Paradise

As bits of sunlight forced themselves through the room's dusty blinds, Willow groaned and buried her face into Kennedy's shoulder. Sun meant morning, morning meant rising... she didn't want to do that.

The red haired witch tried to fall back asleep, but to no avail. Kennedy, however, looked content to stay unconscious for a little while longer. Her mouth hung open slightly, and a soft snoring noise emitted. Willow stifled a loud giggle, beaming down at her lover.

Then, ever so quietly, Willow got off the bed, sure not to disturb Kennedy, and started for the bathroom. Something had been stuffed under the front door, so she went over to look. A note from Giles or Xander, stating that fresh clothes were on the other side. Apparently, they had enough sense not to enter the room last night. It made Willow smile wanly, not wanting to imagine the awkward reactions to anyone... walking in on her and Kennedy.

Opening the door a crack, the red head snatched the two sets of clothing inside, then hurridly closed it again. Glancing back at
Kennedy, whom still slept soundly, Willow placed one pair on the table across from the bed, and took the other into the bathroom with her.

She resisted the urge to soak in the hot shower for another 48 hours. Willow cleaned herself up, using the cheap motel soap,
shampoo and conditioner, leaving some for Kennedy when the other girl woke up. If ever. "Slayers," she murmured softly to herself, smiling.

A short time later, Willow had dried off and dressed, wandering back into the main room. Seeing Kennedy still sleeping soundly, she quietly went over and crawled back onto the bed next to the slayer, sitting. She bent over to the slayer's ear, placing small kisses against it. "Baby, time to wake up," she whispered softly, working her way back up to Kennedy's lips and placing a soft kiss there as well. "C'mon, sweetie..."

"Mrghgaff," Kennedy moaned in her sleep at the disturbance, but the witch was not deterred. Willow continued her rain of light kisses against the soft skin of the slayer's face until she was finally forced into consciousness.

First one and then two opened to reveal the deep brown shade of the younger woman's sleep filled eyes. She quickly squinted them against the harsh light of day as she barely managed to make out the figure looming over her.

But the sounds of her lover's sweet voice gently rousing her forced her body and mind to fully awaken.

"Baby," she mumbled softly with a smile as she leaned up the short distance and pulled Willow's lips down to her own.

Willow grinned into the kiss after a moment, pulling back with an amused expression on her face. “For a second there, I thought fireworks or an elephant were gonna be necessary. You sleep like the dead.”

Chuckling, the witch exhaled softly and pressed her forehead down into Kennedy’s. “Sleep okay?”

"Like the dead," Kennedy replied with a smile. She gave her lover another quick kiss before pulling herself up onto her elbows and glancing over at the clock.

"10:00 AM Will?" She looked back up at the witch with a smirk. "That's barely double digits. We wouldn't be a little anxious today, would we?" She asked with a raised brow and a smirk.

Shaking her head, the red witch poked Kennedy playfully in the shoulder and pushed her back down onto the pillow. “Quiet, you,” she said with no attempt to hide her smirk.

Sighing, Willow lay down on top of the covers, next to Kennedy. She rested her head on the slayer’s shoulder. “Couldn’t sleep any more… just kept thinking about today, everything that’s… well, I-I don’t even know what’s going to happen.” She fiddled slightly with a part of the blanket laying across Kennedy’s stomach, pinching the material in between her fingers. “And I’m kind of… scared. O-or nervous, I guess would be a better word to use.”

"Well, I have to say that I'm not really liking either," Kennedy replied leaning over to run a gentle hand through the still damp strands of her lover's hair. "You know I can't stand it when you feel scared or nervous," she continued, gazing down into the witch's eyes intently. "Although, I have to say that I'm not liking that you're feeling those words because of me even more."

The slayer paused and chewed her bottom lip lightly. "Will…I-I want you to know that you can tell me anything. If…if you really don't want this trip with me, I want you to feel free to say so. Don't worry about hurting my feelings, please. I just want you to be honest with me."

Kennedy reached out and tapped on the witch's skull with a gentle finger. "What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?"

“Huh?” Willow blinked at Kennedy for a moment, propping herself up on an elbow to look down at the slayer. “Y-you think I don’t…” She shook her head, then leaned down to quickly give Kennedy a meaningful kiss, letting it linger for a few moments. Pulling back a small ways, she grazed her thumb across those beautiful lips. “Baby, our trip, that’s not what I’m worried about. Goddess no… I-I guess I just mean like, the immediate repercussions a-and stuff, like the next 24 hours… but nothing, ever, is going to make me question this decision. I *want* to go away with you, more than anything…”

She kissed the slayer a second time, her eyes threatening to drift shut for good this time. “The one thing I’m not worried about right now is *us*.” Pausing for a beat, she gave a small grin. “Well, maybe where exactly this little beach party for two is going to take place, since there’s a wide variety of beaches waiting for us to christen across the globe, and narrowing it down to one is going to be kind of a bitch.”

