Willow

Willow

It wouldn't bother me, honestly!, if they'd just stop doing it all the time! I mean, I think it's sweet that they're together now, you know? After years of fights, tears, hate-that was never actually hate-, confusion, distrust, and betrayal they get here.

But-I know I suck-they need to stop having sex everywhere! Thankfully I don't live with them anymore, haven't sense the time we stayed in LA to recuperate. Kennedy got sick of it too, so we moved a bit further away from the two.

Maybe I'm just having issues but I'm not sure if Faith is good for our Buffy. I mean, sure I got her out of prison. I didn't think they'd get together! I though Buffy had more sense than that! But no, she just had to fall for the dark slayer.

And Xander! It's one thing to grieve for your lover, almost wife!, but it's another to go running back to Buffy like she'll take in a lost puppy. I mean, I felt for him when Faith finally threw him out because she found the camera's he'd placed around the house but I didn't trust him enough to actually have him in the house—actually Kennedy would have strangled him if I'd let that happen.

Kennedy, where do I start. She's fun, and is totally in love with me. I'm not saying it to brag, but it's just a fact. A fact that even our oldest slayer has pointed out to me on many occasions. Thankfully after I accepted Tara's death Kennedy was there, or who knows what would have happened. I probably would have done what Xander did, run to Buffy.

It's taken me years, literally, to figure out why Faith was so important to Buffy. I mean, when the only slayer other than yourself is there—in touchable range, must feel fantastic. However I also think it always went deeper than that. Shared looks over the table, more training time than was necessary. And running off to slay together every night. Yes, I've always been a little bit jealous. Who can honestly say they wouldn't be?

Kennedy surges up right next to me, groaning as she places her hands over her ears. The Potentials had become slayers, true. But the two Originals would have to be going at it closer to our home, and really hard, to have woken Kennedy up.

I rest my hand on her arm and smile at her. Her eyes gazing into mine where a bit disoriented. She moved and rested her head against my chest. "Go back to sleep Ken, it's all right." I murmur after a moment, running my fingers through her hair. She sighs and kisses at my chest.

"I think I like myself right here." She growls out before taking a nipple in her mouth. I gasp and knot a hand in her hair. The good part to all the sex, though, is that Kennedy is almost always ready for more.