Disclaimer: I do not own Lost Girl, the plot is of my own imaginings, and any characters that are unfamiliar. (This is set AU of S3 episode 11—Lauren's job was not Fae related, and Bo's father has not yet gotten involved)

25 December, 2013

"Dyson," Kenzi whispered softly as she kneeled on all fours over Dyson's unconscious body. "Dyson, time to wake up," she popped the 'p' in excitement.

When the shifter didn't respond, Kenzi bounced lightly, trying to shake him awake. Kenzi wasn't exactly patient. She had waited long enough, now it was time to get drastic. Stealing from the room, Kenzi made her way to the kitchen wrapped up in one of Dyson's t-shirts. There wasn't a real need for a robe or for warm clothing, despite snow falling outside, the apartment was warm enough to mimic a spring day.

Normal girlfriends might make their boyfriends breakfast in bed, the usual eggs, toast, bacon, and a cup of coffee. Kenzi was not normal. Sure, Kenzi fully intended to make Dyson breakfast in bed, just not in the usual way. After a little searching, Kenzi had rustled up the correct ingredients and was ready to start on breakfast.

Kenzi sat across Dyson's lap hand braced against his lower stomach. Head tilted to the side, the young woman dipped her head and licked a circle around Dyson's belly-button. She grinned and kept lapping at his skin as she felt the muscles beneath the tanned skin flutter. Kenzi licked her lips, chocolate was delicious, Dyson was delicious, so it stood to reason that chocolate covered Dyson would be doubly delicious…and boy was Kenzi right.

She had painted swirls of chocolate all along Dyson's bare torso. Chocolate outline each curve and depression of his body. Kenzi nipped gently at Dyson's side, her tongue flat against his skin as she dragged the chocolate from his body and into her mouth. Slowly, as she cleaned Dyson's body, Kenzi move upwards, hips pressing down into the man beneath her. At his pectorals, Kenzi suckled lightly, moving upward to the lump in Dyson's throat. She purred against his adam's apple before moving up and pressing a chocolaty kiss to the man's lips.

She jumped a little when hands rose to her hips and tugged her more firmly against Dyson, his lips coming alive and mounting an offensive. Kenzi squealed as Dyson smiled against her lips and flipped them over, his weight bearing down on her and creating friction.

"Merry Christmas," Dyson breathed against her lips.

Kenzi hiccupped a breath, "That's my line."

"I think you've already had enough fun without me," Dyson chuckled lowly, "mm, and so sweet of you to bring me the fixings for breakfast."

Kenzi frowned even as she met Dyson for several more brief kisses, "Again, that was my idea."

"Great minds think alike," Dyson offered as he helped Kenzi frantically strip the t-shirt from her body. "No bra," he smiled dangerously, lowering his nose to the hollow between her breasts and inhaling her natural scent.

Cradled between her hips Dyson surged forward and caught Kenzi's lips with his, pulling her legs up and around his hips. Kenzi moaned her back arching as Dyson pressed against her.

"Hello," Kenzi gasped as Dyson's frenzied hands and lips seemed to cover every inch of her skin with tingles and fire.

Dyson traced a path from Kenzi's lips down to her navel and back up, momentarily nuzzling each pert nipple before pulling away and reaching for the chocolate. Kenzi took the opportunity to run her hands around Dyson's strong hips and across his strong back.

Finger dripping in chocolate, Dyson held it above Kenzi's pale skin, "Seems a little unfair that you ate without me."

"Sorry," Kenzi grinned unapologetically. "I tried to wake you, really, I did."

He chuckled and let his finger drop to her left breast, circling her nipple and leaving a trail of dark chocolate staining her skin. She shivered beneath him, her muscles clenching in anticipation.

"Dyson," his name was an affirmation on her lips.

He watched as he eyelids slid closed, her breathing became ragged and her body trembled under his touch. It was addictive, the power he had over her, what he could do to her. With a smile, Dyson traced Kenzi's already bruised lips with his chocolate covered finger. She arched her neck and eagerly suckled at his finger, curling her tongue around it and cleaning it of chocolate.

When his finger was returned to him, Dyson lowered his mouth to Kenzi's once more before he kissed along her jaw, her neck, the juncture of her shoulder, her breast… Kenzi moaned loudly as Dyson's hot mouth enveloped her flesh, tugging and sucking, playing her effortlessly. His ministrations continued downward, his fingers eventually hooking in the lace of her underwear and slipping them down as his mouth continued on its path.

Kenzi lifted her hips, reaching for Dyson even as he moved away from her slightly. Dyson had Kenzi on balancing on the edge of a knife, she was achingly close to losing it. Already her thoughts were slipping away to make room for much more pleasurable sensations.

With one last smug glance at her, Dyson bared Kenzi to him, hands running up and down her legs.

"Holy mother of a wolf," Kenzi breathed when her senses had returned. To be truthful, Kenzi was pretty sure she had passed out a little. Okay maybe a lot.

Panting, Dyson pushed himself up onto his elbows, and kissed Kenzi softly, sweetly on the lips. "You okay, Kenz?"

Kenzi curled her arms up and around Dyson's back, dragging him back down on top of her. "Perfect," she whispered, her voice weak. "Love you."

"I love you too," he hugged her close, pressing a kiss to her cheek and then the side of her neck.

She giggled as his beard grazed her oversensitive skin, "Don't start something you aren't going to finish."

"Who says I wouldn't finish," Dyson asked, twisting his hips a little just to prove his point. Kenzi moaned which turned to a grown quickly.

