The nervous anticipation from the two girls filled the air all day. During
the brief Buffy felt inclined to give, Kennedy had slipped away and was
unfortunately mobbed at the mall where she was buying new clothes for the
evening ahead.
As five thirty arrived neither Willow or Kennedy could be found and the other residents were wondering what they were up to. Kennedy emerged first, from Buffy's bedroom. Dressed in black pinstriped pants and a somewhat tight short-sleeved red button up, she walked down the stairs with her hair swaying gently as she made her way down.
Maria and Cera were both walking through the front door and as they saw her their jaws dropped.
"Whoa! Ken, where you goin'?" Maria took a step toward her friend and poked her in the stomach. Cera reached out and grabbed Maria's upper arm. When Maria looked back, questioning and laughter in her eyes, Cera gestured for her to look up towards the apex of the staircase.
Kennedy turned around when shock officially plastered itself all over Maria's face. The sight that beheld her was breathtaking. Willow stood, one hand on the wall beside the steps, the other loosely held by her side. Her body was adorned with dark denim flared jeans and a loose fitting, long- sleaved, black peasant top. It was Kennedy's turn to let her jaw hit the floor. Her hair fell around her face, framing her cheekbones. Purity and peace were radiated from her very being, calming the three girls at the foot of the stairwell.
Emerald eyes sparkling, Willow took each step slowly, never letting her gaze waver from Kennedy for a moment, she practically floated downwards. Kennedy was surrounded by her, the witch's scent floating around her.
"Hi." Kennedy squeaked out, forcing her voice-box into action. The tranquillity she felt inside was astounding. Her heart could no longer deny how much she felt for the red-haired girl. A few visions, a day and she was hooked. Craving her like an addict. A Willow junkie.
"Hi." The redhead ran her fingertips down the smooth of Kennedy's forearm before intertwining their fingers together and grasping the Potential's hand lightly.
"Go Kennedy." Cera whispered into Kennedy's ear as the two girls walked past and out the door. The lingering smile on the brunette's face was caught by Willow and her lips twitched a little as she felt a sudden burst of emotion from the younger girl.
"It's nice out here. do you wanna walk?" Willow tilted her head slightly sideways and turned a little to face Kennedy.
Pulling herself out of her Willow-induced trance Kennedy laughed softly, "As long as I don't get ambushed again."
An instant expression of concern and anger flashed over Willow's features. "Demons?"
"Worse." Kennedy's face was grim.
"Vampires?"
"Even worse. Fans." The raven-haired girl broke out into laughter again and bit down on her lower lip before glancing back up to her companion.
Willow released a goofy giggle, "Oooh rabid teenyboppers, dangerous. Wait. When did you get ambushed?" Worry flooding her face yet again.
"Chill Red, I had to go and buy clothes. I snuck out when Buffy started ranting." She raised a bemused eyebrow and grinned sheepishly.
"Oh right, makes sense. Wanna get going?"
"Of course."
They walked mostly in a comfortable silence, both just basking in the other's company. Small talk was made, but nothing concrete was established. As Kennedy opened the door to the small restaurant Willow let go of the younger girl's hand for the first time since they'd left the house.
"Reservation for Lewis and Rosenberg." Willow smiled at a man standing behind a wooden podium. He bowed in return and led them over to a small table in the corner.
"Cosy." Kennedy's eyes met those dazzling green orbs and for a spilt second she couldn't breathe. Her lungs refused to work and she was light headed for a moment.
"Definitely cosy. After dinner, do you wanna go to a movie or something? Or we could just go home, damn frogs." Willow's eyes were scanning the menus the man had provided them with.
Kennedy allowed her eyes to flicker uncontrolled from her own menu and back up to the witch repeatedly. Willow sensed the girl's eyes on her and she looked up to meet her gaze.
"God."
".dess"
"Yeah. you're really beautiful you know?" Kennedy couldn't control herself any longer. She'd been hovering in her patient limbo, but her impulsive nature got the better of her and she had to tell Willow what she thought.
