Buffy fanfiction, Willow fanfiction, Buffy slash
fanfiction, Willow Kennedy Fanfiction
Joss owns 'em. I'm just using them for my sick, twisted
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NC-17. Not quite yet but it will get there soon enough.
This is a 'choose your own adventure' story. I had
different endings in mind so whatever path you take will
lead you to a different outcome. Those of you unfamiliar
with 'choose your own adventure' will understand when
you reach the bottom of part one.
like the taste of cold beer and cold pizza," Xander
said before taking a bite and a swig. Kennedy sat across
from him at Buffy's kitchen island, a growing smirk on
"I could probably
add something else to that list. Beer. Pizza. And . .
Xander looked up,
waiting for her to continue. When she didn't and her
smirk grew more devious he dropped the pizza slice and
started to shake his head. "Oh. Oh. That's
Kennedy started to
laugh just as Willow rounded the corner, going to the
fridge for bottled water.
girlfriend is a pig," Xander told her. "Do you
realize that? An over sexed pig."
"A pig? I'm a
"Yes you're a
pig," he told Kennedy before starting to mimic her.
"I could add something to that list . . . I know
just what that something is that you had in mind
"Hey! You just assumed. So who's the pig,
"And just what
were you thinking of?" Xander countered.
"What are you two
talking about?" Willow finally managed to ask.
Kennedy let Xander
recapped the conversation until speaking up. "And
he just assumed it was something sexual," she
added. " . . . Not like I would know. After all,
I'm still a virgin."
Willow and Xander had
both began to take a drink, as Kennedy finished her
analogy, and simultaneously both of them began to choke.
After a few moments of clearing liquid from two sets of
lungs they were able to speak.
"There's no way
you're a virgin," Willow added, looking at Kennedy
who only nodded.
Xander shot Willow a
look that begged of an explanation. At first Willow was
unsure of why Xander was looking at her in such a way
but soon she quickly began to shake her head, her eyes
"No. It's not
like I'd know first-hand or…any hands for that
matter…We haven't ahh…No. I mean I didn't…Not that
I wouldn't…It's just…It's too soon yet
to…to…y-you know…A-And it's not that she isn't
sexy. It's just…I'm shutting up now."
She began to quickly
chug her water in the quest to quench her mouth, which
was suddenly becoming exceedingly dry.
"Well I might be
Catholic but I'm not a nun. Willow can attest to
that," Kennedy smirked. She and Xander watched
Willow's cheeks turn the color of her hair. "But
I'm flattered that she couldn't tell. I must be doing
something right," Kennedy grinned to Xander who now
wore a full tooth smile.
"Well it's not right
per say," Willow commented which drove Kennedy's
eyebrows into her hairline. "No," Willow added
quickly. "I mean it is right. Real right. Sometimes
too right because I find myself…It's just not right,
right now…It's…complicated…Okay, I'm shutting up
Continue," Xander nudged. "I'd like to hear
this…but with more explanation and less babble."
Willow moved from
nervous to annoyed. "I think Ken's got your
number," Willow retorted. "Who is the real pig
"I'm just your
ordinary, typical, average man Will," Xander
teased. "My curiosity gets the better of me.
Besides, I have no secrets. You could ask me anything
about my sex life."
"You have no sex
life and when you were with Anya we didn't have to ask.
She'd volunteer whether we wanted to know or not."
Xander agreed. "So while you know all about my sex
life I've heard nothing about yours. I think it's time
Xander grinned to
Kennedy. "And you?"
sharing either," Willow told him before Kennedy
"She can answer
for herself thank you," Xander replied. "Come
on Potential. Spill it."
Kennedy chuckled and
Willow shot her a look that stopped her cold.
"I think if I say
anything now that virginity thing will be with me a
whole lot longer than I'd like."
"You're such a
bully," Xander told Willow before turning to
Kennedy. "And you missy, are so whipped."
Kennedy agreed quite happily. "I am. I really am.
But be honest Xander," she said as she rose and
moved next to Willow. Her voice grew deeper; a bit
husky. "If you had the chance to snuggle next to
this beauty every night, wouldn't you do everything you
could to insure that it continued?"
Xander watched as
Kennedy leaned up and planted a smoldering kiss on
Willow's neck near her jaw line. Willow gave the
briefest of sighs at the contact and she had to will her
eyes to stay open. The half-lidded rapture was short
lived and Willow gently disengaged herself from
Kennedy's embrace but not before leaning over to kiss
Kennedy by her earlobe.
bad," she said softly. "Teasing Xander like
that…and me," she added.
"I'm teasing him.
