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)
18 December, 2013
Dyson checked his phone, he was waiting for lunch. He and Hale had been taking shifts watching a bank. There had been a 'credible' threat that there was going to be a heist. Hale and Dyson had been called in to cover it, even though he was on vacation. It had been a grudging agreement to help that got Dyson out of his former apartment. He had intended to spend the night at the new apartment, ideally with Kenzi lying next to him. Instead of showing Kenzi the apartment she had helped to furnish, he had been forced to drop her off at the Dal where she had been welcomed with open arms.
It had been an early morning, a short breakfast in a nearby bookstore, and then he was back on, Hale doing a little legwork while Dyson sat back and tried to stay awake. Okay, he was doing more than just trying to stay awake. He was actually doing a little research of his own. Just minus the legwork.
It had come quickly this year. Snuck up on him without any real warning. He had realized his predicament only the day before. Kenzi had mentioned it in passing, and it had become clear his mind had been elsewhere as of late. Dyson had been fixated on Kenzi. Just her. Nothing else. It wasn't unexpected. It was rather, precisely, the opposite. It was Christmas. He had presents to get and things to ask, and plans to move forward. Plans he should really finalize before his time ticked away.
A tap on his passenger window drew Dyson out of his thoughts. He glanced to the side and smiled as Kenzi leaned down and smiled at him through the dirty window. One eye on the bank, Dyson stretched over and unlocked the door, letting Kenzi in. She slid in and immediately leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek, her soft lips leaving a sweet scent on his skin.
"Lunch," she presented a brown paper sack.
Dyson took the bag and returned the kiss, "Homemade?"
"That better be a joke, Mister," Kenzi crossed her arms over her chest. "I picked up one of Trickster's special sandwiches."
"Why does that sound like it's laced with cocaine," Dyson asked as he dug into the bag.
Kenzi shrugged, "We really don't know what that man puts in the food, but it is addictive."
"It is," Dyson agreed as he bit into the sandwich.
"So," Kenzi slid off her boots and curled her feet beneath her, "I thought you were on break?"
Dyson nodded and swallowed, "I am, but they needed all hands on deck."
"So no vacation," Kenzi sighed.
"I'm done at three," Dyson informed Kenzi with a grin. "Then I thought that we might go explore my new place and unpack a little."
"We," Kenzi raised an eyebrow. "We, I'm not exactly lookout material. I get bored too easily."
"Check the backseat," Dyson patted her leg, squeezing her knee quickly before looking back out the window."
Kenzi rose to her knees, twisting and leaning into the backseat. She never noticed Dyson's attention refocus to the soft curve of her hip and ass. "You got me a book," Kenzi asked as she picked up the nondescript hardback book. She slipped back into her seat casting a puzzled glance at the detective beside her.
"Just open it," Dyson told her.
"Alright," Kenzi smiled softly and flipped the cover open. "Oh," she gasped lightly as she was met with a very pleasant sight. A man was vacuuming, shirt off, underneath the title Porn for Women. Kenzi tilted her head to the side, lower lip caught between her teeth. "I suppose I could entertain myself for a few hours."
Dyson laughed under his breath, "Okay."
Kenzi hummed a response and flipped to the next page, rotating the book so she could see the whole page a little better. "Mm, laundry."
Dyson glanced over to find Kenzi shifting lightly in her seat. Apparently he had picked out a good book. He finished his sandwich and cleaned his hands before resting his right hand on Kenzi's thigh. His fingertips stroked the supple flesh, touch straying further up her leg as he went. Kenzi squirmed again, trapping his hand in place, her thigh muscles clenching beneath his touch. Another page was turned, her legs relaxed, she shifted, and Dyson's fingers slid a little closer.
"Hey," Kenzi yelped as Dyson's fingers brushed her center, "I'm reading here."
Dyson slid his hand free and held it up in a show of forfeit. "Maybe I shouldn't have brought you a book."
Kenzi shook her head, "Oh you so did the right thing, now stop talking, I'm reading."
Dyson spent the next two hours being ignored, it wasn't exactly the company he had in mind, but he wasn't exactly mad. Kenzi was thrumming with energy, Dyson could hear her blood pumping and smell the delicate changes in her scent, and the spicy notes filled the car. At long last when Hale texted to let him know that he was there to relieve him.
With one hand, Dyson flipped the book out of her hand and closed, he tossed it into the backseat. "Time to go home, Kenz." She moaned at the loss of the photos but buckled her seatbelt and began to pull her boots back on as Dyson drove.
Kenzi had to admit that the building Dyson had pulled up to was nicer than his old building. It certainly wasn't a warehouse in a rundown neighborhood. This was a much warmer looking building. Dyson was by her side of the door before Kenzi could begin to get out. He helped her out of the car and led her to the elevator.
"Classy," Kenzi glanced around the wood paneled elevator.
Dyson tipped his head in acknowledgment as he hit the top floor button: six. Standing behind the tiny woman, Dyson wrapped his arms around her, holding back his urge to pick her up and kiss her senseless. It felt like a momentous occasion. It felt very right. When the elevator opened, Dyson urged Kenzi forward and down a short hallway to a dark wood door. Kenzi shifted to let Dyson get to the door, expecting him to open the door. Instead, Dyson pressed a shiny silver key into her hand.
"Go ahead," he kissed her neck tenderly.
Kenzi's eyes slid back to Dyson, "Okay." She slipped the silver key home, twisting it with little effort, the click of the bolt sliding back her reward. Smiling, Kenzi twisted the knob and pushed the door inward.
