Paradise

‘We’re not gonna die, we’re not gonna die, we’re not gonna die,’ Willow repeatedly told herself in her head as she swallowed the urge to throw up while the plane turbulence jostled them back and forth. According to everyone else onboard, this was normal and a relatively little amount of bumping and moving around, because most other people seemed to ignore it completely.

That didn’t stop Willow from nearly crushing Kennedy’s hand in her death-grip, refusing to let go on any circumstances. It was probably a good thing her girl was a Slayer, otherwise a medic might be needed when they finally did land. If one wasn’t needed already.

"Ah, Will…honey," Kennedy barely managed to force the strangled words from her mouth as she placed her hand over the redhead's. "Kennedy can't feel her hand."

“Huh?” Willow’s brain registered that it pretty much came out as a squeak. “Oh… s-sorry.” She swallowed again, trying to focus on anything but the fact that they were 38,000 feet in the air and ever so slightly loosened her grip.

“On the bright side, if we’re about to die, your hand won’t matter much.” That too, came out more strangled sounding, as it was actually meant to be lightly sarcastic.

Kennedy let out a deep breath at the slight release on her hand. After a moment, she shook her hand and placed her arm around her lover's shoulders. "Will, honey, if an evil vampire army from Hell and the first ultimate evil couldn't take us out, I doubt a hunk of metal with wheels has much of a chance."

She leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on the witch's temple, before pulling her tight against her own body. "Relax baby. Just remember, in a few hours we'll by lying on the beach," she leaned in whispering in Willow's delicate ear. "Our skin warm from the heat of the sun, our bodies, our minds, completely relaxed…you, by my side."

“That evil vampire army from Hell wasn’t 40 000 feet in the air,” Willow muttered, then forced herself to take a deep breath and close her eyes as Kennedy pulled her close. The arm rest in between them jabbed into her side slightly, but she ignored it and rested her head on Kennedy’s shoulder. “Relaxation… wouldn’t that be nice…”

That arm rest was really annoying. Without thinking too much about it, the witch taped it with a finger and murmured ‘absentis’. It shimmered briefly and disappeared.

Smiling, the red head scooted closer to Kennedy. “Much better…” She felt some of the tension leave her shoulders at Kennedy’s reassuring words.

Kennedy felt the plane bump and jar slightly as the wheels touched down. She took in a deep breath as she felt the witch bunch the material of her jean jacket tightly in her fists as the flight slowly came to an end.

"Will," Kennedy soothed as she placed her hands over the other woman's arms. "We're here, and we're alive." When the witch's grip didn't loosen, she lightly tugged at her arms. "You can let go now…Will?"

It was when the wheels touched down that the witch felt her body go rigid, and she inhaled sharply.

Darkness, extending into forever. Blood, a knife, a dead rabbit lying in the center of the dark room. The image of a woman’s face, physical features, but she was unable to see them clearly…

Chains, a thick black rope, and a purple glowing amethyst, set upon a raised alter; smoke arising from the center-

Willow jerked, her eyes snapping open. She found herself literally clinging to Kennedy, hands bunched tightly around the slayer’s jacket, her face ground into her neck. She was finally able to release her breath, shivering in the process.

What the frilly heck was *that* all about??

***

Kennedy kicked open the door to their hotel room, and with a big smile on her face, carried her lover over the threshold. "Wow," the slayer smiled as she placed Willow back on her feet. "Now this is some kick ass digs."

The brunette looked over at her lover and the smile slowly faded from her face. "Will?" she gently probed as she placed a hand on the witch's shoulder. "What's up? You've been acting all wiggy since we got off the plane."

“Well, an almost-death experience can do that to a girl,” Willow offered with a weak chuckle. She saw Kennedy raise an eyebrow of doubt, and sighed. She didn’t want to worry the slayer, and ruin their vacation. There was no way to be sure that whatever had happened on the plane was actually reason to worry.

The witch hesitated, fidgeting slightly. “I-it’s nothing, don’t worry, I’m fine..”

"Will," the slayer warned. "I think you must be confusing me with your other, more dense and completely clueless girlfriend." She nodded towards the bed before taking a seat. "Cause I just ain't buyin' it."

Sighing, Willow sat next to the slayer and ran her hands through her hair, before leaning forehead resting her forehead in her palms. “I-I don’t know, exactly, what it was, but it…” She paused, trying to figure out herself how to word what happened. “When we landed, I think I… saw, something. Flashes of stuff, really. Kind of like… I don’t know, a vision?”

