Disclaimer: I do not own Lost Girl or I'd have Dyson doing my dishes naked.

Author's Note: I am so so so sorry for the long wait. I hope you all enjoy this, I made it spicy just for you. This one is dedicated to Jommy26 for nudging me back into the game. Next update should be up on Sunday night!

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"Concentrate," Dyson said softly.

He stood only inches behind her, with one hand pressed along her stomach, reminding her to use her diaphragm.

It was getting harder to resist her. To not press just a little harder on her stomach and force her body to press into his. To not run the hand just a little further in either direction to be pressed against much more interesting areas of hers. As it was, he had been fighting off erections all week.

The scent of her alone made Dyson's mind cloudy, a drugged sensation he had come to enjoy when he breathed her in. He ached to press his face in close behind her, bury his face in her hair and run his nose along the sensitive skin behind her ear. To sink his teeth into her soft skin and leave his mark on her for all to see.

"Easy for you to say," Kenzi replied, bringing him back to reality.

The blindfold he had tied around her eyes was supposed to help her concentrate on the invisible barrier between realms. It had taken weeks, but when she felt it, it was like pressing along the wall of a bubble that refused to pop. It was an odd feeling that she could not only sense, but feel deep in the pit of her stomach.

After weeks of non-stop training of her body and mind, Kenzi had just gotten the hang of her 'spidey senses' that allowed her to sense the other realms. But so far, she still wasn't able to breach the barrier.

Dyson had been softly guiding her mind through exercises all morning that were as exhausting as his physical exercises. 'Deep breaths', he'd said. 'The strength lies in your diaphragm', 'clear your mind of all things except breaching the barrier'.

Her skin felt too tight along her body; hot and itchy. She tried to clear her mind but her body was on too high alert. With her eyes forced closed by the blindfold she was hyperaware of her other senses, like the scent of male and sweat and Dyson in the air. Or the touch of his oh-so-hot hand pressed firmly along her stomach, so large that his pinky was only inches away from where she wanted him most. The sound of his quiet breathing from only inches behind her; all of it was too much of a distraction.

She was reaching her limit of control for the day; one that was decreasing every moment that she spent with him.

"Okay, that's it." She huffed, reaching up to pull the blindfold down her face to rest around her neck. "I need a drink."

Dyson let his hand drop from her stomach, missing her heat already. "I don't think that's a good idea, Kenz."

Whipping around to face him, she smiled brightly. "Alcohol is always a good idea D-Man." She started off toward his kitchen area. "Besides," she called over her shoulder. "It's Friday night! We should be off creating mischief and stealing booze from Trick by now."

Dyson made no move to get closer to her as he watched her shirt ride up along her stomach to expose a small sliver of her back to him. Not to mention she was wearing his favorite off all of her skirts. Black leather, it clung to her hips and revealed a good portion of her thighs to him. Paired off with a pair of high black leather boots, Dyson's control wore thin. She looked like sin incarnate tonight.

He supposed he could blame himself for this, as he was the one who told her she could wear 'whatever she liked' today as it was a 'mental day' today, not a 'physical day' as she liked to call it.

She poured them both a couple fingers of the dark liquid and walked back over towards him, hips swaying.

"You know what this man cave needs? A little feminine touch!" She exclaimed, twirling in a small circle carefully. "A couple paintings, some flowers, a touch of paint… You could really spruce the place up a bit."

He grinned, taking a glass from her hands and taking a healthy sip. "Ah yes, because the crack shack you and Bo live in is the picture of femininity."

"Touché," she smiled, walking past him to the couch before flopping down.

Her muscles were constantly sore these days. Dyson took his role as her trainer very seriously. They met almost every day, unless he was swamped with work or she and Bo were on a case. They alternated between a rigorous physical workout and a draining mental one. The physical portion involved a mix of cardio for stamina and weight training for strength. He also had her alter her diet slightly. Not that anyone could stop Kenzi from consuming all the junk food and pizza she wanted, but he did manage to get her to consume more protein and veggies to help improve her energy and to balance out her diet. Her alcohol consumption however, that he had no control over.