"You're going to kill me."

Dyson and Kenzi had been forced, after some lazy hours in bed, to actually solve the problem that happened to be their sticky skin. Kenzi had started to squirm beneath Dyson, not quite enjoying the sensation of their skin peeling apart.

The couple had spent a good chunk of time beneath the hot spray of water and getting wonderfully squeaky clean. Kenzi had particularly enjoyed Dyson's undivided attention as he washed her hair, massaging her scalp and neck. Kenzi had happily returned the favor as Dyson knelt to run his soapy hands down her stomach and legs.

It was a little weird, their whole relationship. It almost felt like Kenzi had stolen a Zonda and gone from oblivious to sixty in 2.6 seconds. The promise ring on Kenzi's finger glinted in the warm lights of the shower. She had sort of, mentally, freaked out about the whole thing. Kenzi had grown up knowing that she would probably marry young or not at all. After her father's death things had changed. Moving to America and then running away to Canada had changed her entire life plan. She had put aside most of her cultural values and tried to fit in with others her age.

Even after joining the Fae world, Kenzi had tried to date and be as normal as she could. It didn't work. She wasn't fully settled in either world, she straddled a line that didn't allow for the typical. Dyson had slammed into her and knocked her fully into the Fae world. He was determined and Kenzi was simply bowled over. She had gone from platonic supporter to girlfriend…a very serious girlfriend.

Luckily, if Kenzi was anything, she was adaptable. She could roll with the punches with the best of them. Of course, inevitably, she would probably have an epic freak out and likely attempt to run away back to Bo. For now, Kenzi was going to live in the happy moment. It was Christmas after all.

It was Christmas, so Kenzi sloughed off the water still clinging to her skin, turned off the faucet and slicked her hands through Dyson's hair.

"Come on," she urged him to his feet, "we can stay here all day."

"Really," Dyson pressed a kiss to Kenzi's lower stomach before rising. "I think if we tried we could."

"You're such a boy," Kenzi cried out, smacking the wolf's broad shoulder in laughter.

It took some effort to actually get dressed, Dyson wasn't exactly being helpful. He was actually being quite unhelpful. It seemed as though every step forward was a step back, Kenzi's clothes thrown askew and Kenzi herself dropped more than once on the bed.

"Ridiculous," she yelped as she tugged her shirt right again, twisting and spinning to escape Dyson's grasp.

He stumbled, lunging after Kenzi, "Kenz!"

Her feet pattered across the wood floor, skittering down the stairs. Dyson followed quickly, not ready to let the game go, he was having too much fun. He caught her in the living room, tackling her to the couch, rolling her so he didn't crush her under his weight.

"Dyson," she groaned. "You're acting like a giant puppy!"

"Am I," he asked.

Kenzi didn't wait for his next move, she rolled off of him and dodged to the tree, picked up a present she had wrapped and tossed it at the man on the couch. He caught the box and shook it gently, playfully grinning at Kenzi.

"Is it a bone," he asked.

"Yeah," Kenzi mocked, "I got you a bone. Just open it."

Dyson ripped into the gold and silver paper, eyes locked on Kenzi. From the box and beneath tissue paper there was a cobalt blue tie curled into a roll surrounded by a rustic brown leather belt. Dyson slipped the tie out of the box and let it unfurl only to find that the underside of the tie had a small pocket made for a knife."

"Thank you, Kenz," he rose from the couch and pecked her lightly on the lips. "Your turn," he grinned picking up a box he had tucked near the back.

He set it in her hands with an odd sense of delicacy, "What is it?"

"You have to open it to find out," Dyson teased.

With one hand Kenzi popped the tape open and pulled the white cardboard lid up. Inside Kenzi spied something silver, something large and silver and curved. Careful fingers nudged delicate paper aside to unearth a silver bell etched with designs, predominantly hearts. "Is this so you'll come when I call?"

Dyson shook his head, "Not quite, another old tradition. It sits on the mantle, and during an argument, a ring of the bell ends it, without fault on either side."

Kenzi giggled and reached up and curled one hand around Dyson's neck, "Is this your get out of jail free card?"

Dyson bridged the gap between them, "Only a little," he whispered across her lips.

Kenzi spun in his arms, and stepped to the mantle setting the delicate silver bell on the bare surface. It was the centerpiece in more ways than one.

Dyson watched Kenzi as he flicked the stereo on lowered the lights, it was a snowy day, a little dark, but the light of the tree was all that was needed. A strong arm slipped around Kenzi's hips and tugged her backward, holding her close he began to sway gently. Kenzi covered his arm with hers, and matched her movements with his.

Kenzi slid around to face Dyson, "Are you asking me to dance?"

He tipped his head down to rest on the top of her head, one hand on the small of her back the other reaching to find her free hand. "Are you free," Dyson asked quietly.

Kenzi let Dyson pull their linked hands up to rest on his chest, her free hand braced on his shoulder. Slow dancing in the light of the Christmas tree. It was really, rather, sort of nice. It was very ordinary…domestic, even. Kenzi let her cheek rest on Dyson's chest as they swayed.

With a peaceful smile, Kenzi glanced upward, "Are you asking?"

"Always," was Dyson's only response. "Always."

"The conception of two people living together for twenty-five years without having a cross word suggests a lack of spirit only to be admired in sheep."
-Alan Patrick Herbert

A/N: This is the end, my friends. It seems so short and yet it feels so very long since this all started. I thank everyone who has read and especially those who have reviewed. Merry Christmas all, goodnight.