Fighting Ice with Fire - T - Kenzi/Dyson - OneShot [2/2]
Title: Fighting Ice with Fire
Category: Lost Girl
Genre: Drama/Romance
Ship: Dyson/Kenzi
Rating: Teen/PG-13
Prompt(s): "Could you write something with Kenzi and Dyson after she was kidnapped from the kitsune and he thought he'd killed her?" and "prompt: kenzi is dyson's mate, not bo." and "kenzi/dyson - fire" - from Anonymous on Tumblr.
Spoiler(s): 3x06 - The Kenzi Scale
Word Count: 7,351
Summary: post-The Kenzi Scale. Dyson and Kenzi have some things to sort out, like why killing the fae who was masquerading as her hurt so much, and the feelings they have for one another that run a whole lot deeper than friendship.
[Previous.]
Whoa! Wrong, wrong, wrong! This was so not how she'd planned on assuaging his guilt over killing non-Kenzi. And this was not how she kept her distance from already collared puppies. He was Bo's! Not hers. And she needed to remember that. Even if what he was doing felt really, really good.
His wolf junk, still safely tucked in his jeans, had made itself known, and was currently rubbing against some very interested lady-parts. But said lady-parts' owner had to put a stop to it, even if the quick twist of his hips was hitting a particularly nice spot.
Her hands gripped his shoulders, squeezed, and then tried to shove him off.
"Dyson," she said, only it wasn't a reprimand so much as a breathy encouragement. If she'd been less horny - bad Kenzi - she might've rolled her eyes at herself. Only Dyson's mouth was pressing wet kisses down the V of her tank-top and if she didn't stop him soon, he was going to be meeting the girls. And then any self-control she had would be flying out the window.
"Dyson, stop!" she ordered, reaching a hand down and covering his mouth.
He did, but then glared up at her and nipped at the soft flesh of her palm.
"Ow! Hey!" She frowned. "If you go Old Yeller on me, I will not hesitate to put a bitch down!"
He sighed, resting his elbows on the bed, and raised an eyebrow at her. "Why are we stopping?" he grumbled.
"Really?" Her eyes widened. "That's your question?" She scoffed. "How about 'why are we starting?' Or an 'oh, sorry Kenzi, I was overwhelmed with grief and I accidentally mauled you. Won't let it happen again! My bad!'"
He grinned slowly. "I didn't want to lie. I was hoping I would be doing it again." He rested his chin on her chest and not so subtly nuzzled the curve of her breast.
She flicked his forehead. "Did I miss a memo when I was locked in the cave?" she wondered. "'Cause last I checked, you still subscribed to succubus loving."
Amusement fading, he licked his lips, a move that drew Kenzi's attention, whether she wanted it to or not.
"I love Bo," he started.
And that was Kenzi's cue.
She wiggled, trying to get out from beneath him and away from the whole situation. As far as she was concerned, they could add this to the list already compiled of the Norn and Dyson's love, meaning it was something Bo didn't need to know about and Kenzi could pretend she had no hand in. But Dyson was considerably larger, stronger, and unwilling to let her leave it at that.
He pressed his hips down and she was trapped. Not exactly the worst place to be, especially since he was still raring to go, but she didn't appreciate having her control taken out of her hands.
"Get off," she growled at him, "or you're never gonna have puppies."
"Just wait," he asked, searching out her eyes, which she purposely forced away from his. She kept wiggling, shoving at his shoulders, and seriously considering biting or scratching.
"Kenzi," he grunted.
Her hand rose to take a swipe at him, but he caught it, and her other one too, pinning them both above her head.
"Listen to me!"
"Unless the next words out of your mouth are 'I'm sorry, this will never happen again, and we can both pretend it never happened,' then no!"
His jaw ticked. "I'm not going to say that."
"Then I'm not listening!"
"You can be such a child," he muttered.
She glared. "You're not helping your case."
"Kenzi, I'm not in love with Bo!"
She stopped struggling and very slowly let her head turn to face him, demanding answers.
"I… I love her, she's my friend, but it's not… She's not my mate," he finished, shaking his head. "And she's happy with Lauren, happier than I could ever make her. Her and I, we're not supposed to be together…"
"H-How? When did you…?" She shook her head, her eyes darting away, confused. "What!?"
