Two shout-outs to make. One to Mina, Majandra is a frikkin' Goddess.
Woohoo! And to Jessica, thanks for the email. You're right, I DID beg. But
I'll get over it.
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The morning came swiftly and without warning. Kennedy felt the bright sunlight penetrate her eyelids and she forced them open with a slight groan. Her eyes drifted over to the redhead who she'd shared a bed with during the night. Memories of their conversation, the extent of their sharing, brought a reminiscent smile to her face. They spoke of almost everything that had come to mind. Their childhoods, pasts, dreams for the future, feelings and even favourite things, had been discussed, analysed and laughed over. In particular Kennedy had explained the situation with Michael's brother and Willow had delved into her deepest fear, magic, and shared her relief that she hadn't turned into the dark translation of herself.
Kennedy lifted her body from the bed lightly and glanced sidelong towards her new friend. When Willow had started to speak of her ex-girlfriend the tears had flow freely and without shame, but she'd managed a smile at the end and stated frankly that she was ready to move on if the right girl showed up. Kennedy had merely returned her smile and nodded in understanding.
Tugged her discarded jeans onto her hips, the dark-haired potential walked slowly from the room, attentive to not making a sound so as to wake the still sleeping witch. Making her way down the stairs, she swept her hair up into a loose ponytail at the back of her head. She wandered around aimlessly for a few seconds before remembering where faith had walking into last night to get Willow water. Kitchen. Breakfast time.
The aroma of cooking bacon brought her completely out of her post-sleeping doze.
"Hey, it's my favourite rock-star." Faith grinned at the girl as she forced her body into the kitchen. She used the spatula to fish the bacon from the pan and placed it onto two plates that were already laden with toast and eggs. "What some food? It's supposed to be for B, but I'm sure she can use her Slayer cooking skills just as well as me."
"That. would be amazing." Kennedy rubbed a sore muscle in her neck and took the knife and fork Faith handed her. Willow's bed was comfortable, but Kennedy had managed to fall into dreamland in the most awkward position imaginable.
"Here ya go." Faith slid the plate over to the side of the island bench that Kennedy was on, then proceeded to cover her eggs so thickly in pepper that the other girl thought it would've been impossible for her digestive tract to survive the spicy onslaught.
"Thanks. Faith, right?" Kennedy asked as she started to process her surroundings properly.
"In the flesh." Faith had a mouthful of pepper, with a little poached egg and toast on the side.
Kennedy cringed and grinned at her companion, "Real classy. Uhhh, so you're the."
".Rouge Slayer. It's ok, you can say it, it won't turn you into me." Faith shrugged and forced a tight lipped smile. She'd devoured most of her breakfast already and was crushing through her last portion of bacon.
"No, not what I meant Miss Defensive. It was purely an enquiry." Kennedy smirked and forked her last fraction of egg and toast into her mouth. Grinning like a greedy cat, she wiped a dribble of yolk from her lip.
"Careful, Special K, Red's rubbin' off on ya already." Faith snorted and took both of their plates over to the sink.
Kennedy stopped for a moment and pondered her situation. She realised that it as somewhat idyllic. A roof, good people, food and, if her life was a sitcom, a new love interest. She looked over at Faith and smiled, it was turning out to be an interesting trip.
Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Willow was gradually returning to consciousness. She felt the lack of presence beside her almost immediately, jerking her rudely into the real world. She'd never admit to it but she was rather enjoying the raunchy dream she was having. It involved a potential slayer and a medium to large amount of whipped cream.
"Well that was interesting." Whether she was referring to the dream or her night of talking with Kennedy, she wasn't sure. In a state of sudden clarity Willow removed her body from the tangle of sheets. Making her way down the hall, towards the bathroom, she realised that she'd left her clothes in the room and had to turn around to retrieve them.
Once she was prepared properly for her cleansing ritual, Willow proceeded to remove her pyjamas and closed her eyes as she enveloped herself in the calming flux of water, cascading from the shower rose.
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The morning came swiftly and without warning. Kennedy felt the bright sunlight penetrate her eyelids and she forced them open with a slight groan. Her eyes drifted over to the redhead who she'd shared a bed with during the night. Memories of their conversation, the extent of their sharing, brought a reminiscent smile to her face. They spoke of almost everything that had come to mind. Their childhoods, pasts, dreams for the future, feelings and even favourite things, had been discussed, analysed and laughed over. In particular Kennedy had explained the situation with Michael's brother and Willow had delved into her deepest fear, magic, and shared her relief that she hadn't turned into the dark translation of herself.
Kennedy lifted her body from the bed lightly and glanced sidelong towards her new friend. When Willow had started to speak of her ex-girlfriend the tears had flow freely and without shame, but she'd managed a smile at the end and stated frankly that she was ready to move on if the right girl showed up. Kennedy had merely returned her smile and nodded in understanding.
Tugged her discarded jeans onto her hips, the dark-haired potential walked slowly from the room, attentive to not making a sound so as to wake the still sleeping witch. Making her way down the stairs, she swept her hair up into a loose ponytail at the back of her head. She wandered around aimlessly for a few seconds before remembering where faith had walking into last night to get Willow water. Kitchen. Breakfast time.
The aroma of cooking bacon brought her completely out of her post-sleeping doze.
"Hey, it's my favourite rock-star." Faith grinned at the girl as she forced her body into the kitchen. She used the spatula to fish the bacon from the pan and placed it onto two plates that were already laden with toast and eggs. "What some food? It's supposed to be for B, but I'm sure she can use her Slayer cooking skills just as well as me."
"That. would be amazing." Kennedy rubbed a sore muscle in her neck and took the knife and fork Faith handed her. Willow's bed was comfortable, but Kennedy had managed to fall into dreamland in the most awkward position imaginable.
"Here ya go." Faith slid the plate over to the side of the island bench that Kennedy was on, then proceeded to cover her eggs so thickly in pepper that the other girl thought it would've been impossible for her digestive tract to survive the spicy onslaught.
"Thanks. Faith, right?" Kennedy asked as she started to process her surroundings properly.
"In the flesh." Faith had a mouthful of pepper, with a little poached egg and toast on the side.
Kennedy cringed and grinned at her companion, "Real classy. Uhhh, so you're the."
".Rouge Slayer. It's ok, you can say it, it won't turn you into me." Faith shrugged and forced a tight lipped smile. She'd devoured most of her breakfast already and was crushing through her last portion of bacon.
"No, not what I meant Miss Defensive. It was purely an enquiry." Kennedy smirked and forked her last fraction of egg and toast into her mouth. Grinning like a greedy cat, she wiped a dribble of yolk from her lip.
"Careful, Special K, Red's rubbin' off on ya already." Faith snorted and took both of their plates over to the sink.
Kennedy stopped for a moment and pondered her situation. She realised that it as somewhat idyllic. A roof, good people, food and, if her life was a sitcom, a new love interest. She looked over at Faith and smiled, it was turning out to be an interesting trip.
Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Willow was gradually returning to consciousness. She felt the lack of presence beside her almost immediately, jerking her rudely into the real world. She'd never admit to it but she was rather enjoying the raunchy dream she was having. It involved a potential slayer and a medium to large amount of whipped cream.
"Well that was interesting." Whether she was referring to the dream or her night of talking with Kennedy, she wasn't sure. In a state of sudden clarity Willow removed her body from the tangle of sheets. Making her way down the hall, towards the bathroom, she realised that she'd left her clothes in the room and had to turn around to retrieve them.
Once she was prepared properly for her cleansing ritual, Willow proceeded to remove her pyjamas and closed her eyes as she enveloped herself in the calming flux of water, cascading from the shower rose.