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See Chapter 1 for Ratings and Disclaimers
I force myself back to here and now, and see my girl on the couch motioning me to join her. I grab the remote and plop down against her, my body snuggling into hers. I could stay like this forever, I sigh as I feel her arms settle around me and I start the movie.
Things are silent as I watch the baby dinosaurs talk and play-and get into trouble. No one knows why its my favorite, it reminds me of us-the Scoobies-they get into so much trouble but they always find their way out together. Friends are important and this movie shows that.
I giggle at the things happening on the screen and then I feel her lips kissing the top of my head, then hear her words, "Hey, I remember this one now. Didn't we watch this Christmas night or Christmas day, one of them?"
"Yeah, one of them," I agree-I turn my head toward her long enough to kiss her lips lightly, then I face the television again not wanting to miss the best part.
She kisses the back of my head again, "Yeah, I thought so. Cera reminds me of Buffy."
"I'm telling her you said she was all bossy." She laughs at my words but I'm not sure why.
With her next remark I understand, "Like I haven't told her that before. Or Faith hasn't-or Rona, or pretty much all of us but the newbies."
I smack at her playfully before her words turn to babble-till her, I didn't know babble was contagious. "Shhhh! This is the good part." I feel her lean her head against mine and we watch in silence-together.
After awhile-I'm not sure how long-one Cera lecture and one Ducky worry later, I hear Kennedy speak after a soft nudge, "Feel like some hot chocolate. How about you, sweetie?"
I feel a smile cover my face, "That sounds nice!-Yes please-with lots of marshmallows."
Then the sensation of her lips on my cheek and for a few seconds all else is lost. I love her lips, her mouth-what they do to me. Then I hear words-I think and as I look I see her standing in front of me. How'd she get there? "Okay, I'll be right back. Keep my seat warm," she says.
All I can do is smile, words lost as thoughts rule and I go back there for just a second more. Her lips on me, tasting, loving-my body starts to hum ever so gently. I stretch the length of the couch hoping when she returns that she'll lie with me-smoochies suddenly winning out over the movie.
I think back to this morning, goddess-what she does to me. I feel my skin flush at the mere thought. A smile covers my face as the memories replay.
"Here you go Red."
I look up and she's back, sipping on her hot chocolate. I reach for my mug and watch her sit on the floor. I feel a pout cross my face, my plan is ruined if she stays down there. "Why are you down there?"
I see her shrug, "You looked all comfy stretched out like that. I just decided to sit down here and not bother you." She sips her drink again, her eyes never leaving mine.
Goddess okay, she needs me to draw her a picture I guess, I think suddenly. I put my mug on the end table and smile as I shake my head thinking the whole time, I want you to bother me-silly girl. I roll onto my side with my back against the couch. "Come on up here with me," my words are quiet but a little commanding. I reach my arm for her.
She smiles a little half smile, oh-forgot the half smile earlier, love it too. She looks down, "If you insist."
Not sure of her tone, I worry, "If you don't want-" I feel tears trying to form as my smile vanishes. Why doesn't she want to-before I can get too lost I hear her words.
"Will, I was just teasing." She puts her mug on the table and takes my hand. Then I feel her knuckles gently brush along my cheek. Her face is full of love- "I told you before, baby, I love holding you." The worry is gone, as quickly as it appeared. "I just thought maybe you weren't comfortable the way we were sitting before, that's all."
Always comfortable in your arms I think but I don't say anything. I watch her stand and then lie down on her back beside me. I find myself molding to her instantly. I lay my head on her shoulder and she works her arm around me. She gently, slowly strokes my arm and back. We lie this way, content-then I hear her voice. "Can you see the tv?"
I snuggle closer, tighter, "I can see fine." I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, "This feels good. I really just wanted to be all stretchy."
"Okay," Kennedy says and I feel a little squeeze. "I'm sorry if I made you all upset."
I turn to look at my Slayer, my face is full of concern. I don't want her to blame herself for anything, "No" I say before kissing her shoulder. I move my lips to her throat and kiss there as well. I slide my hand around for balance as I stretch up to kiss and nibble on her ear. I hear her groan as I hit her most sensitive spots. I know what it does to her.
"H-hey not that I-I mind, but thought you," her words stop as I suck on her ear and she gasps. "wanted to watch your movie."
That's were you're a dummy I think and smile, "Know how it ends." I turn in her arms and now I'm on top of her. I bring a hand up to cup her left breast and she moans. I feel her lips on mine, softly at first but as they begin to move together the passion builds. She moans again as I switch sides, caressing. Then her hands are stroking my back tickling slightly.
I pull out of the kiss and move back to her neck. I kiss and lick there, up and down and her breathing gets ragged. I work my way back to her ear and flick my tongue across it before asking, "Wanna move this upstairs?" The huskiness of my voice surprising even me.
"We can," I hear her pant. "Course shades are down in here." She moans even louder and I slide my hands under her shirt to bare skin. I assault her with my nails tickling and teasing her stomach.
However, her hands begin their own exploration as they roam freely under my shirt as well. I moan softly at the contact of her fingers grazing against my breasts.
I try to take off her shirt but since she's lying down and I'm on top of her it's almost impossible. "Need this off," I whine as I pull at it pouting a bit. I feel my pouting bottom lip suddenly between hers and I can't stop the moan. I continue to struggle with the damn shirt and consider using magic to make it disappear but I decide that unfocused magic is never good where I'm concerned and decide against it. Our lips move together as the kiss intensifies.
Suddenly we're sitting up and I'm in her lap. My eyes focus and see her hands over her head. I pull out of the kiss and drag her shirt over her head and sling it across the room just because. "Better," I announce taking a deep breath before fiercely kissing her again.
Our lips move against each other for a few seconds, before she pulls back just long enough to get my shirt off too. We collapse back into each other, we kiss again, and it goes from heated to scorching. She licks at my lips and I moan into her mouth.
She breaks the kiss and we stare at each other panting heavily, trying to get oxygen into starving lungs. "Why'd-w-we stop?" I ask breathlessly, unsure. Cause stopping-so not on my list.
I see a smile play across her lips and then her eyes take in all of me. I fight away a blush. Her smile turns to a grin and I know she's up to something. She bares her teeth and nips at my covered breast. Her lips grazing against the nipple and I bite back a moan to answer, "Good answer." I gasp. My eyes drift closed and I arch into her. I moan when she licks the other side.
Her hands are caressing me and I fight to stay here. My hands stroke and tease her but I can't get them to do what I want, I'm so distracted already. I feel my bra fall away and her lips are on me. "Kennedy," I moan as I feel her suckle at the raised peak, her fingers play on the other one. "P-please," I force out but words won't follow. I hear my own groan. Want more, need more-I think but can't tell her-words have left me.
I feel her lips on mine, in a hard needy kiss. Her tongue is in my mouth, tasting, and her hands on my jeans-maybe-can't think. I feel myself falling and then my back is on the couch and she is on me kissing.
I slide my hands in her hair, pulling her closer. Need her closer, she drops a leg between mine-an answered prayer-as it rubs lightly on my center. I whimper and try to move against it, to get some more friction but she pulls away.
We break the kiss, and I whisper, "Tease," my hands still massaging her scalp. I try again to move against her thigh but she holds back.
I see a smirk and she starts to pull away, "You don't like? I can stop-"
I feel the panic surfacing. She's kidding right-she wouldn't and then- "Stop-no-don't you dare!" I threaten breathlessly. I see her smile. Feel her lips and then her studded tongue on my throat, and finally her leg bears down a bit more. My hips start moving on their own accord against her-goddess I'm on fire. I'm lost as I continue to move-
I hear something-a noise but can't place it, my body controls me now-not my brain and it wants only one thing-then again the noise-I feel Kennedy pull away. Phone-the word breaks through. "Machine will get it-" I pant out, "Need you baby-"
"True, where were we? She asks and I show her pulling her back to my throat. She licks my pulse point and suckles-I moan loudly, lost again. She stops again, "Ignore her." She returns to her kissing and sucking, I manage a nod though I'm not sure what I'm agreeing to. I moan again and again as I work myself closer to release.
This time I hear the words, "Give her a break K-need your help."
Faith I growl inwardly-goddess that woman.
