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See Chapter 1 for Ratings and Disclaimers
I search through a cabinet, two spoons in one hand and bowls on the counter in front of me. I turn when I hear my girl close the back door and smile-saying, "Ice cream-we need ice cream-can you get it outta the fridge sweetie?"
She returns my smile and opens the freezer. I continue on my mission, setting the bowls and stuff on the table. I hear her softly grumbling under her breath. She says, "Sorry, baby, but we're out. Want me to go get some?"
I look up at her surprised and a little disappointed. I had a great plan. "We're out?" I ask pouting slightly. Before she can answer I get another great idea-no, not great-greater than great-really great-super great. I grin wildly. "We don't need any-"
"We don't?" I can hear the confusion in her simple words.
"Nope," I answer. As she looks at me my grin still in place, I wiggle the bottle of chocolate sauce enticingly. "Come'ere!"
I see her smile broadly and I know instantly she knows my plan. I don't however get the response I was expecting. Instead of my beautiful sexy Slayer in my arms I see her pout and shake her finger at me."I thought you wanted to not play for a day?" She asks.
I simply smile and I can tell she's curious now more than ever. I speak softly-a little tease in my voice. "We can practice stopping. Right?" With a grin she snatches the bottle from my hand and takes a step back. Startled, I start to protest, "Hey!" But she just smirks and squirts my chocolate into her mouth. Without thought, okay there was some thought-like that's mine-or hey you-that was my idea. I reach and take the bottle back with some authority. "That's mine!" She's still smirking at me, no-now it's just a grin but still-then I hear it in my mind-her challenge. [Come and get it baby.]
So that's how she wants to play it, okay-I can do that. I think to myself as I smile back at my love-my lover-I pull her close to me, so close I can feel her heart pounding and I know she can hear mine. I lean in and kiss her, but it's not just a kiss-it's toe curling, as I thrust my tongue into her mouth. I hear her moan as I caress her tongue-it's my chocolate and I'm gonna get it. Every teeny tiny drop no matter how long it takes. When it's finally gone and so is my oxygen I slowly pull away. I pant and lick my lips-the last taste of chocolatey goodness gone. I almost pout till I hear my girl's moaned whisper.
"Mmmm! That's what I call chocolatey goodness!"
I smile evilly at my Slayer, then get the chocolate sauce bottle and turn it up, letting it drip down over her chin and across her upper chest. I growl inside as I watch her shiver as the cool liquid slithers across her skin and hear the start of her giggled complaint of "Hey!" but it is lost as I devour her-my lips and tongue chase my yummy treat as I lick and kiss down her body after it.
Her head falls back giving me all the room I need as I clean up my mess. As I thoroughly clean her chin and neck my mind and body start to race-not sure if it's the chocolate or her but I feel the beginning buzz. "Mmmm, love chocolatey Kennedy!" I whisper at her ear.
I feel her thread her fingers into my hair, lightly teasing my scalp and neck. It is an amazing feeling and I want to tell her that but I can't bring myself to pull away as I continue to lick and kiss away the chocolate on her throat and start on her upper chest. A moan escapes her and I know she is getting lost-I know I would be. I'd be a puddley mess on the floor. Floor-the thought strikes me as I figure her legs won't last much longer but I get a better idea.
I start backing us up, we stop when her back hits the counter's edge. Pulling away from her I pant out, "Up, baby," then resume the teasing licks and kisses-I can't get enough of her. [Never get enough] my mind tells me like I need reminded. [Silly head.]
Then suddenly my yummy treat is gone as she pulls away. Our eyes meet and she tries to form words-oops maybe I broke her. [Hehehe] I think to myself. [Poor Slayer.]
Then I hear her breathless, "We - we need to stop now, or try our deal again another day."
And just so you know, I don't like them. I pull back with a profound pout. "Stopping now," I grumble. I can't believe she's stopping us, but she's right I guess. I reach passed her for the bottle ready to put it away.
Then just as suddenly as we stopped she is pulling me to her and kissing me. Kissing me silly just so you know. When we finally come up for air, I hear her whining, "You weren't supposed to listen to me!"
[I always listen,] I think to myself then amend it. [Most of the time.] Smiling softly at her, looking at one side of her neck. "Just one more little bit right here-" I lean back in, attacking her neck again. She grins and her head falls to the opposite side giving me room to play.
My lips and tongue tease her neck and I know I'm driving her crazy. I hear the moan escape her lips as I work down her throat again. I can tell she is getting lost again but my job is done. [Best job I ever had,] I tell myself as I pull away again telling my Slayer, "All gone now."
I move from in front of her and hop onto the counter as she watches on disbelief. I sit there, grinning at her and swinging my legs-every once in a while they bang against the cabinet below me. I watch the emotions play across her face as she tries to find her way back. Then I see the wild look in her eyes and know we're so not finished playing and a silent Yea! escapes my thoughts.
Everything happens in a whirl of movement. Then the next thing I know Kennedy is standing in front of me, shirt and bra gone with chocolate dripping from her in all the right places. I swallow hard as I look at her breasts covered in the yummy treat and my heart pounds. [Hey, what can I say? Breast girl here-add chocolate-well what do you expect?]
I try to be stern though, we did have a deal-then her words make it through to me. "Not all gone, see? Still lots of messes to clean up!"
I pretend to want to stop I mean the no sex was my idea after all-I give her this little admonishing look. "This is so not stopping sweetie."
"Sure it is as long, as our pants stay on," she counters.
She brings up a good point, is it sex if our pants stay on? My mind starts to argue with itself and it's a heated battle in there as the pros and cons are debated. I wish Sunnydale High had had a debate team it might have been fun. Okay so off topic where did that come from? With the thinking and the way too much sugar not to mention the chocloatey half-dressed woman in front of me I start to waiver.
I see her turn a little, like she's gonna leave. Then I hear her words, "I can always just go shower."
Still my mind and my body battle. Logic versus emotion- [Hell with logic-] I think to myself as I pull her close and wrap my legs around her waist just to show I'm not letting go. I trap her firmly in place. Just where I want her. I give her a look-it takes everything I have not to growl as I smile and crash our lips together.
