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)
17 December, 2013
Last night had been the last. Dyson couldn't do it anymore. Live in the apartment he had killed her, the Fae that looked like Kenzi. Even lying in bed holding her as she slept had been difficult, he kept hearing her cry out and then seeing her slump back. The fading warmth, the limp shoulders and spine. There was a reason Dyson preferred to sleep on the couch, a reason he hadn't particularly shared with anyone. It would be too hard, make it too real.
So, after dropping Kenzi back at the Clubhouse post dinner, Dyson had called his realtor. An old friend, old enough to know what Dyson liked, and what he needed, being a shifter. It hadn't been hard to make a choice. Somewhere in the same region, a little more homey and less rehabbed warehouse. Somewhere Dyson wouldn't picture Kenzi dead. Anywhere he wouldn't picture her dead.
It was good timing too, a fresh start for the new year, a place where he didn't have to be alone. He would have to buy new furniture, a new bed, to be sure. So in the morning light, Dyson signed the papers, picked up keys, and boxes. And in the midst of folding and packing, he called Kenzi.
"Good morning," he smiled as he heard her stifle a yawn.
"Morning," she breathed. "How is your day off?"
Dyson sat back against the couch, "It could be better."
"Oh," Dyson could hear her shifting, most likely sitting up in bed at long last.
"Yeah, a little company wouldn't go amiss," Dyson told her with a smile. "And maybe some heavy duty tape."
"I'm intrigued," Kenzi giggled, "Does this have to do with throwing Hale in the trash heap?"
"You'll see," Dyson teased.
"Yo-ho-ho-hh…" Kenzi breathed as she stepped into Dyson's flat. "What in the seven girdles of hell happened? Were you robbed?"
Dyson stood up and crossed the cluttered floor, kissing Kenzi quickly as he drew her into a hug. "I wasn't robbed."
"So what's with the hoarding bomb that went off," Kenzi glanced around the room pointedly.
"I'm moving," Dyson watched Kenzi's smiling face drop, her mouth slipping open slightly.
"What," Kenzi breathed almost inaudibly. "Moving?"
Her face was melting into disbelief, anger, fear. She stepped out of his arms, Dyson barely keeping hold of her shoulders. "Kenz," Dyson rubbed his thumb across her shoulder blade. She didn't respond she was lost in her own world. Sighing, Dyson picked her up and settled her on the counter, wrapping his arms around her.
His arms enveloping her seemed to snap her out of her daze. She pushed against him, shoving at his chest. "You're moving!"
"Yeah," Dyson finished.
"What the hell, man," Kenzi exhaled, her eyes watery. "Why, why the hell are leaving." The 'me' at the end of her sob was silent. She couldn't say it, not now, not when he was leaving. He even seemed…happy.
"I'm not leaving, Kenz," Dyson kissed her forehead. "I'm just moving to a new apartment."
The confusion and sadness turned to rage, "What. The. Hell, man!"
The laugh was expected, Dyson couldn't help it. Kenzi was something else. She went from pleased to pissed to punchy in seconds. It was dizzying to most. "It's about time I moved to a new place."
"And now seemed like a good time," Kenzi was fighting the urge to pinch his ear and scold him like a child. "At Christmas time?"
"Precisely," Dyson agreed.
Kenzi's eyes rolled back in amazement at the wolf's actions. "Seriously?"
"Seriously," Dyson stroked her cheek. "A fresh start for a new year."
"But I like this place," Kenzi pouted prettily, Dyson dipping down and nibbling on the offending lip.
"I found something better," Dyson argued in a whisper. "A view of the city, heated floors, and a shower people would kill for."
Kenzi tilted her head back, moving away from Dyson's question lips. She was intrigued now, "Oh?"
Dyson grinned, "And if you help me, maybe I'll let you break it in."
"I guess…maybe moving wouldn't be the worst thing ever," Kenzi fought the grin that was threatening to overtake her face.