I hear Kennedy growl out loud and I look into her eyes. "Remember where we were baby."
She's getting up? My mind is confused. She kisses me lightly and climbs off me. She stalks to the phone as I sit up frustrated-pissed, at both of them.
I hear her conversation start and decide two can play this game-she wants to interrupt us-
Kennedy speaks not so calmly into the phone, "Faith, I told Buffy I was taking a few days off, didn't she tell you?" I walk up to her and wrap her in my arms from behind. Kennedy shakes her head as she listens, "No, I'm not going anywhere tonight or for the next few days. Call Rona."
I lean in and kiss her bare shoulder and then her neck. I lean around and flick my tongue against her ear and whisper, "Tell her to go away."
She pulls away from me and I feel her anger. Is she mad at me? The worry starts- my mind races and her words-missed something, "Damn it Faith! Is Buffy dead again?" There is a pause and I would guess Faith is trying to answer. "Are you crippled in anyway?" Another pause, "Then you don't need me!"
I whisper into her ear, "I need you," she looks over her shoulder at me and smiles. I smile back seductively-one look promising so much. I pull her face to mine and kiss her, lightly at first, then my lips begin moving against hers in a slow unhurried pace. Got you I think.
Then she pulls away and I look at her amazed and surprised and again a bit pissed. I drop my arms from her. I listen to the one sided conversation, "How the hell did she get hurt?-And what's she doing out there? I said she wasn't ready!"
She covers the mouthpiece and looks at me, I can see her worry, "Faith says Ginny is hurt bad and I need to come."
I nod and my arms fall to my sides, Ginny-Kennedy's new Slayer in training. She turns back to the phone and my mind races with questions-is she really hurt-can Faith be trusted-what is she up to?-My minds wandering has caused me to miss even more of the one sided conversation.
"I'll be there-" she says and I wonder where. My Slayer hangs up the phone and she inhales deeply, sighing she lets the air escape. I can sense her worry for the girl and something else-what-ah-regret. I understand her and I want to tell that it's okay-but the Faith thing stops me. I hear her sigh again as she faces me.
She looks at me and I speak, the words colder than I want them to be, "Let me guess-you need to go."
Her eyes look at me, I see that she wants-needs me to understand. "I don't want to, but Faith said Ginny was hurt bad. I need to go-at least check on her."
I cross my arms over my naked chest and try not to be so--grrrrrrr- "Faith says so-" anger slips in and I don't mean it to, but goddess I don't trust her-Faith-I don't trust Faith.
"Look, I know Faith can sometimes stretch the truth a bit, but not about something like this. If she says Ginny's hurt, she is."
I turn from her but I don't want to-I look down trying to order my thoughts. If Buffy had called would I feel this way?-And I have to answer no.
I hear Kennedy's words again, "I wouldn't leave if it wasn't serious."
I turn back to her and our eyes meet, "Go check on her."
I find myself in her arms and then her lips are on mine. She kisses me soundly-promising so much. "Thank you baby!-Are you sure?" Her eyes search mine.
I smile back teasingly, "Yeah, I'm sure-but you owe me."
She let's her forehead touch mine as she stares into my eyes clear to my soul I think before she pulls herself away, "I'll be home as fast as I can so you can collect."
Collecting-my mind wanders as my charged body begins to hum again slightly. I know I missed words as I hear her say, "Promise." I pull back nodding like I know what she said and then I kiss her again. It's quick but potent-doing what I planned-giving her something to think about- to want to hurry back to. When our eyes meet again she is leering at me, "After all I have a bookmark I wanna talk about!"
I look at her and I know my face shows confusion-I know nothing about a bookmark- "Bookmark?"
"The one I put to mark where we were before Faith showed she has no sense of timing!" She winks at me laughing and I understand.
She gets dressed while my mind remembers the bookmark-her lips on me- My shirt hits my face-and I look at her as I slip it over my head. "Well, I think I'll unplug the phone, just so there's no more interruptions." I reach behind the table and pull the cord from the wall.
I see her grin and then she speaks, 'What about the one in the bedroom?" She asks as she finishes with her shoes, and reaches for her coat.
"I'll get that while you're gone, the one in the kitchen too!" I smile at her. "Hurry back-be careful."
She touches my face as she passes me, "I will, to both." She goes to the door and a sadness tries to sneak in. She picks up her Slayer bag and with her hand on the doorknob she stops, "Hey-" says my Slayer. "How about I pick up some ice cream while I'm out?"
I smile, "I like ice cream."
She grins in reply, "I know-what kind are you in the mood for?"
"Something chocolatey-"
She nods, "Rocky road or chocolate chip cookie dough?"
I smile and shrug-still too many hormones to make that kind of decision. "Surprise me, sweetie."
She smiles, "I can do that. I'll be back as fast as I can!"
As the door closes behind my Slayer I hear, "Love you-"
"Love you," I call back as I hear her bike start up and she tears out of the driveway. I stand looking at the door. A smile begins to creep across my face.
I run down the hallway toward the kitchen and stop there at the table that holds the phone. I bend down and pull the plug from the socket. Standing my smile grows, "One down." With those words I go up the stairs to our bedroom. This phone proves more of a challenge. I can't get it from the floor so I lay across the bed and slip my hand behind the bedside table. Finally I succeed-it's not gonna bother us either.
I lie on our bed and move till my face is buried in her pillow-the smell of her, I love it. I lie there taking it all in for a few seconds and then pull myself from the torture as I feel my body starting to respond to it. I sit up and then stand up, I wonder what I can do till she gets back to keep my mind off-damn I think-so close. My body shudders at the thought of her again.
I move back down stairs to the living room and sit on the couch. I restart the movie and then my mind remembers the books in the car.
Later the box at my feet, books scattered around me, and the movie credits rolling I flip through the pages of a spell book. I feel a tear slip from my eyes as my mind takes me to the first time I did the spell listed here. "Tara," I whisper softly. She had been there-guiding me-the rose floated the pedals came off one by one-and then it had flown around the room like a jet. It had been Ethan Rayne then-he was causing trouble using magics.
My tears are falling harder as I remember more. I set the book down and look at the one like Tara's. I slowly reach for it and pick it up. I hold it to my chest as I turn and curl up on the couch-trying, but failing to push the memories away. They come flooding back; The first time I saw her at the Wicca meeting-that night in the laundry room when wordlessly we moved the machine to protect us from the Gentlemen-the spell to the nether realms, goddess that felt-then the floating together the first time.
Then like a slide in a projector the images change-challenging Glory-knives flying, the energy so dark-raising Buffy, calling on Osiris-the forgetting spell and then she is gone. My tears fall harder and become sobs as I try to stop the memories.
I fell because like so many times in my life I am not in control-more slides to flashes of memories. Tara coming back to me-forgiving me-loving me and then the gun the bullet that took her never to give her back. And after-the fall-the dark magic so strong in me- "Stop!" I scream. "Stop!" I growl in frustration, "You're not the boss of me," I whimper. "You're not the boss of me-" the tears stream down my face as I try to force the thoughts away.
"Something else-think of something else-" I concentrate-and there it is-there she is-Kennedy smiling down at me. I sniff back the tears as I hear her words-feel them-you be a kite, I'll be your kite string. "Kite string," I mutter. My body suddenly exhausted, gives in as my eyes close.
A jolt brings my from my fitful sleep. I sit up in the darkened room-the door-my hazy brain thinks and words, "Stupid bitch-" angry words I think as I try to take it in.
"Kennedy?" I turn on the lamp and as I do I hear.
"Willow? What are you still doing up?"
I smile and think she must really be mad to ask that, I always wait up for her. "Waiting for you of course." I see may Slayer blush but I also realize she is truly upset. "Sweetie, what happened?"
I watch her scowl as she tries to order her words, she starts pacing and now I'm worried. "Faith!-That's what happened. She called me out there for fucking nothing."
I feel my eyes you wide, the language she never uses that language anymore. This is bad I think to myself what has Faith done now? My Slayer continues to pace back and forth across the room. I move to her forcing her to stop by blocking her path. Stupid I know she could trample over me but it works so-I hug her and she returns it for an instant before her pacing starts again.
Okay, really confused now- "Ginny's not hurt?"
