Two cold showers later, and I'm still thinking about kissing Kennedy.
I had been completely and totally surprised … and more than a little bit turned on. It'd been such a long time …
And then some of her students walked in on us, and Kennedy pulled a Cinderella without leaving me so much as a glass shoe for my Prince Charming bit.
Half of me wanted to sink into the ground in embarrassment. Half of me wanted to chase after Kennedy and kiss the hell out of her. Being Xander, I split the difference and slunk back to my apartment with my metaphorical tail between my legs.
Sleeping quickly turned out of the question as every time I started to drift off I began having Kennedy-flavored dreams … and those were anything but restful.
"Get a grip, Harris," I tell myself as I drink my sixth cup of coffee. Great. Hormonal AND over-caffinated. I'm just asking for trouble. "That kiss didn't mean what you thought it meant. She was just … doing something that a lesbian shouldn't be doing."
I have to think about this. Yeah, I know. "Thinking" and "Xander" are not two words that normally go together, but I have to figure out what's going on. I've been in life and death situations for years now. I'm no Willow, but I'm not an idiot. I can figure this out if I try hard enough.
Maybe Kennedy had been aiming for my cheek and just missed … though the tongue kind of made that option unlikely.
Maybe it was just gratitude? I know she's been having a rough time lately. She just wanted to thank me … with her tongue.
Or magic. It could be magic. Someone could have thought it would be great fun for the Lesbian Ex of Wonder Wicca Willow to wind up smooching her used-to-be best friend …
Or maybe she just found me attractive and decided that she wasn't going to let a little thing like gender get in the way of her feelings …
Nah. Had to be magic. Had to be a spell. Even if Kennedy had decided to switch teams, she would have chosen someone else to be her boy toy …
Yeah. Magic. That's it. No way that Kennedy could be feeling what I'm feeling … the poor girl is probably going to blow her top when she realizes that she's been bewitched into being attracted to me …
And as tempting as it was to have a woman like Kennedy enthralled with me, this couldn't stand. She didn't deserve this. I wasn't going to let someone hurt her like this.
She deserves better than … me.
So, someone magicked Kennedy into liking me. For every spell, there's a counterspell. Willow told me that once.
Or was it something I saw on Bewitched?
I glance at the clock again and sigh with relief. It's finally a semi-reasonable hour. Now I can make the call.
I'm surprised that I have to actually think about her number. In another time and place, it would have been instinctive … but those days are long gone. Still, I know she'll help me because she's …
"Willow? This is Xander. I need to see you ASAP…."