Kennedy smiled. "Well," she began as she started to pull herself on top of the witch. "Why don't we…" She trailed a gentle finger across the neckline of the redhead's low cut shirt.

"Make a list," she said slowly as her finger inched lower on the witch's torso. "Of all the ones we like," she continued, trailing her eyes back up to lock with her lover's.

Her hand began to disappear between their bodies. "Then, we can start from the bottom," she emphasized her last word with a gentle thrust of her hips. She watched as the breath hitched in the witch's throat and she smiled before leaning down to bring her lips within a fraction of the older woman's. "And work our way…up."

“T-that w-would be…” Willow swallowed hard as her mouth and brain started to disconnect. “Kinda h-hard… lot’s of n-nice ones…” Her voice was a little higher than usual.

The witch brought her hands to Kennedy’s hips, but not before pulling the conflicting sheet completely off of her slayer so their contact was not hindered. She ran her fingers over the smooth skin, gazing at her lover’s form in awe. The one small stream of light that was escaping through the room’s blinds struck the slayer at an angle that lit her up like some sort of Angel or Goddess from above.

“S-shouldn’t we be… I mean, the others might be waiting…” her voice betrayed the fact that right now she really didn’t give a hoot about the others.

"Let 'em wait," Kennedy mumbled against Willow's lips before laying claim to them in a gentle kiss. Her hand began its path up and over the witch's hip, hiking her shirt up to just under her breasts.

The slayer planted tiny kisses against the witch's skin, feeling tiny pops of electricity everywhere their flesh touched. Kennedy knew that Willow was the only woman that with the mere touch of her skin could set her own ablaze.

The slayer started to work her way higher on her lover's body, her lips nearly coming into contact with the soft underside of Willow's right breast.

When the sudden thought of the matter at hand occurred to her. She lifted her head abruptly and peered up at the witch with thoughtful eyes. "You're right."

“Huh?” Willow repeated through a haze of building arousal. She was almost at the point where she was going to rip her own shirt off if Kennedy didn’t do it for her. “About…” she swallowed hard, willing her tongue to focus. On talking. “About what?”

"Beaches. Lots of…beaches," Kennedy mumbled as she pulled herself into a sitting position next to the witch. She looked deep in thought for a few moments. "Well, there's the obvious: Hawaii, Bahamas, Jamaica, or the more local, Miami or L.A"

She paused for a moment, her eyes darted back and forth in deep thought. Then she smiled. "I got it." She looked over at her lover and spoke softly. "Rio."

Willow propped herself up on both elbows, watching the thoughts almost literally flash across Kennedy’s face. “Rio…” The witch cocked her head to the side, gazing intently at Kennedy. “Rio, as in… de Janeiro? Brazil? South America?” Her eyes widened a bit at the thought. “Wow…”

Having grown up in Sunnydale, Willow had never really been outside the ‘walls’ of the hellmouth. Unless you counted that three month trip to England, in which she spent either being suicidal or locked inside a coven room with a group of very scared witches. A lot of her earliest times there… she honestly didn’t remember. Things were such a blur.

Rio wasn’t exactly, in technical terms, “an ocean apart”, but it was a heck of a long ways away from where they were now. She’d seen pictures plenty of times before. The rainforests, the beautiful city with a statue of God or Jesus overlooking it… surrounded by mountains on three sides, then the ocean.

Coming out of her day dream, Willow shook her head and glanced over at Kennedy. “Rio, huh?”

"Yeah," Kennedy answered with a half smile. She reached out and took one of the witch's hands in her own. "I mean, if it's okay with you. I've always wanted to go, ever since I was a little kid." Her eyes lit up at the thought, but she quickly backtracked. "I mean, as long as you want to. It doesn't matter where we are, as long as I'm with you, I'm the luckiest woman in the world…the universe."

