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Spoilers- Mid to late Season 7, the beginning of Willow and Kennedy.
Warnings- If you happen to be incredibly closed minded then get the hell out of here. If girl/girl smoochies ain't your cuppa Java, I suggest you leave.
Synopsis- Willow and Kennedy comfort each other.
Chapter 1- Hypothetically.
"I'm really sorry Red, but maybe this-" Kennedy waved an arm, gesturing to herself and Willow "-is supposed to happen, to help with. well, you know." Kennedy trailed off and moved to wrap her arms around the sobbing redhead. "Maybe it'll help if you got involved with someone else."
Willow looked up into Kennedy's dark eyes and painfully whispered, "I don't want to say good-bye." Kennedy held Willow closer, in comfort, pushing away all impure thoughts and expectations that had recently crept into her mind. Willow seemed to understand that the embrace wasn't a come-on and she snuggled into it, crying into the crook of Kennedy's neck. "I never wanted to say good-bye." tears soaked through the brunette's wife-beater.
"I know it's hard, but would she really want you to be like this? To feel this bad all the time?" Kennedy crooned into Willow's ear, stroking the redhead's soft hair. She gingerly took the picture that Willow held clutched to her chest and un crumpled the frequently held photograph. The woman it contained was stunning: shiny blonde hair and half-lidded, crystal clear, blue eyes, full lips, and a curvaceous, to-die-for body. Kennedy marveled for a moment before squeezing Willow with all her potential slayer strength. Willow didn't back away; she just returned the gesture, although, her strength was miniscule compared to that of Kennedy's.
The potential felt Willow's head shake 'no' into her neck; she entangled her long fingers into the brilliant red tresses before her.
"She was so lucky, you know that?" Kennedy whispered, kissing the crying woman's forehead.
"I was the lucky one." Willow whispered back, her voice calm, her eyes dry. Kennedy moved her hand down to the witch's chin, lifting it so they could lock gazes. She lingered, mesmerized by the size and intensity of her comfortadee's orbs. New tears welled up, threatening to spill and cover Willow's already wet face.
"Don't cry anymore Red, you'll get me started," It was to late, and Willow watched as Kennedy's dark eyes became moist with tears, "I hate to see you like this Will, I hate to see you hurt." Her tears spilt down from her dark chocolate eyes, her face contorted with all the inner turmoil she was feeling.
Willow's insides scrunched with pain at the sight of Kennedy's distress. The redhead fought the urge to cry harder and instead set out to comfort her comfortador. Leaning up Willow gently kissed the tears from Kennedy's cheeks, just as Tara would do for her. Tara had always comforted her, and now, Willow realized, Kennedy was there for her just as Tara had been. Early in their relationship, whenever Willow had a bad dream or missed Oz, Tara had been there. Now, as they lie in the dark, in Willow's room, on she and her dead lover's bed, Kennedy was comforting her. Tara would often react as Kennedy did, distraught at Willow's pain, unable to make it go away; and they would cry together, comforting each other until they fell asleep.
"Willow?" Kennedy's voice broke through the redhead's flashback.
"Yeah?" Willow looked up into the younger woman's face, awaiting an answer. Kennedy broke eye contact, unable to allow herself to fall under the spell of the hacker's brilliant green irises. "What is it Ken?" Willow snuggled closer, wiping her face dry on the potential's tank top.
Kennedy looked around the room sheepishly.
"Heh, I've never seen you this embarrassed." Willow playfully poked the brunette's shoulder.
"I-I'm in big trouble Red." Kennedy's eyes glistened with new tears.
"What? Are you ok Ken? Are you hurt or something?" The redhead's confusion brought a smile to the face of the struggling potential.
She encased Willow's mouth in her own, the only way she could think to cease the babbler.
"Ken.?" Willow squeaked out a half-moan half-whimper, it had been to long.
"Ok, hypothetically, let's say there's this girl, and I like her a lot. Let's also say that there's this lingering problem, the love of her life died, and she's still mourning. See? Herein lies my problem- I think I'm in love with this girl, but she isn't ready for another relationship. see my problem Red?"
Willow's brow crinkled, "Hypothetically?"
Kennedy nodded.
"Uh, ok, uh," Willow fumbled for words; this was getting to be way beyond subtext, "H-How do you know you l-love her?" The redhead was beginning to sound like her former lover on a bad day.
