A/N: So my Denzi obsession has gotten out of control and I've been driven to drabbles. These won't always be connected or rated/explicit for that matter. Some will be humorous others will be angsty. The format is similar to Therentyoupay's That One Night because I loved the way she did so. And so, I will be doing something similar, but not really. Enjoy! Reviews are always nice, of course.

Disclaimer: I'm not affiliated with Lost Girl or its creators.

Muse: TV on the Radio ; Wolf Like Me

Rating: T

In the heat of the moment...

...Dyson lost his vocal filter.

A deep sigh grumbled from Dyson's chest, fingers tapping against the rough wood that made up the bar as he sat idly next to Hale. He watched Bo and Lauren from the corner of his eye as they chatted away with wide grins whenever staring into space grew a tad boring. He'd half-hoped (well maybe more than half) that Kenzi would've come along. It'd been a while since he'd seen her and as the days seemed to tick away he found himself missing the spunky woman.

Lately he'd been plagued with explicit dreams of the girl, squirming with need under him as his hands mapped out her small body. Nightly, the moans of her pleasure echoed in his ears and he woke with his wolf howling in his mind. He wasn't quite sure why his sexual appetite was becoming unbearable as of late or why it was all directed to Kenzi for that matter, but what he did know is that it started after he obtained his love back and howling at the moon wasn't enough to keep the wolf at bay.

"Are you even listening to me?" Blue eyes blinked as Dyson was brought back from his thoughts. Hale glared lightly at his partner before clicking his tongue with a shake of the head. "Man, see. I'm finally able to get away from all this damn Ash business and hang out with everyone but you're too busy thinkin' about—wait. What are you thinking about?" The siren grinned, eyes brows wiggling with interest.

Dyson frowned, his own eyes flickering to his drink before settling on his friend. "I'm just tired," he admitted. It wasn't a total lie. He was a bit tired, but more antsy than anything else. Where the hell was Kenzi? She never gave up the chance for free liquor. Even Trick had been surprised as he put the bottle he'd been saving for her aside once Bo told him she wouldn't be joining them.

The reigning Ash snorted, clearly unconvinced of the wolf's words. "Dyson, my man, I know you ain't trying to pull the wool over my eyes." Hale sighed, mischief shining through his eyes as he slid a drink Trick set down before the duo. The Blood King grinned knowingly, shooting a look at Hale that went unnoticed by Dyson. "It's true. I got nothing on my mind but the picture of my bed." And a naked Kenzi sprawled out in the middle of it, but that information was irrelevant to anyone who wasn't him.

With a smirk plastered on detective Hale's lips, he watched closely as his partner took the drink in one gulp. Bingo.

The effects were sudden. Dyson blinked several times as his vision blurred, his breathing became ragged and he lost his balance while he attempted to slide off the bar stool. "What the—," He groaned then, hand pressed over his stomach as the drink seemed to now course through his veins and pump with force against his skin. "What was that?"

Trick chucked with a sigh as he leaned his body weight on his elbows that rested on the bar. "It's an elixir called Verum," he stated, eyes meeting Hale's briefly before resting on Dyson's confused ones once more. "Trick…—," an uncomfortable pain began to sear through his body, causing the man to groan out once more as he also leaned into the bar. "Don't be a baby, man. It's not that bad. I tried it out for myself before we gave it to you."

By this time Bo and Lauren were standing beside them, worriment apparent on both faces. "What's going on?" Bo blinked; placing a hand on Dyson's flexing shoulders as another wave of nausea washed over him. Hale shrugged his shoulder; head tilting as he observed closely. "We spiked his drink with Verum."

The doctor couldn't help but chuckle at the poor man. "Why would you give him that?"

"Am I missing something? Anyone want to tell me what it is and why you're all amused by Dyson's apparent pain?" At least someone was on his side, he thought. Lauren smiled, pulling Bo beside her. The succubus was always lost when it came to the technical things of the Fae world and the doctor always found it so adorable. Delicate fingers wrapped around Bo's as she laughed softly. "It's the elixir of truth. When you drink it you're suddenly compelled to speak the truth of the things that weigh heaviest on your mind."

Bo squinted, eyes shifting from the group and then to Lauren. "So…why is he in pain?"

Hale patted his growling friend's back before grinning widely. "Because if you refuse to say the truth you start feeling nausea until you say it to the person the truth is about." All eyes were now on Dyson and he was suddenly aware of the growing urge to call Kenzi.

