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)
22 December, 2013
After a long day of pampering, Kenzi was finally returned home in time for some cookie baking with Bo and Tamsin…which explained why Kenzi woke up in a tangle of limbs on Bo's bed to the clinking of bottles and the slight snores of Tamsin. Struggling to raise her head, Kenzi glanced over the scene. Bo was half off the bed. Her head dangling downward, Tamsin was sprawled in the middle and half on top of Kenzi. And, of course, littered around the trio were more than a few empties and half-empties.
The smallest of the three tried to pull herself into a sitting position only to have a hand grope her roughly in the upper body area. Kenzi froze at that.
"No more cookies," Kenzi decided. "I really need to stop falling asleep in public places."
Bo groaned and the bed rocked, "This isn't public."
"Keep telling yourself that."
"Whose boob did I just grab," Tamsin asked as she flexed her empty fingers.
Kenzi flopped back on the bed with a sigh, "Why don't you two just live together in debauchery?"
"We need a third for when we really want to screw with people," Tamsin offered.
Kenzi twisted so she could stare at the blonde, "Sometimes I wonder why you weren't drowned at birth?"
Tamsin shrugged, "I think they tried, if it's any comfort."
"No," Kenzi shook her head, "not really."
When Kenzi did manage to escape from the girl-pile, she bundled up and headed over to Dyson's. She let herself in with the key he had gifted her. The lights were dim, it was still early, and Kenzi had a pretty good feeling that Dyson was probably still in bed. With that in mind, Kenzi set her stuff down and slipped out of her shoes. She padded across the heated floors and up the stairs.
After pushing the bedroom door open slightly, Kenzi stood and watched the man in the bed. Dyson was indeed asleep, he was lying on his back, covers half off, bare chest rising and falling with each breath.
Shucking her shirt and her pants, Kenzi slipped into bed beside Dyson, curling up to the man. He stirred lightly, one eye opening to peer at her before his arm pulled her flush against him.
"Good morning," Kenzi kissed his chest, hand trailing up and down his stomach and through the fine trail of hair.
"Morning," Dyson inhaled and caught her hand with his and brought it up to his face. He pressed a kiss the soft flesh on the inside of her wrist. "I thought you and the girls were going to hang out last night?"
"We did, and I left this morning after some unexpected groping," Kenzi slid her cold feet between Dyson's legs. "Tamsin is really sort of handsy."
He rolled slightly so he could pull Kenzi against his chest, "I'm going to need a little more of an explanation than that, Kenz."
"We passed out in Bo's bed, and that was where we all woke up," Kenzi expanded.
"I'm not quite sure how I'm supposed to feel about that," Dyson frowned into Kenzi's hair.
"I'm feeling a little violated, if that helps you any," Kenzi nuzzled Dyson's chest, inhaling the musk.
"Maybe you shouldn't be living with two women who are so randy," Dyson muttered.
"Two?"
"Tamsin has been practically living with you and Bo," Dyson hinted.
Kenzi shrugged, her chilly nose dragging along Dyson's warm flesh. "Tam-Tam is a friend, so she stays over."
"I'm just saying maybe with Tamsin hanging out so much with Bo, you and I can spend a little more time together."
Kenzi laughed, her hot breath hitting Dyson's chest and turning cool, "You do realize that I've spent more time with you in the last twenty-two days than I have nearly our entire friendship."
"So," Dyson asked.
She didn't really have a clear answer, "I'm just saying we've been hanging out a lot."
"We have not been 'hanging out'," Dyson corrected. "We've been getting to know one another better, building our relationship."
Kenzi wrinkled her brow at the heavy thoughts, "What were we discussing?"
Dyson shifted downward in bed, pulling Kenzi up so they were eye to eye, "Why you should probably just move in with me."
"I think you might have a gas leak, because you're talking crazy," Kenzi said lightly.
Dyson stroked her cheek, coaxing her to open her eyes and look at him, "Is it that crazy?"
"Sort of," Kenzi pointed out. "What if you find out that I like to tie shoelaces in triple knots or I can't sleep without whale song? Then we're living together and can't stand each other."
"Whale song," Dyson asked, "that's the best you can come up with?"
"That's not an answer."