She glanced over at Kennedy and smiled weakly. “I’ve been trying to chalk it up to me being all ‘eee’ about the plane ride, and everything being all ‘ahhh’, but… it didn’t feel like it.” A knot formed in the pit of her stomach.

Kennedy watched the other woman's reaction with concern. "Vision? As in… 'hot sex on the beach vision…or creepy evil, death and murder vision?" She tried to play off the moment with a light smile. "Cause I gotta tell ya, I'm really hoping it's the first."

Willow returned with a small smile of her own and scooted closer to Kennedy, resting her head on the younger girl’s shoulder. “Sorry, baby… afraid it was more of the creepy, evil dead things, including bunnies…” That brought a frown to her face. “Maybe Anya’s come back to extinct the species.”

"Ohh…" Kennedy moaned. "That's so cruel. Evil bunny killers?" She frowned. "And I thought Rio was gonna be our own private paradise. Not…evil bunny killer land." The slayer leaned her head on top of her lover's and let out a deep breath. "Is there a single place on earth that evil doesn't lurk in every shadow?"

“Neverland?” Willow mused, then frowned again, wrinkling her nose. “Um… t-the non-Michael Jackson one, ‘cause that’s…” She trailed off. Next sentence.

“Nope, sorry Kenn.” She tugged on the sleeve of the slayer’s jacket lightly, still resting her head on the brunette’s shoulder. “Welcome to the Land of the Scoobies, where evil always lurks, and something’s *always* trying to kill you.” She paused for a beat. “Kinda depressing sometimes, actually…”

Then she sat up. Nothing, absolutely *nothing*, was going to ruin this vacation with Kennedy. Even if she had to… well, not kill, but send every single being on the face of the planet to another dimension to do it. And she was mentally resolve-facing that fact.

“Hmm,” Kennedy pondered aloud. “You've got your standard 'resolve face' on, and that can only mean one of two things.” Her voice suddenly dropped low and she leaned in to trace the neckline of the witch's shirt.

“You're either really pissed off about this vision stuff,” she paused to look up into the deep green of her lover's eyes. Grinning wickedly, she leaned in to whisper lowly in the redhead's ear. “Or you're some kinda telepath and you know what I'm about to ask you to do...” she placed a kiss on the shell of the witch's ear. “...with me...” she kissed the delicate skin where Willow's neck met her jaw. “In this very bed...”

Willow couldn’t help the deep blush that crept up through her cheeks. “Kenn…” she meekly started to- well, not exactly protest, but whatever she was about to say was swallowed when she felt Kennedy’s warm tongue and lips on her neck, and a hand gently caressing the skin underneath the hem of her shirt..

She felt her stomach do its familiar flip-flop, her eyelids flutter shut, and her mouth part slightly as she let out a soft sigh. “W-we just g-got here…” she managed, having forming coherent thoughts. Yet again Kennedy had the simple power to render her completely helpless with just the power of her own lips.

“You're right, baby.” The slayer pulled away with a grin. “Time's a waistin'.” She let out a playful growl and leapt forward onto the witch, knocking her back onto the cool comforter of the king sized bed.

Kennedy kissed her lover soundly as she eased her thigh between the redhead's. Digging her knee sharply into the mattress to gain more leverage, the slayer laid all of her desire, longing, passion, and love into the heated kiss.

“Mmm...Willow,” she moaned pulling away from the kiss to run her tongue stud slowly along the side of the witch's neck. “You taste so good,” Kennedy breathed heavily into her lover's delicate ear as she rocked her hips gently against the body beneath her.

Right, like *that* was humanly possible to resist.

“M’kay,” Willow let out breathily, closing her eyes and surrendering herself fully to the slayer. She already felt her breathing start to increase ten-fold and rocked back against the slayer, a low moan escaping as Kennedy’s thigh rubbed and pushed against her already aching center. She pushed her own leg against the younger girl as well, allowing Kennedy the same friction she was receiving.

Willow gently used the hand tangled in her girlfriend’s hair to guide her mouth back to her own. “Kiss me.” It wasn’t a demand, it wasn’t a question. More of a… statement.

Well, you know Kennedy didn't have to be told twice.

She leaned back in and crashed her lips to the witch's, running her hands softly, yet forcefully down the redhead's sides. A deep moan emminated in the back of her throat when she felt Willow apply a slight amount of pressure against her with her thigh. “Mmm, baby.” She pulled back slightly in the kiss and breathed against her lover's lips. “That feels good.”