The kiss is deep and thorough leaving no doubts. I break it for air and pull back a little and I hear her whimper, but it turns to a deep throaty moan as I bend just a little and start my job again. I kiss and lick the chocolatey mess away-slowly, teasingly. Her head falls back and I know this yummy treat is all mine-for always and I attack.
I alternate between soft kisses, playful biting and long slow licks as I tease to the point to insanity. My fingers play at her sides caressing her there-softly, barely touching her there. I feel her slight shiver and hear her moan but it's not contented, she wants so much more. Then I hear her words that confirm what I already know,"W-will! Please!"
She needs me, wants me and still to this day that just amazes me. She could have anyone, but she chose me, "Want something Sweetie?" I watch her struggle to find her way back, to be able to form words. She does the same to me when we make love-leaves my mind in a jumbled puddley mess.
I hear a breathless, "Please!" from my Slayer and I can't stop the smirk as I watch her eyes slam shut again as I bend back down lick up a line of chocolate that starts at her toned stomach. I hesitate just a second to order my sugary brain and then chose a path. I run the flat of my tongue up the underside of her left breast, almost up to the nipple. "Willow!" I hear her gasp my name, knowing she is so close.
Then just to be fair, I do the same to the right side, but this time, I flick my tongue against her nipple. The moan I hear pushes me closer as well and I can't help but give her more of what she wants and needs. Without thought I suddenly have the same nipple between my lips, suckling and I feel her just arch into my touch, gasping my name once more.
"Is that the phone-" I whispers disbelievingly as I stop with a pout and move back a little. Then I feel her plunge her hands into my hair, drawing me up her body. [No-] I want to scream- not finished yet, but before I can protest, she claims my lips in a passionate kiss. She immediately slips her tongue between her lips. I try to pull away again cause the annoying phone filters through my mind again-past the sugary high and the lust- "Phone-" I pant out, but I can't stop myself as I lean into another kiss. As we kiss, I feel her lick my lips, a brief thought enters, [She must want chocolate too.] Our lips move against and with each others as my tongue caresses hers and hers does the same with mine. We share the sweet taste of my treat back and forth for a while until I once more break off our kiss. Both of us pant for air. Again I try, "Phone sweetie."
I watch her fight her way back, "Huh?"
I give a small smile and repeat, "Phone," just before I drop my legs from around her waist and jump off the counter and start toward the offending phone on the other side of the room.
She spins toward me, whining, "No!"
I stop and look back at her, one eyebrow raised. "No?"
My pouting Slayer walks over and stand right beside me her eyes big and sad. "Don't wanna stop!" She tells me in a growling whine.
I turn to my lover with a teasing grin. "Not stopping," I assure her, then kiss her softly.
I love it when she smiles at me like that, she wraps her arms around me and returns my kiss, taking it from nice to scorching in a no time flat. We collapse into each other, swaying a little to keep standing, since we're both a little distracted right now.
Somewhere in the distance I hear a click as the telephone stops ringing and my machine voice can be heard, telling the caller to leave a message after the beep. Our kiss ends and after a quick breath to get fresh oxygen into our lungs, we resume, then break off abruptly and stare at the answering machine as the message starts.
"Yo-Brat-pick up"
"Faith," my word comes out as a growl while my Slayer just stares at the machine speechless.
"K-I need to talk about last night."
Kennedy roll her eyes and groans, then asks me, "What? Has she got cameras in here?!?"
That woman is unbelievable! Then Kenn's words soak in-cameras-it's possible I guess the Trio managed it. "Maybe-I hope not." I look around the room a little nervous, then back at my girl. I try to hide the impatience but I can't. "Just answer her and tell her to go away," I whine.
I watch as she stalks over to the phone and pick it up, flatly stating, "I said everything I wanted to night before last, Faith. Go away."
Happy my girl is standing up to her I kiss and lick at her shoulder. I want her. I can hear Faith talking but her words are a garbled mess. Kennedy's however are quite clear.
"I don't give a shit about that," my Slayer growls, gripping the phone tighter. I hear her snarl, "The answer's still no! Why don't you have one of the girls look up the word 'vacation' for you and get them to explain it to you, since you don't seem to get it!"
My Slayer has a temper and it's about to blow, I try to distract her a little by kissing her shoulder again and letting my tongue taste her skin.
"Damn it, Faith! I told you the other night, if Ginny and Cassie are the last two Slayers alive in Cleveland, have Giles call me. Otherwise, leave me the fuck alone!"
Oops- okay that didn't work, new plan. Maybe we should just confront her face to face and explain it in little words she'll understand. [Where is she? We should meet her.]
She looks back over her shoulder, right into my calm green eyes. [Why?] she sends back but before I can answer her shakes her head and adds, [I don't wanna see psycho bitch.]
[Well we owe her something.] I try to reason with my girl. [There was the whole ass kicking thing. Maybe now's a good time.] I kiss her shoulder again and then lock my eyes on her. [Okay?] I add that little puppy dog look just in case.
She snarls into the phone at the dark Slayer, "You know what? Never mind! Where are you right now?" Faith answers but I still can't hear her words-not that I really want to. "Stay there!" Kennedy orders. "I'll be there in fifteen!" She slams the phone down, then turn to face me.
I smile at her and brightly say, "Lets get you cleaned up." I want her to calm down just a little before we meet Faith. I got an idea-well it's really the same one I've been working on, I lean in and lick at the chocolate again, never losing my smile.
She tries to grin back, she really does-but it doesn't fool me. I am surprised to say the least when she pulls away and start walking. "We'll be late if you do that. I'll grab a shower and be right back."
She is trying so hard to be calm and in control in front of me. "Kennedy?"
She stops and looks back at me, "Yeah?"
"Baby-" I start softly as I move toward her. That look just scares me for some reason. It's like she is barely hanging on and I know what it's like to lose control. I don't want that for her. I reach up and touch her cheek, caressing her. "That look again, the same one with Ethan." I tell her softly, I don't want to worry her, just get her attention.