Not you," Kennedy smirked. Her hands found Willow's
hips and she pulled her closer, their bodies shaking
just slightly at the impact. Her hand reached up and
snared Willow's hair by her temple. The look in
Kennedy's eyes told Willow that she wouldn't be denied
and helpless Willow let her head be lead down to
It was physical
attraction – pure and simple. Sure, they did care for
each other on a personal level and it grew more and more
each day. But the majority of the heat they had for one
another was based on sexual magnetism. In truth, Willow
had never felt that for anyone, at least not
immediately. Both her relationships with Oz and Tara
grew out of a mutual emotional connection, which slowly
resulted in those relationships becoming expressed
But with Kennedy it
was quite the opposite. Willow would often turn to see
Kennedy looking at her, her eyes devouring her. It was a
smoldering sensation Willow could feel in her bones, not
to mention other areas of her body. It was new. It was
exciting. And she was finding it more and more difficult
to put the breaks on when they found those rare times to
be alone in the house.
realized this was not one of those times as she felt her
lips nipping at Kennedy's with a certain amount of
abandon. Slightly embarrassed by her lack of reserve,
Willow pulled back to see Xander sitting slack-jawed at
She couldn’t help
but grin at his reaction. "Satisfied," she
smirked, trying to mask her discomfort at her display.
"No not yet. But
I'll take care of that later."
The girls chuckled.
"Pig," Kennedy and Willow muttered in harmony
before a case of the giggle erupted at both thinking and
saying the same thing.
Buffy walked in and
cocked her head at Xander.
You look a little pale."
all the blood in my body is shifting to one central
location. I'll have you know our best friend and her
girlfriend are trying to kill me."
Buffy looked over at
Willow and Kennedy, curled up next to each other.
Buffy warned the pair by the fridge. "There are
still 'kids' in the house. Plus there's only one
bathroom. I'm not sure we can have Xander in there for
15 or 20 minutes at a time each day."
take that long. Trust me," he muttered.
"The sixty second
man?" Kennedy asked with a wide grin.
Yes," he answered.
Willow felt a sense of
retribution when she saw Xander's nervous grin.
"Paybacks are a bitch," she told him.
Xander sighed before trying to change the topic.
"So Buf, what brings you home this early tonight?
Not much to slay?"
quiet. I'm not sure if that's good or bad. When I was
out on patrol a thought occurred to me though," she
said before facing Willow. "I wanted to know if you
might have a certain spell."
"What kind of
"Well I'm not
sure if something even exists but would it be possible
for you to know the location of all the slayers? Or like
be able to find them at any given moment? I know that
you and Tara had a finding spell that you did."
"Yeah but that
went both ways."
Xander snickered from
the island and Willow shot him a dirty look before
"I mean she was
able to do the spell too. I'm not sure if I could train
the Slayers to learn everyone's location at the same
"Well I'm not
worried about them knowing. Just you. So is it possible
to do a spell where you would know where they are? Not
the usual locator spell but something more…I don’t
"You mean like
telepathy without speaking to them? Like Molly's on the
north ridge, Kennedy's on the east kinda thingy?"
"I'm not sure. If
there is then it's probably pretty advanced. The simple
'tinkerbell' spell, as Xander called it, was actually
far from simple. It took months of practicing with Tara
a-and years of prior spell casting experience. Not that
it matters but…why do you ask?"
"Well when things
finally come down. And we know things are gonna come
down…Then I'd like to be able to have you at my side
telling me where everyone is so if a Slayer in
training…" Buffy paused not sure how to word it
in front of Kennedy. "…falls…then the first
can't impersonate them. Plus we could use the spell to
send reinforcements. Say Kennedy is in trouble. We'll
know the two closest potentials to her that could lend a
hand. Then you could 'message' each Slayer immediately
on where to meet her. Stuff like that…Do you think
anything is possible with magic," Willow replied.
"I'll hit the books and see if I can come up with
something. Sounds like a good plan if it's
"That'd be great
Will," she replied before starting to leave.
"I'm gonna try to catch up on my sleep. I'm heading
off to bed…By the way, is Anya around?"
"Her and Giles
went over to the Magic Box. Well, what's left of the
Magic Box," Willow said sheepishly.
"Okay. Let her
know I put her pajamas in the bathroom so she doesn't
have to fumble in the dark. 'Night guys."
they all replied.
disappeared, Xander let out a sigh. "It's ironic.
My ex-girlfriend is sleeping with a woman too. Well not
sleeping but you know…sleeping."
Kennedy asked. "You've got a history with two women
in this house from what I heard," she teased.
