IMPORTANT STUFF-

1) More smut in this chapter, but plot at the end so if it's not your thing just skim. If it IS your thing, please leave feedback as I've never written hetero smut before.

2) I don't know shit about astronomy, but this is a SUPERNATURAL UNIVERSE so just go with it.

3) Literally, I cannot thank you guys enough for sticking with me through all this. You are all heroes in my book.

He can taste her in his mouth for the rest of the day, which passes in a bit of a haze. They clean up the picnic and return the horses to Paul. The ex-Mountie throws him a look that serves as a wordless pat on the back.

The drive back is pleasant, but he has a hard time focusing. Now that he's gotten a real glimpse of her- not just her body, but the way she falls apart from his touch, the sounds she makes and the way she says his name, high and desperate- he needs more. He's not just hungry for it- he's fucking ravenous.

She must feel it too, the air between them is charged now. Every look is layered with things unspoken, and great care is made not to touch each other. He's holding on to his humanity with the edges of his fingernails; his wolf is salivating.

"Should I drop you off?" He grinds out when they are about ten minutes out of the city, unsure how to express that if he doesn't get to fuck her tonight he might actually die in his sleep.

"What, at my place?" She asks, incredulous. "You're kidding me, right?"

He smiles, and his wolf howls in joy.

"Just thought I'd offer." She shakes her head.

"Don't be a dumbass. We're going to your place. And if you have work tomorrow you're calling in sick."

He bites the inside of his cheek and presses down on the gas a bit harder. "Yes, ma'am."

He has it in his mind that he ought to be careful- she's only human, and probably can't take the same kind of rough treatment that a Fae lover could- but she holds no such reservation, slamming him against the door as soon as they are inside his apartment.

Without her heels their height difference is even more pronounced, so instead of waiting for him to lower his head enough to kiss her she goes for what she can reach, pushing up his shirt to get access to his chest.

Her mouth is soft as silk and burning hot, and the sensation sends blood rushing to his groin. She works her way down his abs, leaving faint marks in her wake (there's the slightest pang of disappointment that they aren't more evident, but there'll be time for that later) but when she reaches his waistband she pulls away with a smirk.

She leaves him there, breath coming a little harder, and walks backward with sensual grace. The jacket he gave her falls to the floor and her t-shirt joins it a second later, revealing flawless pale skin and a black lace bra.

"Kenzi..." He groans; a plea or a warning, he isn't sure. Her mouth quirks and she turns to give him a full view of her ass as she slides out of her jeans. He can see the marks he made on her inner thigh earlier, and the sight propels him forward, shucking off his shirt as he goes.

She laughs as he scoops her up and they tumble into the bed. For a moment he's lost in his senses- the smell of her arousal, sweet and heady; the feel of her bare skin on his; the sound of her heart beating in time with his own.

It's only when she starts moving away that he registers that he's on his back. She's moving down his body, intent on removing the last of his clothes. His boots and pants take some finagling but soon join her clothing on the floor.

His dick is impossibly hard, straining against the cotton of his boxer briefs. There's a split second where she eyes it with excitement, before pressing her open mouth onto it. He throws his head back.

"Fuck. Kenzi, you can't do that." He says, even as his hands are fisting the sheets and his hips are bucking up for more. She stops.

"Why not?" He takes a breath and wills himself to relax. As much as he loves the idea of reciprocity, he cannot be expected to last long like that, and his wolf is demanding that he fuck her into the mattress. He cups the back of her neck, urging her back upward. He takes her mouth in slow, deep kisses that serve to steady him.

"It's not what I want. Not now. I've been patient, but...gods I need to fuck you Kenzi. Please." She shivers, and her nails dig into the meat of his shoulders.

"Shit, yes. Condoms?"
"Medicine cabinet, in the bathroom."

As she fetches the condoms he takes another breath and conjures some images to help calm his raging libido before removing his underwear. When she returns he has enough presence of mind to say,

"There was lube, too, if you want it." She tosses the condom on the bed, freeing up her hands to remove her bra and panties and fuck if her breasts aren't perfect. She's smirking.

"Not gonna be necessary."

Sure enough, when their bodies meet again he can feel her, hot and nearly dripping wet. Her nipples are hard against his chest, and he struggles with the limitation of only having two hands to touch her with.

She rocks against him, moving her heat up and down his shaft. It's incredible but still not enough.

