Paradise

Willow's breathing came in shallow gasps; Kennedy literally took her breath away when she wanted to. The witch closed her eyes and arched her neck up into the kiss, both arms hooked around Kennedy's neck holding her in close. Her slayer kissed like a goddess, and she knew that had she been standing, her knees would've buckled by now.

When oxygen became absolutely necessary, Willow only parted her lips from Kennedy's a fraction of a hair apart. Her eyes, half closed, bore up into her girlfriend's. She ran one hand through the raven locks, brushing them away from Kennedy's face.

"You are so beautiful..." she murmured, lightly brushing her lips against Kennedy's again.

Kennedy returned the kiss and then slowly pulled away to gaze down at the woman beneath her. "Beautiful?" She smiled softly and ran her fingertips gently over the witch's lips. "I don't think there even exists a word to describe how you make me feel, but okay, beautiful it is."

She smiled and leaned back down to kiss the other woman again, only this time, the kiss held a lot more fire, more passion. The slayer suddenly felt her body becoming ignited with the need to feel Willow's skin against her own. She tried to pull away from the kiss to give words to her sudden desperate need. "W…Willow, I-I need to feel you."

The muscles in her hands started to strain and ache from the effort she was using to restrain herself from just ripping the clothes from her lover's body. "Can I, baby? Can I feel you?"

"Please do," came out in a whimper. Willow didn't care if it sounded cheesy, pathetic, or whatever, but she needed to feel Kennedy's hands on her almost as much as the Slayer needed to. Removing her hands from around Kennedy's neck, the red head slid them down to the hem of her Slayer's shirt and tugged upward slightly, hinting that she wanted it off ASAP.

It only took Kennedy a second to realize that Willow was feeling the need just as much as she was. With the slight tug on her shirt, the slayer lifted her arms to allow the witch to remove the article completely from her body.

"Willow…" she moaned breathlessly once the shirt was free from her body. Without a moments hesitation, she attached her lips to the delicate skin just below the redhead's jaw as she brought her hands up and started to work on the buttons on her lover's shirt.

Once the last button was freed, she pulled the material back and started to trail a path of heated kisses down the witch's neck to her chest. She kissed her way down over the other woman's collarbone, through the valley between her breasts and straight down to her navel.

Sticking her tongue out, Kennedy swirled her tongue ring against the woman's sensitive flesh, her own desire now fully in control.

Willow's eyelids fluttered and she groaned softly at the feeling of Kennedy's warm tongue against her flesh. "K... Kennedy..." She trailed a hand through her slayer's hair, the other one softly massaging at the skin on her bronze shoulder. Though her feelings for her girl went deeper than looks, there was no use in denying it- Kennedy was, to put it in Xander terms, "a knock out". It was beyond Willow why someone like Kennedy, who could have any girl within a hundred miles if she so desired, chose to be with her, but in no way was she going to complain.

Never in her entire life had Kennedy ever thought that she would be so lucky to know, much less, be in love with a woman like Willow. When it came to beauty, there really was no other being in heaven or on earth that could compare, but it was not only Willow's looks that made Kennedy's heart flutter. It was her. Willow, pure woman in every sense of the word.

Her skin was so soft. Her lips, so enticing, and the way that she moaned when Kennedy kissed her on either…was enough to drive the slayer wild with passion.

Which was something Kennedy often found herself filled with when it came to the redhead. The present moment not excluded.

The feel of Willow's fingers running through her hair and the gentle massage of her fingers against her flesh drove Kennedy's inner slayer wild. "Willow," she whispered against the witch's skin as she began to kiss her way back up her lithe body. "I want…I want to…"

“What?” Willow murmured to her girl. She pulled Kennedy back up to her, kissing her lips and then along her jaw line. “Tell me what you want, baby…” she whispered breathily into Kennedy’s ear, placing soft, airy kisses as she spoke. One hand remained in the brunette’s hair, while the other traveled down to the girl’s hand. She slowly brought it down to the waist line of her own pants, hovering there as she pulled back to look Kennedy in the eye. “My slayer…” she whispered with a soft, loving smile.