I watch her look at me as she struggles for control and clarity. I see her calm a little, as she brings her hand up. She cups my cheek and brushes her thumb across it. I see her try hard to smile-and she does manage to. "No. Different look." She says, trying to reassure me. "I just want her to leave us alone, that's all."
Her eyes close again as I lean in and press a light chaste kiss to her lips before telling her, "I want that too-but-"
My love smiles at me, a bigger, warmer one and she kisses me lightly. I so want to believe everything is fine. I hear her words, "I'm sorry I was all grrrr just now." I'm just sure she understands how scary it is to be lost. I shake the worry away.
"Go-get cleaned up," I say as I force a smile. "I'll be right here."
She smiles again, about half teasing and the rest inviting. "Come help?" My Slayer asks me.
"You didn't wanna be late," I say simply. Though the tone is indecisive. I bite my bottom lip as I think it over.
"We won't be," she states, before she gives into temptation and kisses me again.
When she breaks the kiss and pulls back, I smile and take her hand. She gives it a little squeeze and we start up the stairs. About halfway up, I say quietly, "Well, maybe just a little late." My green eyes twinkling.
She laughs a little, "Yeah. It'd serve her right!" She says with a smile as we top the stairs and head for the bathroom.
* * *
Half an hour later, we're back downstairs. I get our jackets as my girl checks the outside temperature, the inside well that's still really hot. I blush a little at the thought. As my mind begins to replay the past half hour. All the chocolate is gone. I smirk as I start for the kitchen. I slip on my jacket and wait for my girl but not long as she walks in. I hand her her jacket and she puts it on with a smile. I like the quiet-it means it's all been said and it has for now-but later-well later we can say it all again.
We go into the garage together and I start for the bike but she stops me with a shake of her head. She tells me the temperature and that it's way to cold for her girl. I shiver but smile, I like when she's protective of me. Well mostly I like it, she honestly forgets I could kick her butt anytime I wanted to. I hurry over to the passenger side of her car. I see her laugh at my reactions to the weather but I can't help that I hate cold-I am from California you know. She opens my door and I slide in putting the book on the dashboard as I put on my seatbelt.
I watch her watch me and then she hurries around to her side. As she does I get my book and hold it in my hands. She slides in and I smile as we're on our way.
A little while later, about fifteen minutes or so, we pull up to Marco's, the gym the Slayers had pretty much taken over until just a couple months ago. Even now, Faith and a few others still preferred it for straight weight training and some fighting practice.
Kennedy and I head inside, both of us immediately looking for a familiar brown haired pain in my ass, though on opposite sides of the gym. "I don't see her," I tell my Slayer as I'm looking over the other half of the building.
"There she is." I hear my girl say and before I can reply she has my hand and leads the way passed the men and women working out. I sorta smile but not where my girl can see. I know they look at her and she might sometimes look at them but I know she's mine so I don't worry. Well okay sometimes I worry. I mean you would too-just look at them all perfect and sweaty from their work out. I turn away holding Kennedy's hand tighter. Okay-I worry. Happy now? My mood shifts to a pouty one, though I hide it from her. It's not hard when she's on a mission-actually I do it all the time. I know I shouldn't hide things from her but I do. I don't want her to leave.
As we get closer, Faith stops throwing punches and kicks at a heavy bag and turns to see who's behind her. When Kennedy and I are within five or six feet of her, my Slayer calls out, "Okay, Faith. I'm here. Whadda you want?"
Faith completes her turn, a look of surprise crossing her face. It confuses me, until I realize she wasn't expecting to see me. That thought makes me angry. What did she have planned? That makes me want to kick her ass myself, but I'll let my Slayer do it. It'll make her feel better.
Faith grins a little and says, "Hey Red." Kennedy scowls at her, not at all happy that she calls me that. I guess she understood after our talk earlier that Faith using that name for me gives me the wiggins.
I answer the once dark Slayer, and wonder if she isn't dark again? "Faith." Faith smirks and I know it's bad for her even if she doesn't. It's only gonna make my girl more angry and I'm not sure that's a good thing today. She's wrapped a little tight.
I see her trying hard to maintain at least a neutral expression. Then, I hear her repeat, "What do you want?"
Faith glances around for a second, then motions to a corner. "Lets talk over here."
Kennedy just nods and follows her. I can't hear their conversation but I can tell it's not going well. I see Faith smirk and my girl bristle. There's no way this is gonna end well. I watch them intently hoping to stop any real trouble. I decide I'd better check with my Slayer, [Sweetie are you okay?] I project my words into her head.
Kennedy takes a deep breath, I know she is trying to calm herself before she answers. [Yeah. I'm fine.] She sends to me but I know she isn't. I take a step towards them. Maybe I should take two cause I see Kennedy struggling even more. I don't know what was said but I know Kennedy's is on the edge. I see her snarl and for a brief instant I think I heard it.
"Shut your damned mouth!" Kennedy states.
Okay, that I heard. [Kennedy-we need to go-] I try to hide my fears but I know I failed.
[Not yet.]
Not yet?-That's all I get. Now, more worried. When she gets terse I know she's losing her cool. I try again. [You sure?]
[Yes!] is her snarled answer. That yes means hell no. I move one step closer.
Faith just smiles, her eyebrows wiggling suggestively. "That mean no?"
I hear Faith's words and watch panicked at what my Slayer does next. Before I can react Kennedy snarls and charges at Faith, her movements fluid, but somehow uncoordinated. She spins and kicks at Faith's head, not even trying to pull the power of the blow. Faith's eyes get bigger as she sees the incoming strike and she ducks and spins backwards, trying to get fighting room.
I run forward, one hand outstretched. "Kennedy-" my word does not stop my Slayer or the one she fights as Faith presses on with her remarks.
"Hit a nerve, did I, Brat?" Faith says.
I am now close enough to see her smile broadly. I watch as her smile fades when she sees the same look in Kennedy's eyes as I do. Shit-she's not even there. Anger controls her and this is bad.