"One history is
much more ancient than the other," Xander
Willow added, "and it's not really a history –
ancient or otherwise - when it comes to Xander and
I…It's more like ah…a cliff-notes version of
"I wonder if
Buffy ever wakes up to find Anya wrapped around her like
you do with me?" Kennedy asked Willow. "Not
that I'm complaining mind you," she added quickly
with a grin.
Xander said, throwing his hands in the air. "I
can't take much more of this tonight. You and Will.
Buffy and Anya…I'm going to bed too."
dreams," Kennedy smirked.
"Ohhh you'd like
that wouldn't you?" Xander replied harshly before
starting to grin.
Kennedy simply smiled
as they watched Xander leave the kitchen.
"Anya get her
Willow closed the door
to her bedroom and nodded. "Yeah. She and Giles got
back just a few minutes ago. I'm gonna head over to the
Magic Box tomorrow. Look through some books if you wanna
come," Willow said going to her dresser.
When? I've got training tomorrow. Buffy wants me to show
the other girls the crossbow."
"We can go before
or after your finished. I don't have classes
Kennedy took out her
ponytail and started to brush her hair as Willow shyly
changed for bed behind her. The brunette couldn't help
but notice the red head in the mirror and had to smile.
"So you really
didn't know?" Kennedy asked, turning to face Willow
who was pulling up her pj bottoms.
Willow replied immediately but then realizing what she
meant. "Oh the ah, virgin thing…No I didn't. You
seem so…confident is all."
takes you further than skill sometimes."
"It's all in the
image huh?" Willow proposed.
"Exactly. If you
act like you know what you're doing then chances are
people will belief you know," she said with a
half-chuckle. "It's not just that, though. At least
not when it comes to you."
"What do you
Kennedy closed the
distance between them and took a seat on the bed next to
Willow. "With you, I don't try to act confident.
There's something about you that just brings it out. It
just feels like…for the first time in my life I've
meet a beautiful woman who isn't frightened to be with
"I don't know
about that," Willow grinned. "I've had my
moments you know. Morphing. Back yard. Target
"Yeah I know.
You've got issues. And they're unlike any I've faced
before but that's actually not a bad thing Will…You
have days when you think you're nothing but a human
wreck but I gotta say…you're a lot more put together
than most of the girl's at my boarding school. And yes
that includes taking the morphing into account,"
Kennedy said with a soft grin.
"I find it hard
to believe that I'm…y-you know…all together."
understand…the girls at school - they wanted to
'practice' kissing for when the right guy came along.
Who was I to argue?" Kennedy shrugged with a grin.
But soon, Willow watched as she grew more serious.
"But with all the practice, I never met anyone that
might actually consider…something more then just…a
few kisses and friendly groping," she finished with
a nervous laugh.
"Yeah. You're a
woman-not a girl. And you're not afraid of the fact that
you can be attracted to a woman. You don't have to make
up 'practice' excuses. You're different then them. And
might I add you're far more sexier than all of them put
"I'm not sure if
sexy is an accurate term to describe me," Willow
"Well, I can't
seem to finish a thought when I'm around you without
know," she said pulling at her tank top and boxers,
"not the most sensual of apparel."
"Well I gotta
glimpse of what's under that so I beg to differ.
Sometimes a glimpse is far more erotic than a full show.
But I have to admit…A full show might just give me a
heart attack but I'm willing to take that chance when
you're ready." Kennedy countered.
but…" Willow pause and bit her lower lip.
"You're not making this easy for me," Willow
sighed in defeat.
"No I'm not. It
shouldn't be easy. You should have no reason to ask why
I think you're sexy…So does this mean I win the
argument? Am I allowed to think you're sexy?"
"You never give
up, do you?" Willow grinned.
"When it comes to
Willow gave a sad grin
and started playing with her fingernails, unable to look
at Kennedy any longer.
"I think you've
had a lot of people give up on you Will," Kennedy
began. "Throughout your whole life…People have
just walked away…Xander's a great guy but he's a fool
for not noticing you when he had the chance. And you've
told me the story of how Oz left. And Tara left too when
you fell into your magic addiction. Hell even your
parents are like mine. Making money took precedence over
raising their kid."
Willow couldn't look
up and Kennedy put her fingers under Willow's chin to
lead her eyes back to her before continuing.