She smiled at the look she received from her lover. "So…whaddya say? Cause I have to tell you, I'm just imagining lying next to you, somewhere along the beaches of Ipanema, watching the sun set overhead as a soft gentle breeze hits our bodies just right…"


Willow couldn’t help but giggle slightly. Kennedy was so damn cute when she wanted to be. “Hmm, I don’t know…” She had the hint of an evil glint in her eyes. “If I say no, will you do that adorable pout-y thing you sometimes do to swing my vote in your direction?” Willow wiggled her eyebrows slightly, suddenly feeling giddy at the thought of this whole trip.

Scooting closer to the slayer, she gazed into chocolate brown eyes. “How could I say no to you?” she murmured softly, sighing in content. “I think there’s a rule somewhere that says it’s impossible…” She gave the slayer’s lips a small nip.

Kennedy sighed at the light touch against her lips before pulling back to look into the other woman's eyes.

She smiled. "Willow, I don't think you really know how much this means to me. Just the thought of having you all to myself, of holding you while you fall asleep, of waking up next to you..." The slayer leaned back in with a playful smirk, nipping at witch's ear. "Making love to you all night…and all day."

"I'm thinking we're going to need an extra large hotel suite for this," Willow replied, closing her eyes as Kennedy nuzzled at her neck. The thought of no hellmouth or huge disaster standing in their way, just time for them and them alone... her smile suddenly started to faulter. "Kenn... t-this is going to cost a lot of money." She frowned, not liking when her brain started to kick in with the logical side of things. "I mean, I think my bank went down with Sunnydale. I don't really have... a lot left at the moment. I might need a bit of time before I can pull enough together to... y'know, pull together." Her features showed her obvious disappointment. She was really looking forward to making this an as-soon-as-possible trip.

"You know," Kennedy mumbled between light kisses against the redhead's neck. "I usually find your brainyness very sexy, but…you think too much." She pulled away and smiled. Kennedy reached out and entwined her fingers with her lover's. "Remember when I first came to stay at Buffy's? Before we were all with the lovin' and you were still baggin' it?"

The slayer waited until Willow nodded absently. "Well, remember that conversation we had that night? About me with the summer home and the house with the wings?" Another nod from the witch signaled her to continue. "Well, it just so happens that to have all those houses with the wings, you tend to need to have lots of money…which I do." She finished with a smile.

Willow still looked a little confused and Kennedy couldn't help but chuckle. "Baby, money's not an issue for me, it never has been. Will, you're the woman I love, which means it's not an issue for you either, and as long as you'll have me, it never will be again."

She reached out and took the witch's face in her hands. "I love you Willow. I want to give you the world. I'm not saying that money is everything, far from it actually, I just mean that giving you, giving *us* this trip is only the beginning."

Wings. Oh yeah, wings. She remembered that. Willow knew that Kennedy came from money, a lot of it, though how much ‘a lot’ was she didn’t know. Her slayer never liked to insert the money factor into conversations, or make it an up-front note when meeting people. The brunette wanted people to like her for her, not because she was rich. Willow respected that more than the other girl probably knew.

The witch smiled softly. “I know, Kenn, I know… but, I-I just don’t want you to, y’know… feel like you have to pay for everything? And I really don’t want you to. We’re equal in this, the both of us.” She pulled her slayer to her, lying back on the bed and pulling Kennedy down on top of her. Slipping both arms around the brunette’s neck, Willow gave her girl a crooked smile. “Now don’t get me wrong, I expect extravagant birthday gifts and many many shiny pretty things for Hannukah.” At the strange look she got, Willow rolled her eyes. “Not everyone worships Santa, you know!”

"Will," the slayer chuckled. "It wasn't the Hanukkah thing. It was the equal thing." She received a raised brow in return. "WHICH…we totally *are*, most definitely are, but…I want to do this for you. It's not about the money, or the equality, it's about giving you something because I can…because I want to."

She ran her fingertips lightly over the redhead's face. "I want to do this for you Will. The cost doesn't matter to me. I don't want it to seem like I'm all 'Look at me, I've gots the money' cause I'm not." She smiled at the giggle that received. "I can't say I'm not just a little big on the butch, cause hello…" she trailed off with a roll of her eyes. "But I'm not saying that I feel responsible for taking care of you either. I told you Will…its not *my* money anymore…it's ours."

“Then as co-owner of your ‘wings’…” Willow said slowly with a growing smirk on her face, “may I suggest a first-class trip to Rio de Janeiro?” Without waiting for an answer, she launched herself up at her girlfriend, pulling her down into a searing kiss. Her hold around Kennedy’s neck tightened slightly, not wanting to let the slayer get away.