"You," Kennedy whispered, gazing down into the witch's eyes. "Only you…forever."
She leaned in to give the woman a deep, searing kiss as she slipped her fingers under the buckle of the redhead's belt and started to unfasten it.

When the leather was free from the clasp, she popped the button on Willow's pants open and slipped her hand between the material. She slowly began to drag her fingertips against the heated skin of Willow's belly, effectively pulling down the zipper in their wake.

"God…I wanna make love to you so bad right now," Kennedy whispered, bunching the material of the witch's pants tightly into her fist.

The tightening of the fabric rubbed against the red head’s already aching center, and she stifled a groan, arching up towards Kennedy’s hand. “Please,” Willow whispered back, instinctively spreading her legs apart a bit more and raising her hips so her pants were easier to remove. “I ne… need you to…”

All higher brain functions had momentarily been thrown out the window, as what usually happened when Kennedy was involved. The slayer could make her feel so… alive, so wanted. It was a feeling she never wanted to stop.

Hearing those words uttered from her lover's mouth was more than enough to convince the slayer that her desire was returned. She started to plant gentle kisses against the witch's lips, chin and neck a she lifted her hands to grab both sides of the redhead's jeans.

Supporting her weight on her elbows, Kennedy tugged the jeans over her hips easily. Once they were past her thighs, the slayer lifted her legs from the top of her lover's so she could kick them the rest of the way off.

Kennedy let out a deep sigh when she felt the heat of the redhead's skin nearly burning her own through the material of her jeans…but it wasn't enough.

"Willow…Willow I want you to…to," she could barely get the words out, her desire laced heavily in her words. So instead she reached out blindly for the witch's hands and pulled them to the buckle on her belt. "Off."

If she didn’t know any better, Willow would’ve thought Kennedy was ready to pass out on her. The look on her face was like a high, obviously for both Kennedy but the witch as well. Willow sat up slightly and kissed her slayer fiercely, hands going to work to rid the girl of her belt.

Once the buckle was undone and out of the way, Willow whipped it off and let it fly halfway across the room. She heard it smack against the blinds pulled down over their window, but paid no attention as Kennedy’s jean button was the next to go.

Taking advantage of Kennedy’s- well, Kennedy in general, Willow grabbed her Slayer around the waist and flipped them around in one swift movement so she was on top. Grinning down devilishly at her girlfriend, Willow kissed her way down to the Slayer’s stomach, then the waist line of her pants. Glancing upwards once, Willow took the zipper of Kennedy’s pants between her teeth and slowly pulled it downward.

Heaven.

That was the only word Kennedy could think of to describe the moment. The feel of Willow so close to her, and just the thought of where her mouth was…it was almost enough to send the slayer over the edge then and there.

Almost.

Kennedy knew that tonight was more than just a 'heat of the moment' thing. She knew that it was a night to love Willow and let herself be loved the way that they both wanted, both needed.

Kennedy felt the witch's fingers grip the sides of her jeans and she lifted her hips to allow them to be pulled from her body. As soon as she was free of the restricting material, she sat up abruptly, pulling the redhead back up to her lips. She reached out with her hands and hooked them under the witch's thighs, her fingers leaving little white imprints against her flesh.

The slayer pulled her girlfriend tightly against her body, forcing her to wrap her legs around her waist. She kissed her deeply, passionately as she felt the heat of the moment starting to build past the point of control.

"Willow," she hissed when she felt the full contact of the other woman's skin against her own. Her fingers started to massage the witch's thighs as she slipped her tongue into her mouth. She heard the steady stream of moans coming from her lover and it drove her wild.

Kennedy's hands started to slide from under the other woman's thighs, slowly working their way to the inside. She smiled against the witch's lips when she felt her grip on her waist tighten.