"I had my suspicions since I got my love back, but… I wasn't sure until today."
She blinked up at him, overwhelmed by the information and still trying to put it all together.
"When I thought you were gone, I… I couldn't function." He shook his head, staring down at her searchingly.
Her brow furrowed. "But… I'm just human," she reminded. "Kickass to the extreme, sure, but you're… you. And I-"
"I was wrong," he interrupted. "You're one of the strongest, bravest people I know, fae or not. You're loyal to a fault, smarter than I ever gave you credit for, and a survivor above all else." He released her hands, dragging his fingertips down one of her wrists and following her arm to her shoulder before, finally, it was cupping behind her neck, his rough fingertips rubbing the nape and scratching lightly at her hair. "I know it's not perfect, but I want to be with you. I want to protect you and stand by you and hear you complain that I'm being an overbearing, possessive wolf. I… I want to love you, Kenzi."
"You-You think we should be together, like some fae/human hybrid thing..."
"'Relationship' sounds more flattering," he said, his lips twisted in a wry smile.
She ignored him. "You think I'm your mate," she whispered, her chest suddenly heavy, her head a little foggy.
His thumb rubbed the hinge of her jaw and down her chin. "I know you are," he said seriously.
She shook her head, swallowing tightly, and the humor she usually used to defuse a tense situation fled her. Her heart was banging hard in her chest, but she wasn't sure if that was fear, anticipation, hope, or some weird combination of all of the above. "Dyson, I… I'm not-"
He kissed her. It wasn't like the previous one, heady with passion and want and need. It was soft and sweet and he suckled her bottom lip, his teeth very lightly nibbling, and she shivered. Not from cold, not from discomfort or uncertainty, but because a low heat had started to build inside her. The pressure in her chest unfurled and, with it, awareness, comfort, and familiarity flowed through her. Heat filled her to the brim, but it was controlled. Not like those fires her cousin Pavel used to set when they were younger, consuming everything in their path. This was like a flame that lived inside her, looking for a wick, a specific something, to catch fire with it.
She drew her hands down and buried them in his hair, stroking down his neck, one after the other, scrubbing at his skin and behind his ears. He hummed, a pleased growl escaping him and vibrating through her mouth while he slid his hands under her shoulders and lifted her up, bringing her closer. Their lips slanted together, noses rubbing, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, squeezing.
"Tell me you feel that," he panted, nipping her bottom lip. "That heat, Kenz, like a fire licking at you from the inside out. Searching for something, trying to connect…" He nuzzled her nose and pressed his forehead to hers. "You are my mate."
"Ugh, this so wasn't part of the birds and bees talk… Where's the wolf mate 101 talk, huh? Nobody prepared me for this! I… I thought you were Bo's! You were off limits!" She clapped her hands on his shoulders, her brow knit. "I'm-I'm the sidekick here, D-man. You don't fall for the sidekick! You're supposed to follow the hero guidebook and be the knight in shiny fur who falls for the hot, Amazonian succubus, not the quirky, human."
"Well, I'm not your average hero," he muttered. Kissing the two beauty marks just to the right of her lips, he added, "And you're not the average human."
"The Kenz is special," she admitted.
He laughed, a deep rumble echoing from his chest. "Does that mean 'The Kenz' is going to give this wolf a chance?" He raised an eyebrow and drew his head back to look at her better, smiling sincerely down at her. "We don't have to jump into anything right away. We can take it slow; see how you feel about things…"
She frowned. "Wolves mate for life…"
He paused, but finally nodded.
"So whatever this is…" She motioned between them, "that means even if I don't hop on the furry train, you're stuck feeling this way."
"I would never pressure you to love me, or be with me, Kenzi… I just want a chance to show you that I'm worthy… That I would be a good mate to you."
"There's not a whole lot of convincing you need to do here. At least not on my end, but…" She shook her head, her eyes falling. "There's Bo to think about here, and-"
"Bo doesn't love me, and I don't love her, not like that."
"But she did love you, and there's a code between sisters, okay? I can't just-just hop into matehood, or whatever, just because I love you too. That's not how it works. I-"
"You love me?" he interrupted.
"For the love of fae, can a girl finish a sentence?" she exclaimed.
He grinned. "You said you loved me."
She pursed her lips. "Pretty sure you totally missed my point."