"None of them
could handle it when things got tense. And I've got
years of training when it comes to tense…Maybe I'm
nothing more than 'Ms. Transitional'." Willow began
to protest but Kennedy put a finger over her lips before
she could argue. "Don't go making promises you
can't keep. It will only make you feel guiltier in the
end and I don't want that type of responsibility on my
Willow moved Kennedy's
hand gently. "I'm just not sure what to make of all
this," she replied, motioning her hand between
anything of it. Don't analyze it to death. Just realize
that when things get rough I stick it out and see it
through because it gets better at some point. When I
walked in and saw my watcher…my Giles, ripped
apart…to say I had a crisis of faith is an
understatement. But you know what? I stuck it out. And
it brought me to you…So yet again, I'm right. You see
bad things to the end and eventually good things will
follow. You just don't walk away…At least I don't…So
yeah, be prepared because you aren't shakin' me if
things get a little…or a lot…rocky 'round here. But
if the time comes…and my presence hurts you more than
helps you…and we've exhausted every possible
situation…then and only then would I walk away…And
it wouldn't be for me. It would be for you."
Willow sighed but she
also wore a grin. "Looks like I'm baggin' it again
tonight. The bed is j-just too dangerous after that
speech," she confessed.
Kennedy said climbing up and under the covers before
killing the light on the nightstand. "No bags. Just
cuddles…Yeah, I want you. But you're not ready just
yet. And that's okay Will. I have ever intention of
being with you but only when the time is right for both
of us and you're certain it's what you want." When
Willow didn't immediately follow, Kennedy nodded her to
settle beside her. "Come on. You're safe with me. I
Willow complied and
took her place next to Kennedy, who arranged the pillows
under her arm so she could hold Willow and keep the
Wiccan comfortable at the same time.
nice," Kennedy told her. "Just to be able to
lay here. Holding you. Not worrying about the head
mistress coming in," she joked.
Willow let out a small
giggle before settling in a bit more. A small silence
filled the room before Willow asked, "You really
think kismet brought you here?"
"I'm not a highly
religious person but I think there's a higher power for
good. After all we've seen the power for evil
already…So yeah I do. And I do think it's a miracle on
some level…Consider this: I've needed someone who
believed in something other than 'make believe' and
'practicing'. You've needed someone to lead you toward
love and faith. I think we're pretty evenly matched if
you ask me."
Willow paused a
moment, wondering if she should let her emotions come
out verbally. When she felt Kennedy tighten her hold,
the words slipped past her lips. "I think we are
too. That's something I…I didn’t think I could feel
Willow couldn't see
Kennedy's smile in the dark. "Like I said…evenly
matched. Get some rest. Well talk more in the
With that Willow let
out a relaxed sigh and closed her eyes as Kennedy gave a
silent prayer of thanks to whatever power out there
might be listening.
Night was beginning to
fall by the time Willow and Kennedy arrived at the magic
box. Kennedy walked in first with Willow following
behind. Both of them looked around with their
flashlights, making sure the place was vacant.
"Why do I feel
like I'm in an X-files episode?" Kennedy asked,
shining the light around the room.
"Nah you'd have to have a cell phone in your hand
too," she added.
Kennedy smiled, making
her way over to the bookshelf while Willow went to the
counter to light a candle. Once the room was glowing
with light she turned the flashlight off and set both
items on the huge table. She walked over to join Kennedy
in her search.
huh?" Kennedy asked.
answered pointing to a section. "They're someplace
She leaned over
Kennedy, reaching for a book. Her body strained against
the brunettes back as she wrapped her fingers around the
books spine. "Sorry," she muttered softly.
"Oh no. You're
allowed in my personal space anytime you like. Even more
so when you press that hot body against me."
Willow grinned and
gave her a light peck on the lips. That magnetism pulled
her back again for another. She's not sure how it
happened exactly but the book had left her hand and
Kennedy had her pinned to the shelf, kissing her deeply.
At some point the flashlight that Kennedy was holding
was dropped as well because Willow could feel both of
Kennedy's hand on her hips as their lips and tongues
fought for dominance over each other.
caressed the length of Willow's stomach, over her breast
until it finally tangled itself in her hair. Willow
couldn't contain her moan. She loved the way Kennedy
pulled her closer, tugging her closer by her red
tresses. No one had ever been so forceful with her and
she found that she loved the way it felt. She figured Oz
was always afraid of letting the 'wolf' out so he held
back. With Tara, there was always a shy reserve about
her. Even after years of being together, Willow would be
the one to take the lead. It was exciting yet unnerving
all at once. And for a moment Willow wondered why Tara
couldn't have ever taken her like this – kissing her
madly, grinding their hips together, making the first
The remembrance of
Tara washed over Willow and in an instant Kennedy felt
it. Slowly Willow disengaged herself from the wall.
