Disclaimer: None of the characters in this story belong to me. They belong solely to Joss Whedon. I just borrow them, and toy with them a bit...

Characters: Willow and Tara. And some Kennedy in this chapter.

Other: Femmeslash, not for da little kiddies.

Willow and Buffy arrived home at almost four in the morning. Having both decided that neither was ready to go home just yet, they stopped at a twenty-four hour coffee place to further their previous conversation. They left at about three-thirty, hoping no one would be awake to scream at them. They were'nt so fortunate. Kennedy was sitting on the bottom step of the stairs when they walked in. She immediately jumped up, and dove right down their throats. "Where the hell have you two been? I've been sitting up all night worrying about you two!"

"Calm down, we just went and had some coffee, because neither of us was tired." Buffy said smiling.

"Yeah, it's okay baby. We're both fine. We were just too wound up to come home." Willow said, looking at Kennedy with innocence, and grabbing her hands.

When it came to Willow, Kennedy had always been weak. She submitted to almost anything she said. Which is what got her into trouble most of the time. Especially when Willow gave her looks like this. "Alright... Just don't do it again without at least calling ahead of time." she submitted, placing a hand on Willow's cheek.

Willow smiled. "Alright. But let's go upstairs. I must apologize properly." She said.

"Whoooo, you go girl." Buffy said, smacking Willow's ass as she passed, leading a giggly Kennedy up the stairs.

When they reached their door, Willow all but threw Kennedy against it. "Oww, Will, you're going to wake--" She was interrupted by Willow's hungry lips crushing against hers. Willow opened the door so they stumbled in, and she started ripping Kennedy's clothes off before they got it shut all the way. Glancing at the bed, Willow knew she wouldn't make it. She threw Kennedy against the wall, and Kennedy arched her back in pain, but didn't stop Willow, it was kind of arousing to see the normally kind gentle Willow let loose. She almost came early because of it.

Willow crushed herself into Kennedy against the wall and literally ripped her bra off. Doing it the right way would take too long. And before she was ready to burst, she stripped Kennedy of her pants violently, almost knocking her over, lifted one of her legs, and thrust two fingers hard and deep inside of her. Kennedy gasped and dug her nails deep into Willow's back, and bit down onto her shoulder. Willow grunted with agony, and pushed harder, faster and deeper.

It was getting harder and harder for Kennedy to keep quiet. Pleasure coarsed throughout her entire being, and she just wanted to scream. Thrust after thrust, Kennedy was brought closer and closer. Clamping down on Willow's shoulder wouldn't work anymore. With a few more violent thrusts, Kennedy screamed her release, while Willow withdrew her fingers, and let Kennedy go.

Still reeling from her orgasm, Kennedy slid to the floor. Her mind was clouded, and her toes were numb. She didn't think it had ever been that good before.

Willow walked over to their bed feeling guilty. She felt like having sex with Kennedy was somehow betraying her Tara. Yes, her Tara. She'll always be her Tara. But she'd never felt like she was betraying her before... Maybe it's just rebound feelings from her previous conversation with Buffy. Or maybe, just maybe, Tara was alive, and she was betraying her... That thought almost made Willow cry. If Tara was alive, she definately wouldn't be here, with Kennedy. Why did it have to end he way it did?

Kennedy crawled into bed next to Willow. Apparently she wasn't quite done, because she wrapped her arms around Willow, and started kissing her neck. Willow turned over to face Kennedy, and stopped her. "No baby, that was my apology, remember?"

Kennedy smiled at her lovingly. "But can't I give you an acceptance?"

"You already did. A very loud acceptance. I'm just really tired. You probably are too. I'll see you in the morning. Night." Willow kissed Kennedy's nose.

Kennedy was in shock. She'd never been blown off like this, especially from Willow. "Oh, well, okay. Night."

Willow rolled back over and tucked her hands under her head. Drowsiness took over. She gave a yawn and drifted off to sleep, thinking that if Tara was out there, she'll find her. Tomorrow, because she's really tired.

"I love you, Will." Kennedy said.

"Mmhmm. Me too..." Willow said, and she drifted into a dream where her and Tara were still together, and living happily, with a few munchkins scattered about.

Kennedy was a little scared, but she tried not to let it bother her. Will was just tired. She'll have her fiery red head back, and in love with her by tomorrow morning. And she, too, drifted off to sleep.

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