He sighed, shaking his head. "Do you love me?"
She stared at the ceiling over his shoulder. "There is a possibility that I might feel something very close to love of the passionate variety for a wolf whose named rhymes with bison…" she allowed.
He didn't even bother hiding his grin. "Then we'll figure it out."
She looked over at him, her brow furrowed. "That's your plan? We'll 'figure it out'?" She scoffed, her eyes wide as she patted his shoulder mockingly. "Expert strategist you are not, wolf-boy."
He rolled his eyes. "I mean… that it'll come together. We'll find a way." He bent down and kissed the tip of her nose, rubbing a thumb over her cheek softly. "We love each other, Kenzi… the rest will follow."
"That's a pretty optimistic outlook considering the shitstorm our lives are usually in the middle of..." she mused, a brow arched skeptically.
"I'm a romantic," he said, lips twitching with amusement.
"Har, har." She patted his shoulder. "You're also heavy." She winced as she wiggled around. "Obviously this means I need to be on top."
His brows hiked as he slowly grinned suggestively.
"Hah, not tonight, but nice try." She wiggled her hips until he lifted himself up onto his knees. "We're going slow, remember? Like, arctic slow… Turtles, snails, and sloths slow!"
He nodded and moved over to lay next to her, on his side once more, his head braced on an upturned hand.
She watched him, turning over to mimic his position. "So…? Now what?"
"Now…" He laid back and slid his arm across her pillow to invite her closer. "We get some sleep."
She hesitated. "With all your clothes on?"
"I could lose some if you're okay with it."
She bit her lip, weighing her options between comfort and self-control. "Maybe just the pants… the denim's kinda rough," she finally said.
He gave a short nod before rolling up out of bed. Kenzi watched, perching her chin on her hand as he stripped his jeans down off his hips and folded them over, putting them on top of her dresser.
She bit the corner of her thumb and said, "Mm, maybe the shirt too." Her eyes sparkled up at him with feigned innocence as she watched him roll it up and off, the play of muscles rolling for her perusal as his undershirt slid up to show off hard, smooth skin. She swallowed dryly. Dyson in just his undershirt and underwear suddenly seemed like too much temptation.
But then her stomach grumbled, and the sexual tension was broken with an amused laugh.
He raised an eyebrow at her and she felt just shy of blushing. "What? Three days of starvation makes a girl hungry!"
His amusement faded with the reminder of her captivity and she almost wanted it to go back to before, where the only thing on his mind was having her in the here and now. She was pleasantly surprised when he simply cupped her head in his large hands, fingers tangled in her hair, and kissed her forehead. "Cereal?" he asked.
"The more sugar, the better," she answered happily.
He nodded, and she watched him walk away in all of his half-naked, tall, muscled glory. When he was out of sight, she sighed, dropping her face down to her mattress, banging her forehead against it. Much as Dyson's idea appealed to her, Kenzi knew it wouldn't be as easy as simply hoping everybody would be so happy they ignored the past. Dyson and Bo had been together, they'd loved each other, and he'd eventually broken her heart. Sure, Bo was super happy with the Doc, but that didn't mean she was totally and completely over Dyson… Right? And anyway, it was against the code. Then again, so was making out with said friend's ex, and she didn't imagine sleeping with him, even if it was the innocent variety, was exactly encouraged either.
Her uncertainty came back quick and harsh. If Dyson had thought Bo was his mate once upon a time, only to find out that wasn't true, what's to say he wasn't just confusing his fear of her dying with the call of his mate? What if in a week or a month or a year he suddenly realized that nope, Kenzi wasn't it for him, and by then, she'd already be totally gone over him. Hell, she was already half way there, and that was before they'd even kissed! Now… Now she had this feeling in her gut, this hunger gnawing at the underside of her heart, a heat spreading under her skin, and an awareness prickling at her senses. She wanted Dyson, she had for a while. And she did love him. She loved him in ways she shouldn't, that weren't right, that went totally beyond friendship and what would be appropriate for her bestie's ex. She was in love with Dyson, and it didn't matter that she'd tried so hard to pretend she wasn't or that it was wrong, because now it was there, out in the open, and she wasn't sure she could stuff it back in.
Tears pricked at her eyes, so she closed them, squeezed them shut, and willed them away.
