Commence Mature Times. Keep your hats over your eyes if you disapprove.
Dyson grabbed his coat, and motioned for Kenzi to follow him. The apartment was great, but not for him to leave his mark on her. If he wanted her to remain his, he had to do this right.
"Where are we going, exactly?" Kenzi climbed into his car, tucking her cold hands under legs.
"There's a place we're heading out to. It has to be outside."Kenzi looked at him dubiously, thinking about how cold it was outside. "Don't worry, I'll keep you warm."
"Silly Fae. You have like a million rules. Humans usually just have sex anywhere. Like in cars. Or public restrooms. Or on beds." Kenzi traced her fingers on the steamed up windows of Dyson's car.
"We'll do that later." Kenzi stopped drawing, a bit shocked by his surety that this would happen again. "But the first time has to be right for the claim to stick."
"Anything else I need to know? Blood sacrifices? My virginity, cause sorry to say D-Man that ship sailed." He was glad Kenzi was back to her old bantering self. He scoffed at her, and she smiled.
They drove for about thirty minutes before finding the stand of trees Dyson was looking for. Thick, old wood, the sky above peppered with starlight. Dyson had her wait in the car while he started a fire in a waiting fire pit.
"You bring all your girls here?" Kenzi asked, sitting next to the warm fire, "Should've at least brought s'mores."
"I've never brought any girls here Kenzi. This is where I go when I want to get away." He sat behind her cross legged form, his own body dwarfing hers. He hugged her to him, his arms bare in the chill. He had discarded his shirt when she wasn't looking. She felt safe, warm. Protected. Just like Dyson had always made her feel.
"In order for this to work, you're going to have to trust me fully." Dysons mouth was tucked into her hair, his words blowing warm air across her ear. She shivered, but not from the cold.
"I trust you." His fingers traced down her covered arms, slowly. Gently. As if not to scare her.
"You have to submit to me. Do as I ask. Can you do that?" Dyson continued the hypnotic movement of his fingers on her arms. She could feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest bearing a sharp contrast to the quick beating of her heart.
"I submit to you."She breathed out the words. Oh god. She was actually going to do this.
Dyson pulled her jacket off as well as the shirt underneath. Kenzi had left her bra at home after visiting the Dahl, and had forgotten to put it back on before going to Dyson's. She sighed when she felt his hands touch her uncovered breasts, his mouth trailing kisses down the back of her neck. He was hard behind her, and she let him take the lead.
He unzipped the mini-skirt she had been wearing, a black get up with a puff of black tulle coming out of the bottom, and scooting her up, he removed her tights and underwear. His left hand holding her tightly back against him, he reached his right down, trailing along her hip until he moved towards her center.
"Oh God." He had found her wet and warm. He quickly slid two fingers deep inside of her. She was so very tight. Though she had professed earlier to not being a virgin, she was still so very small. Her head fell back against his chest as he gently began to finger fuck her, rubbing her clit with his thumb. She came so quickly and innocently the first time, he might have missed it if she hadn't clamped down like a vice on his fingers, eyes squeezed shut.
With as much as Kenzi talked, he had always imagined she would be a talker during sex. But her words failed her under his onslaught, and she was all sighs and moans as his fingers worked inside of her over and over again.
"You are beautiful." Dyson brought the hand wet with her juices and rubbed one of her nipples. "I can't wait to make you mine."
"Oh Dyson." Kenzi moved against him, and he remembered how young she truly was. How rarely had someone touched her like this, this tough street-wise kid with a smart aleck mouth. He kissed her neck and pushed her onto her knees.
Kenzi momentarily felt the cold chill on her back, but Dyson quickly covered her, his bare legs against her own, his manhood pressed between her legs.
"This part is important." Dyson's voice was strained, he had been gentle so far to take care of her. To comfort her, but with his size, he was worried he might hurt her. "Kenzi, you are mine."
"Yes." He rubbed his cock along her opening, but didn't enter.
"Tell me Kenzi. Tell me you're mine." It isn't desperation that drives his words, though it feels like it. It's necessity. This is all part of the process. He slips the head of his cock inside of her, just enough to tease but not to fulfill.
"Oh God. Oh Dyson. I'm yours. I'm yours." She pants, hands buried in the dirt, body lit by the fire. She's so beautiful, on the edge of her rope and Dyson wants to hold this image in his mind forever. Not snarky Kenzi, who he will always hold dear, but wanton Kenzi, begging for him.
He slides the rest of the way in, and she's tight, but she's also so very wet and smooth, and like a velvet glove. His hands on her hip, he begins at the pace he wants-a hard but steady pace, and she's letting him have her anyway he wants. She comes again, tight around him, and it's a miracle he doesn't come, but it isn't time. She's boneless and lose on the ground, her body thrumming.
He transitions only enough to bring out his teeth. He slows the pace of his thrusts down, and she protests, but doesn't move. She's perfect. He kisses the back of her neck, before trailing his teeth along her skin. She stills, and he can feel her fear and her arousal again.
"Do you trust me?" He asks, his mouth against her skin.
"Yes."
He breaks the skin quickly and violently as he begins to thrust in earnest. And just like he promises, she likes it. A heat she had never imagined burns from the site of the bite down her nerves, along her toes and back. She can feel him everywhere, and it's the kind of magic that binds. So much so that when he comes a few moments later, she joins him.
The fire is burning still, but the sky is beginning to turn pink with the start of a new day. Kenzi is wrapped around Dyson, her head buried in his shoulder. Sated.
"Nothing to say Kenzi? I don't think I've ever heard you this quiet." his voice is a low, steady rumble, and she can feel herself slowly getting turned on again. Kenzi tries to shake it out of her.
"Can't snark all the time." That was the best sex of her life.
Kenzi sits up and looks around the campsite for her clothing. Dyson watches her, his face impassive, before doing the same.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Dyson asks.
"What's to talk about? We had awesome, kick ass sex and now the baddies are going to leave me alone so I can fight crime with my sista." She smiles.
"Awesome?" He tastes the word in his mouth, sliding his shirt on.
"Yep. And now things aren't going to get weird with us. Nope. Cause we're adults." She is unsure of herself even now, because she wants to jump him and ride him on the dirt. But he's doing her a favor, and there's no sense in wearing out her welcome.
"Of course. If that's how you want it to be." Dyson moved back towards the car, and Kenzi follows. Kenzi blasts the radio and sings along, and they don't talk about it. At her house, Kenzi moves to get out of the car, and Dyson grabs her gently by the hand. She can feel a shock race up her arm at the touch.
"If you need anything, you know where to find me." He lets her go and she runs back inside with only a slight smile.
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