Resting her fingers on the top of the menu she was balancing on the tabletop. A warm, genuine smile combine with her increasingly red face made Kennedy giggle slightly. "You say it like you're not."
As five thirty arrived neither Willow or Kennedy could be found and the other residents were wondering what they were up to. Kennedy emerged first, from Buffy's bedroom. Dressed in black pinstriped pants and a somewhat tight short-sleeved red button up, she walked down the stairs with her hair swaying gently as she made her way down.
Maria and Cera were both walking through the front door and as they saw her their jaws dropped.
"Whoa! Ken, where you goin'?" Maria took a step toward her friend and poked her in the stomach. Cera reached out and grabbed Maria's upper arm. When Maria looked back, questioning and laughter in her eyes, Cera gestured for her to look up towards the apex of the staircase.
Kennedy turned around when shock officially plastered itself all over Maria's face. The sight that beheld her was breathtaking. Willow stood, one hand on the wall beside the steps, the other loosely held by her side. Her body was adorned with dark denim flared jeans and a loose fitting, long- sleaved, black peasant top. It was Kennedy's turn to let her jaw hit the floor. Her hair fell around her face, framing her cheekbones. Purity and peace were radiated from her very being, calming the three girls at the foot of the stairwell.
Emerald eyes sparkling, Willow took each step slowly, never letting her gaze waver from Kennedy for a moment, she practically floated downwards. Kennedy was surrounded by her, the witch's scent floating around her.
"Hi." Kennedy squeaked out, forcing her voice-box into action. The tranquillity she felt inside was astounding. Her heart could no longer deny how much she felt for the red-haired girl. A few visions, a day and she was hooked. Craving her like an addict. A Willow junkie.
"Hi." The redhead ran her fingertips down the smooth of Kennedy's forearm before intertwining their fingers together and grasping the Potential's hand lightly.
"Go Kennedy." Cera whispered into Kennedy's ear as the two girls walked past and out the door. The lingering smile on the brunette's face was caught by Willow and her lips twitched a little as she felt a sudden burst of emotion from the younger girl.
"It's nice out here. do you wanna walk?" Willow tilted her head slightly sideways and turned a little to face Kennedy.
Pulling herself out of her Willow-induced trance Kennedy laughed softly, "As long as I don't get ambushed again."
An instant expression of concern and anger flashed over Willow's features. "Demons?"
"Worse." Kennedy's face was grim.
"Vampires?"
"Even worse. Fans." The raven-haired girl broke out into laughter again and bit down on her lower lip before glancing back up to her companion.
Willow released a goofy giggle, "Oooh rabid teenyboppers, dangerous. Wait. When did you get ambushed?" Worry flooding her face yet again.
"Chill Red, I had to go and buy clothes. I snuck out when Buffy started ranting." She raised a bemused eyebrow and grinned sheepishly.
"Oh right, makes sense. Wanna get going?"
"Of course."
They walked mostly in a comfortable silence, both just basking in the other's company. Small talk was made, but nothing concrete was established. As Kennedy opened the door to the small restaurant Willow let go of the younger girl's hand for the first time since they'd left the house.
"Reservation for Lewis and Rosenberg." Willow smiled at a man standing behind a wooden podium. He bowed in return and led them over to a small table in the corner.
"Cosy." Kennedy's eyes met those dazzling green orbs and for a spilt second she couldn't breathe. Her lungs refused to work and she was light headed for a moment.
"Definitely cosy. After dinner, do you wanna go to a movie or something? Or we could just go home, damn frogs." Willow's eyes were scanning the menus the man had provided them with.
Kennedy allowed her eyes to flicker uncontrolled from her own menu and back up to the witch repeatedly. Willow sensed the girl's eyes on her and she looked up to meet her gaze.
"God."
".dess"
"Yeah. you're really beautiful you know?" Kennedy couldn't control herself any longer. She'd been hovering in her patient limbo, but her impulsive nature got the better of her and she had to tell Willow what she thought.
Resting her fingers on the top of the menu she was balancing on the tabletop. A warm, genuine smile combine with her increasingly red face made Kennedy giggle slightly. "You say it like you're not."