I am starting to think I devote too much time to fanfic. Is there such a thing?
Lost Girl doesn't belong to me, I am simply borrowing it and will return it only slightly used.
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Dyson watched as his partner in crime moved intimately with Kenzi. H e removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. Hale may be flirtatious with her on a daily basis, but he had something better. He was the one she went to most whenever she felt vulnerable. He circled the pair, his eyes never straying from her. She was far to special for someone like Hale to use and discard. The thought made him growl softly.
Hearing this, Hale watched his friend warily. The way Dyson looked at Kenzi was the same way the big bad wolf looked at red riding hood. Like she was prey, something be devoured. He had no idea that was exactly what the shifter was thinking. Hale tightened his grip slightly.
Kenzi couldn't take her eyes off of him. The way he moved brought to mind a panther stalking his prey, not a wolf. She watched his eyes flash gold at the sight of her. Well it was nice to know she wasn't the only one affected by the situtation. Feeling Hale pull her closer, she tore her eyes away from the wolf and looked into his chocolate brown eyes and was surprised by the heat in them.
'What the Fae?' she thought bewildered as he spun her through the air. 'Its not dancing. Their FIGHTING over me.' She smiled at the idea. 'Might as well enjoy it.'
Dyson clapped his hands, catching her attention. 'Well, if you get to play Cinderella for a day, you might as well a steal the shoes'. As she slipped across the floor, seductively, Kenzi's eyes never left his. As he caught her in his arms, she sank to the floor submissivly. Watching her, the blood drained from his head into other parts of his anatomy. She was so going to pay for the torture he was enduring.
As the pair rotated, Kenzi tried to look everywhere but at the impressive 'wolf junk' that was at eye level with her. She felt her body flush with heat at the thoughts running through her mind. If his were anything like hers, they both needed their minds washed out with soap.
Kenzi looked up at Dyson with a slight smirk on her lips as he pulled her to her feet. Moving back towards Hale, she had no idea that the shifter was thinking of other things she could do with those lips. Yet he said nothing.
Good things come to those who wait.
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No copyright infringement intended. I simply wanted to write about what they were possibly thinking. Review people! I'm starting to think I suck at writing. If you review mine, I'll review yours. Quid pro quo Clarice.