"Well, I'm at the point where when she laughs I laugh, when she cries I cry, when she hurts I hurt. Is that love?"
Willow gulped, "I don't know, could be, maybe."
"I know what you're thinking Willow." Kennedy smiled and ran a hand down to Willow's shoulder and back up to tuck a red lock behind its owner's ear.
"Do you?" Willow grasped Kennedy's hand in one of her own, pulling it to her lap as sensually as she could muster. It had been far to long.
"Yeah, you think I'm to young to fall in love."
Willow swallowed and nodded, it wasn't what she had been thinking, but she'd play along, "How old is this hypothetical girl?" The redhead was starting to get into this game.
"Well, let's say she's 22."
Willow smirked while Kennedy's thumbs ran over her cheeks, ridding them of any remaining wetness. "You're only 18 Ken, she's to old for you."
"Is it ok if she feels the same?" Kennedy cocked her head.
"I suppose, maybe you could ponder asking her, if you were really in this position, that is."
"I couldn't Red, that would be like taking advantage of her. I don't think she's ready," Kennedy's voice dropped a notch, from playful to one of deep concern, "I don't want to make things worse for you, but, I could help. I want to help, I want to keep you from going away."
Willow's eyes went wide, "No more hypothetical?" She squeaked in a child- like voice. "Maybe the hypothetical girl found her existence to be like a- a security blanket."
Kennedy squeezed Willow, "My parents took away my security blanket, and I lived."
Willow sat up and looked into Kennedy's eyes. "I'm sorry about that."
Kennedy smiled, "That's not the point Red, the point is, I get this odd feeling whenever I'm around you. I want to be what you need, even if it's just a rebound relationship. You make me want to stop being a brat. No one's ever had that kind of effect on me, not ever. It's kinda creepy."
Willow looked down into her lap where she still held one of Kennedy's tanned hands. She let herself fall shoulder-first into Kennedy's body. "Maybe, hypothetically, you can be what this girl needs."
Kennedy stroked Willow's auburn hair, "Drop the analogies Will."
~fin chapter 1~
Spoilers- Mid to late Season 7, the beginning of Willow and Kennedy.
Warnings- If you happen to be incredibly closed minded then get the hell out of here. If girl/girl smoochies ain't your cuppa Java, I suggest you leave.
Synopsis- Willow and Kennedy comfort each other.
Chapter 1- Hypothetically.
"I'm really sorry Red, but maybe this-" Kennedy waved an arm, gesturing to herself and Willow "-is supposed to happen, to help with. well, you know." Kennedy trailed off and moved to wrap her arms around the sobbing redhead. "Maybe it'll help if you got involved with someone else."
Willow looked up into Kennedy's dark eyes and painfully whispered, "I don't want to say good-bye." Kennedy held Willow closer, in comfort, pushing away all impure thoughts and expectations that had recently crept into her mind. Willow seemed to understand that the embrace wasn't a come-on and she snuggled into it, crying into the crook of Kennedy's neck. "I never wanted to say good-bye." tears soaked through the brunette's wife-beater.
"I know it's hard, but would she really want you to be like this? To feel this bad all the time?" Kennedy crooned into Willow's ear, stroking the redhead's soft hair. She gingerly took the picture that Willow held clutched to her chest and un crumpled the frequently held photograph. The woman it contained was stunning: shiny blonde hair and half-lidded, crystal clear, blue eyes, full lips, and a curvaceous, to-die-for body. Kennedy marveled for a moment before squeezing Willow with all her potential slayer strength. Willow didn't back away; she just returned the gesture, although, her strength was miniscule compared to that of Kennedy's.
The potential felt Willow's head shake 'no' into her neck; she entangled her long fingers into the brilliant red tresses before her.
"She was so lucky, you know that?" Kennedy whispered, kissing the crying woman's forehead.
"I was the lucky one." Willow whispered back, her voice calm, her eyes dry. Kennedy moved her hand down to the witch's chin, lifting it so they could lock gazes. She lingered, mesmerized by the size and intensity of her comfortadee's orbs. New tears welled up, threatening to spill and cover Willow's already wet face.