Kennedy just bares her teeth in response, throwing punch after punch, kick after kick, almost faster than the eye can follow. Faith blocks furiously, almost seeming to be unhittable, until suddenly her head snaps to one side and she staggers back several steps.
I watch the fight progress, unsure and unnerved by the coldness of Kennedy's actions. I call try to break whatever spell my girl seems to be under. "Kennedy!" But, as the word leaves my mouth I know it is useless. My mind races back in time-to the events of Tara's death and the after affects-me draining the dark power, skinning Warren, fighting Buffy-all before trying to end the world once and for all. As I shake myself back to here and now I know how much trouble my Slayer is in. I look from Kennedy to Faith trying to formulate a course of action.
Faith rubs a hand across the darkening bruise on her cheek. Straightening, she narrows her eyes and sets herself, planning her responses, since it's obvious that Kennedy isn't exactly playing. She starts striking back, occasionally landing blows of her own, including a particularly hard backhand blow that bloodies my Slayer's lip, but Kennedy doesn't seem to notice. She just keeps blocking Faith's punches and kicks while launching her own.
Since the spoken word doesn't seem to work I decide to switch to projecting my thoughts directly into my girl's mind. [Stop Kennedy!] My heart leaps into my throat and my eyes get bigger as I realize I can't hear Kennedy's mind, and that my thoughts seem to just bounce off it.
Suddenly far more worried for my girlfriend than the dark Slayer, I raise my hand slightly and yell- "Separate!" just as Kennedy, swinging with all her might, connects with a brutal uppercut. Both Slayers fly backwards, Faith's momentum aided by Kennedy's blow. The younger Slayer staggers back several steps while the older crashes bonelessly into a heap on the floor, unconscious.
I watch Kennedy regain her balance, growl and immediately start forward again, straight toward the once dark Slayer. My thoughts whirl about and I make the only decision I have left. I step in front of my girl, "Stop. She's hurt." Kennedy just growls at me in baffled rage and tries to go around me, her eyes locked on her adversary. Amazed that she just ignores me, first I'm mad, then I'm worried. Just how far gone is she? My girl still doesn't hear me. I grab her arm, stopping her again. "Kennedy! Stop, please!" I take my Slayer's face between my hands, forcing her to focus on just me, "Please, Kennedy, stop! She's not a threat anymore, so you can stop, baby. Please!" Hope rekindles in my heart as I see a distant glimmer of understanding in my Kennedy's almost dead eyes. "That's my girl!" I smile, relived. "That's it. I need you to stop now, Kennedy, okay?" I send good thoughts to her. "You can stop, baby. Please!"
I watch my girl fight her demons, I see the anger diminish, I feel her relax just a little."That's my girl! That's it. I need you to stop now, Kennedy, okay?"
"W-Will? What's ...?" She tries to speak, though I know she must be confused and scared.
I touch her face and try to hide the worry on mine. With her this upset I can probably get it by her-I've never been so scared. "It's okay now--"
"Where's Faith? What's going on?" Kennedy looks around.
"She's-" I start but I am interrupted by a groan.
I watch Kennedy's eyes as they are instantly drawn to where the sound came from and I see Faith lying there, a large bruise on one cheek and another forming on and under her chin. I see my girl start to panic as her eyes open as wide as they can, a terrified look creeping across her face as she stares at Faith. "What happened?" Kennedy whispers.
"Ah-the fighting." I glance over my shoulder, then back at her. "You don't remember?" She doesn't remember. Maybe that's good. Well okay maybe not so good. I see my girl begin to shake her head-as she fights tears. For now she wins. I gently stroke her face, "It's okay."
I see her raise her own hands. Her knuckles are torn and bleeding. I watch her start shaking her head again in denial, slowly at first, but building in speed as the reality of what happened sets in. "Not again!" I hear the words in a strangled whimper.
I touch her face and she looks up and into my eyes. Then suddenly, as if panicked more she pulls away and runs from me. "Kennedy!" I watch in disbelief and then fear. What the hell is going on? My mind races and then my feet as I start after my love-my life. I stop when I hear Faith groan.
"Wha?" She tries.
I look from where Kennedy disappeared to Faith-knowing I should check on the her make sure she'll live, but wanting to check on my girl more. When I'm closer Faith's eyes show she's not really there yet, but recovering.
She looks up at me. "Wha h'pn?"
I start to answer but stop as I hear a loud crash from the direction Kennedy ran and I worry again. Deciding Faith would live I glare at the woman, "You were running your mouth and got your ass kicked. That's what happened!" Without hesitation I run from the room to check on Kennedy.
Kennedy's POV
Pulling into the garage, I shut off my bike and turn the handlebar to lock it as I feel Willow release me and hop off. She steps up into my sight and removes her helmet, giving me a silly, excited smile as she hands it to me. I have to smile in return as she almost bounces away and into the house.
Grinning maniacally, I take off my own helmet, stowing them both, then follow my love. Coming into the kitchen, I find my girl rummaging in a cabinet, two spoons in one hand and bowls on the counter in front of her. She turns when she hears me close the back door and smiles, saying, "Ice cream-we need ice cream-can you get it outta the fridge sweetie?"
I return her smile and open the freezer, moving things around in my search for the desired item. After a moment, I remember that I was going to get ice cream the other night and didn't because of the problem with Faith. Grumbling softly under my breath, I turn to Will. "Sorry baby but we're out. Want me to go get some?"
She sets the bowls and stuff on the table as she looks up at me. "We're out?" she asks, pouting. Before I can say anything else about going back out, Will grins wildly. "We don't need any-"
Okay, that's confusing. "We don't?"
"Nope," she answers. I look over at her to find a wicked little grin on her face as she wiggles the bottle of chocolate sauce enticingly. "Come'ere!"
I have to smile broadly at her teasing tone, understanding instantly what's she's got in mind. Now, normally I'd play along, no problem, but there's this pesky little agreement we have for today. I pout and shake my finger at her. "I thought you wanted to not play for a day?"
She smiles back at me, a smile that tells me she's up to something and is willing to let me in on the secret. "We can practice stopping. Right?"