For a split second, Willow teetered on the edge of either blushing or saying something stupid like ‘thank you’. Kennedy was so much more comfortable with her sexuality; it would take Willow a little getting used to.

But one look up into her lover’s amazing eyes washed away all of the apprehensive tension in her body. She was with Kennedy, she didn’t need to be nervous, or think too much. She didn’t need to impress the slayer, Kennedy lovedher regardless.

In the 1.5 seconds it took Willow to realize that, a sly grin slid across her face. She rocked her hips upwards again, this time digging one hand into the slayer’s bottom and pulling her forward at the same time. She craned her neck upwards to nibble on her slayer’s ear. “Take off your shirt,” she whispered, her other hand already sliding underneath the raven haired beauty’s jean jacket.

Kennedy pulled away from the other woman's grasp. Her breathing had doubled and her heart was threatening to pound its way right out of her chest. She looked down at the woman beneath her lovingly, a light grin pulling at the corners of her mouth. “You sure you wouldn't rather hit the beach first? Catch some rays...take a swim?”

Willow just grinned back at her. “And if I said yes?”

Kennedy's grin widened as her eyebrow raised. She leaned down slowly, keeping eye contact with the other woman as she lowered her mouth to the witch's ear. She breathed into it hotly before whispering huskily, “I think I could change your mind.”

The slayer ran the tip of her tongue along the shell of her lover's ear before trailing it down the side of her neck back to her lips. She hovered there, staring down into the witch's eyes.

Shivers went through the witch’s body, her hands roaming Kennedy’s sides. Any inhabition she had had previously to try and get up to tease the slayer vanished; she couldn’t do it even if she wanted to.

“’Guess w-we’d better stick around then,” Willow breathed, her eyes closing briefly as she allowed just the feeling of Kennedy’s toned body pressing down against hers, the heat radiating from them both, and the cascading brown locks flowing down one shoulder and mixing with red strands against the pillow overtake her senses..

‘Need to work on that shirt,’ she thought to herself, both hands sliding up and under the jean material, starting to push it back off Kennedy’s shoulders.

The slayer pulled her arms back allowing the jacket to flutter from her shoulders. The light 'thump' it made as it hit the bed briefly registered in her ears, but the look in the deep green eyes that were currently staring up at her captured all her attention.

Kennedy watched intently as the emotions played across Willow's face. A shy smile soon turning into a flushed grin. The brunette returned the gesture with a grin of her own as she leaned down to place a gentle kiss on her lover's lips. She felt the hem of her shirt tugged and lifted her arms, never breaking the kiss until the need for the garment to pass over her face, but as soon as it was over, she leaned back in to reclaim the kiss.

Kennedy's strong, slightly calloused hands trailed a gentle path down the witch's sides before coming together just over the button of her low rise jeans. She broke the kiss to gaze down into Willow's eyes, silently asking what she already knew the answer to, but ever the cautious, caring lover, she decided to make sure anyway.

Willow felt her stomach flutter at the look on Kennedy’s face, her heart melting at the soft yet intense expression. Her lover was always so sweet, careful and devoted in everything they did together, especially in bed. She knew Kennedy would never push her to do anything she didn’t want to, but at this point there wasn’t a thing she wouldn’t try with the slayer.

As the brunette’s hands continued their task, she gently nibbled away at Kennedy’s bottom lip. “I love you…”

“Mmm...” Kennedy moaned appreciatively. Willow was very talented at many things, kissing being right there at the top of the list. A fact that the slayer knew well.

“Love you,” Kennedy finally managed to breathe as her fingers snapped open the button on Willow's jeans and began to work on the zipper. The tip of her tongue snuck out and gave the witch's lips a quick flick before pulling her back into a deep kiss.

The redhead's zipper was pulled all the way down and Kennedy smiled into the kiss at the sound of hitching breath beneath her. She could feel the muscles in Willow's abdomen hitch and jump as she trailed her fingertips over her soft skin.

Kennedy wasn’t without talent herself. Aside from having the power to render the biggest, baddest, meanest creature on the planet useless by simply giving them that little half-smile she possessed, she could also make ever fibre of the witch’s being vibrate with anticipation. Her movements, whether fast or slow, were always gentle and caressing.