Willow gasped against Kennedy’s lips, breaking contact ever so slightly as the teasing touches of her girlfriend worked their way closer to their ultimate target. She was taking her time in slowly driving the witch insane, though if this was what insanity was like then she never wanted to experience the alternative. In short, she was so close to release already that her entire body felt like it would explode if it didn’t happen soon.

Her leg muscles clamped around the Slayer’s waist, holding herself as close to her girlfriend’s body as possible while not completely suffocating the Slayer. “Kennedy…” she moaned, closing her eyes when she could no longer resist the urge to. She pressed her forehead into the Slayer’s, breathing raggedly as she clung to the woman.

"So soft," Kennedy whispered as her fingertips came into contact with the soft underside of Willow's upper thighs. The witch's head fell into her neck, and Kennedy could hear the faint moans drifting into her ears. She turned her head to the side and lightly nipped at the witch's ear. "I know where else you're soft…"

She broke the torturing contact with the redhead's skin to slowly drag her fingers up and over the delicate silk of her lover's panties. "Nice," she breathed with a desired filled smile at the touch of the deep green silk covering her girlfriend's most intimate flesh.

She felt the muscles in the witch's legs quivering against the skin of her sides. Deep, harsh bursts of air were hitting the side of her face rapidly as she nuzzled into the endless auburn of her lover's hair.

She finally managed to work her fingers to the top of Willow's panties, gently and agonizingly slow, she dipped them beneath the waistband.

Squirming ever so slightly, Willow’s breath hitched when she finally felt Kennedy’s fingers graze the sensitive flesh of her nether lips. “Oh goddess…” Her left hand tangled itself behind the raven haired beauty’s head, holding her close, while her right dug its fingers into the tanned skin of the girl’s shoulder. “Please, I-I… I need y… you…” she struggled to form the words, swallowing hard and gasping again against the Slayer’s ear.

Kennedy's left hand suddenly slipped from its confines in the witch's panties. She faintly heard the sound of a light whimper, but it was soon replaced by a surprised gasp when her fingers gripped the material and ripped it from the witch's body.

The slayer let out a deep growl as her left hand gripped onto the redhead's hip tightly. She slowly slid her other hand between her lover's thighs.

"Willow," she barely managed to breathe, "r-raise up a little."

She felt her girlfriend swiftly lift her hips just enough for her hand to fit between their bodies. She gazed deeply into the green hue of the witch's eyes as she slowly slid her fingers into her lover's body.

This was the most complete she had felt in a long time, the moment Kennedy entered her. Her eyes closed momentarily, and it took every bit of willpower- no pun intended- she had left to force them open again. Gazing into hazel eyes, Willow shifted slightly and very slowly began to move against Kennedy's hand, all the while keeping eye contact best she could.

If she hadn't been a witch, and a sideman to the Slayer for the last seven years, it would've been this moment that convinced her magic existed.

Kennedy started to add a little more force behind each thrust, gripping the redhead's hip tightly, she aided in her steady movements, feeling herself fall more and more in love with the woman.

"I love you," she whispered with a gentle, breathless smile.

“Lov… l-love y-you more…” Willow started to grin at her, which quickly turned into a loud cry of pleasure, louder than she had intended. “O-Oh… Kennedy… Kenn…” She leaned forward against the Slayer, pushing down a bit harder against her lover’s hand as the rhythm they built fell more in sync.

Stars soon started to explode in front of the witch’s eyes, and she once again moaned into Kennedy’s ear. “Oh, baby…” Both hands that were grasping desperately onto Kennedy’s shoulder blades tightened their grip, nails digging into her skin, as the wiccan’s whole body started to tremble.

The slayer let out a deep groan. Lifting her hips suddenly, she managed enough leverage to turn both their bodies over, effectively pinning the redhead beneath her. In this position, Kennedy could apply more friction, more leverage behind her thrusts.

