Chap 2
"Ken...Ken, don't." Willow whispered in the dark.
"I want to. I'm...restless."
"Kennedy, Faith and Buffy are on the other side of this room, they're 3 feet away." Willow whispered a trifle angrily.
"So?" Even in the darkness Willow could tell Kennedy was grinning.
"So I'm not into exhibitions!" Willow hissed, a little louder.
"You're ashamed of me."
"No!"
"You are." Kennedy insisted, her voice softer than ever.
Willow swallowed hard, and removed her hand from Kennedy's arm, which was wrapped up around her chest.
Kennedy smiled victoriously.
Willow lay in the dark, her girlfriend groping her chest and kissing her neck and wondered why she had tears in her eyes.
Why she wanted nothing more than to burst out of that bed and run, fast and far.
It's the adrenalin. From the fight. Willow comforted herself, almost totally unaware nowof what Kennedy was doing- so successfuly could she block her out.
Three feet away Faith lay awake.
Beside her Buffy slept quietly, unaware.
She heard Kennedy and Willow's whispered debate, and had guessed at the conclusion before they'd finished. Willow would give up.
Red would never have let the other chick do that to her. Faith mused. Although it's my guess that that girl...well that the situation wouldn't arise.
Faith rolled over noisily, not caring if the girls heard her.
"Gotta piss" she muttered, faking a sleepy tone, and deliberately not looking at the other bed.
"Fuck." Kennedy said silently.
She rolled over onto her other side, back facing Willow and tried to sleep, a frown creasing her forehead.
Damn it Willow why won't you love me?
When Faith retuned from the bathroom she glanced over to the other bed. Kennedy was sleeping, mouth open.
Willow met Faith's gaze for a few seconds in the darkness and just before Faith looked away she swore she saw a look of gratitude in the witch's eyes.
Weird. Wouldn't mind a roll in the sack myself, but unfortunately I'm sleeping with Ms Prude herself.
Next morning Willow rolled bleary-eyed out of bed, stepping directly onto a discarded hairbrush and stumbling forward.
Strong arms caught her roughly. "Watch it Red." Faith snapped, obviously not a morning person.
"Sorry."
Faith yawned and slung her arm casually around Willow's shoulder. "Whaddya think Red, breakfast."
Willow smiled and left the room with her, not looking back.
When Buffy awoke the room was empty, and faint noises of laughter told her that she'd slept in, and the others were at breakfast.
"Buffy Summers?" A polite voice intruded.
Buffy sat up quickly, mouth dropping open in surprise.
"Tara?"
I just got Season 4 of Buffy for my birthday and have been watching it over and over.
I should try and finish one of my other stories but I feel like Buffy at the moment so I won't.
Lol I mean, I am, but the chapters are coming along slowly.