Oh, she did not just challenge me! Grinning, I snatch the bottle from her hand and take a step back. When she protests, a startled, "Hey!", I just smirk and squirt a dollop in my mouth and smirk at her.
Will reaches out and snatches the bottle back, saying, "That's mine!"
My smirk turns to a challenging grin and I send her my thoughts. [Come and get it, baby.]
With an answering smile, Willow pulls me close, leans in and kisses me. Deeply. Her tongue immediately is in my mouth and I involuntarily moan as her tongue caresses mine, tasting both the chocolate and me.
My love finally pulls away from me when both the chocolate and all our combined oxygen is gone. As I watch her panting and licking her lips. I so wanna do that for her, I try to suppress another moan, but don't quite make it as I whisper, "Mmmm! That's what I call chocolatey goodness!"
Willow smiles evilly at me, then gets the chocolate sauce bottle and turns it up, letting it drip down over my chin and across my upper chest. I shiver as the cool liquid slithers across my skin and my giggled protest of "Hey!" is lost as I feel her lips and tongue start to chase and lick at her treat.
I suppress a moan and throw my head back, allowing her all the room she needs as she cleans up her mess. God, I hope she takes a while as my senses reel from the sensation of her lips and tongue on my skin. "Mmmm, love chocolatey Kennedy!" I hear her say, but I'm not sure I understand the words.
The thought to cradle Will's head finally fights it's way through the euphoria and I belatedly bring my hands up and thread my fingers into her hair, lightly teasing her scalp and neck as I do. As she continues to lick and kiss away the chocolate on my throat and upper chest, I finally release the moan I've been holding back. I'm quickly getting so lost in her teasing touch. I can feel my knees threatening to stop working, but I don't care. This feels just way too good!
I feel my girl backing us up, stopping our joint movement just as I feel the countertop at my back. I feel her pull back away from me, then resume the teasing licks and kisses. The words she spoke while she was stopped finally make it through the lust induced haze, "Up, baby," but they make no sense to me right now.
Wait. There was... something I was trying to... think of. Suddenly realizing my hands are still in her hair, I gently pull her lips away from my neck and open my eyes. I pant for a minute, trying to get air into my body and give myself time to get my mind going again. Oh, right. Now I remember what I was trying to think of. Focusing on her eyes on my love, I breathlessly tell her, "We - we need to stop now, or try our deal again another day."
Willow pulls back with a profound pout. "Stopping now," she complains as she reaches passed me for something. Oh, the chocolate bottle. She set it down. Right. Pull it together, Kennedy!
I stare at her form a seconds or two, fully expecting her to start with the kissing again, but she doesn't and I realize she's really gonna stop. So, I pull her back to me for a deep kiss. When we finally come up for air, I can't help whining, "You weren't supposed to listen to me!"
She smiles softly at me, looking at one side of my neck. "Just one more little bit right here-" She leans back in, attacking my neck again, so I grin in relief and let my head fall to the opposite side, giving her all the access she needs.
God, this feels so good! I can't help the little moan that escapes as her lips and tongue once more tease the sensitive flesh of my throat.
Just when I'm starting to let myself get lost again, she pulls away again, telling me, "All gone now."
I watch is disbelief as she moves from in front of me to beside, then hops up on the counter. My girl sits there, grinning at me and swinging her legs, occasionally banging her heels off the cabinet doors under her legs, looking perfectly content to sit there for a while.
No! This isn't what I wanted! I mean, I know we have that agreement and everything, but we can play a little more. Looking around wildly, I spot the bottle of chocolate where she put it and get an idea. I turn back to her with a smirk and quickly strip off my shirt and sports bra, then grab the bottle and squirt a lot of chocolate sauce on my upper body, suppressing a shiver as the cool liquid oozes down across my nipples.
Looking at Will, I tell her, delightedly, "Not all gone, see? Still lots of messes to clean up!"
She gives me this little admonishing look. Well, it's as stern as she can manage, being so high on a sugar rush. "This is so not stopping sweetie"
"Sure it is as long, as our pants stay on," I counter. I watch as she waivers in her resolve, trying to decide whether to play a little more or just call it quits for now. Before we let things get too far to really stop. I decide to help her decision along, and turn a little and act like I'm gonna leave. "I can always just go shower"
Just as I really am gonna turn and go shower(And other things, cause, hello! Little bit wound up here), She reaches out and pulls me close to her, wrapping her legs around my waist, trapping me where I wanted to be anyway.
I get a smoldering look and smile just before our lips crash together in a wonderfully deep, thorough kiss. She breaks it, pulling away a little and I involuntarily whimper, missing the feeling of her lips on mine. My whimper turns to a deep moan, though, as she bends slightly and she starts to lick and kiss the chocolate mess away. I just close my eyes and lean my head back, giving her all the room she needs.
I can feel my mind getting lost again as everything is lips and tongue on my upper body, though I vaguely realize her fingertips are tickling my sides. It all just blends together in a mass of sensation trying to drive my conscious mind into shut down. I shiver at the feelings and moan again, but it's a little frustrated moan, cause she's not licking where I need. "W-will! Please!"
"Want something Sweetie?"
I hear the words and after a few seconds, they even make sense, so I open my eyes a little and see an amused smirk on her face. Grrrrr! She knows what I want, she just wants me to say it. I open my mouth to tell her exactly what I want, but she kisses my shoulder right then and all the words leave me. All I can manage is a breathless, "Please!"
She smirks again, then my eyes slam shut again as she bends down and I feel her lick up a line of chocolate that starts on my stomach. I feel her stop for a second, but before my mind can process it enough to protest, I feel her run the flat of her tongue up the underside of my left breast, almost up to the nipple. "Willow!" I gasp her name, shivering in delight and my body starts to feel like it always does just before a killer orgasm.
Then my love does the same to the right side, but this time, she flicks her tongue against my nipple and I hear/feel my deep moan. She suddenly has the same nipple between her lips, suckling and I just arch into her touch, gasping her name once more.