The red head rested her head back down on the pillow, letting out a content sigh as she watched Kennedy’s hands decend agonizingly slow further south.

Kennedy felt her own breath hitch as her fingers came into contact with the lacy garment hidden beneath the witch's jeans. The zipper made a slight protest pop as the slayer's hands dipped even deeper into Willow's pants.

The pants were too restraining. Too confining. And driving the witch nuts. “Pants,” she managed in a strangled voice. “Off.” She swallowed, her mouth suddenly rather dry. “Bad pants. Pants bad.”

Kennedy chuckled deeply in the back of her throat. She dropped her head to the witch's neck and breathed in the heady scent of the other woman's skin. Her fingers gripped the open material of the witch's jeans and started to peel it back.

Kennedy turned her head to the side and lightly bit into Willow's neck. At the sound of the redhead's sudden intake of breath, she pulled away and smiled. “Sorry, I couldn't resist.”

Willow lifted her hips to make removing the clothing article easier when she felt Kennedy’s teeth give her a sharp nip on the neck. She jumped slightly at the surprise, momentarily feeling Kennedy’s hand graze against her lower thigh. A small electric charge felt like it shot through her body, and she couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. “You always did tell me I’m ‘lickable’… I suppose it’s changed to ‘biteable’ now, has it?”


Kennedy grinned before leaning in to give the already fading bite mark a tender lick. “Hmm...” she moaned, pretending to think hard. She finally smiled down at her lover. “Nope, still lickable. I'm gonna have to go with both on this one.”

“No complaints here,” Willow replied, turning her head to give Kennedy a quick peck on the lips, then grinned slyly and kissed the slayer’s ear. “Wanna test that theory somewhere else?”

Kennedy's eyes widenly in surprise before her lips turned into a sly grin of her own. “Just where did you have in mind?”

Raising an eyebrow, Willow glanced down at where Kennedy's hand was still half-buried in her jeans. They had only made it an inch over her hips before the brief.... distraction. Looking back up into those beautiful brown eyes, Willow licked her lips before ever so lightly pressing her lips to Kennedy’s. She simontaneously brought a hand up to Kennedy bra-clad breasts, barely brushing her fingers over the hard peak of her left nipple. “Promise I’ll make it up to you, baby…”

“Make...make up?” Kennedy barely managed to squeeze the words out between moans. Her eyes started to flutter at the feeling of her lover's fingers against her, but she fought the urge to close them completely. She licked her now dry lips before responding.

“Baby, you don't have to do anything. You know that touching you, holding you...is more than enough.” She used her one free hand to brush an errant strand of hair back from Willow's forehead. “I love you.”

Willow broke into a smile, the words causing her cheeks to flush slightly again, though she didn’t look away this time. Instead she cupped Kennedy’s ample breast in her hand and gently began to knead and massage it. She licked her way down Kennedy’s chin, sucking briefly on the soft skin of her jaw line, before moving to her lips once more, hovering over top.

“I know, baby, I know…” A mischevious pout made its way across the witch’s face. “But I *want* to make it up to you…” She continued the pout, absently circling the tip of her pointer finger around the top of Kennedy’s breast.

“Well,” the slayer moaned. “If...y-you in...sist.” She leaned into the other woman's touch, dropping her head and taking in a shallow breath.

Kennedy had to admit, she loved touching Willow. Just to feel the skin of her lover, to breath in her scent, to hear her moan her name as she climaxed...it was enough that she could die in that moment.


But...being touchedby her lover was also a big part of Kennedy's sexuality. She loved the way Willow touched her. Her smooth, delicate hands always seemed to glide over her skin, yet they burned with every touch. Willow was the only woman who could set her ablaze with just a simple kiss, a small smile or a gentle touch.

For Kennedy, their love making was always equal and that's what made her crave it so badly. Almost as much as she craved the woman currently beneath her.

Kennedy’s reaction caused the witch to grin crookedly, and she used her slayer’s momentary bliss to turn them over. Willow settled down on top of the brunette, taking a quick moment to kick off her jeans before pressing herself down against that toned, bronze body she had come to love so much.

The grin still firmly in place, she began to trace little patterns with her finger on Kennedy’s chest, slowly making her way down to her already hardened nipples. The other hand started to slide its way underneath the slayer’s body, searching out the clasp that was keeping a thin lining of black lace from her beauty’s soft, creamy skin.