Moving to take a step forward, Kenzi found her feet being swept out from beneath her as Dyson lifted her into his arms and stepped across the threshold in one smooth movement. Kenzi fastened her arms around his neck, head thrown back in laughter as Dyson walked over to the center of the loft and set her down.
Kenzi spun in a circle, taking in the large, slanting, windows, the exposed brick, the cream and red paint that accented the huge space, and the vaulted ceiling.
"What do you think," Dyson asked.
"It's amazing," she gasped. "And oh my god, look at that kitchen, I could kiss that oven."
Dyson tugged gently on a dark lock of her hair, the strands slipping across his skin like silk. "Already thinking about baking in my oven?"
"God yes," Kenzi moaned starting towards the kitchen only to have Dyson latch onto her hand and tug her back into his arm.
"Do you want the full tour," he asked, quite pleased that all the furniture was in place,and all that was left was to unpack the boxes stacked in various corners of the loft.
"You have to ask," Kenzi wrapped her arms around Dyson's waist and peered up at him.
Leaning down, Dyson slipped his hands into Kenzi's hair, tangling the tresses around his fingers and tugging gently. Her head tipped back in response, mouth dropping open. Dyson drew her up against him, mouth latching on to hers. Kenzi moaned as Dyson's tongue swept across her lower lip, before her tongue darted out to meet his.
Breathing frantic, Kenzi slipped down Dyson, her shirt riding up as she felt each inch of his body. "Tour," she asked breathily.
"Right," Dyson nodded, smoothing down Kenzi's mussed hair and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
Hands linked as though it was their natural state, Dyson led Kenzi up the shining wood staircase. Kenzi was still marveling at the structure. Heavy wood beams sprouted from the floor and reached the ceiling reminding Kenzi of some of the barns she had played in as a child. At the top of the stairs was a sitting room and office space. Kenzi wasn't thrilled by this space, her eyes had been drawn down a passage, several doors stood closed, piquing the private detectives curiosity.
Dyson watched as Kenzi danced from foot to foot, anxious to move down the hallway. "Go on," he grinned, "my home is yours."
She laughed brightly, "D-man…"
"I know," he sighed, "I couldn't keep you out, even if I wanted to."
"I've got skills," Kenzi swung their connected hands lightly.
Dyson squeezed his hand lightly, "And a key," he reminded her about the key that was in his pocket.
"There is that," Kenzi remarked as she tugged Dyson down the hall, headed to the far door. Excitement clear in her footsteps, Kenzi pushed the door open and broke free of Dyson's hold. She launched herself with a squeal at the large bed, it wasn't made, but Kenzi didn't particularly care.
"Dyson," she said, "I think I'm going to have to ask you to leave so I can be alone with your mattress."
Said mattress dipped as Dyson crawled up beside her, "I suppose we could discuss joint custody."
"Screw you, man," Kenzi groaned. "I will cut you."
Dyson scoffed at her violent reaction, "It sounds like we're going to have to have an intervention, Kitten."
"Shut up and go get the sheets," Kenzi ordered. "I think we deserve a nap."
"That could be arranged," Dyson rolled off the bed and retreated to the sitting area where the boxes had been left. When he returned, Kenzi was missing. Frowning, Dyson set to making the bed and putting pillows in pillowcases. When he had finished that, Dyson stepped into the attached bathroom.
"I'm never leaving," Kenzi stood in the shower, head tipped upward as she took in every feature and technology.
Dyson bit back the grin, he wasn't going to argue. Instead he leaned against the counter and watched as Kenzi explored. What he hadn't expected was for her shirt to drop to the floor and her jeans to quickly follow as she walked across the bathroom floor.
"You coming," she tossed over her shoulder as she headed back to the bedroom. "I'm exhausted, and if I'm going to spend the night helping you unpack, I'm going to need all my energy."
Taking his cue from her, Dyson stripped off his shirt and jeans. In two long strides he was level with Kenzi. He lifted her into his arms and tossed her onto the bed where she bounced and let out a startled yelp.
"Jerk," Kenzi muttered lightly as she scraped the covers down and slid beneath them, plumping and pillow to lay her head on.
Dyson slid in beside her, "You love it."
"I love these sheets," Kenzi twisted beneath the covers, the soft fabric slid across her skin leaving a trail of goose bumps.
Dyson shook his head and dragged Kenzi across the bed by the waist. She shifted to face him and he trailed a hand along her spin, around her hip and to her knee, hitching her leg over his hip. "So you like?"
"Yeah," Kenzi nuzzled Dyson's chest, "It feels nice." They lay quietly, breathing evening out. "Oh," Kenzi gasped, jerking upright a little before she relaxed, "you should get a Christmas tree!"
"A tree," Dyson asked. "With lights and ornaments?"
"Yeah," Kenzi rubbed her legs against Dyson's, "it would be nice. I can never have one at the Clubhouse because that place is already a firetrap."
"I suppose I might be persuaded," Dyson teased, more content than he had been in years and years.
"The longest journey a man must take is the eighteen inches from his head to his heart."
-Unknown
A/N: 18/25. Emotional exhaustion has set in. The last five days and the next two are going to be trying. I've been in near tears several times, but all I can do is fight through the work-related crud and look forward to a quiet break. I hope all of your Decembers are turning out well. Thanks for the love & I hope you enjoyed the treat!