Brown Eyes Blue

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Chapter 15:

I’m Leaving on a Jet Plane...


“Wow-” Xander says softly then smiles, “If I buy a camera would you-” his words stop.

She sits up and her eyes meet his- “Xander!” She swats him and he smiles playfully. “You’re such a man sometimes!”

“I’m kidding-” he pauses, “mostly-I hate when you’re upset.” He kisses her forehead and she puts her head back on his chest.

“I don’t know what’s happening-I’m scared.” Her tears fall and he tries to comfort her. Tara watches from the window.

A few days later Willow and Tara are lying in bed. “You think she’s okay?” Asks the redhead, her fingers laced with her girl’s as they lie spooned together.

“I’m sure she is,” assures Tara pressing a kiss to the back of her girl’s neck.

“I want her to come home. I mean back here,” says the witch as she tries to cover her slip.

“Her home is here sweetie,” says Tara, her voice soft.

“Tara-” the redhead speaks in a whisper, “I have to tell you something.”

“Okay.”

“It’s about Kennedy,” she turns in her lover’s arms and their eyes meet, “and the kiss.”

“I’m sorry it happened Willow.”

“I know,” she touches the blonde’s cheek. “But I was-it made me jealous.”

“You don’t need to be,” she brushes her lips gently against the witch’s. “I love you.”

Tears begin to fall, “I know-” she tries to stay composed so she can finish her confession. “Tara-I wanted -I wanted it to be me.”

The blonde’s face shows confusion, then realization, then just a second of hurt before she pulls her girlfriend tightly to her. “It’s okay.”

“No! It’s not-I love you, always.” Tara presses her lips to Willow’s forehead. “Always,” she repeats as her tears stream down her face.

“Shhhh-sweetie,” Tara continues to hold her.

“I’m sorry-I’m so sorry,” says Willow still apologizing for her feelings.

Hours later Willow is still wrapped in Tara’s arms and she has cried herself to sleep. Tara kisses her forehead and traces her fingers up and down her arm. The witch begins to mumble in her sleep. “No-you can’t take her-I won’t let you. I won’t-” her words are hard and cold-her breathing erratic- “No!” she shouts and sits up, Tara sits up with her and turns on the light.

As she looks back at her she shows fear, “Will!” The redhead’s eyes are glowing black, her fists clenched. She raises her hand as if to cast, “Willow!” Tara grabs her hand.

Suddenly the witch realizes it was a dream and tries to relax. Still the darkness fills her and tries once again to take control. “Tara-” her voice trembles, “help me.”

The blonde Wicca takes her by the hand and leads her to the center of the floor. She goes to the drawer and gets out the chalk, she draws a circle and then searches for the needed ingredients. “Sit down.”

“No!” Booms a deep voice from within her as again she raises her hand pointing at her lover, “I won’t let you control me.”

“Willow sweetie,” Tara tries again. The door opens and Tara sees Buffy. “Get Giles.”

Willow turns and waves at the door and it slams shut. “They can’t help you-” a menacing smile crossing her face. “No one can!” Her smile leaves as a current hits her and she falls to the ground.

Tara goes to her and kneels beside her unconscious redhead, “I’m sorry sweetie, but you’ll be okay.”

The door opens and Buffy bursts in surprised by the scene, “What happened?”

“I-I’m I’m not sure, it-something had control of her,” states Tara trying to stay composed.

“Why is she-” her words stop.

“I had to-she’ll be okay-” she says softly as she strokes her cheek. “Help me get her in the circle. I need to try to do a cleansing.”

Buffy picks her up and places her inside the circle. Tara walks around placing and lighting candles. “Giles is on his way.”

The next morning Willow starts to wake, as she opens her eyes she sees Tara resting under her. She forces a smile, “Hey.”

“Morning. Better?”

“I think-thanks to you.”

“Do you remember the dream?” Asks Tara. Willow shakes her head. “It’s okay.”

“I could have hurt you,” her words are barely a whisper.

“But you didn’t,” she kisses her lips softly and it turns quickly passionate as she seeks at the redhead’s tongue. They explore together-lips, teeth, tongues. “Don’t want to talk about it anymore-” she gasps out as they break for air. “Just want you.”

The wanting turns to taking as Tara's hands slip under her lover's pajamas. One hand up her body to caress then massage a breast and the other down to cup her sex. The redhead moans-then pants Tara's name as two finger dive inside and start a torrid pace instantly. "Goddess!" She gasps out as she can feel her body racing toward release."Tara-" she groans as she feels lips against her neck-sucking gently.

Minutes later, hanging on the edge she cries out a warning as her lover's thumb presses her throbbing clit- "I'm gonna-" the words stop as she spasms around the fingers-her body stiffening before collapsing back to the bed. She lies trying to compose herself but Tara has other ideas.