Kennedy was momentarily caught off guard by her lover's quick flip of their positions, but when she felt the witch's expert hands on her heightened flesh, her lust doubled ten fold.

The slayer felt her body involuntarily jerk with every touch of her lover's hand upon her skin, and when she reached that delicate hand underneath, Kenndy didn't hesitate in lifting herself to allow the impeding garment to be removed.

The brunette smiled up into the green depths of her lover as she felt the material disappear from her skin, only for it to be covered by the still clothed form of the redhead. “Willow...” she breathed, leaning up to blaze a path of tiny kisses from the witch's chin to her ear before softly whispering. “Wanna feel you...”

Willow pulled back slightly from Kennedy’s wandering mouth, and when the slayer gave chase she chuckled and put a hand on the younger girl’s chest, pushing her back onto the bed. “That’s gonna have to wait. Your turn,” she stated, shooting Kennedy a quick resolve-face (she had one for every conversation ever invented) before lowering herself back down to suck on Kennedy’s collar bone.

Kennedy hissed through nearly clenched teeth at the feel of her lover's hot mouth on her skin. She balled the expensive sheets up in her hands tightly as she fought back the urge to grab the older woman and show her what her inner slayer was just begging her to do. It wasn't until she felt Willow's mouth engulf her nipple that she felt that control slowly slipping away.

“Uh...not to r-rush you or any...anything...baby...” Kennedy could barely force the words out of her mouth as she felt the urge steadily building inside. “But really...strugglin' h-here...” Kennedy's knuckles were snow white from the force of her grip on the sheets.

Glancing up, Willow caught the wild, almost unihibited look starting to form in her girlfriend’s eyes as she all but begged for more. She couldn’t help but grin to herself. ‘Wow. I did that,’ she thought giddly.

As much as she was enjoying her current ‘occupation’, she couldn’t deny Kennedy any longer- partially for fear of her slayer combusting if she didn’t find her sweet release soon.

Giving Kennedy’s breast one more loving lick, Willow slid down between her legs and began to fiddle with the buckle and button holding Kennedy’s pants on.

Kennedy closed her eyes as she felt the muscles in her stomach tighten almost painfully. Just to know that Willow was that close to her, that intimately connected to her was almost enough to send her over the edge...almost.

What the slayer wanted right now was nothing more than to feel her lover's mouth on her flesh, to feel her deep inside. Losing her tight grip on the sheets, Kennedy reached a hand down to run through the soft auburn locks of her witch as she felt the woman pulling the belt from her jeans followed by the cool rush of air that hit her skin as they were pulled from her body.

Kennedy gazed down at her lover with lust filled eyes as the witch smiled up at her. The redhead lightly traced the sensitive skin of Kennedy's inner thighs with just the tips of her fingers. Shivers shot throughout the slayer's body and she couldn't suppress the moan. “God...you're such a...tease.”

“Mm-hmm…” Willow drawled, nipping playfully at her slayer’s inner thighs. All the while her eyes stayed aimed up at the brunette, taking in the beauty of her lover in this state, breathing heavily and completely at her mercy.

Which Willow finally took. She wasted no time in darting her tongue in and around her lover’s slick folds, thrusting her tongue in then flicking it over her swollen clit. She felt Kennedy go rigid, and gently held onto her her thighs as she continue her minstrations.

“Oh...baby.” Kennedy didn't know whether to moan, scream, or cry from the overwhelming sensation she was feeling inside.

Her mind was in total confliction. Her hips flew up off the mattress at the first touch of her lover's tongue, but it wasn't long before she felt them suddenly dip back down with a force she thought would surely cause them to snap.

Kennedy threaded her fingers through Willow's hair and pulled her head against her body. She let out another long moan as she felt the heat rapidly building inside. “Al...most.”

A little birdy in the back of her mind chirped that Kennedy could break her neck accidentally if she ever truly got out of control, but that wasn’t even a cause for thought as far as Willow was concerned. Kennedy may be a relatively… new slayer, but she would never hurt her, even by mistake.

She followed Kennedy’s hips whether the moved up, back down, or ground harder into her face. Willow could hear, see and smell how close Kennedy was to release, and renewed her assult on the dark haired girl.

She released one arm from around Kennedy’s leg and momentarily retracted her mouth. She heard a loud groan of protest, but quickly replaced her mouth with two fingers. The younger girl was wet enough that they slid in with ease. As she fought to bring Kennedy to the edge and have her crash as hard as possible, she took the brunette’s clit into her mouth and rapidly stroked it with her tongue.