Raising her thigh, she hooked her leg over and underneath the witch's, giving her better leverage to get at her lover. She watched as the older woman's eyes rolled back in her head, arching her back into the air. The slayer smiled, satisfied with the new feeling she invoked in her lover.

"Its okay baby," she whispered soothingly, "you can let go. It's only me."

Let go she did. Her release came in a warm rush, her inner muscles spasming around Kennedy’s hand. She arched her back and neck, crying out her lover’s name one last time.

Despite what one might think about ‘quiet, mousey Willow’, she could be damn vocal when she wanted to be.

Reaching out blindly, Willow wrapped one hand around the back of Kennedy’s hand and yanked her harshly forward, crushing their lips together. The jerking movement made her lover’s hand push further into her and she groaned again. Warm liquid coated Kennedy’s hand as she continued to come down from her ultimate high, and she continued to kiss the Slayer, forgetting completely about oxygen.

It was moments later before the slayer was able to break the kiss. She pulled away gasping, taking in a few deep breaths before collapsing onto the woman beneath her.

"Wow," she finally breathed, "that was…intense."

She lifted her head enough to make eye contact with the older woman only to see that she was still struggling to regain her own breath. Kennedy smiled. "Damn baby," she said taking a quick glance down at their bodies, "we didn't even get all our clothes off this time. Either we're getting better, or I'm getting worse." She managed a light chuckle between her still shallow breaths.

“If that was *bad*, then pencil me in for the good…” Willow giggled, feeling a bit loopy. And very, very happy. She stretched her neck up to lightly nibble on Kennedy’s lips. “I guess my lustiness is just too hard to resist. We might have to start walking around naked more often so the clothes don’t become a permanent problem.” Grinning slyly, Willow’s hand trailed down Kennedy’s back and to the material of her panties. Sliding underneath, she gently cupped the slayer’s ass.

Needless to say, the witch was getting her second wind and was ready to return the favour.

"Willow," Kennedy breathed, feeling her body come back alive with the witch's gentle, yet firm touch. She let out a little moan and leaned down the short distance to place a delicate kiss on the other woman's chin.

"That's it baby," she nearly growled against the redhead's lips. "Touch me."

She felt the other woman's fingers flexing against her tight muscles, sending a wave of pleasure through every nerve cell in her body.

Using her legs and free arm to help maneuver their tangled bodies around, Willow flipped them over so she was on top of Kennedy. She removed her hand from Kennedy’s underwear, lightly dragging her nails along the delicate skin. Silently, she reached around her own back and unhook her own bra, freeing her body from any further restraints.

Now, it was her lover’s turn.

Willow descended on Kennedy’s lips, closing her eyes and kissing her love sweetly before pulling back. “I love you,” she whispered softly down to the slayer, then grinned a little. “Since it bares saying more than once.”

Kennedy smiled. "Please, feel free to say it whenever and…however you want." The slayer grinned, feeling completely at the witch's mercy, but never more in control.

She gazed up into the soft eyes above her, waiting for any sign of what her lover may be thinking, but her thoughts just kept coming back the same way, her.

That's what Willow was thinking. All about her, and it made Kennedy very, very happy.

She wasn't use to being the one receiving. Even though she was completely in love with Willow, it was difficult for Kennedy to give up complete control to the other woman, but after countless nights of holding and being held, making love and being loved, she knew that she could trust the redhead, with her body and with her heart.

And in this moment, the slayer felt the complete need to be touched by the other woman, to feel the sensations, the pleasures that only the older woman could provide.

Reaching down with her left hand, the brunette took hold of the witch's hand and slid it up her body to her breast.

"Touch me Willow," she whispered, and leaned up to claim the woman's lips.

The witch groaned softly against the Slayer’s mouth, closing her eyes briefly as she gently squeezed the hand cupping Kennedy’s breast. As much as her Slayer looked sexy in a black-laced bra, she looked even sexier with it off.