When she hoped she had successfully left the brunette breathless, Willow pulled back a fraction of an inch. “Goddess above, Kennedy… when did I get so lucky that I found you, huh?” She smiled lovingly at her girl.

Then, became rather aware of the fact that Kennedy was still really, very naked. Glancing down at her partner, then back up at her eyes, she raised an eyebrow.

It took a moment for the slayer to regain her breath, but when she did, the first thing she noticed was the look in her lover's eyes. It sent a chill down her spine and heated her skin all at once. "W-Will, as much as I would…*love* to stay in this bed all day with you…we really need to get a move on if we're gonna make that first class trip by tomorrow." She paused at the pout she received.

"Oh baby," she gently sighed, leaning in to kiss it away. "I just mean…we got lots of shopping to do. We both need whole new wardrobes, and of course…there is the small issue of swimwear."

She stopped and lifted a finger to her chin, pretending to be deep in thought. "Let's see…I'm thinking, something red, something…small, something…with tiny little strings that are just *so* easy to pull open…"

She trailed off and looked down at her lover with a grin. "And of course, we'll need bathing suits too."

“Little minx,” Willow teased, her pout still half there. “Since when did we switch places? Two minutes ago you were trying to ravage me…” A glance at the clock told her it was 10:45 now. She whined, burying her face in Kennedy’s shoulder. Now that she was back in bed, she didn’t want to get out. “At least one of us is already dressed. Well, partially.” Her shirt was half unbuttoned, and rather ruffled. She grinned into Kennedy’s neck. “Besides, I like you this way. You’re all warm, and… soft.” One of her hands travelled its way down Kennedy’s back.

"Soft," Kennedy repeated in a breathless whisper before letting out a low moan. She dropped her head into the crook of the redhead's neck, turning her head to the right, she began to place heated kisses against the skin she found there.

That's when she felt the witch's hands dig deeply into the muscles of her lower back, letting out a long moan in the process. The sounds of her lover began to heat her up from the inside.

"Willow," she breathed lifting her head to pull the woman into a deep kiss as she slipped her hand down between their bodies.

The wicca closed her eyes and slipped her tongue into Kennedy’s mouth, dueling against her girlfriend’s own pierced one. Her fingers softly kneaded the muscles along her lower back. “Mmm…” she mumbled into Kennedy’s lips, briefly breaking contact. “Have I ever told you how much I *love* your choice in body jewlery?”

Kennedy smiled. "Well, not so much *told*…as screamed." Her smile quickly grew into a smirk. "Speaking of screaming…" She kept her eyes locked on her lover's as she slipped her right hand from its place on the witch's hip. She never broke the eye contact as she slowly began to unfasten and unzip the witch's jeans.

As she slipped her fingers beneath the fabric, her smirk slowly began to fade to be replaced by a look of pure intent. "I love you Willow. For as long as I live…you're the only one." She smiled at the gentle look she received in return before leaning down to lay claim to her lover's lips in a soft, tender kiss. She pulled away and began to kiss her way down the redhead's body.

Sometimes, it amazed Kennedy what power the other woman had over her. With just one smile, one kiss, she was at the witch's mercy, and she knew that as long as she lived, there would never be another woman who could set her ablaze like the redhead.

She truly loved Willow. With every ounce of her body, her mind and her soul, she loved Willow. A thought that often times scared the slayer. The feelings that her girlfriend incited in her often frightened her as much as they brought her joy. She knew that she couldn't live without her now, it wasn't even a question. She also knew that if anyone or anything ever hurt her, she would stop at nothing short of murder.

But at the same time, it was Heaven to be with Willow. Every time that she would look over and smile at Kennedy or reach out to hold her hand, or lie next to her in bed at night just to watch her sleeping or hear her breathing was enough to fill the slayer's heart with joy.

Yes, there was no doubt about it. The sex wasn't the only reason she loved Willow, granted it was a big part of their relationship, but by far the *only* part.

But…she had to admit. Touching, feeling, tasting the redhead was ecstasy. Pure and simple…ecstasy.

"Willow," she breathed against the now heated flesh of the redhead's navel as she swirled her tongue inside of it, making sure that her stud came into contact with the witch's flesh on every twirl.

She knew how much she loved that.

Willow’s eyes practically rolled back into her head, and she let out a low groan. “Oh, Kennedy…” The slayer certainly knew how to ignite the fire within the witch. After her body being neglected for almost a year, she was more than thankful someone like Kennedy came along to remind her what it felt like to be alive.

