Girl Talk. A thank you to readers for the support.
Bo is on the couch with a cup of coffee and Kenzi walks in and starts another pot. There's no way Bo's coffee is going to get her through this right now. She just slept with Dyson, what the hell was she thinking.
"Hey," Bo stops and looks over her, before her smile morphs into an almost lecherous grin. "Someone got a little freaky last night." Bo takes a twig out of Kenzi's hair. "C'mon, spill."
"Uh, not now Bo. Majorly freaking out." Kenzi grabs a pint of ice cream from the fridge and drops herself onto the couch.
"C'mon, it can't be that bad. Who with? I know you were all freaked out about the whole Dyson offering himself up to you thing, but I didn't think you'd call a booty call. Couldn't have been that bad, your chi is all satisfied." Bo sits down with her on the couch, rubbing her hair.
"Oh, it was so good. It was the best sex, hands down. I can still feel him all over me, oh crap." Kenzi shuts her eyes.
"C'mon Kenz, details!"
"Crap. I did it with Dyson. I let him claim me." Bo looks shocked, and Kenzi sets down her spoon and her pint of ice cream and looks at her. "I know, I know. I am like the worst friend ever. I just, it seemed like a good idea and he was so good and now I'm worried I've really ruined things."
"Oh Kenz, it's fine. I'm not upset." Bo reaches her pinky out. "Pinky promise. Did he hurt you? I know Dyson can be a bit rough and get a little carried away." Bo hands her her ice cream again. "C'mon, eat up. You're probably exhausted. You look like you had quite a work out."
"He was incredible. Like best sex I've ever had. Way out of the ballpark. I mean, that boy can do some things I've never..." she sighed. "It was everything great sex should've been, and it was absolutely amazing, and the bite, oh God, he was right, I really liked it." She rubbed her face with her free hand. "But I don't want to ruin my friendship with D-man over this whole thing. I don't want him to feel like he owes me anything.
"Earth to Kenz, he offered." Bo looked at her intensely. "And don't go on about men having sex with anything that moves. If anyone knew what was entailed in this, it was Dyson. If he was just looking to have an itch scratched, he could've done it with any girl at the bar. He helped you out. Don't take it to mean anything more than that."
Kenzi sank deeper into the couch and ate a bite of the ice cream. Bo was right. This didn't have to mean anything. Dyson hadn't made it seem like it meant that much, after all. Just really, really great sex. That they might have to repeat. He did say that was up to her, and if it could sooth this feeling of crawling out of her skin so she could find him and jump him again, she would. A hundred thousand times. With phantom longing, she could feel his touch on her skin, could feel him inside her like a presence. Kenzi had had good sex before, at least she thought so, but Dyson had left a mark on her she couldn't quite shake.
"That's a deep look there Kenz." Bo reached over and pulled another stick out of her hair. "Maybe you should take a shower, clear your head." Bo took the ice cream and stood up. "Don't worry so much. It's just sex." Kenzi mentally harrumphed. 'It's just sex,' said the sex crazed succubus best friend. Sure.
Kenzi went upstairs and grabbed a change of clothes before heading to the shower, while Bo busied herself in the kitchen. It was weird seeing Bo this domestic, but her recent relationship with the Luck Fae had made her happy-happier than Kenzi had seen in awhile. Now if she could just catch more of a glimpse of this dude who had snagged her girls heart, she'd be happy. It helped to think more about Bo's relationship woes than her own.
Kenzi wasn't accustomed to being the main attraction. An oddity, sure, but more of a side show attraction. She had always been the best friend, the third wheel, and in romantic relationships that usually equated to one night stands or ending up with loser taggers. She stepped into the shower, and sighed under the warm water. It was probably a good thing that this relationship with Dyson was barely a relationship. Sure she was now officially "owned" but some werewolf cop, but that did not equal romance and flowers and wine.
The sensation of Dyson didn't feel like it was going anywhere anytime soon. She worried that it might be a side effect of the bite—in retrospect she hadn't really gone over the finer details. Kenzi had always been quick to act—her heart knew the way before the rest of her caught up, and this time she had jumped head first into something that Trick had labeled as commitment.
It made her feet itch. If this was years ago, before she met Bo, before this city had really become her home, she would've taken off. Gone to the home country to see her cousins. Dropped down to New York and hung out with some spacey painter she'd met when she was a teenager. Gone anywhere but here. Roots had never been strong with her. But she couldn't. Not now. Not when she had Bo and Trick and Hale. And Dyson.
Kenzi scrubbed some bubble gum shampoo into her hair, before letting her fingers drift down and touch the quickly healing mark on her neck. Her fingers gently traced the ridges of Dyson's bite, and the feeling was so incredibly powerful and sensual, she had to lean against the wall for support. She felt that same warmth that he had given her when she had originally taken the bite, the tenderness of her abused skin an afterthought to the powerful rush of pleasure that throbbed through her body.
Miles away, Dyson could feel her anxiety and then the rush of pleasure. He wondered if he should've warned her about the side effects of the bite, the ones she was sure to start experiencing sooner. If he had been younger and unable to control himself, he probably would've kept her in the woods for days until she was unwilling to leave his side. It's what his instinct had told him to do. But he liked Kenzi's spirit, and he wasn't willing to break it by shackling her to him.
One of the happy side effects of the bite was his ability to feel her emotions—an effect that would eventually wane to a comfortable level. For now, it was like when they had switched bodies. He was inside her skin, privy to all of her sensations.
He wasn't happy to wait for her to come to him. Every instinct made him want to drive back to her home and tie her to the bed. But he was patient. He would wait.
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