"So," Dyson trailed his fingertips up the outside of Kenzi's thighs, making circles on her hips before climbing higher. "We've only got a few boxes left to go, but I need someone to do a little shopping for me."
"Shopping you say," Kenzi squirmed on the counter as Dyson's fingertips skimmed across her.
"With my card," Dyson teased, "no limit."
"I'm in," Kenzi leaned in and kissed Dyson's cheek before catching his lips in a fierce kiss.
"My laptop is in the bedroom," Dyson directed as he helped her down off the counter.
With ease, Kenzi picked her way through the boxes, the scattered objects and mementos, and weapons. When she did enter Dyson's room she froze. The bed was missing. The mattress. The frame. They were just gone. Where his bed had stood there was just empty space.
"Dyson," she called over her shoulder, "are you sure you weren't robbed? You're bed is missing."
It was the first thing he had gotten rid of, "I need a new one," was his short reply.
"Oh-kay," moaned as she picked up the laptop and moved to settle next to Dyson in the living room. "So, bed, what else?"
Dyson, "Couches, dining room table?"
"What about storage," Kenzi asked as she skimmed through pages and pages of furniture options. Rejecting and mentally noting things she thought Dyson might like. "And what color scheme?"
"Brick, cream, and warm reds," Dyson offered.
"That's a change," Kenzi looked around Dyson's current place, it was minimalistic at heart. There were still some signs of graffiti on the walls.
"Bad?"
Kenzi shook her head and went back to shopping, "Nice."
Dyson had shortly abandoned packing the last of his things to help Kenzi shop. They had managed to pick out a nice big, tall bed and several couches and chairs to fill the living area. When, miraculously, Kenzi had become tired of shopping, Dyson had ordered in food. They had spent the next few hours, before the moving truck was to arrive, working on the last of the boxes.
Kenzi, at the moment was standing on a chair pulling things out of a makeshift closet. "You realize that most people keep their porn in under the bed," she asked dropping a shoebox to the floor, nose upturned.
"I don't have a bed," Dyson offered as he glanced down at the contents, "and those aren't mine."
"Then whose are they," Kenzi prodded with a smirk.
"I never told you about the great Spring Cleaning of '05," Dyson rubbed a hand through his hair.
"Hale was living with a girl then, she started to clean up his closet and nearly stumbled up on these, lucky for Hale she found his stash of comic books first."
"So how did you end up with custody of Tiffany and Krystale?"
Dyson chuckled, "Well I woke up one night to a banging on my door. Turns out Hale had smuggled the box out of the apartment and begged me to take them in."
"Hello Christmas present," Kenzi's brow rose in hope.
Dyson reached up to squeeze her hip, "Not a bad idea, Sweetheart."
Kenzi frowned, "Is that my nickname?"
"I don't know," Dyson frowned, "why, you don't like it?"
"I don't know," Kenzi mimicked, leaning down and wrapping her arms around Dyson's neck and curling her legs around his waist. "I've never really had a nickname like that."
Dyson pressed a kiss to Kenzi's shoulder before moving to her collar bone. Her neck was the next to receive his attention, he nipped at the tender skin, but he was quick to sooth the aggravation away with his tongue. Kenzi shivered. "You like that, Dove?"
Kenzi let out a moan turned laugh, "Done?"
"No," Dyson asked. "Okay, what about Bambi?"
Kenzi huffed lightly, "I am not a stripper."
Setting Kenzi on the back of the couch, Dyson worked at tugging off t-shirt, "Kitten?"
"Mm," Kenzi sighed, "I guess that's not so bad."
"Kitten it is," Dyson grinned, tugging the shirt over Kenzi's head. "So how about we make a few last memories?"
Kenzi bit her lip as she began to play with the hem of Dyson's shirt, "Like what?"
"I was thinking a repeat of your countertop dancing," Dyson muttered against the pulse in her neck, suckling gently.