Kenzi tipped back her glass and took a healthy swallow of her drink. "Ugh!" She groaned in ecstasy. "I've dreaming of his moment all day!"

Dyson grinned at her, sitting down next to her and resting his arms along the back of the couch, stretching out his big body.

"You did well today, you know."

She snorted. "Yeah right."

"I mean it." He insisted, "I could feel that power rising in you when you concentrated. You were very close."

"Funny," she scoffed in disbelief. "Because I didn't feel any different than I usually do. I keep hitting that same wall. And the wall hits back!"

She tipped back her glass once more and finished her whiskey. It wasn't her drink of choice but it was growing on her. The warmth that started in her stomach slowly spread outward making her body feel a pleasant lethargic sensation.

"You'll get there," he encouraged. "It takes years for some people to learn to cross realms, and you've made this much progress in just a few weeks."

"I guess," she mumbled stretching her legs out in front of her and pointing her toes, letting out a painful sigh as her tight muscles stretched.

"Sore?" he asked, already pulling her legs up to rest on his lap, forcing her sideways on the couch.

"A bit, my personal trainer is kind of a hard-ass."

He grinned, pulling down the zipper on her boots. "But at least he's good looking."

She snorted through her nose. "Yeah, if you're into that whole ruggedly handsome underwear model sort of thing." He laughed, a full-bellied sound that she loved, making her lips curl up as well. "But I hear he gives great foot massages, so I guess it makes up for it."

He pulled off her other boot and looked at her pretty pink toe nails and followed the line of her bare leg up over the arch of her calf, along her thigh and up to the hem of her skirt, which had ridden up higher with her position on the couch.

He wanted to trail his hands up her legs and under her skirt, push it up high around her hips. He wondered which pair of the hundreds pieces of underwear she was wearing.

She wiggled her foot in his face to bring his attention back to the task at hand.

"Get to work Wolf Man. I don't have all night!" She snarked.

"Mmm… God, Dyson."

They had ended up with Kenzi lying face down on the couch, with Dyson kneeling between her legs leaning over her form, massaging the knots out of her back.

"A little harder."

After listening to her sinful moans during her foot massage, Dyson couldn't help but suggest they continue the massage on her other ache-y spots. Kenzi was all too quick to accept. He was glad that she had her eyes closed on the couch, turned away from him because his pants had gotten tighter than necessary about 15 breathy moans ago. He was fighting off a problematic erection at this point. His cock felt full and heavy, a tightness in his balls warning him that this massage was no longer a good idea.

"Ohhh yeah… Right there!"

He had the urge to press down against her ass and let her feel what each moan was doing to him. Her skirt had ridden up when he was working on the backs of her thighs and now a small portion of her ass peeked out from under her skirt. He could see barest hint of red lace even from his position above her. If he were to sit back on his heels, he would get a full view of what she kept hidden. He grit his teeth, feeling his cock jerk slightly. He looked back towards her face, watching the expression of bliss crinkled into a pained pleasure as he pressed harder on a knot between her shoulder blade and neck.

"Ugh," she breathed out.

His hand followed the line of the muscle, stretching it out before working to loosen the knot again.

"God, Dyson." She moaned.

"Mm," he purred in response.

"Where'd you learn to do this?" She asked sleepily.

He snagged his glass of whiskey off of the floor and downed it in one gulp. 'What was that, number three, four?' he thought. He put it back down, returning the hand to her tight upper back. She had discarded her shirt a few minutes ago, lying in only a cropped lace… whatever it was, tank top? Corset? Whatever it was only came about two inches underneath her breasts, leaving the rest of her bare. Her straps were tucked under her arms, leaving her shoulder bare.

The image of her sitting up and pulling her shirt off to reveal her lacy undershirt would star in his fantasies from now on.

"I've lived a long time, Kenz." He said accent thickening. "You pick up a lot of hobbies to pass the time."

"That sounds… lonely." She murmured, brows furrowing.

"At times it was," he said with a smile. "But why would I be lonely… with you here?"

He heard her heart stutter, then beat faster with the images the words pulled from her mind. A flush began in her cheeks even as her lips curled up in the corner. They rarely discussed that time together, it was an unspoken agreement.