Snaking her hand down to the bed and underneath Kennedy, Willow fumbled around before finally undoing the clasp. She pulled the black material slowly off, allowing it to drag agonizingly slowly against the Slayer’s sensitive nipples.

The older girl gave a sultry smile down at her lover. “Told you you were beautiful,” she spoke in a low, husky voice. Finally, the bra followed the path Kennedy’s belt had taken earlier, across the room and out of the way. Now the gorgeous woman lay there in only her matching laced underwear, with the witch straddling her hips.

"God Willow," Kennedy moaned, arching her back. "You drive me crazy."

She felt as though her skin was on fire. The cool air coming into contact with her heated flesh didn't make it any less fiery either. It always seemed that the other woman's touch brought out the fire inside.

The slayer started to subtly lift her hips from the mattress in hopes that her lover would catch the hint that right now, she needed…wanted more.

But she knew and felt that Willow already did. It was almost as though the two women were one in moments like this. They always seemed to know what the other needed or wanted, and was never disappointing.

The slayer felt the witch's hand easing the material of her underwear down and over her hips. She lifted her lower body just enough to allow the material to slide off.

Dangling the underwear in the air for a moment, Willow grinned again before tossing them aside. She then crawled back up Kennedy’s body, laying down again and pressing her own body into that of the Slayer’s. The witch caught her lover’s lips in a searing kiss, making it her current goal to deprive the woman of oxygen first and foremost.

She pressed her thigh into Kennedy’s hot center, already feeling moisture coat her leg where they connected. Intent on driving the Slayer nuts, she pressed her leg against Kennedy in a rhythmic motion a few times before pulling back. Smiling down at the lust-filled gaze of her lover, she placed a chaste kiss against her lips. “Tonight, you have to wait for it.”

With that, the red head kissed her way back down to Kennedy’s breasts, taking her right nipple into her mouth and gently swirling her tongue around it. Her hand went to Kennedy’s left breast, trying to give it equal attention.

"Oh…you're….you're gonna pay for this," Kennedy hissed between shallow breaths as she felt her lover's expert tongue stroke her painfully erect nipple.

You couldn't tell it by just looking at her, but Willow Rosenberg could be quite the tease, and Kennedy loved it. She loved how only Willow could drive her insane and make her feel complete euphoria all at once.

But her need for the other woman in this moment was too much. "B-baby please, I…I can't take it." She arched up into the other woman in hopes that she would understand just how bad she needed it right now.

The red haired wiccan glanced up at Kennedy and could see the almost painful pleasure contorting on her face as she flicked her tongue over the sensitive nub. Her resolve to not give in faded, and she moved her tongue south. However, Kennedy’s needs didn’t stop her from admiring Kennedy’s finely tuned form. Goddess, her Slayer was beautiful… she ran her hands lightly down the girl’s well-toned abs, sending shivers through Kennedy’s body at the touch. She licked a small path up from her hip, across her stomach, to just below her ribs before moving down to where the Slayer was begging for her to be.

Willow pushed Kennedy’s legs further apart, nestling herself down in between them comfortably. She kissed the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, placing small love bites here and there. Getting agonizingly close to but not yet touching…

"Oh…God…" Kennedy moaned, feeling the woman's hot breath against her. She couldn't take it.

"Willow please. I-if you don't…I think I'll just…die," the slayer pleaded with her lover to touch her, to give her that release that only she can.

But the moment that the witch's tongue touched her in the most intimate of ways, Kennedy felt her whole body freeze. Her muscles tensed and her belly tied in knots. It was as though her body was in shock from the pleasure.

It only took a moment for it to register in her brain, and when it did, wave after wave of perfect pleasure ran through her whole body. From the tips of her toes, to the top of her scalp, Kennedy felt it.

Pleasure. Happiness. Fulfillment. Love.

The slayer felt her orgasm begin in a slow burn, rapidly heating up to the point of no return with every touch, every stroke of the older woman's tongue. She reached down with both hands and wove them tightly into the long red tresses of her lover's head, holding her in place just long enough for the last tremor to sizzle and die out.

