Kennedy reached up and nervously tucked a stray strand of her silky raven
hair behind her right ear. Persistently, it fell forward again. Willow was
fidgeting with her fingers. Doubt cascading around her. The redheaded witch
took a deep breath and looked deeply into the potential's eyes. Her
demeanour suggested supreme fear and anxiety.
"What're you doing tonight? I mean there's this little food place where we could eat, and I don't mean as a date or anything, just as friends, unless you want it to be more, in which case I'd like that too. but if you don't want to go at all that'd be alright too, I just thought you might-" She was silenced by Kennedy's fingertips pressing into her lips.
"I'd love to." The sweetest of all smiles spread across Kennedy's face and she looked at her feet. "I was kinda gunna ask you if you wanted to get something to eat later anyway." Her teeth found a comfortable position on her bottom lip as she bit down gently.
"Really?" Willow inhaled sharply and reached out, gripping the younger girl's hands in her own and shaking them up and down lightly. "So, it's, like, a date?"
Kennedy's smile grew wider at the thought. "I guess so."
"Aww ain't it cute?" Faith smirked and softly slapped Kennedy on the back. "Sounds like a soap opera. The Potential and The Witch."
"Don't make me bite you." Kennedy grinned at Faith. The playful interaction was bordering on flirting and Willow felt the unfamiliar sensation of jealousy dance in her stomach.
"Don't make /me/ bite /you/." Willow cut in, raising a bemused eyebrow at Kennedy.
Kennedy's breath suddenly caught in her throat as she diverted her attention back to the gorgeous redhead. The slight twinkle in her eye, sultry smile and the smallest note of insecurity in her voice were all so cute.
"I'll leave you two to the biting." Faith laughed as she pushed past Willow and made her way to the recently vacated bathroom. Her intention was to take an incredibly cold shower and calm down from the bed-sharing with Buffy. Her mind was playing with the notion of talking to Willow about the whole 'Gay factor'. But she instantly dismissed the idea. She couldn't think of herself as 'Gay'. Bisexual was closer to the mark.
"Well I thought we'd go out and all that jazz before we got to the biting." Kennedy's smile sent warm shockwaves down to the pit of Willow's gut. There was just something about her.
"I agree, the biting can wait."
"Hmm. I'm slightly concerned. Dawn's hijacked my band. We /are/ on tour." Kennedy glanced backwards towards the door. It wasn't really worrying her, but she was searching for a reason to keep the conversation going.
Willow released the young singer's hands and looped her thumbs through her belt buckles. "She'll be back. Have you had breakfast? Coz I'm starving and food is being smelt, so I'm getting increasingly famished and. shutting up now."
"Don't. Shut up I mean. I mean." Kennedy stuffed her hands into the pockets of her jeans and looked down at the floor. Her eyes betrayed her and flickered up into those of the Witch. ". I think it's cute."
Willow's heart suddenly performed a small acrobatics routine in her chest. "You're not so. un-cute yourself."
"Making up words. Hah. C'mon we better get you some food." Kennedy reached out and took hold of Willow's left hand, bringing it up over her shoulder she spun around and marched into the kitchen. Willow walked along behind her, hand draped loosely over Kennedy's shoulder, her fingers tingling where the brunette's hand lay atop hers.
"What're you doing tonight? I mean there's this little food place where we could eat, and I don't mean as a date or anything, just as friends, unless you want it to be more, in which case I'd like that too. but if you don't want to go at all that'd be alright too, I just thought you might-" She was silenced by Kennedy's fingertips pressing into her lips.
"I'd love to." The sweetest of all smiles spread across Kennedy's face and she looked at her feet. "I was kinda gunna ask you if you wanted to get something to eat later anyway." Her teeth found a comfortable position on her bottom lip as she bit down gently.
"Really?" Willow inhaled sharply and reached out, gripping the younger girl's hands in her own and shaking them up and down lightly. "So, it's, like, a date?"
Kennedy's smile grew wider at the thought. "I guess so."
"Aww ain't it cute?" Faith smirked and softly slapped Kennedy on the back. "Sounds like a soap opera. The Potential and The Witch."
"Don't make me bite you." Kennedy grinned at Faith. The playful interaction was bordering on flirting and Willow felt the unfamiliar sensation of jealousy dance in her stomach.
"Don't make /me/ bite /you/." Willow cut in, raising a bemused eyebrow at Kennedy.
Kennedy's breath suddenly caught in her throat as she diverted her attention back to the gorgeous redhead. The slight twinkle in her eye, sultry smile and the smallest note of insecurity in her voice were all so cute.
"I'll leave you two to the biting." Faith laughed as she pushed past Willow and made her way to the recently vacated bathroom. Her intention was to take an incredibly cold shower and calm down from the bed-sharing with Buffy. Her mind was playing with the notion of talking to Willow about the whole 'Gay factor'. But she instantly dismissed the idea. She couldn't think of herself as 'Gay'. Bisexual was closer to the mark.
"Well I thought we'd go out and all that jazz before we got to the biting." Kennedy's smile sent warm shockwaves down to the pit of Willow's gut. There was just something about her.
"I agree, the biting can wait."
"Hmm. I'm slightly concerned. Dawn's hijacked my band. We /are/ on tour." Kennedy glanced backwards towards the door. It wasn't really worrying her, but she was searching for a reason to keep the conversation going.
Willow released the young singer's hands and looped her thumbs through her belt buckles. "She'll be back. Have you had breakfast? Coz I'm starving and food is being smelt, so I'm getting increasingly famished and. shutting up now."
"Don't. Shut up I mean. I mean." Kennedy stuffed her hands into the pockets of her jeans and looked down at the floor. Her eyes betrayed her and flickered up into those of the Witch. ". I think it's cute."
Willow's heart suddenly performed a small acrobatics routine in her chest. "You're not so. un-cute yourself."
"Making up words. Hah. C'mon we better get you some food." Kennedy reached out and took hold of Willow's left hand, bringing it up over her shoulder she spun around and marched into the kitchen. Willow walked along behind her, hand draped loosely over Kennedy's shoulder, her fingers tingling where the brunette's hand lay atop hers.