"Yes it is," Dyson told her. "I will love you no matter what, even if I find you making your own soap on stove."
"What if I find out you have fleas," Kenzi offered with a hint of smile.
"Then I'll let you give me a bath," Dyson rubbed his nose against hers. "Come on, Kenz."
She huffed, "I'm really not seeing any clear advantages to living with you."
"We'll get to spend our first Christmas together," Dyson suggested.
Kenzi returned the Eskimo kiss, "That would be nice, but we've only been dating for a week and a half."
"But we've been friends for years," Dyson argued.
"And you were sleeping with my current roomie for much of that," Kenzi pointed out.
"A week and a half is really like sixteen weeks, in dog years," Dyson continued.
Kenzi frowned, "You do realize you're not actually a dog, right?"
"I'm a wolf, which means it's actually much longer."
The dark haired woman shoved Dyson's chest lightly, "You're being ridiculous. And this is so not the time for it."
"Come on, Kenzi," Dyson cajoled. "We're in love, we've basically been living together for weeks, we're exclusive, neither of us need to move, and clearly your nervous enough for the both of us."
"Dyson," Kenzi glared, "we haven't even had our first fight, at least not about anything important. We're still in the stupid honeymoon phase."
Dyson sat up and looked down at the petite human, "I know everything I need to know about you, you are fiercely loyal and strong, you never back down, even when you probably should, and you would sacrifice everything for anyone you love. Kenzi I don't want to have to go to bed without you or wake up alone."
"That's not…," Kenzi sighed and rolled over, "A week and a half."
Dyson lay down behind Kenzi, curling around her body. "The only thing that really matters," Dyson murmured against her ear, "is if you want to be with me every day. If you can see yourself exactly like this?"
Kenzi tucked her chin, pulling her legs up and assuming the fetal position. "That doesn't mean that we should live together."
"Would it be that horrible?"
"No," she breathed.
"Where do you think this relationship is going," he pressed.
"I don't know," she whined.
"I'm not playing around, Kenz," he growled lowly. "I'm in this for the long haul, house, white picket fence, hell I'm in it for the puppies. And I want you to be in it too."
"I'll talk to Bo," Kenzi sighed.
"Bo," Kenzi called as she held the bag of Italian food and the bottle of wine while slamming the door shut with her foot.
"Kenz," Bo yelled back.
"I brought lunch!"
Bo appeared in the kitchen wrapped in a robe and hair up in a towel. "I smell lasagna."
"Yes you do," Kenzi grinned.
Bo eagerly dug into the paper bag and the silver foil containers. Kenzi watched her best friend. She felt…guilty. For a long time it had been Bo and Kenzi against the world and the Fae. They made a pretty kick-ass duo. So Kenzi had been a little left out at times, she and Bo were sisters. Kenzi had promised to always be there for Bo. It felt like just contemplating leaving the Clubhouse was breaking that promise.
"Are you going to dig in," Bo asked fork halfway to her mouth.
Kenzi shook herself and ripped into a hunk of garlic bread, "Is it good?"
"Oh yeah," Bo moaned and laved the fork with her tongue. "This sauce is delicious."
"Yeah," Kenzi asked.
After another few bites and another few sighs, Bo set her fork down. "What's wrong?"
"You know how Tamsin is always here," Kenzi asked.
Bo nodded, "Yeah. Is this about what happened this morning?"
"No," Kenzi exclaimed. "I mean it wasn't great for me, but it's not the first time I've groped in a dog pile."
"And as much as I need to hear that story," Bo laughed, "what's going on?"
"Do you think our busty-blonde compadre might want to move in," Kenzi asked as she took another bite of bread.
"I'm not sharing my room," Bo said quickly, "I need my privacy."
Kenzi nodded, "I'm aware."
"Oh," Bo frowned. "You want to leave."
"No," the smaller woman rushed out. "No, sort of, maybe. Dyson thinks that I should move in with him."
"Wow," Bo responded. That seemed to be her response to much of the Dyson-Kenzi relationship. "I mean that's great…"
"But we've only been together for like eleven days," Kenzi agreed with her sister.
"Yeah."
"Yeah," Kenzi repeated.
