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Title: Duality's a Bitch (Being a Werewolf Just Makes it Worse)
Author: mad_jaks
Character(s): Dyson
Rating: PG
Prompt: consci_fan_mo: crevanfox wanted Lost Girl; Dyson; wolf
Spoilers: Vague as possible for Episode 3: Oh Kappa, My Kappa.
Summary: Trick has a point, that doesn't mean that any part of Dyson has to be happy about it.
Beta: rustydog and donutsweeper. They don't know the show but they still manage to whip me into shape.
Words: 280
Disclaimer: Not mine - making no money
Authors Note: A teeny tiny snippet of something, because I *really* liked the prompt.
In brief, because Lost Girl is an unknown fandom for pretty much everyone, Dyson's a werewolf and a cop, Trick can be kind of bossy, and Bo is a succubus (but she only just found that out).
Duality's a Bitch (Being a Werewolf Just Makes it Worse)
When Trick tells him to back off, distance himself from Bo, it's the wolf inside Dyson that reacts quickest: who snarls, “What am I, some kind of pet to be ordered about?”
It's not like he wants to rip Trick's throat out. Not after that first split second anyway. But that's only because, fortunately for Trick, the rational parts of Dyson's psyche - the parts that make the werewolf a cop who is actually good at his job - can see Trick's point:
He's only known her a few days, but being around Bo, knowing what he knows, is tough enough already. He really doesn't need the complication of being emotionally involved with her adding to his problems. Maybe if this had all happened when she was younger? Maybe if she wasn't so headstrong? Maybe&mdash? Truth is, there are a hell of a lot of maybes about her and only one concrete fact: she's way too volatile in her current state for him to risk everything to satisfy his libido no matter how good she is in bed, and given that she's a succubus, that's very good indeed. Yet she doesn't need to touch him for him to want her. Doesn't have to work her mojo on him. Doesn't even have to be in the same room-
He can taste her on his lips from their last kiss, moments ago in the bar, and beneath the layers of leather and cotton he's wearing her scent still clings to his skin, hours after he washed their drying sweat from his body. The smell alone is enough to make the wolf lower its hackles and sink to the floor whining softly, nose down, ears twitching.
Author: mad_jaks
Character(s): Dyson
Rating: PG
Prompt: consci_fan_mo: crevanfox wanted Lost Girl; Dyson; wolf
Spoilers: Vague as possible for Episode 3: Oh Kappa, My Kappa.
Summary: Trick has a point, that doesn't mean that any part of Dyson has to be happy about it.
Beta: rustydog and donutsweeper. They don't know the show but they still manage to whip me into shape.
Words: 280
Disclaimer: Not mine - making no money
Authors Note: A teeny tiny snippet of something, because I *really* liked the prompt.
In brief, because Lost Girl is an unknown fandom for pretty much everyone, Dyson's a werewolf and a cop, Trick can be kind of bossy, and Bo is a succubus (but she only just found that out).
Duality's a Bitch (Being a Werewolf Just Makes it Worse)
When Trick tells him to back off, distance himself from Bo, it's the wolf inside Dyson that reacts quickest: who snarls, “What am I, some kind of pet to be ordered about?”
It's not like he wants to rip Trick's throat out. Not after that first split second anyway. But that's only because, fortunately for Trick, the rational parts of Dyson's psyche - the parts that make the werewolf a cop who is actually good at his job - can see Trick's point:
He's only known her a few days, but being around Bo, knowing what he knows, is tough enough already. He really doesn't need the complication of being emotionally involved with her adding to his problems. Maybe if this had all happened when she was younger? Maybe if she wasn't so headstrong? Maybe&mdash? Truth is, there are a hell of a lot of maybes about her and only one concrete fact: she's way too volatile in her current state for him to risk everything to satisfy his libido no matter how good she is in bed, and given that she's a succubus, that's very good indeed. Yet she doesn't need to touch him for him to want her. Doesn't have to work her mojo on him. Doesn't even have to be in the same room-
He can taste her on his lips from their last kiss, moments ago in the bar, and beneath the layers of leather and cotton he's wearing her scent still clings to his skin, hours after he washed their drying sweat from his body. The smell alone is enough to make the wolf lower its hackles and sink to the floor whining softly, nose down, ears twitching.