Oh shit.

Kenzi clenched her eyes tightly, mentally willing the phone on her nightstand to cease its incessant ringing. What time was it anyway? Ugh. Who cared? She just wanted to sleep. Her body was screaming at her to get some rest. It was the first time in days she was able to acquire some down time. Bo went off with her hot-pants doctor and even expected Kenzi to tag along, but for all that she wanted she just couldn't find the energy. So she smiled and made a quirky remark before making sluggish movements towards the bed. And now here she was, wide awake as the damn phone rang angrily.

"Sheesh! Does no one sleep in this town anymore?" She groaned, her arm stretching out lazily to grab onto the phone. With squinting eyes she brought the device to her face, losing any ounce of annoyance once she realized it'd been Dyson calling the entire time. Without a moment to lose she answered.

"What up D-man? What's the 911?" She tried her best not to sound worried, but given their past it was difficult to do so. The line was silent for a short moment, only able to hear the sounds of steady breathing on the other end. Kenzi was beginning to suspect that he'd butt dialed her—that jerk, especially considering that she could hear the chatter coming from the usual group at the Dal. "Alrighty then…I'm gonna hang up now, wolf man. My beauty sleep is—,"

"Kenzi, you're gorgeous," the voice breathed out a bit hesitant before the caller groaned. She blinked, brows knitting together in slight confusion. Either she was dreaming or this man was drunk. "Dyson are you—,"

"And I've had a few sexual dreams about you…more than a few, actually—dammit!" He growled out in frustration as Hale's familiar laughter boomed in the background only spurring on Kenzi's confusion. What the hell was going on? "Dude, what are you—high?" Her ears were ringing and she was fully aware of her face going up a few degrees in temperature. The way he was suddenly admitting to these dirty little secrets sparked a sudden need for Kenzi to both jump off the bed in triumph and crawl under a rock.

Had she heard him correctly? Did he really say he was having freaky dreams about her? That was definitely her night's ego booster. "Uh…," she was sure he could practically hear the girl's smug smile through the phone as she found the right words to respond with. "I don't blame you, D. I'm pretty good under the sheets." It was such a Kenzi reaction and it was necessary to hide the fact that she was doing a victory dance on the inside.

"You're not helping, Kenz," Dyson sighed, his fingers clamping tighter around his phone. He shot glares at the group, cursing them silently a million times over. He was going to kill them, every last one of them. But right now all he could focus on were Kenzi's words. Just how good was she?

"I miss you with such force that I don't know how I'm still breathing, but I know that if you were standing in front of me we'd be playing out all of those dreams. I'd take you all night, Kenzi. I don't even think I'd let you rest—my wolf wouldn't let me even if I wanted to." He failed to notice the wide-eyes surrounding him as he continued, his breathing growing ragged just as Kenzi's had. She knelt at the edge of the bed, thighs pressed together as her mind ran wild with images.

She had no clue why he was telling her this, but holy fae, she did not mind it one bit. Her fingers dug into the sheets as she suppressed a whimper. Dammit wolf-man. This was not cool. "Dyson," she breathed out, unintentionally sounding alluring. Kenzi didn't even know how to do alluring. She was just sassy Kenz, but Dyson sure as hell found it alluring and desirable—the way his name rolled off her tongue. He vaguely wondered what else she could do with her tong—when would this damned thing wear off?

"Kenzi, my wolf is howling," he paced the bar, ignoring the snorts and laughs behind him. Bastards.

What the hell was she supposed to do about it? She thought. "Well D-man…would a cold shower help spruce you up—I mean down?" She was making matters worse, but what was she to say? Hey, come over and let me rock your world. Yeah, no.

"No. The only thing that's going to help is you on my bed and me sliding my tongue down your thigh, biting your skin and tasting every inch of you." Oh dear.

He shot one last glare at the Dal gang before storming off into his car. The magnitude of libido was intolerable and he was now determined to subside it—properly. Kenzi remained silent and his acute hearing could pick up on her breathing. She wanted it just as he did and he groaned again at the thought of her aroused scent filling his nose to a brim. "I'm coming over," he said gruffly as he became painfully aware of pressure his jeans were causing.

It was inevitable—what she said next. It came out like word vomit and before she could stop it she breathed out, "then hurry up, wolf man. I'll give you something to howl about."