"Kenz?" The bed sloped toward his weight once more.
She opened her eyes and blinked quickly. "H-Hey." She pushed to sit up and reached for the bowl. "Hope you know Kenzi doesn't share, Balto."
He let her take it and simply watched for a moment. "Are you okay?"
"Fine. Better than fine. I'm super!" she exaggerated, stuffing a large spoonful of colorful cereal into her mouth. "This is delish; you should pour yourself a bowl…"
He laid down on her bed, taking up half of it easily, pillowing his head with his arm, and watched as she stared contemplatively down into her bowl, stirring her cereal and frowning to herself.
He waited, letting her figure out what she was thinking, showing more patience than Kenzi could say she'd show in his position, before finally, she wondered, "How'd you not know…?" She chewed her lip. "If I'm your mate like you think, then how did you not figure out that it wasn't me?"
"Honestly…" he blew out a heavy breath. "I think it was wishful thinking."
Her brow furrowed as she turned to look at him, confused.
"The way you were with me, you were… affectionate. I-I liked it. I liked having you close, having you rely on me…" He shook his head. "It felt good to hold you. And I guess I… I didn't want to question it, I didn't want it not to be real, and I didn't want to go back to keeping my distance. So I convinced myself that you really were scared of Bo and you just needed my help."
Her eyes fell again. Because she'd wanted that, she'd wanted to be close to him, but friendship had boundaries and she'd respected those as much as she could. She was still her, though, so she crossed them sometimes. Her friendship with Dyson had gotten progressively more comfortable over the years, so hugging him, touching him, wasn't out of the ordinary. Climbing into bed with him though, that was new. So far, from her experience, not a bad new. And really, his reasoning did put her fears to rest a little. At least the fears she'd had prior to finding out he thought she was his mate. Back when she was just hurt that her friends, the people she loved and trusted, didn't realize they were being duped in Attack of the Kenzi Clone. But those weren't her only fears now; no, a whole new crop had sprung up.
"Kenzi?"
"It makes me a bad friend… wanting to be with you," she finally admitted, grinding her teeth. "And Bo doesn't deserve that. She-She's my best friend, Dyson. She's my sister."
"I'm not saying Bo won't be upset... I just think that, eventually, she'd be okay with it. She'd care more about you being happy."
"It shouldn't come at her expense though…" Her shoulders slumped; she gave up on her half-eaten cereal, and put it on her bedside table, before turning to face him, her knees pulled up to her chest, hands wrapped around her ankles. "Dyson, we can't-"
His hand covered one of hers, squeezing her fingers, and she stopped herself, her voice caught in her throat. "Come here…"
She looked up, staring at him with wide, unsure eyes for a moment, before finally turning over to lay beside him once more, head balanced on his shoulder, tucked under his chin. She drew circles on his chest absently, a figure-eight over his heart.
"Your loyalty is one of the things I love most about you…" He ran his fingers through her hair gently. "I won't ask you to change that. I don't want you to." He rubbed his chin against her head affectionately. "We're not doing anything wrong here. I understand that you're not sure, that it feels like betrayal for you… So why don't we talk to Bo? If she gives you the green light, then we're fine, and if she doesn't…" He paused, struggled for a moment, and she felt his chest deflate underneath her. "Then I'll leave you alone."
She stopped, her hand stilled, and her heart seemed to freeze in her chest. "We… We'll still be friends though, right? You'll… still be around, right D-man?" She laughed, but it cracked, worried.
"I couldn't bear to be away from you too long even if I wanted to," he assured. "I'll just… I'll learn to keep my distance."
Kenzi blinked as tears burned and blurred her eyes. "This is hard," she breathed, scratching her fingers over his chest. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do."
"Whatever makes you happy." He brushed her hair back from her face. "That's all I care about."
She balled her hand into a fist and punched him in the shoulder. "Self-sacrificing a-hole," she complained.
He chuckled lightly and hugged her tighter.
Sighing, she twined her legs with his and rubbed her face down against his chest, inhaling deeply, breathing in his scent. Calm washed over her and she closed her eyes, feeling tired once more. "We'll talk to Bo," she decided. "First thing tomorrow."
"Okay."
"We'll just have to be super convincing," she murmured. "Maybe we should bring the doc along, get her to distract Bo so she's easy pickings."