She paces faster and I realize that may have been a bad question. "Oh-yeah, real life threatening injury too!" She stops and looks at me. The anger in her eyes, I've never seen it like that before. "She sprained her damned ankle."
Okay now I'm pissed, Faith lied-I knew she did. Grrrrrr-I-she-calm I think as I look at my girl, "Ankle." I manage.
I see my Slayer nod savagely, "She was already walking on it by the time I got there." Again she's pacing. We're gonna need a new rug. She gestures wildly with her arms. "Faith didn't need me there at all."
"Then why did she call you?" I feel my face turn to a frown and I know my voice sounds as angry as hers. Faith, my mind mutters.
"I'm not really sure. Maybe she just wanted me there for some reason," she says. But I can tell there's more. I leave it for now wanting her calmer and knowing that's not happening if we keep talking.
I stop her again, again I'm in her path, "But Ginny not hurt is good right?" I try to be calm so she will.
I watch her blow out a breath and nod, "Yeah, she'll be fine in the morning." Suddenly though she scowls as her eyes meet mine. "Faith may not be though."
"Why-what else happened?" I take her hand and led her to the couch.
I see her blush-she never blushes. Well not exactly true, I almost smile. I can make her blush-know all the right words to whisper. My mind wonders but I stop it-not going there Faith wouldn't-my girls words pull me back. "I was really pissed, you know?" We sit down and Kennedy looks at the floor. I'm really starting to feel like something- "I told her what we were doing when she called."
I feel my face blaze bright red. You didn't I think, "That may fall into the too much information category sweetie." I tighten the hold on her hand as my words are a bit reprimanding.
"I know," she says, "but I was so mad. There's more. She-she said if that was all it was, she could take care of it." My mind rants, she would what- Kennedy's still talking and I try to listen to what else she says, "Willow she tried to pull me into a hug or something, I think she wanted to kiss me." Kennedy's eyes meet mine.
I jump to my feet and now I pace. She'd what? That-I'll she'll be a frog a slimy little hoppy-oh-I feel the rage and it is never good. My mind is spinning. She made a pass at my girl. That bitch-I'll- no frogs- frogs are too good for her.
Suddenly words at aren't mine find their way to my brain, "Don't worry," says my Slayer. "I pulled away and told her to stop. That I was going home."
I simply shake my head as images of them together kissing hit me. No this isn't happening. Kennedy is now in front of me and I turn the opposite direction still so much anger raging in me. "Sweetie, you know you're the only one I want. Always. I'll never want anyone else. I won't let anyone else have me either." I stop cause I know her words are true. She loves me-she does. I turn back to her and she's looking in my eyes. "I'm yours and yours only-and you belong to me. That's the way I see it anyway."
I move back to her and hug her tightly and she hugs me back. "Yeah, I know." We stand there in each other's arms for a moment and then I add softly in her ear, "Tell me you kicked her ass?"
I hear her laugh softly and she pulls back from the hug just a bit so our eyes can meet, "I will."
"Promise?" I ask and I know my word is full of hope.
She nods and then adds, "She is so dead tomorrow. I think I'll go look for a sparring partner." I see her evil smile and I like it. "I'm gonna make sure she knows there's two people in Cleveland she can't have. Ever."
A puzzled look covers my face, two-two? -- Me and who? I'm so confused. "You-who's the other?"
She smiles at me like I'm nuts, "You silly."
I bite my bottom lip and then give her my half smile-she thinks I don't know what it does to her but I so do. I hear her soft groan and know without a doubt there's a couple less vamps out there tonight. Her hormones have kicked in. "Can I watch?"
She shrugs and smiles. "If you want." She kisses me softly and then I see the smirk. What is she thinking? "Will you wear a cheerleader outfit?"
I roll my eyes and shake my head as I smile. Then I remember-my ice cream-I pull away, "Hey-where's my ice cream?" I ask with a frown.
She groans, and not in the same way as just a little while ago and smacks he head. "I was so mad at Faith I forgot. I'm sorry. I can go get it."
She turns to leave again but I pull my girl into another kiss and she eagerly complies. "Don't need it," I say simply when we break for air.
Kennedy smiles, breathlessly she speaks, "No-I guess not. Get some tomorrow?"
I feel the smirk on my face and my eyebrow cocks, "Get some tonight," I say playfully as I grab the bottom of her shirt and pull it up and off her body as she raises her arms.
She smiles and then for some reason her look becomes intense. It's like she's looking for something. Her eyes roam my upper body and I'm not sure what's she's thinking. "Move to the couch?" I ask unsure before I kiss her again.
She kisses back but doesn't move-well unless you count stripping me of my shirt moving because that she does. She stares at my bra like she's confused by it-and I remember-when she left it was still on the floor. She continues to look me over and I'm starting to wonder if she's okay-or I'm okay-is she comparing me with-I push that thought away.
I finally have to ask, "What?-Something not right?"
"Huh?" I can tell she's distracted-distracted is good. "Oh-no. Everything's good."
"Kennedy?" I'm still not sure what the hell she's doing.
She shrugs, "Just looking for that bookmark I left earlier." I stop the smile that threatens to cover my face as I realize and before another thought enters my mind her teeth graze lightly over my cloth-covered left breast. She snaps her teeth closed as she clears it. "There it is!" She smiles a huge smile.
I laugh at her antics-sometimes I forget she's just a kid really-nineteen. I stop the thoughts that threaten to follow and throw my arms around her neck. She picks me up-I love when she does that-and kisses me passionately-love that too. She moves us to the couch and our lips move together and I moan. The pace is unrushed, steady-just the way I love to kiss her. It intensifies as I find myself sitting on her lap. I pull away needing air-my lungs are starving, but unable to resist we collapse back into another kiss.
She licks my lips and I let her in opening my mouth to her to explore and she does. Her tongue ring is everywhere-both sides of my tongue licking tasting and I moan again.
I feel her pull her lips away only to have her kiss my chin, then lick along the underside of my jaw and down my throat. Goddess what she does to me. Her words add to the fire as they make it through the fog, "Taste so good baby," she says then starts the teasing and tasting again. My head falls back giving her anything she wants as I moan-so close to being lost already.
Her tongue and lips are everywhere kissing and licking first one side of my neck and then the other. Settling at my pulse point she begins to kiss and suck lightly. Goddess-she's slowly killing me-but what a way to go.
Then her hands join the slay-she strokes up and down my sides, then lightly across my breasts-just barely making contact. Now her nails are on my back-tracing patterns of something-can't think to tell you-then she starts it all again. I'm on fire-need her so badly.
For just a second I actually think-hands-I can touch too- I slide my hands into her hair and pull her face back to mine. And I kiss her-passion blazing and she returns it fiercely. I moan yet again as we taste each other.
Then her hand is on my breast so gentle and then not so much as she tweaks it. I arch into her needing so much more-wanting so much more. I pull out of the kiss and gasp, "Need you!"
Her hand settles on the other breast and I can tell she's trying to get my bra unfastened but-the thought of helping fades as she asks, "Where baby? As she plants teasing kisses along my face and neck.
I need air and I pant trying to get it, breathing may be the only thought I have now-the thinking is always the first to go, "Everywhere," I breath out before words no longer work. And just like that she is.
My bra-covered breast is in her mouth, and then the bra is gone and her lips are on me. Lips, wet-warm gently sucking-teeth-biting- "Kennedy!" I arch into her. Then her lips are gone-kisses again against my skin. Lips nursing and the patterns once more.
I moan, gasp, "Stop-" my breath catches, "Stop teasing." I'm panting again.
Then we're kissing-hot-on fire, and I'm standing-but I'm not sure how or why. Then her lips are on me as her hands- my jeans-she's kissing my body-down-as my pants are gone-gone now. Kisses on my hip, licking- kissing. Okay-can't stand now-my legs are-jello-
She helps me step out of my pants-still kissing-then the couch again. I collapse into it. "You like baby?" She asks.
Our eyes meet, need and want there-I think I smile-not think-no-words-Li- "Like-" Moans--need words- "Like it be-better if-" moans again.
I can't stop moaning-her lips are still teasing-kissing my neck my upper chest then she stops, why is she stopping? Talking-Words, "Yeah?" Then her tongue ring is on my neck and her teeth are on my ear. I hiss and arch toward her needing her to not play.
