Once in a Blue Moon Chapter 2
by Anca Antoci
Once in a Blue Moon
This is a story I wrote back in 2012 as a FanFic for the TV Show Lost Girl. For more info on the Lost Girl TV Show click here.
Dyson and Hale were playing pool and having a beer at the Dal when Dyson’s phone started ringing. He took a look at the phone but didn’t recognize the number so his answer was short and firm.
“Dyson…it’s Kenzi…I’m hurt…” Kenzi was panting on the phone.
“Kenzi where are you…and where the hell is Bo?” Dyson yelled, grabbing his jacket and leaving the pool table with Hale on his heels. God, those two are so much trouble!
“Don’t be mad. She got hurt really bad too, but she’ll be OK…Bo went to feed. She really needed to heal.” Kenzi could hear Dyson growling.
Dyson heard someone argue and then fumble with the phone.”Your human is fading fast. She has lost too much blood already!” Dyson was surprised to hear a stranger’s voice on the phone. His anger flared thinking it was her attacker.
“Who are you and what have you done to her? If anything happens to her, I’ll hunt you down like an animal!” The wolf snarled with all the anger he could muster.
“Easy with the threats! I don’t have time for this, wolf! She’s still bleeding. You want me to lick her wounds, or let her bleed to death?”
“Are you a shifter?” his tone changed.
“No. Licking wounds is just a hobby!” the strange girl answered, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Help her, please…and tell me where you are!” Dyson’s voice returned to normal as his anger subsided. If a fellow shifter was there, she was lucky. He would get the details later.
“I don’t know where we are. I’m not local, just passing through. I’ll put her on the phone.”
The girl offered Kenzi the phone again and Kenzi let Dyson know where they were, while the stranger tore the fabric to expose her wounds. As the young woman’s tongue touched the wounds on her forearm, Kenzi took a sharp breath that didn’t go unnoticed by Dyson.
“Kenzi, what’s wrong?” he asked trying not to panic so he wouldn’t freak out his friend even more.
“She’s ….aaa…licking my wounds…like, literally, licking my wounds!”
Give it to Kenzi to be brave when everyone else would crumble, and to be disturbed by being licked. Dyson sighed, “It’s OK, Kenzi. She’ll heal you. And I’ll be there in ten minutes.” Kenzi smiled. Everything was going to be all right. She offered the phone back.
“Thank you…” Kenzi said, not knowing how to react. The girl did save her and it was polite to thank your savior. She tried to look away since seeing someone lick you like that was way too awkward without vodka. At some point, she even heard the girl purring while licking. Well, she did say she was feline after all.
“I’m Kenzi, by the way!” she said after a couple of minutes of uncomfortable silence, still looking away.
“And I’m not that friendly!” the girl answered softly raising her head and wiping the blood from her lips with the back of her hand. “I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m not looking for new friends. I happened to be close by when I heard your screams and I had the time and the strength to put an end to your ordeal. That’s it! We’re not going to be braiding each other’s hair anytime soon.” She added with a sad smile.
“You’re almost good. I’ve stopped the bleeding. The wolf can take care of the rest of the wounds. I have someplace else I have to be” the girl said as she stood up ready to flee the scene.
“Please don’t leave me here alone!” Kenzi said.
“You’re not alone…your wolf is here. I can smell him. And that’s my cue to go. I have a way station find.”
“The one where every new fae in town has to check in?” Kenzi asked and the girl raised an eyebrow in surprise.
“You’re looking for the Dal Riata, ask for Trick. He’s the man you’re looking for.” The girl looked genuinely surprised that a human would know such fae business details. She obviously was more than just a pet. That was unusual.
“Thank you, Kenzi!” the girl said with a genuine smile, then turned on her heels and left.
“Hey…I didn’t catch your name!” Kenzi shouted as the girl walked away. Without turning around, the girl waved at Kenzi and disappeared behind a gray building.
Footsteps, Kenzi could hear heavy footsteps. For a moment she held her breath anticipating an attack. Relief flooded through her pounding heart when she heard Dyson’s voice calling her name. She was sitting against a fence, a bit secluded from the open space. Raising a hand she waved until Dyson spotted her. both officers beside her in an instant.
“Wow…little momma, what have you got yourself into this time? What did this to you?” Hale asked without the playful tone she was so accustomed to. There was nothing funny about her current state.
“Dog!” Kenzi answered pointing at the dead animal’s body, too exhausted to further explain.
Dyson winced at the sight of Kenzi. She was dirty, covered in dried blood and her shirt was torn at the sleeves. The lycan bundled her up so her head rested on his chest as he took her to his car, stretching her out on the back seat.
“Stay with me?” She barely whispered.
“You want me to amuse you?” Dyson remembered their similar talk a while ago.
“I’m bored…” She added closing her eyes. Dyson stayed with her on the backseat while Hale drove them to the Dal.
Trick was there, as usual, tending the bar when they stormed in with Kenzi in Dyson’s arms. “Take her in the back room.” The old barkeep lead the way as he cast Dyson a look over her still form, “What the hell happened to her? Shall I call Lauren?”
“I don’t think it’ll be necessary. It probably looks worse than it is. I need to check her up.”
Trick made room for her on the couch. The very same couch she had occupied after the foot soup.
“What do you want me to do Dyson?” Hale asked from the door frame.