Shivers were sent spiraling through her body as the other woman’s tongue grazed her skin. In some odd way, the sensation nearly made her mouth water. “Baby, please…” The hand that was currently wrapped in the younger girl’s raven locks gently pulled her head up, just enough so they could meet eye contact. Willow absently licked her lips, her eyes communicating the absolute need coursing through her body at the moment. A need that no one other than her beloved slayer could fufill.

Kennedy watched as the woman's eyes grew dark, conveying to her just how much she wanted…needed this.

Kennedy could never deny Willow.

She smiled up at her girlfriend before reaching out with her left hand. She felt the warm flesh of the witch's right hand and entwined their fingers, holding her hand tightly as she lowered her mouth to the place where she was needed the most.

Kennedy brushed the very tip of her tongue above the redhead's center, teasing her flesh into responding. When she heard the low groan from above, she knew her lover was ready.

The slayer lifted her other hand and pulled the witch's jeans down her thighs, bringing her panties down with them. She closed her eyes and breathed in her mate's scent deeply.

"Mmm…Willow," she husked before lowering her mouth to lay claim to her lover.

The contact on her most intimate flesh made Willow inhale sharply, her back instinctively arching up off the bed. She gave a low moan as Kennedy started to work her magic, all with the power of her own sexy-ness combined with that amazing little stud of metal. “Mmph,” she grunted, pushing her hips forward slightly to get more contact.

The hand intertwined with Kennedy’s clenched tighter, her grip never faultering. She squeezed her fingers in the same agonizingly slow rhythm Kennedy was creating with her tongue. A light sweat broke out on the witch’s skin, and she closed her eyes as her breathing began to pick up.

Kennedy looked up at the witch's face and smile as she continued to bring her lover to climax. She placed a gentle kiss on her skin before slowly working her way back up Willow's body. She smiled down into her eyes when she received a light whimper of protest.

"I'm not stopping baby," the slayer soothed. "I just wanted to hold you."

She leaned down and brought her lips to the redhead's in a deep kiss as she raised her free hand and slipped into the witch's body. Her ears burned from the sound of her mate's cries as she slowly worked her body into ecstasy.

The witch tangled her hands into the gorgeous auburn hair currently swept over Kennedy’s left shoulder. Her lips crushed against the slayer’s, and with all the slayer strength in the world Kenn wouldn’t have been able to break the kiss had she wanted to.

At least until air became a necessity. Willow gasped loudly, both from the lack of oxygen as well as the sensations swirling through her body. She adjusted herself ever so slightly, enough that her thigh rubbed against Kennedy’s wet center every time the slayer thrust against her. She moved along with her, trying to create enough friction for the other woman.

Kennedy's eyes were shut tightly as she felt the sensations shoot through her body. "Oh Willow…" she moaned as she felt the other woman's thigh thrusting against her.

"You…I…" She was suddenly at a lost for words as she felt that familiar tingle in her belly. The slayer felt the moment rapidly approaching and she wanted to make sure her lover was right there with her.

Kennedy reached down with her other hand and grabbed the witch's right leg, lifting her thigh up and over her hip. She angled herself better to add more force behind each of her thrusts. She gazed down into the green pools of her lover's eyes as she felt the perspiration from Willow's body mixing with her own.

"You are…so…beautiful," Kennedy managed to husk out the words between each thrust. Staring down into the older woman's eyes, she couldn't help but think, "I love you baby."

Willow was unable to reply, completely unable to form any sort of coherent words as Kennedy made her eyes roll back into her head. She gasped loudly, her right hand digging instinctively into the flesh on Kennedy’s back.

In the back of her mind, she thought she must look like partially like a fish the way she kept gasping with increasing volume. She couldn’t seem to do anything else at the moment, the feeling her lover was invoking inside of her just too intense. However, she was aware enough that she wanted Kennedy to feel the same as her, be there with her, and the witch managed to slide her left hand down in between their bodies, sinking two, then three fingers into Kennedy’s warmth.

The leg wrapped around Kennedy’s waist clenched and unclenched, pulling the slayer further into her and herself further into the slayer. “So… so close…” she gasped into Kennedy’s ear, swallowing hard as she finally felt her gloreous release crashing over her and sending her over the edge with the force of a nuclear weapon.

"Willow…" Kennedy half breathed, half moaned as she felt the sweet release explode inside of her. Her eyes slid shut and she buried her head in the soft pillow of her lover's hair.

Kennedy was never as vocal as her lover, but that didn't mean she didn't feel it. She did…she *so* did.