My hands in her hair again I pull her away-she's just watching me-I try to think as I move my hands from her. I reach for the waistband of her jeans deciding two can play-if that's what she wants. "Too many clothes," I manage to say.
She smiles and leans back into me, "No-no clothes at all." Then her tongue and my belly button-she moves in and out- "See?"
"Yours silly," I whimper still trying to get her pants undone-damn fingers won't work. "Goddess!" I cry as her tongue continues to tease at my belly button.
Then she has my hands, "My clothes later," she says.
I just let my hands fall to my sides-and squeak, "K-" and I lay back letting her continue the sweet torture.
Is she trying to kill me? That's my last conscious thought as her lips are kissing, licking and nipping everywhere-everywhere but where I need and want her most. I give up trying to stop the moans-they rule now-my hands slip to her hair again-that's all I can reach.
Now she's moving up again-as she licks the underside of my breast I jump and whimper- "Please!"
"Please what?" She asks knowing the answer.
"I-inside-please!"
Down again, kissing-her lips- "Here?" She asks as she dips her tongue quickly in and out on my belly button.
"No-" I plead- "You know-" I pant out. Lips on my stomach-lower still. "Tease," I whine.
Then closer her lips touch my curls, "Here?"
I moan louder and use my remaining energy to threaten-well try to threaten. I gasp out, "You're-you're so-gonna pay!"
Then her touch-her chin against my swollen nub-I groan and try to force more contact but she's gone. Lower.
I can hear her breathing becoming difficult too and it makes me think about her need. Then one finger feather soft between slick folds. "Or did you mean here?"
"You-wait-" I gasp as her tongue is inside me- "Kennedy!" I scream-and then I'm lost-in her in me.
Then her fingers are inside-one then another, "Yes-" I whisper-my hips moving without thought-thoughts gone. Just feeling. One thought-so close-so close-
Then she's slowing-stopping no-no stopping-goddess. "No!-Don't stop-" What's she- "Goddess!"
Words again so hard to think- "Not stopping, just slowing down," says my Slayer.
I moan again louder, as she speeds up just a bit, "Kenn-so close! Just" before I can finish she kissing me-her tongue making love to my mouth as her fingers continue to move faster-and pressure-rubbing my clit-then lips gone-moving on my neck now-fingers faster-
"Kennedy-KennKennkennkennedy!-" following to the light once and then intense and I shatter-my body won't- I can't-no control-gone. "Iloveyouloveyouloveyou."
"Love you too," I hear her words her lips at my ear.
I can't breath-but I can smile and I do-still trying to control my body. She smiles back and I groan as she removes her fingers. Tingles run through me again. She grins before she puts them in her mouth licking them clean. "Mmmmmm. My favorite.
I feel the blush cross my face, my breathing slower as I wrap my arms around her. Hey something works. "Come'ere," we'll see what else does.
She smiles and leans in, pressing kisses to my cheek and down my jaw, heading to my ear and neck- no I think-not this time baby. I push her up and look into her eyes, "No you don't," I say with a smile.
She smiles back-innocently-but she's not innocent-but not complaining. "What?" She asks as she kisses me chastely.
I shake my head, "My turn," I answer.
She nods and smiles lecherous grin, "Right-that's what I was doing."
I stop her again as she starts to my neck. "Let me try that again.-My turn to give you a turn."
"Oh, okay," she says and moves from me. She stands beside the couch. She looks down at herself and I look too-goddess she's beautiful. "I seem to be over dressed. Wanna help with that?"
I grin and force my body to sit up after what she did to me, it's not as simple as it sounds. My hands move to the waistband of her jeans and I unbutton them slowly, making sure my fingers stay in contact with her stomach and put just enough pressure on her crotch at the same time. While I concentrate on her bottom she pulls her sports bra off and it hits the floor.
Seeing my chance I dart up and kiss between her breasts. Love her breasts-breast girl that's me-always. Her fingers are in my hair and I see her smile. I smile too when I think of all the things I'm gonna do to her, and for her, and with her. It's gonna be some night.
Kennedy's POV
I park the car in the garage and we head into the house, Willow darting inside and I smile at her eagerness. I join her in the living room and, sure enough, she's already loaded the movie. She turns to me with a smile that I return before kicking off my shoes and going to the sofa.
Sitting with my back braced into the corner of the armrest and back, one leg running down the length of the couch, the other, along the armrest. I motion for Willow to join me and, grabbing the remote, she plops down between my legs before leaning back and snuggling into my chest. I wrap my arms loosely around her waist as she starts the movie.
Just like this morning, I quickly get lost in the feeling of her in my arms, especially after not getting to hold her last night. The movie starts and she's quickly engrossed in watching the the animated dinosaurs and their adventures. I just lay my chin gently on her head, watching the movie, but not really paying attention to it. The scent of her hair is intoxicating and that smell brings so many good memories to the front. Memories of love making, of course, but also, just sitting like this, cuddled together, just enjoying being with each other.
I smile at my thoughts and kiss the top of her head, then chuckle as she giggles at the antics of the baby animals on screen. Actually watching for a moment, I realize that we watched this one a few months back. "Hey, I remember this one, now. Didn't we watch this Christmas night, or Christmas day, one of them?"
"Yeah, one of them." she answers, then she turns her head away just long enough to kiss my lips, so light, I almost don't feel it until she's facing the television again.
I smile and softly kiss the back of her head. "Yeah, I thought so. Cera reminds me of Buffy."
"I'm telling her you said she was all bossy!"
I grin and chuckle at her child-like tone. "Like I haven't told her that before. Or Faith hasn't, or Rona, or pretty much all of us but the newbies." Buffy is bossy and Willow knows it, but, if anyone's earned it, it's her. I have to give her a hard time occasionally, to keep her from becoming insufferable, but I actually do respect Buffy. Anyone who's been through what she has, saved the world as often as she has, deserves respect. Even if she is kinda bossy.
My girl smacks my hand and tells me, "Shhhhh! This is the good part."
I smile and lean my head against hers, watching again. After about ten minutes or so, a thought occurs and I nudge Willow. "Feel like some hot chocolate. How about you, sweetie?"
She flashes me a quick smile "That sounds nice!-Yes please-with lots of marshmallows."
I grin and lean around, planting a kiss on a soft cheek. I hold the kiss for a few seconds, savoring the feel of her skin under my lips. Pulling myself back and up from behind my girl, I stand and tell her, "Ok. I'll be right back. Keep my seat warm?" She smiles in response and I head for the kitchen.
Refilling the tea kettle, I start it boiling, then prepare the mugs, one of them oversized to leave room for both cocoa and Will's preferred amount of marshmallows. Setting the bag of mini-marshmallows on the counter, I turn and grab the kettle just as it begins to whistle.
After I mix the two mugs, I return to the living room, finding Willow stretched full length on the sofa. I feel an eyebrow raise briefly, then just shrug. After the day my love has had, I can let her have the whole couch. I can sit on the floor next to her. It'll be enough.
I do so, extending to oversized mug to her. "Here you go, Red," I say softly, taking a sip of my own chocolatey warmth.
She automatically reaches up for the drink, looking up as I sit down. Her eyes follow me to the floor and she pouts as I get comfortable. "Why are you down there?"
I just shrug. "You looked all comfy stretched out like that. I just decided to sit down here and not bother you." I sip at my mug again, me eyes never leaving hers.
Willow smiles slightly, then shakes her head as she rolls up on her side, against the back of the sofa. "Come on up here with me, " she quietly demands. Her arm is stretched toward me, her body curved to show she wants me to lie with her, so she can spoon against me.
I give her a little, half smile, suddenly wanting to tease her her a bit. I let my eyes drop a bit. "If you insist..." I tell her, letting my voice trail off, I hope expectantly.
"If you don't want..." She replies, her smile fading and her eyes clouding up. Ok, teasing bad right now I tell myself sternly and hastily back pedal.
"Will, I was just teasing." Setting my cocoa mug on the table beside hers, I take her hand in mine, I curl the fingers of my other hand and gently run my knuckles along her cheek. I try to let my face show all my love for her, all my determination that her needs come before my own.