She breathed out a giggle. "That is a very…good…question."

Dyson froze, not expecting her to play along. The air grew thick around them. He felt his chest grow tighter and his breathing speed up. Kenzi's lips lost her smile and her heart rate increase even further. She turned her head even further towards him, her eyes going unfocused as all senses focused on his next move.

Bracing both arms to the side, by her head, he lowered his body so that his chest was just barely grazing hers, still keeping his lower body away from hers.

"Kenzi," he purred in her ear.

He felt the shudder run down her body, her eyes closing, breathing heavier now.

"Dyson," she echoed.

With a quiet growl he pressed reached a hand underneath her torso and pulled her body up onto her hands and knees under him. With the full length of his body against her now, he didn't bother hiding his need from her any longer. It was time she understood the effect she had on him.

She gasped, her eyes flying open wide.

"What are you doing to me Kenzi," he whispered in her ear, his nose caressing the soft hair behind it. "I can't stop thinking about you."

He moved his hand from her sternum and slid it slowly down to rest against the middle of her stomach, pressing against it firmly, but still gentle, arching her body further against his.

"Wanting you," he continued, nuzzling the back of her neck, taking in her scent. "Needing you," he whispered pressing his hips against her backside.

"Dyson," she hesitated.

"Turn around, Kenzi." He commanded quietly, grinding his body into hers. "I want to see your face."

She whimpered quietly, feeling his jeans rub against her, pulling her skirt up further so that she could clearly feel the jean clad erection sliding smoothly against her. She could tell without looking that he did not lack in the junk department. Was this really happening? She felt the hand on her stomach slide lower until it rested on the top to her skirt. Heat pulsed from him, mimicking the heat she felt building in her as well. Her nipples were painfully hard, sensitive against the scratchy lace between them. Her core felt swollen and wet, clit throbbing more with each rub of his hips against her, and she was sure that he could smell her reaction to him.

He shifted his legs to the side of her body so that she was free to turn around and face him. And she knew without a doubt that if she rolled over, there would be no stopping tonight.

But she couldn't.

Not for something as fleeting as sex. The risks were not worth one night of sex, regardless of how hot it would be. Images of them pressed together in ecstasy came to mind. Rolling around in bed, the muscles in his back clenching as he thrust above her. Her hands pressed against his chest as she rode him, head thrown back. Their chests pressed together as they sat facing each other, him thrusting up into her, rocking her hips against him, grinding tightly. His head buried between her legs, her fingers clenched in his curls. Or her favorite; her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked his cock, dragging her lips back up to suck lightly on his head, teeth lightly grazing the sensitive underside, before taking him in deep, swallowing around him as he lost control.

"Kenzi," he growled in warning, pushing her further against his body, his hand slipping inside the band to her skirt, resting just inches from her core. "I want to see you when you come," he purred seductively.

And she nearly did. She hormones surged. Every inch of her skin tingling from his touch and his dirty words. But she also felt torn, her body and mind warring with each other. She looked at his hand, the scraped knuckles, and no doubt from punching his bag bare-fisted. The light hair dusting along the wrist and following up his arms. She thought of the strength in those hands, the gentleness he exhibited. She thought about what it would feel like to lace her fingers between hers, and never getting the chance to find out if their hands fit together and knew she had to end this situation now, before they screwed things up between them over a one night stand.

She quickly concentrated on the wall between realms and felt a burn begin in her stomach, a heavy sensation spreading outward quickly. Her head felt lighter somehow, disconnected from her body, heart rate slowing drastically. Her lungs felt like fire, and she had trouble drawing a breath. She gasped Dyson's name as the color faded from her eyes. And then she fell into darkness.

"What. The. Fae."

Kenzi stared at the scene in front of her in shock. She stood just feet away from the couch in Dyson's loft staring at, well…Dyson.

He was in the same position she had left him moments ago, crouched over her, hand in her skirt, entire body pressed against her, his erection pressed against her intimately…

Only now he was hovering over thin air. When the darkness receded from her eyes, Dyson was frozen in time and all of the color had been leached from the room, as if she were watching a black and white movie. The clock on the wall was frozen in time as well.