For some reason, she stops and moves, though I'm not really sure how long ago that was, cause, little distracted here. I manage to form a thought and plunge my hands into her hair, drawing her up my body so I can claim her lips in a passionate kiss. I immediately slip my tongue between her lips, tasting chocolate and hers, a heady combination that does little help my nearly lost state.
She pulls away and I think she says something, but then she kisses me again and all thought is gone. As we kiss, I lick her lips, removing the traces of chocolate there. Our lips move against and with each others as her tongue caresses mine and my own does the same with hers. We share the sweet taste of her treat back and forth for a while until she once more breaks off our kiss. Both of us pant for air and I could swear she says something again.
Okay, enough with the lost. She's trying to tell me something and all I can do is sit there and stare at her like an idiot. Focus, Kennedy, focus! Gradually, my mind goes back, enough for me to say, "Huh?"
Will gives a small smile and repeats, "Phone," just before she drops her legs from around my waist and jumps off the counter to one side of me. My disbelieving eyes watch as she starts toward the other side of the room and the phone hanging there.
I spin toward her, whining, "No!" My brain may still be mostly not working from all that making out, but it does understand when something we want is taken away.
She stops and looks back at me, one eyebrow raised. "No?"
I walk over and stand right behind her, my eyes big and sad. "Don't wanna stop!" I tell her in a growling whine, complete with a major pout.
My lover turns with a teasing grin. "Not stopping," she informs me, then she kisses me softly.
I smile as she does, wrapping my arms around her. I return her kiss, taking it from nice to scorching in a no time flat. We collapse into each other, swaying a little to keep standing, since we're both a little distracted right now.
Faintly, I register a click as the telephone stops ringing and Willow's voice can be heard, telling the caller to leave a message, blah blah blah. Our kiss ends, and, after a quick breath to get fresh oxygen into our lungs, we resume, then break off abruptly and stare at the answering machine as the message starts.
"Yo-Brat-pick up"
"Faith," Willow growls while I just stare at the machine speechless. It just can't be her.
"K-I need to talk about last night."
Dammit, it is her. How the hell does she always manage to call right when things are starting to get fun? I roll my eyes and groan, then ask Willow, not really expecting an answer, "What? Has she got cameras in here?!?"
"Maybe-I hope not." She looks around the room, a little nervous, then back at me, her face clearly showing her impatience. "Just answer her and tell her to go away," she whines.
Yeah, that's a good idea. I stalk over to the phone and pick it up. flatly stating, "I said everything I wanted to the night before last, Faith. Go away"
I feel Willow kiss and lick at my shoulder and that almost causes me to miss what Faith says next. "Come on, Junior. You had your night off to play with your girl, but enough's enough. I need you out there tonight. B spotted a really big nest a vamps last night and she wants'em cleaned out tonight, so I need you at the Woodland Avenue cemetery at sundown."
"I don't give a shit about that," I growl, gripping the phone tighter. Why can't she get it through her thick head I don't wanna be a Slayer right now. Right now, I just want to be Willow's very devoted girlfriend! Turning my attention back to the clueless bitch on the other end of the line, I snarl, "The answer's still no! Why don't you have one of the girls look up the word 'vacation' for you and get them to explain it to you, since you don't seem to get it!"
I hear a little growl in return. "Brat, we're Slayers, we don't get vacations! Now, at five tonight, you give Red a tonsil lickin' kiss, then get'cher ass over to Woodland, got it?"
I feel my temper flash over into true anger and my vision starts to turn the faintest touch of red at the edges. Even though I recognize the danger signs, I ignore them. "Damn it, Faith! I told you the other night, if Ginny and Cassie are the last two Slayers alive in Cleveland, have Giles call me. Otherwise, leave me the fuck alone!" I yell into the phone. I barely notice the cracking sound where I'm gripping the phone so tightly.
Suddenly, Will's voice is in my mind. For a second, I almost ignore it, but then the words become clear. [Where is she? We should meet her.]
I look back over my shoulder, right into the eyes of my beloved. Calming myself a as mush as I can, given the circumstances, I try to return the thought, [Why?] Before she can answer, I shake my head violently and add, [I don't wanna see psycho bitch.]
[Well we owe her something.] Will tries to reason with me, pointing out my promise to kick her ass for her. [Maybe now's a good time.] She kisses my shoulder, then locks those green eyes on me again. [Okay?]
Like I can resist anything she asks me when she looks at me like that. Returning my full attention to the phone I snarl, "You know what? Never mind! Where are you right now?"
I can hear the curiosity and a touch of confusion in her voice, but she answers me. "Marco's. Y'know, that gym we used to use before G-Man had the academy built?"
"Stay there!" I order her. "I'll be there in fifteen!" Slamming the phone down before she can answer, I take a second to fight the anger back, then turn to face Willow.
She smiles at me and brightly says, "Lets get you cleaned up." She leans in and licks at the chocolate again, never losing her smile.
I kinda grin back absently, but my mind is all ready at the gym. All I can think of is beating it into Faith's head that I am not at her beck and call and that Willow is infinitely more important to me that she is, so my girl will always come before anything else. Thinking about that and pretty much nothing else, I pull away and start walking away. "We'll be late if you do that. I'll grab a shower and be right back."
"Kennedy?"
I stop and look back at her. "Yeah?"
"Baby-" She says softly as she moves toward me. When she's in front of me again, she reaches up and touches my cheek, caressing me. "That look again, the same one with Ethan."
I just look at her for a moment, trying to figure out what she's talking about. Slowly, the anger about Faith clears enough to get what she's saying and for me realize what I just did. I went into pissed Slayer mode and totally ignored her. Bringing my hand up, I cup her cheek, brushing my thumb across the smooth skin, and try to smile at her. I manage one and, although it's kinda small and weak, to my surprise, it's genuine. "No. Different look." I say, trying to reassure my girl. "I just want her to leave us alone, that's all."
I close my eyes as she leans in and presses a light, chaste kiss to my lips before telling me, "I want that too-but-"
I can tell by her tone, she'll worried I'll go all homicidal on Faith. Not really planning to, just wanna deliver a good, old fashioned ass kicking, then maybe, just maybe, she'll get that I'll be back when I'm damned good and ready. I smile at my love, a bigger, warmer one and kiss her lightly. "I'm sorry I was all grrrr just now."