"I told you before, baby, I love holding you. I just thought maybe you weren't comfortable the way we were sitting before, that's all." Standing, I quickly lie down on my back beside her. She molds herself to my side, her head on my shoulder and I work my arm around her, slowly, gently stroking her arm and back. I quickly get lost in the sensation of holding her again.
After a moment, I manage to put my brain back to work. "Can you see the tv?"
Willow just snuggles a little closer as she answers, "I can see fine."
Inhaling deeply she tell me, "This feels good. I really just wanted to be all stretchy."
I smile at that. "Ok." Then I give her a little squeeze. "I'm sorry if I made you all upset."
My beautiful witch turns to look a me, concern etched on her face. "No," she says before softly kissing my shoulder, then I feel her lips on my throat and my eyes start to slip closed. She slides her hand around, for balance, my addled mind tells me, as she stretches up to kiss and nibble on my ear. I groan softly as she assaults one of my most sensitive spots
Finally, a thought intrudes and I have to ask, "H-hey. Not that I-I mind, but thought you" I gasp as she sucks on my ear lobe. "wanted to watch your movie?"
"Know how it ends," she assures me with a smile as she turns in my arms and ends up on top of me. I smile in return, then moan as she brings a hand up to cup my left breast. I can't resist any longer and kiss her lips, softly, at first, then our lips begin moving up and down as our passion builds. I moan again into her mouth as she caresses my other breast and bring my hands, stroking, tickling up her back
Willow kisses and licks her way up and down my neck and breathing starts to become a little ragged. Working her way back up to my ear, she flicks her tongue across it before asking, huskily, "Wanna move this up stairs?"
I smile absently. "We can. Course, shades are down in here." I moan, louder, as her hands slide under my top and her nails tickle my stomach. My own hands slide under her shirt and I allow my hands to roam freely, grazing the sides on her own breasts and it's her turn to moan softly.
"Need this off,"she whines as she pulls at my shirt, pouting a little. I pry my eyes open and see her lower lip stuck out a little. Not being able to resist, and not wanting to, I lunge up and suck her lip between my own. Willow moans, still struggling to get my shirt off. My lips never leaving hers, our kiss intensifying, I sit up, her in my lap, the pull my hands from under her shirt and raise them.
She breaks off our kiss, stripping my shirt off and tossing it to the floor. "Better-" she breathes, before fiercely kissing me again.
Our lips move against each other for a few seconds, before I pull back long enough to remove Will's shirt, too. Collapsing back into each other, we kiss again, and it quickly goes from heated to scorching. I lick Willow's lips and she moans into my mouth. I can feel my mind starting to shut down, so I decide to take control.
I break off our kiss and we both pant heavily, trying to get oxygen into starving lungs. "Why'd w-we stop?" Willow asks, breathlessly.
I smile at her, my own breathing erratic, and look at all of her. I can see how excited she's become and my smile turns into a grin. Leaning down, I bare my teeth and nip at her cloth covered breast, my lips grazing across her nipple as I draw back.
"Good answer," she gasps. Her eyes drifting close, she arches her body towards me with a moan as I lick at the other side.
My hands caress and tickle my witch's back and sides before drifting up to unhook her bra. Her hands are not idle as they stroke and tease my skin, but her moves seem a little distracted. Her bra falls away and I immediately lean in and suckle at a raised peak, my fingers play with and gently tug at the other one.
"Kennedy!" Willow moans my name and I smile inwardly. I so love being able to do this to her. "P-please-" she groans.
The need in her voice causes me to abandon her oh so tasty breasts and kiss her again. I almost bruise our lips, my kiss is fierce, my need so great. As I thrust my tongue into her mouth, tasting her, my hands, never idle, begin fumbling with the buttons of her jeans. Pulling back from me with a ragged gasp, Willow falls back along the length of the couch and I follow, bringing her lips to mine again.
Her hands slide into my hair, pulling me closer as I drop one of my legs between hers, the top of my thigh lightly rubbing on her center. She whimpers and tries to get some more friction, but I don't let her, teasing her relentlessly.
Separating, she whispers, "Tease-", her hands still in my hair, tickling my scalp. Her body is still trying to get more friction, but still, I hold back.
I can't help it. I smirk and make to pull away. "You don't like? I can stop-"
I can see the near panic in her face. "Stop-no-don't you dare!" she demands breathlessly and I smile. Leaning in, I start kissing and licking her throat, finally letting my leg bear down a bit. Her hips start moving and I can feel how on fire she is as she rubs her sex against my thigh.
I'm lost in the sensations I'm causing in my love, but something annoying intrudes. At first, I don't know what it is, but finally, my over heated brain registers that it's the phone. Pulling away, I glare at it, wishing I could move things with my mind like my witch. I'd throw the damned thing out the window.
I look down as Willow manages to pant out, "Machine will get it. Need you baby-"
"True. Where were we?" I ask as she pulls my face back to her throat. I lick, then suckle at her pulse point, swiftly getting lost once more as Will moans again.
I'm jarred from heaven by a voice I know well and almost hate right at that moment. "Yo Brat--pick up!"
I stop what I'm doing long enough to groan out, "Ignore her," then return to my suckling kisses. Willow just nods microscopically, her sounds of pleasure becoming more intense.
Again, Faith's voice interrupts. "Give her a break K-need your help."
Growling with frustration, I stop and look at my love. "Remember where we were, baby," I tell her, kissing her lightly before reluctantly climbing off her to stalk over to the phone. I can sense Willow sit up, her eyes following me as I go to answer my fellow Slayer.
I pick up the phone and snarl all my frustration into it. "What?!?"
"Where the hell are you, Brat? I told you to be at Highland Park at six!"
I let my breath out in one explosive annoyed sigh. "Faith, I told Buffy I was taking a few days off. Didn't she tell you?" I can sense Willow coming up behind me, her arms slipping around my waist.
"No, she didn't say anything about that and I already got everything ready for the both of us, so bring yer ass!"
Even though she can't see it, I shake my head. "No, I'm not going anywhere tonight, or for the next few days. Call Rona." I gasp a bit, my anger with Faith fading as Willow kisses and teases my shoulder and neck. Leaning around me, her tongue flicks my ear as she whispers, "Tell her to go away."
Faith's next words, though jerk me back to the conversation and really piss me off. "No, damn it! Rona doesn't have anywhere near the training to help me with the newbies. You and Red can screw til dawn if you want after, but I need you here, now!"
Pulling away from Will a little in my anger, I demand, "God damn it, Faith! Is Buffy dead again?"
"Not that I know of, but what -"
I cut her off. "Are you crippled in any way?"
"I'm five by five, but that doesn't-"
Again, I don't let her finish her thought, yelling into the phone, "Then you don't need me!" This little chat is really causing me to lose my cool and screwing up my mood. I'm not really sure which is making me angrier.
Willow whispers in my ear again, and I realize which one it is. "I need you." I look back over my shoulder, smiling at her. She returns it with a much more seductive one. A smile full of promises of pleasures to come if I can just get off the damned phone.
Willow pulls my face around and kisses me, lightly at first, but, as her lips begin moving against mine in a slow, unhurried pace, I forget about Faith.
"Didn't want to tell, Junior, but Ginny's already got hurt tonight. One of the reason I need you here, really."
I almost miss her words, but when they register, I wrench myself away from Willow's lips, something I've never done before. My thoughts immediately turn to the younger, almost painfully shy Slayer I've been training. What the hell was she doing out there tonight? Unlike me, Ginny had no idea she had the potential to be a Slayer. Like Buffy, the first idea she had of her destiny was when my goddess' spell flooded her body with power, power she didn't understand. She'd only been with us for about a month and I didn't think she was quite ready for patrol.
I barely feel my girl's arms leave me, my attention completely on Faith for the first time since I answered her call. "How the hell did she get hurt? And what's she doing out there? I said she wasn't ready!"
"B said she could go, so I brought her. She's not bleeding, but I'm no doc, so not sure. You need to get here. She's asking where you are, K."
I cover the mouthpiece and look back at my love. "Faith says Ginny is hurt bad, and I need to come." She just nods, her arms falling to her sides.
I turn my attention back to the phone. "Ok, where are you?"
