"D-man."

Soft breathing. Steady rise and fall of leanly muscled chest.

"Dyson."

Soft snuffle. Belly scratch. Resumed peaceful sleeping.

"Dy-son."

Kenzi growled. Then she smirked. Queue heavy impact and loud scream.

"DYSON!"

A great deal of flailing, cursing, and waking up. Kenzi doubled over laughing.

"What the hell, Kenz?"

"Wakey, wakey Wolf-man."

"You do know it's my day off?"

"Yup!"

"And that it's six in the morning?"

"Mhmm."

"And that this is my loft? Wait, how did even you get in here?"

"Because I'm awesome like that!"

Dyson sits all the way up, the sheets pooling around his waist and a glare firmly fixed in place.

"Kenzi."

It is a statement, a question, a warning, and a demand: all at once. Dyson had talent.

"Ok, look, don't shoot the messenger. I happened to overhear a certain something and figured you'd want to know, like, a-to-the-sap. So, being the loveable, helpful person that I am I ran my fine rear-end over here."

Dyson sighed and closed his eyes, rubbing a hand over his face.

"Fine, just let me put some pants on."

"Hey, no complaints over here!"

Dyson rolled his eyes, but he slid to the edge of the bed and grabbed the nearest pair of pants; pulling them up as he stood. Kenzi pouted a little, then grinned and bounced over to the coffee press.

"You have far too much energy for a little human this early in the morning."

"Nah, I just drank a lot of coffee."

"Oh, joy."

He braced himself against the edge of the counter and watched the petite, young woman dance around his kitchen.

"So, what was this urgent news?"

A/N: Just a little aside. If you do decide to use something I've posted for your inspiration, tell me. I'd love to read it. Or, if you don't have one, Beta for you.