Lust

Chapter 2

Kennedy rolled over in bed, her hand searching for her lover. When she came up empty her groaned, not wanting to open her eyes to find the witch gone from the bed. “Here we go again” she growled, slowly opening her eyes. A quick glance at the clock told her that it was a little before dawn. She grumbled again, she liked sleeping in but she never could without Willow safely asleep next to her. The young slayer rolled over in the bed and stood up. “Shit” she grumbled, the cold floor shocking her body. “I’m in California dammit it’s not supposed to be cold” she grumbled again, padding across the floor to the stairs. She glanced at the desk. Willow’s laptop was missing from its usually place. She shook her head as she climbed the stairs. She could hear Willow typing away in the dining room as she opened the door. Shaking her head she detoured into the kitchen, grabbing herself a cup of tea. Sipping it she listened to the tapping of Willow for a few more minutes. It surprised her how she was able to find peace in the littlest things nowadays.

“That’s because you thought the world was going to end” came Willow’s voice in her head. She spat out the mouthful of tea she had in her mouth.

“Hey I told you to warn me before jumping into my head woman” Kennedy angrily thought, walking into the dining room, the front of her shirt soaked with tea. Willow giggled at her girlfriend, who was trying hard to stay angry.

“I’m sorry baby, I felt you wake up and I was wondering what you were up too. By the way why are you up?” Willow asked, stretching her back. The sound of vertebrae snapping back into place caused Kennedy to wince.

“Baby how long have you been sitting up here” Kennedy asked, forgetting about being angry. Willow sighed, looking at the computer.

“Oh I figure about seven hours now” she said quietly, not wanting to see the look of anger in Kennedy’s eyes. She knew Kennedy hated it when she researched late into the night. She kept telling her that it was unhealthy and what if they needed her and she was too tired. But the old hacker in her couldn’t stop from researching. They have spent many nights angry at each other over this.

Kennedy sighed, lifting Willow’s head, it was way to early to argue. “Well then my love..”, she said looking her deep in the eyes, “since you have been up for so long researching then you can come back downstairs and get some sleep. Don’t worry the big bad will still be here in the afternoon” Kennedy smiled as the hacker’s eyes filled with confusion.

“Don’t you mean morning” Willow asked, looking outside. The sun was just coming over the horizon. “Oh” she answered, smiling sheepishly.

Kennedy chuckled as Willow closed the computer. “Now come on you nerd, it’s off to bed” she said, putting her arm around Willow’s waist. Willow huffed indignantly and started to pull away from her. Kennedy grabbed her shirt and spun her around into a deep kiss. She ran her tongue across Willow’s lips, waiting for her to grant her access to her hot mouth. Willow moaned as she opened her mouth, moaning again as Kennedy’s tongue entered. They stood there, kissing each other passionately until finally Willow pulled away for much needed oxygen. Her lips swollen from the kiss. Kennedy’s eyes were darkened, but she held back. Willow needed to get sleep, so she could hold out for a day or so. She and the witch walked back to their apartment. Kennedy watched Willow as she walked down the stairs, watching as her ass swayed. Kennedy moaned, rubbing her face, “Definitely have to take a cold shower later” she said, follow her lover to bed. Willow was asleep before she could even get settled in bed. Kennedy cuddled underneath her lover, sighing at the warmth coming from the redhead. “You have no idea what you do to me, Miss Willow Rosenburg. You have no idea”.

Buffy tossed around, whimpering as images of those that died plagued her. Her body covered in sweat as she fought the demons that plagued her dreams.

"What do you want from me!" she screamed in the middle of the darkend room, as images of those she could not save flooded all around her.

"Buffy why couldn't you have come a minute sooner?" her mother asked reaching out to her. Tara was next to her reaching out as well. "It was your fault that Warren came with a gun. You took me away from Willow, she almost destroyed the world! How could you" she screamed. Buffy rocked back and forth, her hands clamped over her ears as the tears flowed down her face.

"I'm sorry, please forgive me" she sobbed, trying to block out the cries from the people she loved. The people faded in the dark room. Buffy looked up at the solitary figure that had their hand out. She took it and stood up. The figure stepped back into the darkness before she could look at its face.

"I have to wonder why a slayer would be forcing herself to go through this kind of agony. Are you masochistic or do you really think you deserve this punishment" said the voice. Buffy looked at it, tears still staining her face.

"Who are you" she asked, not being able to figure out of the voice was a boy or a girl. The figure chuckled, giving away a hint of feminine tone in her voice.

"You keep asking that. But I asked you first. Why is the most powerful slayer in 2 centuries in oblivion letting figures torture her like it was her fault they were dead. They aren't even the original person. Just apparitions you created in your mind" the voice said, getting stronger.

Buffy blinked back the surprise, wiping away the last of the tears. "Because if it wasn't for me they would all still be alive" she answered angrily. The figure chuckled again as Buffy's anger rose.

"No they wouldn't have, more would be dead. But now is not the time for that discussion. I must take my leave."The figure turned to leave.

"Wait, you didn't answer my question. Who are you? Why aren't you showing yourself?" Buffy asked, crossing her arms. The figure stopped for a minute and turned its head.

"Now is not the time. It's sunrise" she said, looking at the sun that appeared over the horizon.

"Wait" Buffy called out, but the figure was gone.

Buffy sat straight up in her bed, her body covered in sweat. Her breath was uneven as she looked out her window to the rising sun. "What the hell is going on" she thought, collapsing back into bed. Her mind drifting back to the figure that has now twice seeked her out. "At least I know it's a girl" she said outloud, getting out of bed. She pulled her bathrobe over her naked body and walked out to the window. She looked out the window and gasped.

A heart was drawn on the window, with a stake drawn through it. On the sill under it laid a beautiful dagger with a rose laid across the blade, a note stuck underneath it. Buffy pulled the note gently underneath the blade and opened it.

"To help you fend off those demons, both in and out. Soon slayer, very soon"

Buffy looked out the window again. What the hell was going on?