"Highland Park, near the Gordon crypt. Know it?"
"Yeah, I do. I'll be there quick as I can." I hang up the phone and inhale deeply, sighing the air out in annoyance and worry. I promised Willow I wouldn't go anywhere for a few days. That I was hers alone and I already have to break that promise. Sighing again, I turn to face her, remorse on my face
Bad sign. Anyone else, except maybe Buffy, would say she has no expression on her face. I know better though, and I cringe inwardly.
"Let me guess - you need to go."
I look at her, pleading for understanding with my eyes and voice. "I don't want to, but Faith said Ginny was hurt pretty bad. I need to go. At least to check on her."
Willow just stares, absently crossing her arms over her chest covering her nakedness. I must be worried. I hadn't even noticed she was still topless til then. "Faith says so-"
I'm puzzled by her tone. She sounds angry, which I totally get. She thought I was free for a few nights and here I go, heading out again. I really hope she believes I wouldn't if it weren't for a girl I've been training being hurt. The rest of her tone, though, I'm not sure I understand, not sure what it is.
I try to be reassuring, that Faith wouldn't have lied after I told her I wasn't coming. That it must be the truth. "Look, I know Faith can sometimes stretch the truth a bit, but not about something like this. If she says Ginny's hurt, she is."
Willow partially turns from me and looks down, clearly thinking. I try once more to get her to believe I'd rather stay, but can't. "I wouldn't leave it it wasn't serious, you know that.
Finally, she turns back to me and her eyes meet mine. "Go check on her."
I smile and sweep her into my arms, kissing her soundly. "Thank you, baby! Are you sure?" I search her eyes and see acceptance that this is an emergency.
She smiles back. It's her teasing smile I love so much and it warms me more than I can ever tell her. "Yeah, I'm sure, but you owe me."
I let my forehead touch hers as I continue to lose myself in her eyes. "I'll be home as fast as I can so you can collect. I just want to make sure she's gonna be ok, then I'll be right back to you, promise!"
Will pulls back a bit, nodding, then kisses me again. It's a quick, but heartfelt kiss and it leaves my lips tingling, yearning for more of them. Instead, I smile at her, a teasing, leering smile I can tell by her response. "After all, I have a bookmark I wanna talk to you about!"
Her eyebrows draw, confused a little, I can tell, but also curious. "Bookmark? "
"The one I put where we were before Faith showed she has no sense of timing!" I wink at her, laughing as I quickly get dressed again, stopping only to toss Willow her top.
She puts in on, then says, "Well, I think I'll unplug the phone, just so there's no more interrupts." She reaches behind the table where we keep that phone on does just that.
I grin, then think of something. "What about the one in the bedroom?" I finish with my shoes and stand, reaching for my coat.
"I'll get that while you're gone, the one in the kitchen too!" She smiles at me. "Hurry back-be careful!"
I caress her cheek as I pass her. "I will, to both." I cross to the door and grab my small Slayer bag. Hand on the door knob, I stop as an idea passes through. "Hey, how about I pick up some ice cream while I'm out?"
Willow smiles. "I like ice cream-"
I grin in reply. "I know. What kind are you in the mood for?
"Something chocolatey, please."
I nod, knowing her sweet tooth. "Rocky road? Or chocolate chip cookie dough?"
She just smiles again and shrugs. "Surprise me, sweetie."
I smile back a little. "I can do that. I'll be back as fast as I can!" As I close the door, I stop long enough to call, "Love you!" then I'm racing down the walkway to my bike. Jumping on, I tear out of our driveway, my mind already mapping out the shortest distance to the graveyard Faith told me about. All I can think of is, the sooner I get there and make sure Ginny is gonna be ok, the faster I get back into my goddess's arms. That thought warms me as the harsh April temperatures cut into me. I speed up, ignoring the cold, a smile on my face.
Cutting through a couple of alleys, I make it to the Highland Park graveyard in near record time, even though I almost have to peel my hands off the handlebars. Parking and locking my bike, I start jogging through the cemetery, senses on alert, but mostly just heading toward the crypt Faith told me they were at. My thoughts are on seeing if Ginny needs a doctor, or can her Slayer healing take care of it with a little field medicine. I really hope she doesn't need to go to the hospital, cause they really wig me out. Not as bad as Faith, but I wasn't in a coma for over eight months, so I can understand why she won't go near one unless she's literally dragged there.
Coming around a small group of pine trees, I spy a group of women clustered around a mausoleum and smile as I see them, my fellow Slayers. Well, new Slayers, most of whom are still being trained, but still, I'm glad to see them. Then I notice a small, blonde haired figure leaning against a gravestone, talking to one of the older girls, Mari.
Running up to her, I look her over, not spotting any obvious bruises or cuts, not even a scrape. A little breathless from my run, I ask her, "Ginny, are you ok? Faith said you were hurt bad and I should get here as fast as I could!"
The young girl just looks at me, her face plainly showing her confusion. "No, I'm not hurt." Then she blushes a bit, and admits, "Well, I did get hurt, a little. I mean, a vampire was trying to get passed me and pushed me. I stumbled and twisted my ankle pretty bad. Mari said she thought it was sprained, but it's almost quit hurting now."
She took a few steps, limping a little, but not much, to show she was ok. I felt a wave of relief sweep through me. Against my better judgment, I'd started to regard the smiling girl in front of me as almost a little sister. The thought that she might have been badly hurt had scared me almost as much as thinking of Willow hurt. I immediately and automatically shy away from those thoughts. Willow getting hurt is a special nightmare, one that sometimes wakes me in a trembling, cold sweat.
Shaking my head, I return my mind to the Slayer in training before me. "You sprained your ankle?" I ask, incredulously. "That's it?"
She just nods. "Yep! Didn't get to stake the vamp that did it, either." she reports, disgustedly. "I think Kim got him, so at least he didn't get away, right?"
Now that I know she's fine,I can feel my anger starting to build. "Yeah, but what are you doing out here, anyway? Didn't I tell you I didn't think you were ready for patrolling yet?" I know my voice is harsh, but I stare at her, waiting for an answer.
She blushes and looks at the ground, wincing a little at the anger in my voice and I try to tone it down a bit. "It's ok, Ginny. I just want to know what's going on, ok? I was going to take you out next week, so you're just a little early. Get it?" She gives me a small smile and nods. "Ok, then. Faith said Buffy ok'ed you coming tonight, that right?"
The girls just shrugs. "Don't know. Faith just came to my room and said I was going tonight and to get ready." She pauses, then looks at me, sorrowfully, it seems to me. "You're really not mad?" she asks, a little tremor in her voice.
I smile and put my hand on her shoulder. "Not with you, little girl," I assure her, then laugh as she bristles at being called that. "Can you get home ok?"
Mari, the older Slayer beside her and our field medic, answers for her. "She'll be fine in an hour or so. Don't worry, Sarge, I'll make sure she gets home and tucked in safely."
I nod to her and then look around, my anger rekindling. "Do you know where Faith is? I really need to talk to her before I head back home."
Both girls point off to my left and I look that way, finally spotting a familiar brown head standing with Rona. My eyes narrow and my fury redoubles. Hadn't Faith told me she didn't want Rona with her? Yet, here they both were. I barely remember to nod to the younger Slayers before storming off toward my "superior", intending to tell what she screwed up and where she can put her damned "emergency"!
***
I bring my bike to a tire shredding stop, hopping off almost before it comes to a halt. I can't remember a time I was ever this furious. Well, maybe a couple, but I don't remember them, so they don't count, do they? Locking first my helmet in the storage bin, then my bike, I stalk up to the house and go in, slamming the door behind, not even thinking that Will might be asleep.
Dropping my Slayer bag, I strip off my coat, snarling under my breath, "God damn stupid bitch!" God, I'm so mad at Faith, I could beat her to death, pulling me out of here for no reason. And lying to me! Making me think Ginny was really hurt. And then, just when I thought I'd made my point, to... I can't even think it.
"Kennedy?"
I spin toward the darkened living room, just in time for a light to appear, one that silhouettes my goddess. My breath catches and my anger diminishes as I see her, my soul calming instantly at the sight of it's other half. "Willow? What are you still doing up?"