"Go-get cleaned up," she says, a soft smile appearing. I can tell, it's a little forced, but I'm pretty sure, only a little. "I'll be right here."
I smile again, about half teasing and the rest inviting. "Come help?"
"You didn't wanna be late," she protests, her tone is indecisive though. That's a good sign. She bites her bottom lip as she thinks it over and that's an even better sign
"We won't be," I state, before I give into temptation and kiss her again, relishing the feel and taste of her lips for a few seconds
When I break the kiss and pull back, Willow smiles and takes my hand. I give hers a little squeeze and we start up the stairs. About halfway up, she says quietly, "Well, maybe just a little late."
I start to protest, but then think of all the times Faith had left me standing. I have to laugh at the image of her pacing and growling, wondering where the hell I am. "Yeah. It'd serve her right!" I crow as we top the stairs and head for the bathroom.
* * *
Half an hour later, we're back downstairs and I'm checking the out door thermometer while Will gets our jackets. Hmmm. A little chilly for non Slayer types like my girl, so I guess we're taking the car.
Looking at my watch, I start to get upset that we're already fifteen minutes late, then smirk and shrug it off. Hey, I was in the shower with my gorgeous, edible, naked, wet girlfriend. Believe it or not, we even managed to stick to the agreement, just lots of teasing and kissing while we also washed each other. My smirk turns to a wicked smile as I think that if it wasn't for our little deal, we'd probably still be in the shower.
Walking back through the house, I find Will in the kitchen, my jacket in her hand. I take it, smiling my thanks to her, and shrug it on as I follow her into the garage. She starts for the bike, but I shake my head and tell her what the temp was when I checked. California girl that she is, my beautiful redhead shivers and hurries over to the passenger side of my car. She has her own, of course, but we usually take mine.
I chuckle at her reaction to the weather and open the door for her. Grow up in New York and England and cold weather stops bothering you, trust me. She sits down, putting the book she's brought on the dashboard long enough to put her seatbelt on. As soon as she's in and comfortable, I close her door and hurry to my side. I climb in and 90 seconds later, we're on our way.
A little while later, about fifteen minutes or so, we pull up to Marco's, the gym we had pretty much taken over until just a couple months ago. Even now, Faith and a few others still preferred it for straight weight training and some fighting practice.
Willow and I head inside, both of us immediately looking for a familiar brown haired pain in my ass, though on opposite sides of the gym. "I don't see her," I hear Will say as I'm looking over the other half of the building.
I look over at the boxing area, passed which are the free weights and spot her. "There she is." I take Will's hand and lead that way passed the men and women working out. I ignore the men and most of the women, although, I'll admit to myself, there are a few women here that, if I didn't have my girl, I'd probably be chatting one of them up.
I glance at the woman we're heading towards and admit, very privately and only to myself that, from purely a looks standpoint, Faith is definitely someone I once would've been physically attracted to. Even now, as pissed as I am at her, I'll admit that she's stunning, basically a wet dream walking for anyone who even remotely prefers girls, man or woman. But after getting to know her, her whole attitude is a major turn off for me. Her whole "I'm horny and you'll do" attitude to sex, that is. Geez, if I wanted to put up with that, I'd be dating guys.
I mean, don't get me wrong. I've gone to bed with girls I only knew a couple hours, but, as corny as it sounds, only if we had made a connection. Only if we had become friends or, at the very least, potential friends. If I was just horny and wasn't seeing anyone, well a warm shower, a very good imagination and ten working fingers took care of the problem nicely.
I look back at my girlfriend and feel myself smile at her. She's the real reason I only look these days, why I'll only look for the rest of my life, if I have my way. Of the ten, maybe fifteen truly beautiful, desirable women currently in this building that I can see, including Will and Faith, my Milano's the only one I want. I smile a little to myself as I apply the new pet name to my love for the first time. It feels right.
As we get closer, Faith stops throwing punches and kicks at a heavy bag and turns to see who's behind her. When Will and I are within five or six feet of her, I call out, "Okay, Faith. I'm here. Whadda you want?"
Faith completes her turn, a look of surprise crossing her face. It confuses me, until I realize it's directed at Willow. She didn't expect Will to be with me? That thought both angers and chills me. What's she got going on in that head of hers?
Faith grins a little and says, "Hey Red." Remembering our talk over lunch, I scowl at her, not at all happy that she calls Willow that. I'm willing to concede Xander, Buffy and Dawn having pet names for my girlfriend, but they're family. No one else, especially the pain in my ass in front of me, has the right. Not unless Willow tells me it's okay.
I hear Willow answer my fellow Slayer, "Faith," but I don't turn and look at her. Faith smirks and I want to be out of here worse than ever because I can feel myself getting angry. The kind of angry where all I want to do is take care of what's making me mad any way necessary. Trying hard to maintain at least a neutral expression and hopefully a bored one, I repeat, "What do you want?"
Faith glances around for a second, then motions to a corner. "Lets talk over here."
I just nod and follow her, wanting to get this over with. Once we're in her chosen corner, I flatly ask, "Okay, what? Why do you keep calling me when I tell you I'm not gonna patrol with you?"
I bristle as she smirks. God, how I hate that expression on her face! "I so know you, Junior. You can't stay away. Not for more than a day, anyway, so why fight it?"
I feel myself scowl at her words, feel my throat vibrate as I growl in angry frustration. Why can't this stupid bitch take 'Fuck off!' for an answer? Suddenly, I 'hear' Will's voice in my head. [Sweetie, are you okay?]
"That's what you dragged me down here for?" I ask her, my voice conveying my building fury. How dare she imply she knows me! That I'm not in control of myself. Just because she doesn't even try to control herself, that doesn't mean that the rest of us can't. Taking a deep breath, I try to calm myself somewhat, just to prove my point, and answer my Willow. [Yeah. I'm fine.] I send back. I know my answer is a bit terse, but it's better than it would've been.