"You wanna fuck me Dyson?" He nods dumbly. He'd agree to anything right now- theft, murder, world domination. "I want that too. Later on, I'll ride you, or suck you off, or tease you for hours. But not now..." She kisses him, knocking their teeth together in her eagerness. "Come on Wolfman. Show me what you got."

He hears the challenge in her words, and his body responds on its own, surging up and flipping them around. Once on her back, she smiles wickedly. Her arms stretch above her head and her legs spread in invitation.

He captures one perfect nipple in his mouth and moves a hand between her legs. Even as wet as she is, he's not going to risk hurting her. She writhes and arches as one finger becomes two, feeling smug when she starts clawing at his back.

"Mmm, yes. Oh Dyson, fuck..." He uses his free hand and mouth to tear open the condom and rolls it on, then adds one more finger. He adores how she opens up for him, flattening her feet to the bed to help angle her hips up.

"You ready?" She nods, teeth digging into her bottom lip. He removes his fingers, coating himself with her slick, and pushes in slowly. She's fucking scorching, and still a little tight, but she urges him on with the occasional breathless 'yes!'. Then he's inside her, panting like he's run a mile. She takes a few breaths of her own before nodding, urging him to move.

When he finally does it feels like he's flying. They move together, riding the waves and crests of pleasure. Her expressions are exquisite, but there comes a point when all he can do is bury his face into her neck, muttering prayers and promises that a less invested man might regret.

She comes with a sharp cry but he doesn't slow his pace, taking her through it as he follows, his blunt teeth coming down on her neck. For a fraction of a second, he feels guilty for taking the liberty, but then her hand grips down like iron on his neck.

"Harder." She pleads, still convulsing around him. He complies, joy and love bursting in his chest so violently it brings him close to tears.

They collapse, sweaty and breathless. He licks at the fresh teeth marks reflexively- he didn't break the skin, but he can't imagine it was painless.

His brain is useless, but he manages to understand the insistent poking in his side and rolls off of her. She curls up into him and they lay like that for a while, coming back down to Earth.

When he regains some presence of mind he pulls off the used condom, tying it and discarding it to the floor. He turns back to find her tracing the bite mark with her fingers. He's unsure if he should apologize.

"There's no blood. The mark will fade soon." She's silent and frowning slightly, and it frustrates him that she's choosing this moment not to broadcast her feelings. "Are you...upset?"

She looks up at him sharply, but her face softens when she sees how worried he is.

"No. Not at all. I..." She shuts her eyes and turns her face like she wants to hide, but even against his skin, the next words are clear. "I like it, okay? I don't want it to fade. When you...it felt good, really good. I wasn't expecting that, that's all."

He wraps her in his arms, kissing down the side of her face to the mark and spends a lazy few

minutes sucking a bruise into its center, drawing out little sounds of contentment from her every so often. When he's done he inspects his work.

"There. That one won't fade so quickly." Her glare is full of fondness.

He makes them dinner later- chili and biscuits- proving, to her surprise, that he's not entirely hopeless in the kitchen. They're eating on the couch (Kenzi, to his delight, draped in one of his work shirts) when his phone rings. It's Trick.

"Everything okay?"

"Looks like it is my friend. Turn on channel 13." Dyson grabs the remote and turns on the TV, switching it to the right channel.

"...but we'll have to wait 'til Monday to find out. But back to the breaking news of the
hour, astronomers across the globe are baffled by the appearance of several new stars that have come seemingly out of nowhere. While some are concerned about the effects these new bodies may have on orbiting satellites or meteorology, many astronomers- particularly in America- are rushing to name this brand new constellation, shown here."

A graphic appears on screen, showing the array of stars.

"Here they are, and here are the lines that most people have been drawing to combine them." Lines appear between several of the stars, connecting them into a constellation. Trick speaks again.

"Now what does that look like to you Dyson?"

It's not a perfect figure- constellations never are- but there's no mistaking it.

"Oh my god- is that a wolf?" Says Kenzi.

"It's Fenrir." Dyson says, then to Trick, "Isn't it?"

"I think it's a safe bet." He replies. "No wonder the gods didn't want Loki going through with it- it's not exactly subtle."

"No. Definitely not subtle." The news anchor goes on to explain each new star in detail, and what they know so far, as well as a few of the names astronomers are hoping to call the new formation. "Let's just hope it's effective."

"I don't think we'll have to worry too much. But we'll keep an eye on it. Talk to you soon." "Bye Trick." He hangs up the phone. Kenzi is grinning ear to ear.

Trick hangs up his phone and shuts off the small TV he keeps behind the bar. There's no need to keep watching the footage, he has the information he needs.