She smiles at my question. "Waiting for you, of course." She says this as if it's the most obvious thing in the world and I blush as I realize it is, that I would've done the same thing. Her smile fades, though, as she sees how upset I still am. "Sweetie? What happened?"
Her question causes my anger to surge to front again and I scowl, feeling my lips peel back in a soundless snarl as I think about the last couple hours. I start pacing the length of the living room. "Faith! That's what happened. She called me out there for fucking nothing!"
I can see Willow's eye get bigger at that. She really doesn't like it when I curse, so I've pretty much stopped, adopting a lot of her speech mannerisms. So she knows, if I've reverted to my old patterns, I'm truly furious. She quickly crosses the room, forcing me to stop, and pulls me into a tight hug. I return it briefly, before starting to stalk around the room again, my body almost shaking as the anger that the sight of my love chased away comes back with a vengeance.
"Ginny's not hurt?" she asks, her voice laced with equal parts concern and confusion.
My pacing picks up speed as I think of what happened earlier. "Oh, yeah! Real life threatening injury, too!" I stop and look at Willow, and I know my face is showing all the anger I have burning a hole in my gut. "She sprained her damned ankle!"
Will just repeats, in a somewhat hollow voice, "Ankle."
I nod, savagely. "She was already walking on it by the time I got there." I start pacing again, my arms swinging wildly as I gesture. "Faith did not need me at all!"
"Then why did she call you?" Willow asks, her eyebrows drawn down into a frown and her voice sounding little angry.
"I'm not really sure. Maybe she just wanted me there for some reason." I try to hedge, not wanting to say anything more.
My love stops my walking again by standing in front of me and not letting me pass. "But Ginny not hurt is good right?" Her tone and body language as she asks say she's trying to calm me down again, and it begins working. A little, for a moment.
I blow out a breath hard, then nod. "Yeah, she'll be fine in the morning." I look at Willow with narrowed eyes and a scowl. "Faith may not be, though."
"Why? What else happened?" Will takes my hand and leads me over to the couch.
I blush, embarrassed. "I was really pissed, you know?" As we sit, I look down at the floor unable to meet her gaze. "I told her what we were doing when she called." I know better than that. I know my redheaded beauty doesn't like to talk about of love life.
Willow blushes bright red. "That may fall into the too much information category sweetie." Her grip on my hand tightens a little, her tone lightly scolding.
"I know, but I was mad. There's more. She - she said if that was all it was, she could take care of it." I add, instantly regretting it. I didn't really want to tell her that, but I guess I have to be honest, tell her the rest. "Willow, she tried to pull me into a hug, or something. I think she wanted to kiss me." I add, looking my girl in the eyes. As usual, I fight to keep from falling into them.
Will surges to her feet and picks up my pacing where I left off. "She what?" she asks, harshly.
"Don't worry! I pulled away and told her to stop. That I was going home!" I tell her, trying to reassure her that I didn't let anything happen. As I look at her, I realize it's not doing much good. She's angry, though I can tell she's fighting it. She's shaking her head slightly, like she's seeing things she doesn't like. I get up and, doing what she did for me, stand in front of her.
She turns away to start the opposite direction. "Sweetie, you know you're the only one I want. Always. I'll never want anyone else. I won't let anyone else have me, either."
I wait until she stops and turns back to me, looking at me, before adding, "I'm yours, and yours only, and you belong to me. That's the way I see things, anyway."
My love crosses back to me and pulls me into a hug that I gladly return. "Yeah. I know" We stand there for moment, then she adds softly in my ear, "Tell me you kicked her ass."
I have to laugh at that, at least, a little. Pulling out of the hug, but not letting Willow go, I look into her eyes, affirming, "I will."
"Promise?" she asks, looking wistful.
I just nod. "She is so dead tomorrow. I think I'll go look for a sparring partner" I can feel a wicked smile of anticipation cross my face. "I'm gonna make sure she knows there's two people in Cleveland she can't have. Ever."
Willow gives me a puzzled look. "You-who's the other one?"
I just smile at her. "You, silly," I answer, as if it was obvious.
She bites her bottom lip and gives me a little half smile. I groan very softly. It's not the sexiest thing she does, but it gets my hormones going every time. "Can I watch?"
I smile again and shrug. "If you want." I agree as I kiss her softly. I feel a smirk cross my face as an image pops into my head. "Will you wear a cheerleader outfit?"
Willow just rolls her eyes and smiles as she shakes her head before kissing me. Suddenly, she pulls away and frowns, asking, "Hey, where's my ice cream?"
I groan and smack my head. "I was so mad at Faith I forgot. I'm sorry. I can go get it"
I turn to leave again, but my girl pulls me into another kiss, and I eagerly comply. Never gonna get enough Willow kissage, I think. "Don't need it," she assures me when we break for air.
I smile easily, if a little breathlessly. "No, I guess not. Get some tomorrow?"
She smirks and cocks an eyebrow playfully. "Get some tonight," she says, grabbing the bottom of my shirt and quickly stripping it from me. I raise my arms automatically.
I remember something I told her before I left and a grin flashes across my lips before I school my expression to nothing but intense concentration. Like I'm looking for something that's hard to find. My eyes roving across her upper body, I make a little show of looking her over.
"Move to the couch?" she asks before kissing me again.
I gladly return her kiss, but don't move except to take her top off as well. Hmmmm. She put her bra back on while I was out. I look around her torso and chest, at her ears, the curve of her back, all the while fighting the smile that threatens constantly.
Her face shows her confusion at my actions and again, I almost smile. "What? Something not right?"
"Huh?" I look at her distracted, then let my expression clear. "Oh, no. Everything's good."
"Kennedy?"
I shrug. "Just looking for that bookmark I left earlier." Moving swiftly, I let my teeth graze lightly over her cloth covered left breast, snapping my teeth together as they clear her flesh. "There it is!" I say, smiling hugely.
Willow just laughs at my antics and throws her arms around my neck. I dip and pick her up in my arms, kissing her passionately as soon as I straighten. As I move over to the sofa, our lips begin to move, both of us and she moans into my mouth. Slowly up and down, our pace unrushed, our kiss intensifies. When I feel my knee touch the edge of the couch, I spin and sit, Willow in my lap, never releasing her lips.
My witch pulls away for a moment, both of us panting air into starving lungs, then we collapse back into another kiss. I lick her lips, asking and receiving permission to enter. I taste her mouth, licking both sides of her tongue, teasing her with my tongue ring and she moans again. I stifle a small groan of my own, then break our lips apart.
Leaning back in, I kiss her chin, then lick along the underside of her jaw and down her throat. "Taste so good, baby," I murmur between teasing kisses, and Willow tilts her her back with a moan, allowing me free access to her neck. I run my tongue down one side of her throat, tasting her, down to the hollow of her throat, then back up to her pulse point, kissing and sucking there, lightly. I can feel her rapid pulse and I smile inwardly, delighted at the effect I'm having.
My hands, idle too long, start stroking up and down her sides, then cross over to lightly brush across her breasts, still covered by her bra. I deliberately keep the contact so light, they almost don't touch her, then pull my fingers away, running them and my nails back down her sides and around to her back, tracing a small pattern between her shoulder blades. After a moment, I repeat everything.
I feel Willow's hands slide into my hair as she pulls my face back to hers. She presses a passion filled kiss onto my lips. I return her kiss fiercely, tasting her lips and tongue again. Willow moans yet again.
Bringing my left had around, I abandon the pattern I had started, settling it on her breast, switching between gently touching and tweaking the hardening nipple there. My girl arches into my touch, breaking our kiss with a gasped, "Need you!"
As my right hand fiddles with the clasp on her bra, I smile and ask "Where, baby?" before planting little teasing kisses along her her face and neck.
Panting for air and control of her thoughts, judging by her lost expression, she replies breathlessly, "Just everywhere!"
Leaning down, I replace my hand with my lips, suckling through the cloth covering her delicious flesh. Both hands now free, I make short work of that damned bra clasp, pulling it away quickly. Removing my lips long enough to allow the garment to be stripped off, I switch sides, gently, but swiftly biting her other hardened peak, before sucking it between my lips and nursing.