"I'm sorry," she said softly. "I
her," Kennedy answered. She tried not to sound
defeated but it crept in anyway. She knew it hadn't even
been a year yet since Tara's death and she knew Willow
was confused about a lot of things in life. She took a
deep breath to regain control of her raging libido.
Willow took the noise
as frustration and quickly explained. "I know this
is hard for you a-and I don't want you thinking I'm a
tease. I'm really not. A-and please don’t think I
don't enjoy these moments. Because I do. I really
do…b-but sometimes I just…ah, I think things…you
know? And I try not to. I mean I want to concentrate on
you and you alone. But-."
Willow ceased her
rambling as Kennedy turned around and walked over to
her. She pulled Willow closer by the waist before giving
her an almost chaste kiss on the lips. "How long as
it been? Since she died?"
"8 months and 17
days," Willow answered.
"Well, you're not
morphing or counting hours anymore. It's an
improvement," Kennedy grinned. Willow tried to hide
her face. "Hey," Kennedy said, pulling her
chin up. "It's gonna take time. I know that. Like I
said, I'm here to help. So let's find your spell
Kennedy winked before
going to the floor to retrieve the book and the
flashlight. She motioned Willow over to the table. The
redhead had to grin. She admired Kennedy's strength and
perseverance. And she was grateful that someone like
this had come into her life. She was living in a house
full of people already before Kennedy arrived but she
still felt alone.
Sure the gang had
forgiven her…Well except for Anya…She did make a
remark now and then about her 'lack of livelihood'
thanks to Willow…But still with all the people around
she did feel truly alone. At least until Kennedy
arrived. Kennedy noticed her and yes it was just sexual
but the more they learned about each other the more
Willow found her gravitating emotionally to her as well.
Kennedy became the rock she needed to cling to and it
seemed Kennedy didn't mind being in that role. But
Willow wasn't stupid. She knew the young woman wanted
more. And Willow did want to give her more but how much
more was the question.
Not thinking about it
anymore Willow decided to dive into her studies. She
began to look through the first book they pulled down as
Kennedy walked around the shop. Willow didn't pay much
attention as she read until she heard Kennedy's voice
and she looked over. She found Kennedy kneeling on the
ground next to a scattered pile of books.
"Okay I'm not
really up on this magic stuff but shouldn't have magic
books have like…writing," she said tossing it
aside. "None of these books have any words."
"No those ones
don't," Willow answered.
Kennedy sighed. "It doesn't make sense but not much
of this stuff does."
"I took it,"
Willow muttered softly.
"When I became
big, scary Willow…I drained those books – absorbed
the spells and the type along with them. Those are the
books I used."
"Yet another case
of open mouth insert foot. I'm sorry for asking
"It's a part of
me. I can't deny it. I shouldn't actually. To deny it
might mean I could forget it a-and I can't forget
because I don't want to walk down that road again."
"You don't know
that. Heck, I don't know that. I mean if something were
to happen to you I…I don't know how I'd handle
"You'd stay on
the right path."
"Yep or I'd come
back from the dead and kick your ass. And chances are I
won't be in the best of moods when I do. So you better
Willow replied with a grin.
Kennedy nodded as she came over. She looked at the book
Willow had opened on the desk. "Anything in that
"Nah, not quite
what I need." Willow walked back over to the
bookshelf and took two more books down. "I'm
looking for an immediate locator spell. Something that
becomes a permanent trait or condition of the
She handed one book to
Kennedy as she took the other. After a few moments
Kennedy spoke up.
"Hey I might have
found something," she announced before starting to
read. "Calling on Macha, Celtic War Goddess. Also
goddess of cunning, sexuality and dominance…Let's
see…Macha gives the caster the sight of location with
the casting of wax."
see," Willow said and Kennedy slid the book over
and pointed before Willow continued to read. "Macha
gives the caster the gift of sight however participants
must be willing to engage in the ceremony ritual.
Participants must dip their fingertips in the wax making
a cast of their fingerprints. The wax is then added back
into the burning candle."
enough," Kennedy answers.
Willow read further
before she started shaking her head. "No, this
"Why not? Sounds
like what you're looking for."
"Oh it sure is
but I have to make a virgin sacrifice and I'm not
putting any virgins on any alter."
Kennedy sighed taking the book and reading for herself.
Willow began her search in her book until Kennedy spoke
"You don’t have
to kill anyone for this Will."
"It says here
that the 'sacrifice' can be an metaphorical one, not an
actual mortal sacrifice…You could still do this
"What are you
"I'm saying I'm
game if you are," Kennedy grinned.
Where do you want to
go from here? ...
considers doing the spell or
refuses to do the spell