucked an arm beneath his head, "I see now why you aren't allowed to babysit children."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing," Dyson sniffed lightly, counting the cracks in the ceiling.
Kenzi tugged the blankets back up around her, her body thrumming heavily. Slowly the thrumming dulled to a soft humming. Rolling her hips to release a little tension Kenzi yawned, the adrenaline dissipating and her exhaustion setting in once more. "Well," Kenzi snuggled into her pillow, "I'm going back to bed if you're just going to be a giant cock-tease."
Rolling onto his side, Dyson pressed a kiss to her cheek. "I have to go to work, have a nice nap, Kenz."
"Quiet," Kenzi growled, her voice muffled by the covers. "I haven't had my hangover cure!"
"Can I help you with that," Dyson asked as she sat up and began to re-dress himself.
She shook her head with a sigh, "I was hoping you were going to but you decided that it wasn't important."
"Sorry," Dyson leaned over and kissed Kenzi on the lips before smoothing her hair gently before kissing her temple.
"Jerk," Kenzi told him.
When Kenzi did emerge from her room it was with a sweatshirt wrapped around her. It was a ridiculously large monstrosity. It had been her cousins until he had decided to take hers. Kenzi had not appreciated the pink glitter paint he had splattered on it. Bo was face down on the couch. Tamsin, had apparently never left or come back for the company, lay on her back in the middle of the twister mat.
"Best night ever," Tamsin belched as her head lolled.
"Gross," Bo groaned into the couch.
Kenzi nodded before curling up in the armchair, "Ditto."
"Dyson was in your room," Tamsin asked blearily.
Bo's head tilted up in interest, "Ditto."
"He tripped…into my bed," Kenzi gave her excuse slowly and with a little confusion.
"Did he also trip into your lady-bits," Tamsin smirked.
Kenzi flicked a bottle cap at the laid out blonde, "No!"
"I'm sensing a lie," the valkyrie thrust her hips suggestively, making Bo laugh.
Kenzi flicked another bottle cap at Bo, the metal disc hitting her ass and bouncing off. Turning to Tamsin Kenzi glared at the girl, "Did Hale make it home, or did you tie him up and have your way with him?"
"Ew," Hale and Bo both gagged.
Tamsin burped again, "He is so not my flavor of man."
"I'm not hearing a 'no'," Kenzi laughed.
"No," Tamsin ground out. "I don't think he would even go for it, if I wanted him to, it's like he wants to be some guy's bitch."
"You're not wrong," Bo sighed. "He's not really the pinch hitter."
"Did you bone a baseball player," Kenzi asked in confusion.
Bo shrugged, rolling over, "So sue me, I have a variety of interests…in men."
"This is honestly a little depressing," Kenzi sighed, fiddling with the hem of the sweatshirt, "Everyone in our group is getting some regular manwhich."
"What," Bo asked.
"Sex," Kenzi groaned. "I haven't had any in…I don't want to do the math."
"That is too long," Tamsin agreed. "I don't think I've ever gone longer than a week and a half."
Bo nodded, "Ever since I got the DL, I haven't gone without."
"You guys suck," Kenzi huffed, ignoring the childish giggles. "It's a little hard to find a man who won't ask too many questions about where I go and who I'm with."
Tamsin shrugged, "You're kind of screwed, just date a Fae. You're already deeper into our world than is really feasible for most. You're better off going for a Fae, at least then you don't have to explain why you have a stash of weapons in your closet."
"Saw those then," Kenzi sighed.
The blonde nodded in assent, "It was a little hard to miss when I slept in there last night."
"Fair point," Kenzi sighed, glancing over at Bo who was already drifting off to sleep again.
Hale had been too drunk to focus when he had stumbled into his apartment, but the next morning he was just sober enough to realize what he had missed. He had turned to lock his door only to come face to…face with a sight that was threatening a return of last night's booze. Attached, with what looked like superglue, were six dead rats hanging by their tails. The smell itself of the dead rodents was atrocious enough to make Hale back up and swallow the bile rising in his throat.
"Hell no," the man exclaimed, backing out of the hallway. He was not going to stand for this shit.