He stilled, hopeful. "You think that'd work?"
She shrugged. "Can't hurt to try."
He nodded thoughtfully.
"It's not that I don't wanna be with you, 'cause I do, a lot. I just… I think we should be careful. It's not just Bo, even if she's a big part of it. But we're not even sure, right? I mean, maybe you're still valkyrie-blitzed or it's like, leftover feels from when you offed Inara-"
His arm squeezed around her. "I started feeling this long before then, I just… I didn't know how deeply until everything with Inara."
"Right, so maybe it's not a mate-bond, y'know? Maybe it's just the natural Kenzi allure… And then, maybe it's not as important to risk everything, right?" She swallowed tightly, gripping the fabric of his shirt tight so she wouldn't wave her hand around as she felt herself on the verge of babbling. "'Cause that means you've still got some hot, fae mate out there, waiting for your wolf mojo, and I… I don't want to be the dumb human standing on the sidelines, playing the martyr card by letting you go so you can be happy. Even if we're not mates, I'm gonna be head over six-inch heels in love with you, and that's going to seriously hurt. So I just think we should be smart about this and not put all your eggs in one gothed up, human basket, y'know?"
"Kenzi?"
She turned her head, her eyes seeking his out hesitantly. "Yeah?"
He bent his head and kissed her, long and deep, until she was dizzy with it, and seriously reconsidering the turtle-slow limitation she'd put on them. When he drew back, she was breathless, her lips bruised, and her eyes a little hazy.
"I'm in love with you," he said simply. "I'm going to be in love with you tomorrow." He kissed the corner of her lips. "And next week." Her chin. "And next month." Her neck. "And next year." Her shoulder. "You're stuck with me."
"There are worse fates…" she murmured absently, focused entirely on his lips moving down her arm. "That's not very sloth-like…"
He grinned, lightly biting her skin, and finally laid back again. "We'll figure it out tomorrow."
"Right." She nodded, hugging him close and telling her hormones to stop wigging out. This was so not the time! She had to execute all of her self-control, so everybody needed to keep it in their pants. Never mind that Dyson kissed her like nobody ever had before him, like she was cherished and desired and always would be. Or that he felt the same way about her that she did him, which she'd never really expected 'cause, hello, sidekick never gets the hero. Or that it might not just be the ordinary, garden variety kind of love but like, an epic, forever kind of mating bond love. That all had to go on the backburner for now.
He reached over to turn the lamp out before sinking lower in her bed, tucking the blanket in around her, his hands smoothing over her shoulders and down her arm, warm and callused and strong. She shivered, biting her lip.
"Cold?"
She shook her head. She was warm from head to toe, nice and toasty. She rubbed her toes against his leg and closed her eyes. The warmth wasn't just coming off of Dyson, but from inside of her. A flickering flame reaching out to his wick, desperate to light it.
Tomorrow, she promised.
If all went well and Bo trusted her, if she was truly ready to move on with the Doc and leave Dyson behind her, then Kenzi would let it happen. She'd let herself be happy, let herself love Dyson, and she wouldn't bottle it all up and pack it away.
One of his hands slid gently up her spine, his fingers gently stroking the nape of her neck soothingly, while the other covered hers on his chest, tracing in and out of her knuckles and down the lengths of her fingers until the muscles relaxed and she wasn't clutching him anymore, but resting easily, safe and comfortable and finally content.
The icy hold Inara's cave on her melted away and the lonely distance she'd considered putting between her and Dyson was now an unwanted memory. Maybe it wouldn't be easy and maybe Bo wouldn't be okay with it. Maybe Dyson would have to remain a friend and she'd return to her single, sidekick status. Maybe, down the road, Dyson would meet his real mate, in a gorgeous fae that made Kenzi look pathetic in comparison. Or, maybe, Bo would understand and support them, Kenzi would stop pretending she didn't have it bad for wolf-man from the get-go, and Dyson would be happy with his little, human mate, quirky as she was. Just maybe.
[End.]
Author's Note: So, this is my first Kenzi/Dyson fic. It was supposed to be short but you'll find it rarely is when that's my aim. I hope you liked it and that it was in-character. I do have another, multi-chapter Kenzi/Dyson fic in the planning stages, so I'd love some feedback.
Thanks for reading!
-Lee
~Fina~