Tick.

Or not.

A second. That is all that had passed in the maybe thirty seconds that she had stood there.

And now she had noticed it; Dyson had moved a fraction as well, his head shifted towards where she now stood, his body had shifted a fraction higher as well. As if he understood that Kenzi had somehow disappeared.

She looked around the loft, moving in a slow circle. The shadows were more pronounced, and she felt a cold draft moving about the room, and a chill ran up her spine. Someone was watching her. She knew it with every pretty hair on her head.

The Shadow Realm.

She was here.

"Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap."

Kenzi paced in front of Dyson, his body had moved slightly again, in a crouching position only half-way off of the couch. Minutes had past and Kenzi was no closer to crossing back over.

Not only that, but something was in the room with her. She knew it, could sense it each time it glided past her. It raised the hair on her arms, the back of her neck.

"Listen fae-hole, I am not dinner!" She yelled. "Aint no wifey either. So just back off and I'll cross back over and give you the place to yourself. Capisce?"

Movement to Kenzi's left drew her attention to a shadow in the corner of the loft. Something was off about it though. It was unnaturally dark, even for this realm. Then it started creeping towards her, and she realized this was the thing stalking her. She just didn't know why. Considering all that Dyson had warned her of this realm though, chances are it wasn't Casper the Friendly Ghost.

"Oh no you don't. Not this chica, buddy!"

She focus on the breathing technique Dyson had taught her; eyes open this time though, focused entirely on the shadow-thing gaining speed. She cleared her mind of all thoughts except of the barrier between realms thinning.

Nothing was happening. She didn't feel any different. And she was out of time, with no chance of back-up.

Think, think, think.

Nothing had happened any times before. It wasn't until she was with Dyson that she had been able to cross over. What had been different then?

She glanced over at Dyson quickly. Her mind had been anything but cleared when she crossed over. In fact, she had been thinking that she couldn't lose Dyson over sex.

She thought of him now, getting back over to him, of losing him.

A gust of air blew on her neck just before her throat constricted painfully. She was out of time. She clawed at her throat, feeling nothing but skin, and yet she could feel the impressions of fingers around her neck. An icy pain spread out from her throat to her chest and arms, spreading fast even as she gasped for air.

Desperately she looked over at Dyson, and knew that she couldn't go down without a fight.

She thought imagined herself walking up to the wall of a bubble and bursting through, until she reached the other side.

Her lungs burned, darkness creeping around the edges of her eyes and her stomach cramped. As the darkness took over her senses she could only hope that this was the other side she was crossing back over to, and not some shitty afterlife.

And then she fell straight through the floor into a pool of darkness.

"Kenzi!"

Dyson caught her as she fell.

One moment he was purring in her ear, two seconds away from pushing up her skirt and devouring her whole, and the next she had disappeared from underneath him, only to appear about ten feet away with blue lips and frost on her hair.

He was off the couch with Kenzi in his arms before she hit the ground.

"Kenzi, Kenz," he shook her lightly, watching her eyes flutter.

He scooped her up in his arms and sat on the couch, Kenzi cradled on his lap. He quickly pulled the blanket off of the back of the couch and pulled it around her, rubbing up and down her arms to create heat.

"Dyson," she muttered stirring.

"A mhuirnín, I'm here."

"C-co-cold." She chattered.

"I know, give it a minute." He rubbed up and down her arms before pulling her hands from under the blanket and checking her fingers. No frostbite. He picked up Kenzi and set her down next to him before checking her toes too. No frostbite there either. In fact, her feet weren't even that cold.

A heavy cough brought Dyson's attention back to Kenzi's face. She had a hand rubbing her neck and the other covering her mouth.

He pulled her hand from her neck and saw the angry red marks on her neck; in the shape of a hand.

"Slow breaths, Kenzi. Slow," he rubbed along her back soothingly.

She eased back on the couch once her coughing fit passed and brought her knees up under her chin and wrapped her arms around her knees.

"What happened, Kenzi?"