The slayer felt her body spasm one last time as the last tremor slowly seeped from her muscles, then she collapsed on top of the other woman. After a few short moments to regain her breath, she lifted her head and smiled down at her lover.

"Whoa."

Not having the slayer stamina or recovery time to back her up, Willow made a few attempts to form words. Failing horribly, she decided to back up Kennedy’s original comment.

“Whoa…” Her heart was still pounding away like a jack hammer, and her breathing was barely starting to slow much more, but she felt good. *So* good.

The hand that had been gripping Kennedy’s side earlier was now gently stroking the soft skin beneath her finger tips, also playing with the edges of Kennedy’s long hair.

Able to talk a bit more now, Willow smiled goofily as she lay back completely limp against the bed. “And… wow…”

Kennedy let out a long, contented sigh. "You know, at this rate, we'll never make it to Rio." She looked up at her lover with a gentle smile. "And I really had my heart set on you in a bikini."

Willow couldn’t help but chuckle lazily, pressing a light kiss against Kennedy’s forehead. “Well, first we have to tell the others that we’re leaving.” Her stomach interupted with a quiet rumble. “And eat breakfast. Post-apocolyptic munchies.”

“Mmm…munchies," Kennedy moaned, turning herself to wiggle away. "Why don't you order in? I think you know what I like by now," the slayer added with a lopsided smile. "I'll be in the shower." She pulled the sheet back and stood up to make her way into the bathroom. She paused at the door and turned to look back at her lover.

A soft smile graced her lips. "I can't believe I'm actually gonna have you all to myself." She stood smiling back at Willow for a moment longer before lazily walking into the bathroom and turning on the shower.

For a moment, the witch just lay contently in bed, listening to the water run as Kennedy washed away the apocolypse grunge. Eventually she propped herself up on her elbows and gazed around the room.

“Attempt number two,” she mused, standing up and gathering her clothes from around the room. The first time getting dressed had been kind of fruitless, but they really did need to get moving…

Once she was fully clothed again, Willow phoned ahead for room service… then was rudely reminded that this was a two star motel in the middle of nowhere, and that a diner was attached to the side by the parking lot. So, she wandered to the bathroom door and knocked lightly.

“Didn’t drown in there, did ya?”

"Nope," came the sudden reply as the slayer stepped through the door, fully clothed and errant strands of wet hair clinging to her face. She ran a hand through the damp locks to push them back from her eyes.

The slayer stepped into the room and looked around carefully before turning back to her lover with a raised brow. "Where's the breakfast, woman? There's not a breakfast eating demon now is there? Cause that would just be…un-fun."

Willow stuck her tongue out at Kennedy teasingly. “You weren’t by chance blinded by lust last night when we stumbled in here, were you? You saw the shamble that is this building?” The witch reached out for Kennedy’s hand. “C’mon. There’s a diner next door, I’m sure the others are already there.”

"Uh," the slayer protested with a grunt as she let the redhead lead her from the room. "Grumble…greasy diner food…grumble, grumble."

“Sorry, did I hear wrong? Were you, Kennedy the Vampire Slayer, complaining about greasy diner food? After all of the crazy creations I’ve seen you come up with at Buffy’s that passed as food? *You’re* complaining?” Willow raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms.

"Who, me?" the slayer smiled. "Of course not." She reached out and grabbed the witch by her hand and started to pull her towards the door. "Now, let's go get some of that grease fried grease," she paused and rubbed her stomach. "I'm starting to feel the hungries."

That made Willow giggle. At the raised eyebrow from Kennedy, she just shook her head. "Well, Faith was always right, about the after-slaying affects..."

"Well," Kennedy smiled, leaning in to lightly nip at the witch's jaw. "I have to say that I definitely agree with her." She paused and ran an appreciative eye over her lover. "Then again, I do have a little…encouragement."

A deep blush creeped into Willow’s cheeks, and she looked down in embarassment. “Ehh…” was all she managed to say, while still bruning a bright red. She wasn’t used to comments like that, never having thought of herself as… encouraging in that respect. But Kennedy always made her feel beautiful, no matter what. It was something she had to get used to.

“C’mon, you… lets stuff your slayer belly full of food. Don’t need my girl wasting away before we even get on the plane.”

Kennedy smirked with a raised brow. "Who you callin' a girl?"

She couldn't help but chuckle at the witch's sudden deep blush. "Come on baby," she let it slide, reaching out to wrap an arm around her girlfriend's waist. "First food, then paradise." She smiled as she led them from the room.

TBC...