Willow again arches into me, crying out my name. I grin as I stop what I'm doing and kiss her nipple, then the inside of that breast, down the valley between them and up the other one, ending up suckling again for a moment. I start tracing random patterns across her back as I begin kissing and licking my way back across her chest.
Willow, moans, then gasps out, "Stop-" her breath catches, then she tries again. "Stop-teasing," she says breathlessly.
I smile and capture her lips in a searing kiss. Gathering her close, I stand up, then set her on her feet. Unsnapping her jeans, I kiss and nibble my way down her body, never stopping as I push the last of her clothing off her. As I pass her hip, licking and kissing my way down her leg, I can feel her trembling and shaking like her knees might give out.
Reaching up, I take both her hands in mine, steadying her as she steps out of the puddle of clothes around her feet. Moving from her right leg to her left, I kiss and nibble my way back up, mirroring my journey down, guiding her back to the sofa as I do.
Losing contact for a second as she lies back, I smile and ask, still teasing, "You like, baby?"
She looks into my eyes, her own smoldering with need and want. She smiles a little absently, her mind clearly fighting hard to form words. "Like..." she agrees and I smile broadly before leaning in to kiss her lips again. God, how I love doing this to her!
Willow utters a gasping moan, then manages to say, "Like better if..."
She breaks off with more lost moans as I start pressing little, teasing, suckling kisses along her neck and upper chest. I stop for a second, asking, "Yeah?" before running my tongue ring up her neck and lightly biting her ear lobe.
She draws in a hissing breath and arches toward me as I start repeating my earlier patterns with my hands.
Her hands are suddenly in my hair, pulling me away, and I watch her, her breathing labored. She visibly gathers her thoughts, pulling her hands from my head, she reaches for the waistband of my jeans, mumbling, "Too many clothes."
I smile and lean back to her, telling her, "No. No clothes at all." I flick my tongue in and out of her belly button lightning quick. "See?"
"Yours silly-" she whimpers, still trying to unsnap my pants, but her fingers don't seem to want to cooperate. I grin. Might have something to do with my tongue stud circling her navel, occasionally dipping into it, or kissing her tummy. "Goddessss!" she moans and my grin gets bigger.
I grab her hands in mine. "My clothes? Later." I assure her. Right now, I want to concentrate on her pleasure only.
Her hands drop to her sides and she squeaks out, "'K" before just lying back and letting do what I want.
I let my grin slip away as I concentrate on pleasing my goddess. Starting from where I am, I kiss, lick and nibble my way back down her legs, keeping to her inner thighs, but never touching her heated center. When I get to her knee, I kiss it, then switch to the other leg. Using my tongue ring, I run it up the inner surface of her left thigh, ending with a sucking kiss just below her hip.
Willow gives off near continuous squealing moans, threading her fingers in my hair and tickling my scalp. I can feel my own body beginning to hum harder, aroused by what I'd doing to my girl. Continuing up her body, I plant little kisses up her hip, then tummy, ending with a flick of my piercing across the underside of a breast.
Willow jumps, whimpering, "Please!"
I lean up a little, looking at her face. Smiling at her, seeing her closed eyes, her rapid breathing, I tease, "Please, what?"
"I-inside-please!"
Still smiling, I kiss my way quickly back down a now familiar path. "Here?" I ask, dipping my tongue quickly in and out of her navel again.
"No-" she whimpers. "You know-" I kiss her tummy, then below her belly button. "Tease" she whines
Grinning, I press a kiss into soft, wet curls. "Here?" I breath in the intoxicating smell of my girl at her most excited and I nearly abandon my teasing to attack her immediately, but barely manage to hold back.
Willow moans loudly, then gasps out "You're-you're so--gonna pay!" she threatens me, but so breathlessly, I have to smile a little. Dropping my lower jaw, I feel my chin graze very lightly over the swollen button at the top of her throbbing sex. She groans and bears down, trying to force more contact, but I've already backed away a few inches, moving lower.
Grinning widely, my own breathing becoming difficult as my own excitement mounts, I run my finger feather light up Will's slick folds. "Or did you mean here?" I lean in and kiss her inner thigh, so close to her center, the heat rolling off scorches my cheek.
"You---wait--"
Not being able to wait any longer, I turn my head, plunging my tongue into her before she can finish what she was saying. Whatever it was changes to my name being screamed out as I graze my fingertip across her engorged clit. I lap at her most intimate area, lost in the heavenly taste, like a cat laps up spilled milk. I can feel my own sex weeping and my hips start moving a little, rubbing myself against the crotch of my jeans.
After a few minutes, I replace my tongue with one of my fingers, switching to licking the outer areas and flicking my tongue stud lightly across Willow's nubbin. A moment later I add another finger and start to slowly pump them into her.
"Yes--" she whispers as her body responds to what I'm doing by her hips raising to meet my hand's thrusts
I keep this up for several minutes, alternating where I lick or kiss, but never stopping my pumping fingers. Will gives a groaning scream when I take her clit between my lips and suckle for a few seconds. Sensing she's close to her orgasm, I slow my fingers and start kissing my way up her again, relishing the taste of her sweat soaked body .
"No! Don't stop-" she whines as I slow to a near stop. "Goddess!" she whimpers in frustration as I briefly kiss each nipple before continuing up her body.
I smile and assure her, "Not stopping, just slowing down." To show I'm telling the truth, I speed my hand fractionally and Willow lets go with another whining moan.
"Kenn-so close! Just-"
I kiss her fiercely, letting her taste herself, my lips moving up and down, my tongue exploring every inch of her mouth, teasing and tickling her tongue. I speed my hand as I kiss her, my fingers plunging and withdrawing faster and faster, my thumb stretching up and rubbing the top of her center.
I pull away for a second, both of us gasping for air, then kiss her again, harder, more intensely as I feel a jolt go through her body, her moans near continuous. Tearing my mouth away from hers, I attack her neck, sucking and nibbling as I increase the speed of my fingers even more.
A bright, light appears before my eyes as I feel an orgasm start through me. As I fall, Willow screams again and her heated channel clamps down on my fingers.
She starts near chanting my name as her orgasm rips through her, then stops as a second builds on the first and hits her even harder. Her body writhes, pulling her neck away from me. I slow my hand, not wanting to hurt her, just leaning back watching her, enjoying what I've done.
"Iloveyouloveyouloveyou," she calls, her words blending together, her mind still fogged.
I smile and lean in, whispering into her ear, "Love you, too," before kissing her ear. I finally stop my hand but don't withdraw it. Willow struggles to control her ragged breathing and I have to admit, mine's not much better, then a slow smile crosses her face and I give her an answering one.
Easing my fingers from her body at last, I grin teasingly at her whine before popping them in my mouth and licking them clean. "Mmmmmm. My favorite!"
Willow smiles, though she blushes slightly. Her breathing more under control and slower, she brings her hands up, slipping her arms loosely around me. "Come 'ere."
I smile in return and lean it, presses little kisses on her cheek and down her jaw line, heading for her ear and neck, intending to start everything over again.
Her hands pressing against my shoulders, Willow pushing me back and up to where she can see my eyes. "No you don't-" she says with a smile.
I smile back, innocently. "What?" I plant a chaste kiss on her heated lips. "I don't get another turn?"
My love shakes her head. "My turn."
I nod understandingly, my smile becoming a lecherous grin. "Right. That's what I was doing."
I try to bend down to get to her again, but she stops me. "Let me try that again-my turn to give you a turn." She tells me this as if she's explaining to an idiot, which, truth to tell, aren't I, when it comes to her?
"Oh, ok." I smile and climb off her, signaling my surrender to her wishes. Standing beside the couch, I look down at myself, still in a sweat soaked sports bra, jeans and boxers, the latter two with a huge wet spot in the crotch, showing where I came when she did. "I seem to be over dressed. Wanna help with that?"
Will grins at me, sitting up with difficulty. Her hands go to the waistband of my jeans, unbuttoning them slowly, making sure to maintain contact with the skin of my overheated stomach. As she fumbles with my pants, I strip off my soaked bra, throwing it to the floor.
As soon as the stretchy garment clears my body, Willow darts up and presses a kiss between my breasts and I gasp, driving my fingers into her hair. I smile and let my conscious mind go. I'm hers, to do whatever she wants to with. Forever.
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