Thanks for your continuing readership. This is exposition-y.
Dyson laughed. It felt like forever since he had truly laughed. Kenzi pouted.
"Just because you've had a little a suka suka action with the Kenz does not mean you shouldn't take me seriously." She wiped her hand across her neck, and came away with blood. "Especially when you went all wolfie on my neck."
"It'll heal." Dyson said, nuzzling her neck. The action sent tingles down her spine, and reminded her that they were in a very compromising position.
"So you're indifferent to my suffering?" Kenzi sighed.
"Indifferent is not the word I would use. I am very, very interested." Kenzi felt him growing hard inside her.
Dyson almost didn't hear the key in the lock, and barely managed to roll he and Kenzi off the counter and onto the floor, taking the brunt of the fall with his back.
"Whoah, whoah, whoah." Kenzi sat up on top of him, her hair falling around her face. "Now what was that for?"
The door to the apartment opened, and between the slats of the unfinished entry hall, they could make out Bo and a slightly red faced Lauren. Bo pushed the doctor against the wall, her mouth on hers.
Dyson cleared his throat, stopping the two women before it got more involved. Bo turned to look at her roommate and ex-lover on the floor of the kitchen, partially obscured by the island, and blushed. Lauren began buttoning her shirt.
Dyson passed Kenzi his own shirt and protectively hid her body from view. He put on his own pants. Kenzi knew that they looked a bit crazed, dried blood on both of their faces, wearing his oversized button up shirt, hair everywhere. Correction. She looked properly sexed. Well, maybe if she had had sex with a vampire—she wondered casually if the blood was always going to be a part of their sex life. She'd probably have to invest in new sheets.
"Bo." Kenzi drew the word out. "How's it hangin?" She felt Dyson reach for her hand and accepted it, holding his hand behind the countertop.
"Kenz. Lauren and I were just… " she stopped. "Well, I was injured and she was just." Bo had never been a very good liar, and her dishonesty was evident across her face.
"It looks like the good doctor has fixed you right up." Dyson responded drolly, noticing the succubae's obvious lack of wounds.
"Yeah. Guess it wasn't as bad as I thought." Bo was drowning. For a woman who had been on the run for ages, lying had never really come naturally to her. She finally took in her friends disheveled appearances. "So Kenz…Didn't know you'd be home."
Kenzi raised an eyebrow.
"Bo, cut the crap." She dropped Dyson's hand, but felt him move closer to her in response, his body touching hers. She crossed her arms over her chest. "There is no Luck Fae boyfriend, is there?"
Bo slumped onto the corner of the couch. Lauren went behind her and held her shoulder, before shoring herself up to speak.
"It's my fault. She was with Andrew for awhile, but we rekindled things and I thought it would best for everyone, well best for me, if it was kept a secret." Lauren squeezed Bo's shoulder.
"The Ash?" Dyson asked.
"He doesn't know. I'm sorry I asked Bo to keep this from you. It's just that we've never really gotten along, I've betrayed your trust so much," She gestured at the both of them, "And with all that's been going on, I didn't want it to become a thing. I thought it would be for the best."
Kenzi leaned against Dyson, taking in his strength. She was surprised Bo had been able to pull off the deception for so long. But she couldn't be mad when Bo was this happy with someone. Even if she didn't entirely trust the good doctor just yet.
"Bo. I'm not mad." Kenzi said.
"You're not?" Bo perked up. "I thought you'd be pissed."
"I know you and I don't get along…" Lauren interjected, but Kenzi waved for her to shush.
"If you want to knock boots with Dr. Hot Pants, this sister is not going to cock block you." Kenzi grabbed Dyson's mug from earlier, still containing coffee and downed it. She nearly gagged on how bitter it was. "Sheesh wolfboy, how you can drink this stuff?"
Lauren and Dyson had gotten a better look at the neck wound when she had downed the cup though, and Bo spoke up.
"Kenz, are you alright?" Bo looked worried.
"Sure. Why wouldn't I be…" She reached back to her neck and felt the ragged wound. "Sheesh, Dyson, I'm going to have to muzzle you."
"I would never hurt her. She's in my pack." Dyson's hand was now on Kenzi's hip, pulling her towards him, sheltering her from their looks with his body.
"It looks like you nearly tore her throat out." Bo snapped, worried.
"Bo." Lauren spoke up, sensing the tension. "Dyson's right. Her healing has been accelerated. It looks much worse than it is. The entire mating process would be helped along by a series of enzymes and pheromones secreted by the male…"
"Whoah, slow down there doctor. You're making the whole sex thing sound like a root canal." Kenzi interrupted the doctors tangent. Then she froze. "Wait, did you say mate? That can't be right. It's just a pack thing, right?" She looked to Dyson, who had himself stilled at the doctors words.
"Of course. Pack and mating rituals are very similar." Lauren broke in again, but she didn't sound as convinced.
"Of course." Dyson parroted, but Kenzi could feel his confusion through their bond. She frowned. They really did need to have a talk.
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