"Mmm you smell like vanilla." Kennedy brushed a stray strand of Willow's
auburn locks away from her face. Tracing a slow finger down the witch's
cheekbone, Kennedy winked and allowed the small drifting smile she never
really wore to lay its claim over her lips. Willow couldn't help but
reciprocate with a gentle smile of her own. They were both enraptured in
the moment. The soft, cool night air wistfully circling around them as if a
protective shield.
After dinner, the two girls had proceeded to go to a movie, which had exceeded their expectations of how awful it would be. Kennedy had laughed during all the entire thing, the mediocre acting ingrained in her thought process, causing her to have a laughter seizure of tremendous proportions. Her companion joined the laughter, not so much laughing at the movie, but more so at the girl she was with. Kennedy's laugh was intoxicating, like a subtle hit of vodka in an otherwise non-alcoholic beverage.
They sat on a park bench, overlooking an abandoned playground. Willow could vaguely recall being one of those children running around with Xander, laughing like nothing could ever cause pain, or heartache. She remembered climbing the ladder to the slide, soaring downwards like she was flying, wishing for it to never end.
Sometimes she tried to imagine a life without her friends. If her and Xander had never been in trouble, and Buffy hadn't saved them, she could live in the possibilities of it all for another lifetime, on the odd occasion she longed for it, that simple taste of normalcy. Other times she could believe she'd think such things, her mind couldn't even grasp what her life would really be like without the influences of Buffy, Giles, Angel, Dawn, Riley, Anya, Oz, Cordelia, Faith and Wesley. Even Spike, Drusilla, Andrew, Warren, Glory/Ben, Principal Snider and all the rest. But her mind always pulled her towards Tara. She refused to contemplate a moment of time without Tara. She wouldn't sacrifice a single second she'd had with Tara to rid herself of the perpetual pain in her chest.
"You're quiet. Trying to blend in?" Kennedy nestled her hand back into Willow's and leaned back into the polish oak timber of the bench, keeping her eyes trained on the witch the whole time.
"Just thinking. This town holds so many memories, so many things that I'd hate to forget, but sometimes I'd love to rip some of it out of my mind." Willow sighed complacently and let her head rest on the brunette's shoulder. For the first time in a long while she felt safe and at home. Even with the threat of this Reine Furcht looming behind every closed door, Willow truly understood Tara. She didn't want Willow to be lonely. Deep within her soul, somewhere light would never go, Willow still felt her internal evil beating a path to the surface, but she knew it could never overcome her again. She had the power to defeat anything, as long as she had her friends. New and old.
"Yeah, when I left home with Edward my life kind of turn a bad turn. Without my family around me, keeping me in check, I was so lost. Like a scared little kid who got spilt up from her momma at the store. I ran around like a lunatic, trying to find somewhere to fit in. Once the guys caught up with me, they dropped out of school and came all the way to England to find me, I felt that little bit more whole. Then, just after Edward was killed, I went home, saw my Mom and Dad for the first time in years, and a pack of demons followed me, they killed my parents. I swore I'd never let anyone I love get hurt because of me again. It really gives you a new perspective, doesn't it? Losing that which you hold so dear. It's probably why I'm so fucked up. I can't let people love me, because it usually gets them killed. Jarrad loved me, and he died, my parents loved me, and they died. So, keeping separate is easier than having that eternal loss boiling in your soul. But I don't really make much sense."
Willow turned her body and faced Kennedy, looking deeply into her eyes. The deep, creamy chocolate of her irises drawing so much emotion from the red- head. She felt like her insides were grouping together and doing a square dance.
"You make perfect sense." Willow leant forward and let her hand drift up and cheek Kennedy's cheek. She wet her lips slowly with her tongue.
Kennedy pushed forward so their lips were almost touching. "For some reason, everything makes sense right now." Her hot breath tickled Willow's lips.