The blonde kisses slowly down her girl's body-her fingers still inside but unmoving. Willow shivers at the touch. Tara smiles against her skin, "I love you."

"I love you, come'ere." Tara moves slowly back up her body and their lips meet in a soft kiss. When it ends they look into each others eyes. They kiss again, the blonde smiles as she teasingly removes her fingers. Willow moans. "Vixen," she grins.

"Too many clothes." She grins back as her hands begin to remove them. Soon they naked-hands tease and caress, then lips do the same-but this time the pace is slow and unrushed.

Later they lie in a tangle of glistening arms, legs and sheets. Willow is spooned in the arms of her blonde. “Willow-” Tara speaks her name softly, “Have you thought about what Giles said?”

She smiles an honest smile for an instant, “Been a little too busy to think.” Tara smiles too and kisses her neck. After a few silent seconds she speaks again. “About going to England you mean?”

“It wouldn’t be for long,” assures the blonde.

Willow turns to face her, her hand resting on her girl’s stomach-tracing teasing circles there, “You think it’s the only way?”

“The safest way,” Tara kisses her forehead.

“You’ll come with me?” She asks and her Wicca smiles and trails smooth fingers over her cheek.

“Yeah-so I’ll tell him to make arrangements?”

“Okay, but I want to explain to Kennedy. I don’t want her to think-” again she stops her words.

“We promised we’d give her space.”

“I know but I don’t want her to think this is her fault,” Willow's sad eyes meet soft blue.

“We could just tell Spike-” suggests Tara though she knows that it won’t appease her redhead.

“We could,” concedes her girl to Tara’s surprise. They are quiet for a few minutes finally Willow speaks. “I’m scared.”

“Of what sweetie?” She caresses the redhead’s cheek, then kisses her lips.

“What if the dark magicks are already too strong-and I-”

“No.” Assures her Wicca, “No, they’re not.”

“You can’t know-”

“I can, I know you and you wouldn’t let that happen without a fight-and neither will I. I‘m not gonna let anything happen to my girl.” She presses a kiss to her lips. Willow’s tears start to fall. “Shhh-it’s okay.” She wraps her love in her arms and holds her as she cries.

That night Spike is strolling in the cemetery patrolling by himself when he senses someone behind him in the brushes. “All right Red-come out.” Slowly Willow and Tara emerge from their hiding place. “You shouldn’t be out here.”

“We needed to talk to you,” says the redhead.

“There are safer ways-you could have told the Slayer, she knows where to find me.”

“We are going to England,” informs Tara. “We leave the day after tomorrow.”

“We wanted Kennedy to know,” adds Willow.

“So tell her, she’s at the crypt.”

“If you could give her the message,” tries Tara.

“Could but I’m not-it’s time the three of you deal with this.”

“Deal with what?-What did she tell you?” asks the redhead nervously.

“Slayer junior-she doesn’t talk just mopes around like the Poof-buy her a leather duster and she’d give him a go.” He smirks at the double meaning the sentence left. “In the moping I mean, she wouldn’t actually give him a go-she’s too wrapped up in the two of you for that.” They stare at him confused and he smirks, “Don’t tell me you didn’t know.”

“You’re wrong,” says Willow.

“Right love-you keep saying that, then maybe you’ll convince yourself.” He walks away.

Kennedy is watching the television in Spike’s crypt when she hears then sees the door opening. The bleach blonde vamp looks around surprised. “Company gone so soon love?”

Kennedy turns to him confused, “What are you talking about Spike?”

“The witches didn’t stop by?”

“No-” she looks back to the screen as if she’s not interested. Spike goes to the kitchen and gets blood from the fridge, pours it in a mug and pops it in the microwave. “Why did you think they were here?”

“Told ’em I wasn’t carrying their messages.”

“What message?”

The microwave dings and he gets his blood from it. He carries it into the living room and sits down across from the young Slayer-to-be. “Seems they’re flying out in a couple of days.”

“Vacation?”

“England’s all I know.”

“Probably for the best.” Kennedy stands.

“Where you going pet?”

“Sudden urge to kill something,” she states as she goes toward the door after picking up a crossbow.

“Want me to come along?”

“No.” She leaves and he shakes his head.

The next day Kennedy stands at the door of the Summers’ house. She starts to knock but it opens before she can-Dawn is standing there, “Kennedy.”

“Hey-Buffy here?”

“No she went grocery shopping but Tara and Willow are home-go on in. Or if you want you can hang with me, I’m headed for mochas with Janice.”

“Could we maybe talk before you go-or while you walk?”

“Sure-” she closes the door and sits on the steps. “What’s up?”

