At the bar Trick delivered to Kenzi a shot of his special vodka. On special nights, such as tonight celebrating the end of a case, Trick only gave her the top shelf stuff. She was sitting there, at the bar, rocking the stool back and forwards as she watched Dyson from the corner of her eye, as he played Hale in a game of pool. Dyson was winning as usual when he played anyone but Kenz. She could hold her own against him.
When would Hale learn that he just couldn't win unless Dyson was supremely drunk or hugely distracted? In both cases, this only happened if Bo and Kenzi were on a case or Kenzi was wearing a very short skirt. They weren't currently working a case, they closed the last one a couple of days ago and Kenzi wasn't wearing a short skirt tonight.
She saw Dyson open his phone and type in a message. Kenzi flipped her phone out and waited for the beep that told her a message was there.
Dyson: I want you to ride me like you're riding that barstool.
Kenzi blushed deep, deep red and her eyes swept to Dyson's fine form, leaning against the pool table. He raised that very eloquent eyebrow at her.
"You ok Kenz?" Trick asked as he saw the flush of her face. "You seem very flushed. You're not sick are you?" He placed a gentle hand on her forehead, feeling for a fever.
Kenzi could hear a low rumble coming from the pool table's direction. Dyson wasn't happy with anyone, even Trick, touching her. It was getting harder and harder to hide what was going on between them. She waved her hand in the air to calm both Dyson and Trick.
Dyson was at her elbow before she knew what was happening. "Too much to drink human? I'd better take you home, before you create more trouble than you can handle." Dyson pulled her from the seat and pushed her towards the door of the Dal.
"Well you know I can handle more trouble than most fae can and drink more of Trick's top shelf than they can as well, so you can just let me go." Kenzi tried to pull her arm from Dyson's grip but short of dislocating something he wasn't letting go.
Trick sighed "Dyson, I don't think she's drunk. She hasn't had that much. You know I keep an eye on her because of the last time. I think she's coming down with something, she seems to be rather flushed."
"No, I'm fine, all round. Not drunk, not sick!" Kenzi called out, while Dyson and Trick continued to ignore her and continue their argument regarding her sickness or state of inebriation.
The argument between all three of them continued even as Dyson was pushing her out the door and towards his car parked out the back of the Dal.
Later...
Kenzi fumbled for her phone in the dark.
Hale: Lil' Momma, Trick says you went home sick. You want some company?
Kenzi: All good Hale, tucked up warm in bed. G'night.
She quietly closed her phone. She didn't lie, exactly. She was tucked up in bed. Dyson had pulled her into his chest, his arms wrapped around her, keeping her warm, keeping her safe. She sighed deeply and snuggled down to sleep. Dyson tightened his grip on her and pulled her closer. He nuzzled her neck and drew a deep breathe, inhaling her scent.
Kenzi closed her eyes, to sleep, to dream, to love.