Disclaimer: I own nothing! If I did, I'd have Dyson handwashing my dishes naked right now.

This is set during episode 4x08. I will occasionally flash back to times set between the Third Season finale and 4x01.

This story came into my head when I kept seeing Kenzi's reaction to the crazy things Hale was saying. She just did NOT look like a woman who's world was being rocked. This is completely Denzi, with slight Kale. But Denzi is endgame. My OTP. It may take a bit to get deep into it, but it will get there, and it will be rated M for lemons when it does!

I may have smudged up the timeline of events during this episode to make it work in my favor. Sorry for any errors, no beta. I love you guys! Enjoy!
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Dyson gritted his teeth as Kenzi disappeared up the stairs, throwing an excited smile and a saucy wink over her shoulder as she pushed Hale up the stairs to her bedroom in the attic. The bass was pumping loudly in his sensitive ears, guests were milling around laughing loudly. To his right, Lauren was popping the top on her... third beer? Possibly her fourth. On her other side, Trick was regaling her with stories of his youth.

The night had started out great, Bo sleeping soundly out in the car as Kenzi begged them to let her get some much needed rest, the rest of the gang laughing away swapping stories and teasing each other. Kenzi was in rare form tonight too. She had an extra little twinkle in her eye and a secretive smile ghosting her lips. And the longer the party went on the more PDA his partner and her engaged in; teasing glances, whispering in each other ears, biting each others ears.

The initial kiss they had exchanged made something tighten in his chest. He hadn't been able to put his finger on the why as of yet. Hale had mentioned that Kenzi and him had finally gotten together, however, this was the first time he was seeing them up close and personal. At first he was just thrown seeing his two best friends express themselves so publically. But as it continued, Dyson realized he was holding his breath. Not to mention his grip around his cup had tightened more than necessary. Thankfully, Lauren cleared her throat to interrupt them just as words of protest came to the tip of his tongue.

He shouldn't be feeling this way. He should be happy; his best friend and his... his... Kenzi were finally together. And about to get together in a whole new way. Hell, he had basically pushed Kenzi right into Hale's arms by pushing Hale to admit to his feelings for her. But the last few weeks, he couldn't help but to think... what if?

Since getting Bo back things had changed between him and Kenzi, it was a tangible feeling in the air, a tension that was impossible for him to ignore. They had spent weeks together, basically inseparable. With no knowledge of Bo and their star-crossed love he had felt... lighter. The attraction he had felt towards Kenzi was always there in that alternate universe. With no Bo, it was as though blinders had been lifted. Kenzi was, is a force to be reckoned with. Her stubbornness and bravery, her optimism and wit, not to mention eyes that could cut through a man, and lips that made you want to beg, and her hips...

Dyson adjusted himself discreetly under the table. There were nights where his mind ran on an endless loop of Kenzi. The curve of her waist and the flare of her hips were a new form of torment for Dyson.

Having Bo back was a gift. He was not complete without her. She held a piece of his heart that he would never get back. But he was also tired of sharing her with the world, tired of feeling used by her. The last time they had been together, her not being able to look at him, using her fae strength against him to shut him up... It wasn't something that he was able to get out of his mind. And now with her dark powers growing stronger it seemed, he wasn't sure that he would ever get back the succubus he had fallen for.

The truth of the matter was... He missed Kenzi. Silly, fragile, human Kenzi. And watching her bring Hale up to her room to "get groiny" as she would say, made him want to growl in jealousy. It also made him feel guilty. For many reasons; he felt like he was betraying Bo for his newfound attraction? Lust? But he also wanted Kenzi to be happy. She deserved to be with someone that would take care of her and protect her, and Hale would certainly do that.

Hale. Reason number three for Dyson to feel like a scolded puppy. Hale was his best friend. After the haze of the memory-tampering had lifted, Dyson and Kenzi had decided not to mention to Bo or Hale about their kiss. That guilt fueled Dyson to push Hale to confess his feelings for Kenzi. If Hale knew that Dyson had pursued Kenzi behind his back he would never forgive Dyson. Not to mention the fact that they had lied to him. Or the fact that Dyson couldn't stop dreaming about Kenzi. Or thinking about the fact that she was the one who noticed he was off after he traded his love for Bo's safety. How she fought the Norn for his love. Got herself infected with a fae and almost died for him. How she went back to save him from the Garuda's thugs. How she infiltrated the Una Mens to rescue him from execution. She was constantly surprising him, and the more she did, the further under his skin she burrowed.

He found himself wanting her more with each breath she took. He listened to each footfall on the stairs until he knew they had reached her room. He listened to the giggling, and the creak of the door closing and the 'snick' of the lock turning.

"Dyson?" Lauren called. "Dyson! Still with us?"

Dyson looked up to see a flush faced Lauren and a glassy-eyed Trick looking at him unexpectedly from across the kitchen island. Lauren held a bottle of Kenzi's favorite vodka in her hands.

"Sorry," he smiled, shaking off his melancholia. "What was that?"

"I asked if you wanted to join in on shots?" Lauren asked, extending and shot glass filled with clear liquid.

Glancing back at the stairs leading up to Kenzi's room, Dyson nodded before turning back to Lauren.

"Make it two," he said.

It was going to be a long night.