They sat in silence, the food going cold. Bo eventually breaking the silence, "Do you want to?"
"I don't know. I love living with you and being here, and I don't want to lose us, but I like being with Dyson," Kenzi admitted shyly.
"Kenz," Bo said softly, "We're sisters, eventually we'll have to stop being just us and be us plus two."
"But that's it, right now it's just us plus one."
Bo played with the food on her plate, "That's fine. It would be sort of weird if were like those people who are in relationships at the same time and then have double weddings with kitschy themes, and then have babies at the same time."
"So creepy," Kenzi added with a smile.
"Unnatural," Bo raised.
Kenzi laughed. "So maybe I do this on a trial run and we make time for us?"
"Yeah," Bo agreed, "besides I had dibs on you first, and we do have a business together."
"Funny," Kenzi looked at the succubus who seemed honestly okay. "So should we tell Tamsin, or just let her squat here until she realizes what happened?"
"I vote the latter."
Bang, Kenzi kicked the front door, her arms weighed down by a multitude of bags. Dyson swung the door open quickly, leaning forward and lifting the weight from her easily. Free of her burdens, Kenzi beamed up at Dyson, "Yes."
The bags were set aside and Dyson lifted her off her feet and spun her around, "I love you."
"You're not going to love me when I take over your closet," Kenzi giggled into his neck.
"Yes I will," Dyson said. "Also, we've officially had our first important argument, and we survived, yet another sign that this is a good idea."
"Prat," Kenzi muttered under her breath darkly. He always seemed to be right, at least about their relationship.
Setting her down, Dyson picked up her bags, "I'll go put these upstairs, we can unpack later."
"Why not now," Kenzi asked.
"We need to celebrate," Dyson called over his shoulder as he took the stairs two at a time.
Kenzi took the moment of solitude to glance around her new home. It was an odd concept, Kenzi had struggled to come to terms that home wasn't just Russia. Now, now it seemed obvious that Dyson's apartment, their apartment was home.
"How about a fire, some wine, and a massage," Dyson asked as he skipped down the stairs.
She dropped onto the couch, "You're a setting a bad precedent, now I'm going to expect to be spoiled all the time."
It was meant to be teasing, but Dyson could only grin ecstatically, "As you should be."
"Right," Kenzi rolled her eyes and watched as Dyson opened a bottle of white wine and poured two glasses.
He made quick work of building a fire and settling Kenzi on a blanket he'd spread out on the floor. Fingers slipped under her shirt, pushing it upward and over her head. The material was dragged down her arms and off entirely, her bra quickly followed. Dyson pressed a kiss to the back of her neck as she lay face down, another was pressed a few inches lower, then between her shoulder blades, the middle of her back, and the dip at her lower back. Kenzi shivered as Dyson stretched across her, his body heat radiating and prickling against her skin.
He sat back and a soft pop was heard before Kenzi inhaled sharply as a cold dollop of lotion hit her back. Dyson chuckled lowly as he began to rub the lotion into her skin, pressing and kneading her muscles delicately. His hands were warm and everywhere. They stroked her bare skin from fingertips to her neck down her back and sides, fingers grazing her breasts and playing along the curves of her hips.
Blinking slowly, Kenzi melted into the blanket beneath her. Dyson had the strange talent to utterly break down her defenses. She was little more than a puddle of goo in his hands. The scents of cocoa butter and Dyson were sinking into her, making her body thrum with excitement.
"Dyson," she moaned his name as he played her nerves expertly.
"Kenzi," Dyson said her name, voice hoarse with excitement.
She tipped her head to the side, glancing back so she could see him, "You're going to kill me."
"Not yet," he advised her darkly.
She whimpered, body tensing as his words sunk in, fire rushing through her body.
"In twenty-three years of married life he had peered uneasily at every graceful ankle, every soft shoulder; in thought he had treasured them; but not once had he hazarded respectability by adventuring."
-Sinclair Lewis
A/N: 23/25. Spent much of my afternoon/night running around trying to find last minute gifts that were impossible to find for one reason or another, but I managed to get this done. Yay! I really am enjoying the torture…Also I have hit 100 reviews, this is epic! I love you all, have a wonderful Denzi filled night!