Slamming into his chair, Hale glared across his desk at his partner. "I can't believe you."
"What," Dyson asked glancing up from the newspaper he was skimming.
"The rats," Hale hissed softly.
Dyson set the paper down, "The what?"
"Rats," Hale exclaimed.
"Okay," Dyson cleared his throat and sat back, "what exactly did you drink last night?"
"Nothing," Hale denied.
Dyson rolled his eyes, "Really because I remember you putting on Tamsin's heels and singing 'I'm a Little Teapot' while chugging a bottle of scotch. By the way, Kenzi was really pissed about the scotch."
"Man," Hale groaned, "but seriously there rats glued to my door this morning."
Dyson sat back with a chuckle, "Did you piss of any more women?"
"Shut up," Hale tossed stapler at his partner who easily caught it much to his annoyance.
It was a slow Monday. Dyson had spent much of his day texting Kenzi and deflecting Hale's questioning. It was a little surprising when his phone rang. He picked up, "Kenzi?"
"Do you own a bowtie?"
"Why," Dyson asked glancing around the squad room.
"Bowties are cool," Kenzi offered, "also I already tried on all your ties."
"Did you," Dyson smiled. "And why would you do that?"
Dyson frowned as he heard water running in the background, his shower was running. "Well," Kenzi stalled, "I kind of like dressing up."
"Check the box on the top shelf of my closet," Dyson told her.
"Have I told you I love your shower," Kenzi asked her voice a little distance.
"You haven't," Dyson told her, "got tired of the booze smell?"
"Yeah, well that and Tamsin fell asleep in the bathtub," she called.
"So she didn't go home last night?"
Kenzi snorted, "No, she slept in the closet."
"Huh."
"Yeah," Dyson could hear the pattern of falling water change as she shifted in the stream of water and sloughed off the layer that clung to her hair and skin. "So what are your plans for the rest of the day, Lawman?"
The smirk was evident in her voice, "I was thinking about cutting out early. I've got enough vacation days in to call dibs on the next week and half or so."
The water cut off, "Been saving up for a few decades?"
"Try a few hundred years," Dyson volleyed back.
"Well I'll be here…in your apartment if you want to swing by," Kenzi extended lightly.
Dyson smiled, "I'll certainly think about, bye Kenz."
Stepping hesitantly into his apartment Dyson hung up his jacket toed off his shoes. The apartment was mostly dark, except for his room. Light was filtering out from that particular room. Dyson inhaled, he was a little nervous about this. It was a little too familiar. Dyson braced himself for the possible onslaught of emotions.
He stepped through the doorway and couldn't help but smile. Kenzi was lying on her stomach, book in hand. She wasn't wearing much. Tiny red yoga shorts stretched taut over her ass, a white camisole lay like liquid against her spine.
"Hey," he called.
Kenzi rolled over onto her side, peering back at Dyson who happened to catch a glimpse of the black bowtie around her neck, "Hey."
In two long strides Dyson was crawling across the bed, "Reading?"
"Mhm," Kenzi nodded as the tall man picked up the offending magazine and tossing it to the floor.
"Not in my bed," Dyson scolded gently as he leaned in and brushed his lips against hers.
It was a soft, slow dance. His hand rested on her hip before drawing upwards leaving a trail of heat on her skin. The gentle whisper of lips against lips became a languid press and pull, breath intermingling, heartbeats thudding and skipping.
It was soft and sweet, and Kenzi's mouth fell slack when Dyson pulled away. Her eyes took a moment to find the red slip of silk that dangled off of Dyson's finger, a grin gracing her face. "So you can stop stealing mine," he planted a kiss on her soft pink lips.
The bowtie slipped, forgotten, to the floor as Dyson traced Kenzi's body with his hands and her lips with his.
"The pressure of public opinion is like the pressure of the atmosphere; you can't see it–but, all the same it is sixteen pounds to the square inch."
-James Russell Lowell
A/N: 16/25. I am really looking forward to winter break, 4 more days to go. I really need a good nap and some late mornings. Thank you for all the love! I truly appreciate each and every comment. Have a Denzi night!