Kennedy's eyes shot open with the sudden sensation of Willow's warm tongue against her clit. The muscles in her arms strained to the point of veins popping and her thighs shook with the force she used to restrain herself.

Eventhough her mind was hazy with arousal, Kennedy was always conscious about her strength. Having just inherited her slayerness, she wasn't completely intune with her new power, but she was always aware of the control she kept while in the throws of passion. No matter what the state, Kennedy knew deep down that her mind, her heart would never let her body physically bring harm to her lover.

But it was in this moment that her said body was on the edge and she couldn't restrain the deep moan she felt building in the back of her throat.

“Oh...fuck.” It was then that Kennedy felt it explode inside of her. Tiny white pops of electricity shot back and forth behind her eyes. The muscles in her stomach tightened painfully before relaxing in the most delicious way.

“Jesus,” she breathed out as she finally felt herself return from the high. She looked down to see her lover's head resting contently on her abdomen, smiling up at her with those deep, green eyes. She returned it with a satisfied smile of her own. “Where'd you learn that?”

Willow just continued to grin like a cheshire cat, walking two of her fingers up Kennedy’s soft stomach next to her head. “Oh, around, here and there…” She sighed contently, lazily resting against her lover’s soft yet currently damp skin. “Satisfied?” she asked teasingly.

Kennedy looked down with a raised brow, her breathing just starting to even out. “You jokin' right?” She smiled and dropped her hand to her stomach bringing her fingers down to cover her lover's roaming hand. She gripped it tightly with her own, her smile growing softer. “I don't think there is a word to describe what I feel right now. You're always more than enough, Will, and you would never...could never not satisfy me.”

“Good to know,” Willow replied with a small smile, sighing a second time and snuggling against Kennedy, kissing just to the side of her belly button. “Because an unsatisfied slayer, well… that just can’t be a pleasant experience,” she teased, then slithered up Kennedy’s body to place a kiss on those gorgeous lips.

“Mmm,” Kennedy moaned as she returned the kiss before pulling away to smile up at her lover. She brushed an errant strand out of Willow's eyes before dropping her head back against the pillow.

“Whew. I think we may need to revisit that whole 'slayer stamina' theory.” Kennedy glanced a quick peak to see the confused look on the redhead's face. The slayer lifted a hand to her mouth and pretended to let out a long yawn. “Man, I'm wiped. Who knew such great sex could take so much outta ya?”

The witch’s eyebrow arched as she rested her chin on Kennedy’s chest, gazing intently up at her. “You’re telling me I tired out a slayer, all in one go?” Willow asked incredulously. She couldn’t help but stick a pouty lip out at Kennedy.

“Mmm,” Kennedy replied, her eyes now firmly closed. “It would seem so.” She stretched her arms out to the side and snuggled further into the comfort of the bed. “You must be gettin' good.” Kennedy turned her head to the other side in effort to hide the light grin tugging at the corners of her mouth.

The effort fell through, and Willow caught Kennedy’s attempts not to smirk. “Oh… you… brat!” she growled playfully, then abruptly sat up and started to tickle Kennedy for the second time in a week. She straddled the slayer, pinning her down as much as possibly, while digging her fingers into the brunette’s ticklish sides.

Despite her slayer reflexes, Kennedy wasn't quick enough to avoid her inevitable fate that was a tickle attack. So, she did the only thing that an all powerful, world saving, kick ass, hot super chick with powers could.

She begged.

“Please...please baby.” The slayer fought to say the words through fits of laughter as she allowed the older woman to continue her attack with little effort to resist. “I'll be good. I promise.”

When Willow raised a brow and lifted her hands for just a moment, Kennedy seized the opportunity. She reached up and grabbed the witch by the hips, flipping their positions instantly. She lightly her hands suddenly jumped up and she lightly gripped the redhead's wrists in her hands. She tsked and shook her head as she pinned them to the mattress by her lover's head.

“Have you learned nothing about slayers, baby?” She leaned down and run her tongue from the witch's chin to her ear. “You shouldn't trust us. We're very...very sneaky.”

“Uh-huh. And how do you know I didn’t trust you on purpose?” The redhead replied with a cheeky smile. “It *is* entirely possibly that I have you exactly where I want you, right this very second…” She wiggled her eyebrows playfully, and couldn’t suppress a giggle. She shivered when Kennedy ran her tongue up to her ear a second time.