Dyson pulled Kenzi into his arms to lean against him. For heat, of course. She sighed softly, which triggered another small cough.

"Looks like I mastered that whole realm jumping thing after all."

Dyson raised his eyebrow. "You crossed over?"

"Yeah." A wave of lethargy passed over her and she leaned her head against Dyson with a yawn. "It was weird, it was the same as this realm but bleached of color, everything was black and white. And it was…windy. Inside your loft. And cold. Like I said, weird!"

Dyson was bursting with questions, but he could see the exhaustion on Kenzi's face. She fought to keep her eyes open.

"And the marks on your neck?" He asked quietly, gently rubbing the side of her neck.

"Oh, a ghost tried to pop my head off my shoulders."

"Oh, is that all?"

"Mm, and turn me into a popsicle." She mumbled.

"What flavor?" He asked seriously, making her giggle and look at him finally.

"Tahitian Sunrise."

"My favorite," he commented.

She smiled sleepily. "Me too."

He rubbed her arms again. "Tired?" When she nodded he gently got up off of the couch and pulled her into his arms. "Let's get you to bed. You're staying here tonight."

"Mm," she hummed. "Bed." She glanced over at his rumpled sheets and frowned, her drowsiness fading slight. "Wait... Bo."

"What was that?"

She sighed and glanced up at him. "Bo," she said again. "She'll wonder where I am if I don't come home."

"I'll let her know you were too tired to come home after our practice."

He continued on towards the bed and set her down gently on the end of the bed so that she was seated facing him.

"You don't think she'll be suspicious?" She worried.

Dyson turned away from her, running his hands through his hair in frustration. He took a deep breath to calm himself. He wanted to growl, howl, yell. Anything to relieve this tension bubbling under his chest. Why couldn't she see that for once, this had nothing to do with Bo? This was about them, their feelings and no one else's?

Turning to face her once more, Dyson saw the anxiety in her eyes and forced himself to settle. Because this was Kenzi, and she wouldn't be Kenzi if she didn't put everyone else's happiness before her own.

"You're tired. You're sore," he said, matter-of-fact. "What's there to be suspicious of? She knows how hard you've been working."

Case closed, Kenzi thought, watching the setting of his shoulders.

He reached over to his dresser and grabbed a t-shirt and an old pair of boxers for her. Walking over to her, he kneeled before and set them on her lap.

"Do you need a hand?"

She hesitated, and he understood, "I'll just keep my back turned then."

He walked over to his dresser and rummaged around before he found an old pair of sweats. He normally didn't sleep in anything but considering her reaction to his offer of help, he didn't think Kenzi was ready to see him in all of his glory quite yet.

Keeping his back to her, he pulled off his t-shirt before unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them off. He heard the moment Kenzi realized he was standing naked in front of her. Sparing her, he quickly pulled on his sweats.

"Decent?"

She cleared her throat before answering. "All good D-Man."

She stood by the end of the bed fidgeting nervously. As tired as she was, she wasn't sure that sharing a bed with Dyson so soon after they had nearly humped like two rabbits, was such a good idea. Not with her in only a t-shirt and boxers and Dyson in sweatpants with nothing underneath.

Seeing her struggle Dyson pulled back the covers and settled in. He pulled the covers down on her side and opened his arms. "Come on, I won't bite."

Against her wishes a smile spread across her lips. She tugged nervously on the hem of the shirt engulfing her small frame and shuffled over, sliding into the cool sheets.

She meant to keep a respectful distance but Dyson's strong arms immediately enveloped her in his warmth. With her back pressed against his warm chest, Kenzi fought back against another wave of lethargy. She fit perfectly there, tucked into his body. She let her arms rest on top of his, holding her close to his body. He smells like the forest in the summer, she thought sleepily.

"Should we talk about before?" Dyson purred against her, his words surrounding her like warm honey.

"Yeah, definitely." She murmured as she slipped into a dreamless sleep.

Author's Note: A mhuirnín: My darling (Gaelic)

My grandparents call me this all the time. Hope you liked it! More to come soon! I'm on tumblr too if you'd like to follow me there! lillies-and-serenity