“Willow and Tara-”

“They miss you.” Dawn looks at her concerned. “We all do.”

“Why are they going to England, is it because of what happened. The kiss I mean?”

“Kiss?”

“Never mind-” she stands.

“I don’t know anything about a kiss-they’re going to England for Willow. She’s having some trouble with the magicks. You should have been here the other night she almost hurt-” her words stop and then she starts again leaving out the details of the night. “They’re going to do a big ritual cleansing with a coven there.”

“Can’t Tara do it?”

“This is better they said, that’s all they’ll tell me.” There is a pause and Dawn speaks again. “You should talk to them-they’d probably tell you way more since you’re a Slayer too-or will be someday. I have to go.” Dawn stands.

“Thanks-” says Kennedy as she stays there on the steps. She watches as Dawn walks away. She turns and looks at the door. She steps toward it slowly and then stands inches from it. She reaches for the door handle but stops. She rings the bell instead and waits nervously. A few seconds later the door opens and she sees Tara standing there, “Hey.”

Tara smiles, “Hey-I was hoping you’d come by before-come in.” She moves from the doorway and Kennedy walks inside. They both reach to close the door and fingers touch. The younger girl pulls her hand away, “Sorry,” says the blonde softly.

“S’okay-Spike told me that you were leav-” she stops.

“Tomorrow,” states Tara.

“I don’t understand-is Will okay?”

From the bottom of the stairs the redhead speaks, “No-but I will be.” She moves to Tara’s side and takes her hand.

“What was Dawn talking about-what almost happened the other night?”

Willow pales and Tara squeezes her hand, “Nothing happened-” her eyes meet her redhead's.

“I almost,” Willow tries but stops.

“It’s over,” Tara insists. “We’re not gonna worry about it right?- You promised.” She kisses the witch’s hand.

“Okay.” Tears try to form but she forces them away.

“How long will you be gone?”

“We’re not sure,” answers the blonde. “A week-maybe two.”

“Maybe more-it’s really up to the coven,” Willow says softly.

“You’ll keep in touch?” Asks Kennedy her voice full of worry.

“We will,” assures Tara.

“Kennedy-promise me you’ll be here when we get back-” Willow’s eyes meet hers and she can’t refuse her. The young would be Slayer nods not trusting her voice. “Good-good that helps a lot, one less thing to worry about.”

“Don’t worry about anything but getting better. I’ll take care of things here,” Kennedy's strength finds its way to the surface again. Without thinking she steps forward and hugs the Wiccas.

Giles walks in the room and watches unsure. He clears his throat, the girls separate and face him, “I’m sorry to interrupt but we may have a problem.”

Later in the living room, the witches, the Slayer, Kennedy and Dawn sit listening to Giles. “My first thought was Xander, but then they explained the ritual in more detail and it doesn’t seem appropriate.”

“So it should be another girl since-because of the nakedness?” Dawn asks and Tara nods.

“That’s what they suggested.” Giles says. His eyes turn to his Slayer, “Buffy can’t leave here-leave the hellmouth unprotected.”

“Dawn?” questions Buffy.

“No-because of the mystical energy-it could effect-” Tara says.

“That leaves,” starts Dawn as all eyes fall on Kennedy.

“Me?-No-hell no I can’t.” She stands-as if they were one, both witches reach out and take her hands in theirs.

“We need your help,” says Tara.

“I need your help-” whispers Willow.

Kennedy looks from Willow to Tara and then back to the redhead. Her mind reels *this is so not a good idea,* she thinks. She however slowly nods her head.

The next morning they sit three across as they wait for the plane to take off. Willow is in the middle and she holds Tara’s hand, “I hate flying.”

“I know baby-” she presses a kiss to her forehead and Kennedy looks away uncomfortable.

“Just think about something else,” suggests Kennedy. “Happy thoughts-”

Willow nods and closes her eyes, her mind begins to wander-she takes a calming breath and almost instantly she is asleep. Kennedy looks unsure, “Is she asleep?”

“Sort of,” smiles Tara. “I put some herbs in the drink. They relax you.”

“You dosed her?”

“It’s better if she sleeps.”

Kennedy looks at Tara unsure, “Remind me never to piss you off.”

“It’s hard to do.”

“Yeah-I’m starting to get that.” They are quiet as the blonde watches her redhead sleep. “Tell me about the other night.” Tara nods.

In her sleep induced state Willow dreams of Tara-they are in each other’s arms kissing passionately. The door opens and Kennedy walks in. Without a word she sits on the bed beside the redhead and traces the soft curve of her bare hip with her hand.

“Goddess-” whispers the witch while see sleeps.

Tara smiles, “See-good thoughts.” Kennedy nods and they continue to talk.



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