“And...” The slayer breathed in a husky breath. “Just where would that...” She emphasized her last word with a gentle thrust of her hips against the woman beneath her. “...be?”

"R-right... about there..." Willow breathed, letting out a soft groan at the contact. She may have bid rid of her pants, but there was still way too much clothing involved, and she longed for flesh-on-flesh contact with her slayer.

Her soft hands ran up Kennedy’s sides encouragingly, and she tried to rock her hips forward for more friction. “Please, baby…” came out in a nearly silent breath. At least Kennedy had slayer hearing.

Kennedy smiled as she dipped her head to the witch's neck to plant little kisses along her flesh. “What's that?” She lifted her head and gazed down into the lust filled eyes of her lover. “Baby, if you want something, you're gonna have to speak up.” Kennedy squeezed Willow's wrists just slightly tighter as she continued to watch the redhead's reaction, the light smile still tugging at her lips.

Willow swallowed, trying to wipe the fuzziness from her mind. “You,” she replied in an unwavering tone, despite the pleasant fog currently settling over her higher motor functions. “Only you, always…”

Those words never sounded so sweet. Kennedy smiled and released her grip on the witch's wrists, bringing her hands to rest on the mattress beside the redhead's hips. She rested most of her weight on her legs as she hovered over her lover, barely making any contact from the thighs up.

The slayer gazed down into her love's eyes for a long moment. In the depths of the green, she saw her future. Kennedy knew that no matter what life held in store for them, that they would see it through together. She knew that no matter what happened to either of them, her heart would never let her love another.

The brunette smiled and leaned down to whisper against the witch's lips, “Well, you got me. Always and forever.” She let her eyes scan down briefly before bringing them back to the witch's. With a raised brow, she smirked. “So...about that wanting. Got anything particular in mind?”

“Gonna hold you to that,” Willow murmured, brushing her lips briefly against Kennedy’s. A slight smile worked its way into the corners of her mouth, and she briefly glanced down at herself before back up into those brown orbs. “The phrase ‘pants bad’ comes to mind again,” she mused. Granted, her pants were already gone, but everything else was still there. Much as she loved the shirt she was currently wearing, it was becoming way too much of a nuisance.

“Hmm...” Kennedy moaned, pretending to think hard. “Well, in that case...” The slayer smiled before slowly lowering her mouth down to the first button on the witch's shirt. She clamped her teeth down on it and jerked. The flimsy plastic gave right away and Kennedy smiled at the sudden hitch in her lover's breath.

She raised herself up to gaze back in the redhead's eyes. With a deliberate smirk, the slayer spit the button from her mouth, statisfied with the jolt it gave the witch's body when it hit the wall. “I really hope you weren't to fond of this shirt...”

A slight growl emitted from the witch’s throat as she gazed down at Kennedy disaprovingly. “As a matter of fact…” But Kennedy was giving her doe-eyes. She deflated. “You’d better hurry up before I get cranky,” she mused.

Kennedy smiled, unfazed. “Well, we can't have *that*...” She sat up to rest on her thighs. She kept her eyes locked with the woman beneath her as she reached up and gripped each side of the shirt in one hand. She raised a brow almost in challenge, but when she recieved a much more prominent brow in return, she faltered.

Kennedy released the shirt and leaned down to plant a kiss on the edge of the witch's jaw. “Sorry, baby.” Another kiss then, “Guess I'm gonna hafta make it up to you...” Her kisses started to become more heated as she worked her way over to her lover's mouth before planting a searing kiss right on her lips.

Her strong, yet gentle hands made blazing paths up the redhead's delicate sides to come to rest just over her lace clad breasts. She gave them a gentle squeeze and felt the moan vibrate against her lips. She broke the kiss and gazed down at the other woman. “This mean I'm forgiven?”

Willow pretended to think for a moment, though it probably didn’t look to convincing as her eyelids fluttered. “M..maybe…” she managed to get out, feeling her heart rate increase.

She looked as if about to say something else, but in that moment gave up. Words were just gonna lead to more teasing and froliking around, so she did the next best thing.

Reaching up, Willow swiftly and abruptly grabbed both sides of Kennedy’s face and yanked her downwards, crashing their lips together with as much force as possible.

The slayer let out a light moan of surprise before quickly adjusting and kissing her girlfriend back with just as much force. Her breathing quickened and she felt as though her heart would pound right out of her chest.