"Don't cry anymore Red, you'll get me started," It was to late, and Willow watched as Kennedy's dark eyes became moist with tears, "I hate to see you like this Will, I hate to see you hurt." Her tears spilt down from her dark chocolate eyes, her face contorted with all the inner turmoil she was feeling.
Willow's insides scrunched with pain at the sight of Kennedy's distress. The redhead fought the urge to cry harder and instead set out to comfort her comfortador. Leaning up Willow gently kissed the tears from Kennedy's cheeks, just as Tara would do for her. Tara had always comforted her, and now, Willow realized, Kennedy was there for her just as Tara had been. Early in their relationship, whenever Willow had a bad dream or missed Oz, Tara had been there. Now, as they lie in the dark, in Willow's room, on she and her dead lover's bed, Kennedy was comforting her. Tara would often react as Kennedy did, distraught at Willow's pain, unable to make it go away; and they would cry together, comforting each other until they fell asleep.
"Willow?" Kennedy's voice broke through the redhead's flashback.
"Yeah?" Willow looked up into the younger woman's face, awaiting an answer. Kennedy broke eye contact, unable to allow herself to fall under the spell of the hacker's brilliant green irises. "What is it Ken?" Willow snuggled closer, wiping her face dry on the potential's tank top.
Kennedy looked around the room sheepishly.
"Heh, I've never seen you this embarrassed." Willow playfully poked the brunette's shoulder.
"I-I'm in big trouble Red." Kennedy's eyes glistened with new tears.
"What? Are you ok Ken? Are you hurt or something?" The redhead's confusion brought a smile to the face of the struggling potential.
She encased Willow's mouth in her own, the only way she could think to cease the babbler.
"Ken.?" Willow squeaked out a half-moan half-whimper, it had been to long.
"Ok, hypothetically, let's say there's this girl, and I like her a lot. Let's also say that there's this lingering problem, the love of her life died, and she's still mourning. See? Herein lies my problem- I think I'm in love with this girl, but she isn't ready for another relationship. see my problem Red?"
Willow's brow crinkled, "Hypothetically?"
Kennedy nodded.
"Uh, ok, uh," Willow fumbled for words; this was getting to be way beyond subtext, "H-How do you know you l-love her?" The redhead was beginning to sound like her former lover on a bad day.
"Well, I'm at the point where when she laughs I laugh, when she cries I cry, when she hurts I hurt. Is that love?"
Willow gulped, "I don't know, could be, maybe."
"I know what you're thinking Willow." Kennedy smiled and ran a hand down to Willow's shoulder and back up to tuck a red lock behind its owner's ear.
"Do you?" Willow grasped Kennedy's hand in one of her own, pulling it to her lap as sensually as she could muster. It had been far to long.
"Yeah, you think I'm to young to fall in love."
Willow swallowed and nodded, it wasn't what she had been thinking, but she'd play along, "How old is this hypothetical girl?" The redhead was starting to get into this game.
"Well, let's say she's 22."
Willow smirked while Kennedy's thumbs ran over her cheeks, ridding them of any remaining wetness. "You're only 18 Ken, she's to old for you."
"Is it ok if she feels the same?" Kennedy cocked her head.
"I suppose, maybe you could ponder asking her, if you were really in this position, that is."
"I couldn't Red, that would be like taking advantage of her. I don't think she's ready," Kennedy's voice dropped a notch, from playful to one of deep concern, "I don't want to make things worse for you, but, I could help. I want to help, I want to keep you from going away."
Willow's eyes went wide, "No more hypothetical?" She squeaked in a child- like voice. "Maybe the hypothetical girl found her existence to be like a- a security blanket."
Kennedy squeezed Willow, "My parents took away my security blanket, and I lived."
Willow sat up and looked into Kennedy's eyes. "I'm sorry about that."
Kennedy smiled, "That's not the point Red, the point is, I get this odd feeling whenever I'm around you. I want to be what you need, even if it's just a rebound relationship. You make me want to stop being a brat. No one's ever had that kind of effect on me, not ever. It's kinda creepy."
Willow looked down into her lap where she still held one of Kennedy's tanned hands. She let herself fall shoulder-first into Kennedy's body. "Maybe, hypothetically, you can be what this girl needs."
Kennedy stroked Willow's auburn hair, "Drop the analogies Will."
~fin chapter 1~