“Go find Bo. She went to feed at a gas station near the parking lot where we found Kenzi. Then you go by their place and bring some clothes for Kenzi.”
“You got it!” Said Hale, as he left the room, passing Trick who came in with a tray of first aid supplies.
“Thanks, Trick! I’ll tend to her first and then I’ll tell you all about it.” Trick nodded in understanding and them alone.
“Kenzi, I’m going to take your top off to check you out, OK?” Dyson’s hand were already at the hem of her top when he noticed a playful smile on her lips.
“You need to at least buy me a drink first, buddy!” If she kept her sense of humor then it couldn’t have been so bad.
“You know what, the fabric is already torn so why go through the trouble? I’ll just rip it off!” Before Kenzi had any time to complain, Dyson tore open the shirt removing the offending fabric. Kenzi yelped in surprise and brought her hands to cover her chest. This was the day she chose to go bra-less. She mentally slapped herself.
“Don’t be silly Kenz. We’re friends. You have no reason to be embarrassed. Think of me as a doctor if it makes you any better!” he added with a smile.
“Yes…I’m half-naked in front of a hot, sexy, wolf doctor…Yeah…I’m feeling so much better now. Thank you, doctor!”
“So you think I’m hot?” he teased, hoping that it would lighten the mood.
“Dude, have you looked yourself into a mirror lately?… Besides, you turn into a wolf, how cool is that?” she cheered.
“OK, then don’t make me growl at you and put down your hands, so I can look at you. I promise not to whistle…or howl.” he continued the banter. Kenzi let down her hands and looked sideways blushing slightly. He could see how uncomfortable she felt in his presence.”You’re so bloody human!” he sighed.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“Inhibitions. They are exclusively human traits. Faes don’t dwell much on it. It is what it is.” Dyson explained.
“Well, I’m not fae, so…” Kenzi shrugged her shoulders.
Dyson looked at her wounds trying not to touch her too much, “You’ll be fine. The shifter closed the wounds and stopped the bleeding. I can let them be, but they will scar. They are pretty deep. Or I can make sure that your skin remains flawless… If you want me to, of course.” He smiled mischievously knowing he’s going to get a reaction.
“What will you do?” she asked hesitantly.
Dyson gave her a wide smile and licked his lips suggestively. God, he loved to see her squirm.
“And it doesn’t bother you at all?” she asked slightly annoyed with his playful look.
“Are you kidding? You look like dessert.” he wiggled his eyebrows at her.
“Well, I’m not edible, OK? So, make sure you don’t bite…” she trailed off and looked away.
“Kenz, I was just trying to make it easier for you. You’re the one with a sense of humor. I thought it would help if I lighten the mood.” Kenzi nodded and Dyson lowered his mouth on her collarbone wrapping his hands around her waist to steady her. He lapped at the big gash there and she swallowed hard. That didn’t go unnoticed.
“Everything OK?” he asked in a low voice.
“Um…yeah” her voice was not as steady as she had hoped for. He knew what he was doing to her and considered making her blush some more.
“Don’t worry, I have a big tongue, it won’t take long.” He looked at her sheepishly to see her flushed cheek and was rewarded with the sting following a head slap.
“Bad dog!” Kenzi scolded. Two can play that game, she thought!
Dyson smiled. She was feeling better already. He lowered his head to her chest once more. Angry red claw marks awaited to be erased from the alabaster skin. He reminded himself to be gentle. His stubble, although long enough to be soft, couldn’t feel very comfortable on her delicate skin. His trained eyes didn’t miss the subtle changes in her posture. The way she slightly arched her back to give him access, the way her nipple pebbled when his lips got only inches away. She was responding to his touch so easily. How…human of her. And yet so proud, she did her best to look unaffected. How…Kenzi of her.
The door opened and Trick came inside with a bottle of vodka and a shot glass on a tray, “I thought you might need some anesthetic.” he said with an apologetic smile.
“Um…it’s not what it looks like, Trickster…” Kenzi started with a strained voice.
He held up a hand, “I know exactly what it is.” The old man’s eyes never left hers. The trick could tell how uncomfortable his young friend must feel to be so exposed. Silly humans! He left the tray on the coffee table and left.
Dyson covered her exposed breast with his palm. She swallowed hard as his burning skin touched her icy one. “Are you always this …hot?” She tried to deflect making small talk.
“Yes…Shifters run hot. Are you always this cold?” he played along.
“Yeap…bad circulation.” She shivered to emphasize her statement and her hardened nipple brushed against the palm of his hand. She squeezed her eyes shut and cursed in Russian. He didn’t say anything. He thought she looked cute when she was embarrassed. “Sorry…” she whispered squeezing her eyes shut.
“No one has responded so easily to me in quite a few centuries. I am flattered!” he teased.
“Don’t be. It’s not you, it’s me…It’s been a while since…” her voice trailed.
“Ah…” he seemed to understand, “Well, I’m done! Have a look!”
She cast her eyes down and admired his work. Her chest and arms were completely scratch-free. “Wow… you’re awesome, dude!” she kissed his cheek and he covered her with a blanket. She looked a lot more comfortable now.
“Now tell me, what kind of trouble have you and Bo got yourselves this time? And I want to know all about the shifter that saved your ass. She smells like a cat…” he said scrunching his nose.
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