It was moments later before she was finally able to breathe normally again. She blinked her eyes to try and rid them of the sweat. "God…that was…amazing."

Willow rode out her lover’s orgasm, her tongue never ceasing in its magic. Only this time, it was a metaphorical magic. She grasp onto Kennedy’s hips as the Slayer bucked, crying out into the otherwise silent room.

Then Kennedy came down, and Willow slowly kissed her way back up her Slayer’s body, wrapping her arms around the girl. When Kennedy finally reopened her eyes, Willow nuzzled her nose against the brunette’s cheek. “Welcome back,” she said softly, snuggling up close.

Kennedy smiled contently and wrapped a strong arm around her lover. "Mmm…its good to be back," she smiled and pulled the redhead deeper into her embrace as she felt herself slowly starting to drift off.

"Oh and Willow?" She added sleepily, pulling the witch even tighter against her side. She turned her head and buried her face into the other woman's soft auburn locks. "This isn't over," she whispered lowly as she started to drift off to sleep.

Intertwining her legs with the brunette’s, Willow snuggled into Kennedy’s warm, strong embrace. She felt the need to all but crawl inside of the slayer, to be perfectly content. “What’s not over, baby?” she mumbled tiredly, quietly breathing in the scent of her Slayer.

"If I remember correctly," Kennedy stated slowly, pulling the witch's legs tighter into her own, "I owe you some teasing."

Willow buried her face in Kennedy’s neck and made a noise somewhere between a groan and a laugh. “Meanie…” She nipped at the Slayer’s ear.

"You're one to talk," Kennedy replied with a light smile. "You shouldn't give it unless you can take it. You've brought this on yourself, Rosenberg."

Willow hmmphed softly, looked as if about to protest, and then got this... look on her face. She grinned devilishly at Kennedy. Without warning, she practically pounced on Kennedy, her previously magical fingers started to work at the Slayer's sensitive stomach, tickling her to death.

"You should be careful who you reveal your weaknesses to," she stated with a grin.

The slayer could barely contain her laughter. "You…you seem to b-be forgetting one thing," she barely managed to get out between fits of laughter.

Willow's fingers suddenly stilled on the brunette's stomach and she looked down at the woman with curious eyes.

Kennedy grinned.

The slayer's hands suddenly flew up and grabbed the smaller woman's wrists in a near death grip. She leaned up the short distance to whisper into the redhead's ear. "I'm not so weak anymore."

With a quick flip, the slayer had the witch once again pinned beneath her, a devilish smile on her face.

Willow's eyes widened. "K-Kenn! That's cheating!" Oh damn. That's what she got for picking a tickle fight with a Slayer. "Baby, please, n-not such a good idea... please..." Kennedy was just looking at her... that way. 'That way' was never a good thing. Well, sometimes it was, but in this case she didn't think so...

Kennedy decided she liked it when she had her girlfriend at her complete mercy. With her left hand still firmly holding the redhead's right wrist, she let go of her left one to trail her own hand gently down her lover's side.

"If I remember correctly," Kennedy started with a grin, "there's this one spot right about…here." The slayer brought her hand to rest on the inside of the witch's upper thigh right where her leg met her hip. "That seems to be the most sensitive." The brunette started to softly circle the delicate skin with the tips of her fingers.

With a loud 'yipe!', Willow tried to squirm away to no avail. Kennedy was sitting on and effectively pinning her.

Kennedy thought for a moment, and then her smile grew. "Of course," she drawled sexily, "I am willing to forget this whole incident provided that you can make it up to me."

Raising an eyebrow upwards, Willow chewed on her lower lip. "Hmm... interesting. What exactly are you proposing, missy?"

"Well," Kennedy started, leaning back down to rest her body fully on the other woman's. "I was thinking that maybe we could make that perfect moment come true after all."

When she received the cute little confused look from the redhead, she smiled.