I feel my anger start to build again as Faith grins. "Well yeah. What's the matter, Junior? You seem a little tense." She smirks. "Red not any good at the tension relief? I can help with that, if you want. Just say the word," she damn nears purrs.
My hard won calm and control slips from my grasp as she implies that I would ever want to let her touch me for sex. That I would betray Willow like that. I feel my lips peel back from my teeth in a snarl and take a step toward her. "Shut your damned mouth!" My vision is beginning to have a reddish tint to it and distant warnings start to sound in my subconscious.
[Kennedy-we need to go---] Willow's voice is in my head again and it's starting to sound worried.
[Not yet.] I send back. Bitch has an ass-kicking coming and I want to be the one to do it.
[You sure?]
[Yes!] I snarl my answer back, even as I try not to. My eyes, though, never leave Faith. I watch her, a miniscule part of me hoping her survival instincts will finally kick in and she'll back off and leave us alone. Most of me though is praying she's doesn't, so I can beat my answer into her head.
Faith just smiles, her eyebrows wiggling suggestively. "That mean no? Told ya, if you ever need a really good..." she grunts suggestively.
The thought that she really thinks I'd have anything to do with her like that causes a bloody mist to cover my vision and I snarl as my rage expands exponentially. I have a split second to recognize what's happening and start to panic before...
. . .
* * *
No One's POV
Kennedy snarls and charges at Faith, her movements fluid, but somehow uncoordinated. She spins and kicks at Faith's head, not even trying to pull the power of the blow. Faith's eyes get bigger as she sees the incoming strike and she ducks and spins backwards, trying to get fighting room.
Willow surges forward, one hand outstretched. "Kennedy-"
"Hit a nerve, did I, Brat?" Faith teases, smiling broadly. The smiles fades though as she gets a good look at Kennedy's eyes.
Kennedy just bares her teeth in response, throwing punch after punch, kick after kick, almost faster than the eye can follow. Faith blocks furiously, almost seeming to be unhittable, until suddenly her head snaps to one side and she staggers back several steps.
Willow watches the fight progress, unsure and unnerved by the coldness of Kennedy's actions. She again calls Kenn's name, trying to break whatever spell her girl seems to be under. "Kennedy!"
Faith rubs a hand across the darkening bruise on her cheek. Straightening, she narrows her eyes and sets herself, planning her responses, since it's obvious that Kennedy isn't exactly playing. She starts striking back, occasionally landing blows of her own, including a particularly hard backhand blow that bloodies the younger Slayer's lip, but Kennedy doesn't seem to notice. She just keeps blocking Faith punches and kicks while launching her own.
Since she can't seem to get an answer by speaking, Willow decides to switch to projecting her thoughts directly into her girl's mind. [Stop Kennedy!] Her eyes get bigger as she realizes she can't hear Kennedy's mind, and that her thoughts seem to just bounce off away from her girl.
Suddenly far more worried for her girlfriend than the dark Slayer, Willow raises her hand slightly and yells "Separate!" just as Kennedy, swinging with all her might, connects with a brutal uppercut. Both Slayers fly backwards, Faith's momentum aided by Kennedy's blow. The younger Slayer staggers back several steps while the older crashes bonelessly in a heap on the floor, unconscious.
As she regains her balance, Kennedy growls and immediately starts forward again, straight toward the once dark Slayer. Willow steps in front of her girl, telling her, "Stop. She's hurt."
Kennedy just growls in baffled rage and tries to go around the redhead, her eyes locked on her adversary.
Willow looks surprised at first as Kennedy ignores her, then worried and confused as she realizes that her girl still doesn't hear her. She grabs her arm, stopping her again. "Kennedy! Stop, please!" She takes the brunette's face between her hands, forcing the Slayer to focus on her. "Please, Kennedy, stop! She's not a threat anymore, so you can stop, baby. Please!"
Hope rekindles in Willow's heart as she sees a distant glimmer of understanding in Kennedy's almost dead eyes. "That's my girl!" She smiles. "That's it. I need you to stop now, Kennedy, okay?"
* * *
Kennedy's POV
. . .
"... can stop, baby. Please!"
Words. I recognize words, even though they have no meaning. Can't stop yet. Bad guy's not dust yet. Gotta finish. Deep inside though the words get processed and I force my eyes to focus on something besides what I want to kill.
I look straight ahead and see the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, even though she looks so worried. I feel my face relaxing from the rictus of fury it was locked into.
"That's my girl! That's it. I need you to stop now, Kennedy, okay?"
I look at Willow and confusion sets in. Stop? Stop what? "W-Will? What's ...?"
Willow touches my face, her own looking even more worried, even as she tries to hide it and. She seems to force a reassuring look onto her face. "It's okay now--"
Memory reasserts itself and I look around wildly. "Where's Faith? What's going on?"
"She's-"
She's interrupted by a groan. My eyes are instantly drawn to where the sound came from and I see Faith lying there, a large bruise on one cheek and another forming on and under her chin. I feel my eyes open as wide as they can, a terrified look creeping across my face as I stare at her. How did...? "What happened?" I whisper, not really realizing I've spoken.
"Ah-the fighting." I watch Will glance over her shoulder, then back at me. "You don't remember?"
Remember? Remember what? I stare passed my lover, at the unconscious form of my fellow Slayer. I feel the prickle as my eyes fill with tears straining to be released and I shake my head violently. How did...?
I feel my love gently stroke my face, hear her words, "It's okay--," but I can't make any sense of them. I wince as I feel pain in my hand and I raise it up to see why. The sight of the torn and bleeding knuckles fills me with both wonder and dread as I feel my eyes open wider with the understanding of what's happened. I start shaking my head in denial, slowly at first, but building in speed as the reality of what happened sets in.
"Not again!" I hear the words in a strangled whimper, realizing after a few seconds I'm the one they came from. I feel a touch on my cheek and look up and into Willow's eyes. I can't handle the compassion and worry I see there and I have to get away. Wrenching myself away from the woman I love, I run. To Be Continued...
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