It was as if the rest of her body was on automatic as she felt her hands slipping back out of Willow's shirt and quickly undoing the buttons. Just seconds later, the witch's shirt fell open and Kennedy's hands were underneath, ridding her of the last lace barrier between their flesh.

The garments were tossed away carlessly as she jerked her lover up, both women letting out a deep moan with the contact of their now heated flesh against each other. Kennedy broke the kiss to gaze back lovingly into the witch's eyes. She reached up to to wipe a sweaty strand of hair from her eyes. “I love you, Willow.” She smiled.

Willow returned the smile, her eyes sparkling as she leaned up to rest her forehead against the slayer’s. “I love you too,” she replied softly, running her hands over the slayer’s warm sides.

It was moments like these where she felt so safe and loved, that nothing could ever penetrate that happiness, or harm her in any way ever again. Kennedy was there with her, and that’s all that mattered.

Kennedy smiled at the witch's soft words. She placed a gentle kiss on Willow's forehead before reaching down to place her hands under her thighs. She kept their eyes locked as she slowly lowered them both back down to the bed.

The slayer smiled before slowly trialing a path of heated kisses down her lover's chin to her chest. She stopped to worship each breast with apt attention before trailing her tongue ring down over the redhead's abdomen to where she most desired.

Kennedy breathed in the heady scent of her lover's arousal before leaning in. She trailed the tip of her tongue around the white lace covering her lover's center, always hovering but never actually touching where the contact was needed most.

Willow swallowed hard before letting out a ragged breath. Goddess above, Kennedy could be such a tease when in bed. The girl had amazing… ‘talent’, if one were to word it that way, but at the moment the witch felt as if she might explode without further attention.

“Kenn… baby, please…” she begged, squirming around a bit as her lungs struggled to intake oxygen again. She spread her legs a bit wider, encouraging the slayer as best she could.

Kennedy smiled at the openly sexual display from her lover. She chuckled in the back of her throat as her fingers gripped her thighs just slightly tighter.

The slayer's mouth was suddenly watering for the taste of her lover. Deciding neither of them could wait any longer, she pulled the white lace away and instantly attached her mouth to the redhead's aching center. She was almost overwhelmed as she got the first taste of her lover against her tongue, but her need to satisfy the witch won out over her own feeling and she delved into her task. She sought out her girlfriend's clit and teased it to life. She sucked and licked every inch of Willow's center, forcing her to let out a continuous strand of moans.

It was the sweetest sound Kennedy ever heard.

At first contact, Willow’s eyes nearly rolled all the way back into her head. Her neck and back arched instinctively, and a loud moan escaped from the back of her throat.

Soon she managed to find a slight rhythm with Kennedy’s minstrations, rocking her hips gently against the slayer’s tongue to add as much contact as possible. Pretty soon her hands flew from clutching the bed sheets to tousling themselves in Kennedy’s hair. Her mind felt as if it was floating a thousand feet in the air, completely weightless, and her body somehow felt both distached and completely there with it all at the same time.

Put in simpler terms, Willow felt as if she was in heaven.

Kennedy kept the steady pace with her lover's undulating hips. She instinctively knew when to add or take away from the pressure just enough to give her witch what she needed.

It wasn't until she felt the steady tremor through Willow's thighs that Kennedy began to let up on the pressure to apply long, soothing strokes in just the right motions to help the redhead achieve that ultimate release, but she knew for that to be reached the witch would need more.

Lifting her hand, Kennedy placed two fingers inside her lover as she felt the muscles tighten and her breath hitch. She gave her girlfriend a few soft strokes and she felt her body start to shake. She looked up into the witch's eyes and smiled.

Kennedy placed lazy kisses against the witch's skin as she slowly worked her way back up her sweaty and spent body. She placed a final kiss on the witch's lips before collapsing onto the bed beside her. She felt her eyes grow heavy from the exhaustion of their love making, but before she slipped into a peaceful slumber, she leaned across the pillow and placed a kiss on her girlfriend's temple before wrapping her in a tight embrace.

Kennedy pulled in her lover's scent with one last deep breath before letting it out with a whisper. “Sleep now...”

A small giggle emitted from Willow. “You talk like me…” she murmured lazily,She briefly reached down to pull the covers overtop of their spent bodies. Though Brazil was extremely hot this time of year, the air conditioning in the room was cranked. She settled back against the pillows and snuggled further into Kennedy’s warm body.

TBC...