It was a risk, and Loki will probably catch hell for it, but Trick admired the move nonetheless.

He was relieved Dyson had picked up the phone at all. He knew today was Dyson and Kenzi's first date- Bo was a terrible gossip- and would not have been surprised if it had gone straight to voicemail.

He had a good feeling about the two of them. A good feeling that had been enforced by a small rune casting he'd done, just to put his mind at ease. It wasn't meddling if he didn't tell them.

With his family at peace and his biggest question answered, he slips into bed that evening and quickly falls asleep.

In his dream, he is on a ship. The water is calm but he can see darkness brewing on the horizon. A hand comes to touch his shoulder. He knows who it is without having to turn.

"Oh, Isabeau. How will I make it through this one?" It seems his whole life has been storm after storm, and seeing this next one approaching makes him realize just how tired he is.

"That one is not for you my love." She says, her voice soft and soothing as ever. It's a comforting thought, but he's not quite sure he can believe it. Across the bow of the ship the door to the captain's quarters is flung wide, revealing a tall man with a leathery face. He sees Trick, and with a booming voice, he calls across the deck.

"The Oracle will see you now!"

He sighs. Oracles mean prophecies. He's tired of those as well. He turns to his late wife- he'd so much rather spend this time with her. She smiles, understanding.

"Go, dear heart. One last glimpse, then you can come back to me." She places a kiss on the top of his head and nudges him toward the man.

The ship sways underfoot. The wind has begun to pick up now, and small white caps flare across the water. The tall man is impatient and shoos him into the room, slamming the door behind him. The ground he steps onto is not wood, but packed earth. The air is still (no wind to speak of) but fresh and rich.

Suddenly in the blackness, there's a scraping sound. A match flares to life, though he cannot see who holds it. The tiny flame plummets to the ground, catching on a waiting bundle of twigs and dried leaves. In moments a tiny fire crackles to life, showing him to be in a forest clearing in the dead of night. He finally sees her, sitting hunched on an overturned log.

Her body may be ancient- her skin wrinkled and her wild hair thinning- but her eyes are quick and sharp, tracking each lick of the flames. When he steps forward her eyes snap up, assessing him.

"Tired, Blood King?" She jerks one shoulder and another log appears for him. He takes it gratefully, wondering idly which oracle this is. He's never met the Oracle of Delphi, but he always assumed an emissary of Apollo would employ more pomp and glamour.

"I'm told you have a message for me?" She sniffs and rolls her shoulders back, eliciting a myriad of cracks and pops.

"You're an old dog Blood King- like me. And if it were me, I wouldn't want my time wasted with rhymes and riddles. But there are rules, even for the likes of us."

He nods.

"I understand." She sniffs, and pulls a small bag from the depths of her garments, pouring the powder inside it slowly onto the fire. It blazes, the orange flames rippling into emerald green ones.

The oracle's voice roars over the noise, and through the fire he can see her eyes are glowing the same eerie green. As each line of the prophecy is spoken, shadowy images form within the fire. They dance and die in quick succession, playing out their tale.

"An unlikely hero, Mortal from birth," The shape of a girl rises up.

"Still, tested and tried she has proven her worth." The girl is given a sword and shield, which she wields against a slew of enemies. They fall away and a man joins her. They stand before someone sitting on a large throne.

"Child of the moon, must he be alone? Not if the Monarch will give up his throne." The person on the thrown removes his crown and hands it to the girl.

"King without Kingdom, no more battles to fight. With his last written word he shall give her his Light." The figures fall away, replaced by a large book. Illegible words are scrawled on its pages.

"But be wary young lovers, your world will turn. Friends become enemies, bridges will burn." The images blur together, showing him structures he does not recognize. The girl falls to her knees, reaching out to someone.

"And one old friend's blessing will change to a blight. To call forth an evil that they must now fight." The girl and her companion stand together as they are enveloped by a great shadow.

"No past can stay buried, no future is clear. So join your companion to face what each fear!"

With that the fire dies, taking its otherworldly puppet show with it. The words of the verse and their accompanying images have been burned into his brain.

The last thing he sees before he wakes is the Oracle, waving goodbye with a knowing smile.

Chapter End Notes

*MWAHAHAHAHAHA

So yeah, if you couldn't guess there will be a sequel, because really who was I kidding. Something of epic proportions too- less mythology and more...well, I won't spoil it for you. ;)

If you want to find it go to AO3, it's titled 'The Way Things Change (And Stay The Same)' by Tru_tru