The redheaded witch closed her eyes and lent in, Kennedy simultaneously let her eyelids drift closed and felt the slightest brush of Willow's soft lips against hers. Her body reacted and a light, tingling sensation danced its way over her skin. Willow pressed in a little more fervently and captured Kennedy's lips properly, suckling on her bottom lip. Small kisses repeated themselves, both girls completely trapped in the moment.
After dinner, the two girls had proceeded to go to a movie, which had exceeded their expectations of how awful it would be. Kennedy had laughed during all the entire thing, the mediocre acting ingrained in her thought process, causing her to have a laughter seizure of tremendous proportions. Her companion joined the laughter, not so much laughing at the movie, but more so at the girl she was with. Kennedy's laugh was intoxicating, like a subtle hit of vodka in an otherwise non-alcoholic beverage.
They sat on a park bench, overlooking an abandoned playground. Willow could vaguely recall being one of those children running around with Xander, laughing like nothing could ever cause pain, or heartache. She remembered climbing the ladder to the slide, soaring downwards like she was flying, wishing for it to never end.
Sometimes she tried to imagine a life without her friends. If her and Xander had never been in trouble, and Buffy hadn't saved them, she could live in the possibilities of it all for another lifetime, on the odd occasion she longed for it, that simple taste of normalcy. Other times she could believe she'd think such things, her mind couldn't even grasp what her life would really be like without the influences of Buffy, Giles, Angel, Dawn, Riley, Anya, Oz, Cordelia, Faith and Wesley. Even Spike, Drusilla, Andrew, Warren, Glory/Ben, Principal Snider and all the rest. But her mind always pulled her towards Tara. She refused to contemplate a moment of time without Tara. She wouldn't sacrifice a single second she'd had with Tara to rid herself of the perpetual pain in her chest.
"You're quiet. Trying to blend in?" Kennedy nestled her hand back into Willow's and leaned back into the polish oak timber of the bench, keeping her eyes trained on the witch the whole time.
"Just thinking. This town holds so many memories, so many things that I'd hate to forget, but sometimes I'd love to rip some of it out of my mind." Willow sighed complacently and let her head rest on the brunette's shoulder. For the first time in a long while she felt safe and at home. Even with the threat of this Reine Furcht looming behind every closed door, Willow truly understood Tara. She didn't want Willow to be lonely. Deep within her soul, somewhere light would never go, Willow still felt her internal evil beating a path to the surface, but she knew it could never overcome her again. She had the power to defeat anything, as long as she had her friends. New and old.
"Yeah, when I left home with Edward my life kind of turn a bad turn. Without my family around me, keeping me in check, I was so lost. Like a scared little kid who got spilt up from her momma at the store. I ran around like a lunatic, trying to find somewhere to fit in. Once the guys caught up with me, they dropped out of school and came all the way to England to find me, I felt that little bit more whole. Then, just after Edward was killed, I went home, saw my Mom and Dad for the first time in years, and a pack of demons followed me, they killed my parents. I swore I'd never let anyone I love get hurt because of me again. It really gives you a new perspective, doesn't it? Losing that which you hold so dear. It's probably why I'm so fucked up. I can't let people love me, because it usually gets them killed. Jarrad loved me, and he died, my parents loved me, and they died. So, keeping separate is easier than having that eternal loss boiling in your soul. But I don't really make much sense."
Willow turned her body and faced Kennedy, looking deeply into her eyes. The deep, creamy chocolate of her irises drawing so much emotion from the red- head. She felt like her insides were grouping together and doing a square dance.
"You make perfect sense." Willow leant forward and let her hand drift up and cheek Kennedy's cheek. She wet her lips slowly with her tongue.
Kennedy pushed forward so their lips were almost touching. "For some reason, everything makes sense right now." Her hot breath tickled Willow's lips.
The redheaded witch closed her eyes and lent in, Kennedy simultaneously let her eyelids drift closed and felt the slightest brush of Willow's soft lips against hers. Her body reacted and a light, tingling sensation danced its way over her skin. Willow pressed in a little more fervently and captured Kennedy's lips properly, suckling on her bottom lip. Small kisses repeated themselves, both girls completely trapped in the moment.