Kennedy began to slowly stroke her fingers through the red tresses. Supporting herself above her lover by her elbow, she gazed down into her wide eyes with a gentle smile.

"I was thinking…maybe we could take that trip to the beach, lay out under those stars, you know, have some time for just us."

“A little… post-apocalyptic celebration?” Willow asked, running the idea through her mind. At the moment, nothing sounded better. “Be, normal people for a change?” She smiled upwards at Kennedy. “I’m kinda thinking my little slayer’s a bit of a genius.”

The witch propped herself up on her elbows, craning her neck up a bit to kiss the brunette. “Of course, it would have to be all-inclusive, nakedness and all…” she suggested with a mischievous smile.

"Mmm…" Kennedy moaned happily as the kiss ended. "Now who's the genius?" She smiled with a raised brow. She ran her hand gently over the soft skin of the redhead's thigh. She looked deep in thought for a moment before sighing.

"I just…I'm feeling kinda selfish now. I mean, we just saved the world, big 'Yay for us' and now…I just want to be with my girlfriend. I couldn't really care less what happens to the world right now. Does that make me a bad slayer?"

“No, it makes you a slayer who just helped to save the world and would like a little bit of time to rest,” Willow corrected. “Nothing wrong with that, sweetie. Besides,” she lay back against the pillow, pulling Kennedy back down with her and resting the Slayer’s head on her shoulder. “I wouldn’t mind a little bit of personal time with my girlfriend, either.”

She absently ran her fingers through Kennedy’s hairs. “You know, get to know you a little bit more *away* from all of the apocalypse hype.”

The slayer smiled. "You don't know how glad I am to hear you say that, baby. I was so worried you'd think that I didn't appreciate…that I didn't deserve this gift. I just…" She trailed off and lifted her head to look into her lover's eyes. "I just want to be with you. Forever."

Kennedy felt her heart swell at the smile that she received. It was gentle, soft and beautiful all at once. Just like Willow.

"Although," Kennedy added, as an after thought, "I don't really know what else you need to know about me. I love Italian, pretty much any sport, horror movies, dogs…" She paused for a moment and her smile grew more serious. "You.”

Willow chuckled slightly, brushing the back of her hand along Kennedy's cheek. "I know that stuff, silly. I just mean..." she paused. "I don't know... everything. How you grew up, f-family, just... everything." Willow knew enough about Kennedy that family was a bit of a sore subject, but it had obviously played a big part in how the Slayer came to be, so she still wanted to know. "I-I just hope... you want to tell me." She added that last part a bit nervously, biting her lip.

The smile slowly faded from the slayer's face. She just looked down at the other woman for a long moment before letting out a deep sigh. "Baby…you know there's nothing in this world that I wouldn't tell you. I could never deny you anything…including my past."

She paused for a moment to brush a lock of red back from the witch's eyes. "My mother was originally from Madrid. She met my father when her family moved to America, well Texas to be more exact. She was very young when she had me…" The brunette trailed off for a moment, obviously battling within herself to continue. "I don't remember a lot about her…just that she loved me and my father very much."

Kennedy stopped for a moment and smiled. "I was only four when she died…but it's almost like I can still hear her singing to me."

“I’m so sorry…” Willow whispered, hating having to hear the pain in Kennedy’s voice, even though the Slayer tried to hide it. “But… I know that if she was still here, she’d be very proud of her daughter. A-and not ‘cause she just finished saving the world, but… because of the strong young woman she’s become.”

"Thanks baby," Kennedy smiled and leaned down for another kiss. She let out a content sigh and rested her head onto the witch's shoulder. "I don't miss her so much anymore. I mean, there are still some nights that I can't get her face out of my head, and sometimes I…it's still hard, but having you with me…doesn't make it hurt so much anymore."

She pulled her head up from the other woman's shoulder and smiled. "How do you do that?"

Willow grinned back softly. "Magic."

TBC...