"Really," Kenzi groaned darkly, "You have me shirtless and all alone, and you want to watch me dance? I'm starting to think you have a problem."
"Actually," Dyson lifted his camera from a box at his feet, "I was thinking we decorate with a few photos."
Kenzi laughed breathlessly, "Then I think I'm wearing too much."
"I won't complain," Dyson said as he began to fiddle with the settings and the focus on his camera.
Sliding off the back of the couch Kenzi's hands dropped to her jeans, popping the three buttons open with ease. Out of the corner of his eyes, Dyson watched her shimmying out of the tight material. Inch by inch soft flesh became visible, soft, warm flesh covered by black lace boy-shorts, the play of muscle beneath shining skin.
When she had shed the unnecessary layers, Kenzi walked with a sway in her step, hips rolling with each foot she set down. At the counter, Kenzi pushed herself up with a little jump, knees planted she crawled forward, arching and relaxing her back.
Dyson raised the camera up so he could capture each moment. He waited patiently as she rose to her feet, stretching to the sky and letting her head fall back arms following gracefully. Her eyes slipped closed as she relaxed into the pose, the click of the shutter was the only noise in the apartment. Kenzi straightened slowly, as she rose onto her toes, lifting her left leg up and towards the sky. She lowered it to the side slowly, slipping back down to flat feet. The next click came as Kenzi lay on her back, face tilted towards Dyson a lethargic smile on her face as her back arched off the table and her legs crossed at the ankle and bent.
Dyson watched Kenzi move slowly, it was beautiful. She was beautiful. As fragile as humans were, Kenzi was impossibly strong and flexible. She was everything. The camera was set aside and Dyson just watched Kenzi dance and twist and turn on the counter. She was beyond graceful with each slow movement. He had known she was built for grace, he had seen it before, but seeing her dance, it was almost hard to believe.
The boxes and the last of Dyson's furniture had been taken away, two very strong Fae loading it into a truck with ease. Kenzi trailed back up the stairs and into his apartment. She was a little unsettled that this was probably the last time she would be there. The apartment was frighteningly empty…except for a box in the center of the room. It had a green bow wrapped around it.
Kenzi stilled, staring at the box, Dyson nudged her forward, "Early Christmas present."
"Aw," Kenzi leaned over and turned slightly to kiss Dyson's scruffy cheek. "Can I open it?"
Dyson only nodded, watching Kenzi skip over to the box and begin to rip into it. The bow was slid off and threaded into her hair, the cardboard was popped open, tape breaking quickly. With a glance at Dyson, Kenzi bit her lip and dug through the mound of tissue paper. After a little digging Kenzi unearthed a metal tin. She popped it open and giggled excitedly.
"You made me a lady of the Scottish Highlands," Kenzi cooed. "I'm a lady!"
Dyson sat down behind Kenzi, slipping his arms around her waist, "Keep digging."
Kenzi did, pulling out a carefully folded dark red and black length of cloth, "A tartan?"
"Now we'll have to go and visit," Dyson smiled as he kissed her neck.
"Ooh," Kenzi bit her lip, "that would be so much fun!"
Tightening his grip, Dyson pulled Kenzi back and down to the floor. "Kitten," he murmured in her ear as he shifted her underneath him.
"Wolf-man," Kenzi called him in return.
Dyson breathed out a laugh, teeth scraping across her neck, her shoulder and her ear. "Does that make me the big bad wolf that eats little Kittens?"
"It's embarrassing. We can't keep making mistakes. Seventeen days in, we can't keep making mistakes."
-Joe Girardi quotes
A/N: 17/25. I love fluff, have you guys realized that? Ahh, so I have three days left of school before break starts. Luckily the teaching aspect is pretty much over. All I have left is finals. So after Friday I'm going to be a lot less stressed and a lot more relaxed. Well thank you for all the reviews, you guys are awesome and supportive!