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 hurriedly 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 falter. "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 braininess 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 Hanukkah." 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 got 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 traveled 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 jewelry?"

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 fulfill.

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 faltering. 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 glorious 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 interrupted with a quiet rumble. "And eat breakfast. Post-apocalyptic 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 apocalypse 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 crept into Willow's cheeks, and she looked down in embarrassment. "Ehh…" was all she managed to say, while still burning 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.

'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 turbulence jostled them back and forth. According to everyone else onboard, this was normal and a relatively small amount of bumping and jostling, 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 under 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."

"That evil vampire army from Hell wasn't 40,000 feet in the air," Willow muttered.

Kennedy 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."

Willow forced herself to take a deep breath and close her eyes as Kennedy pulled her close. The arm rest in between them stuck 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.

Some time later, 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 what seemed like forever. Blood, a knife, a dead rabbit lying in the center of a 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 upright, 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. It was a moment before 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 forward and 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 maybe?"

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 try and 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, looking disturbed. 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 trouble 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 wastin'." 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 grazed 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 emanated 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 and had no problem voicing it; that 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 loved her regardless.

In the 1.5 seconds it took Willow to remember that, a sly grin slid across her face. She rocked her hips upward again, this time digging one hand into the slayer's bottom and pulling her down harder. 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 inhibition 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 every fiber 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 descend 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 'bitable' 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 widened 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 simultaneously brought a hand up to Kennedy's bra-clad breasts, barely brushing her finger tips 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 mischievous 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 touched by 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 hardening nipples. The other hand started to slid 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.

Apparently this little…adventure before they hit the town was planned carefully, because Willow honestly couldn't see her girl wearing black lacy undergarments in any other situation. A pity, because she looked *extremely* sexy in them…

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, Kennedy 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 uninhibited 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 giddily.

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 thighs as she continue her ministrations.

"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 birdie 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 though 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 they 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 assault 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.

Even though her mind was hazy with arousal, Kennedy was always conscious about her strength. Having just inherited her slayerness, she wasn't completely in tune 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're 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. Her hands suddenly jumped up and she lightly gripped the redhead's wrists. 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.

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, satisfied 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 up at Kennedy disapprovingly. "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 received 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 frolicking 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 carelessly 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 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 ministrations, 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 detached 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.

Willow was only able to hold Kennedy's gaze for a second, until she finally felt that sweet release wash its way over her entire body. Wave after wave crashed over her, blurring what little vision she had left with the intensity. The witch let out a loud moan, Kennedy's name slurred in there somewhere, as the slayer road out her orgasm from start to finish.

Finally the witch collapsed back onto the bed, completely limp, and very, very happy. Her eyes remained closed for a minute, as she tried to gather her composure once again.

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…"

Kennedy's eyes fluttered briefly. She raised out her unoccupied arm and stretched, letting out a low moan. Her eyes slowly opened to take in the now darkened room of their hotel.

The slayer let out a big yawn and turned her head to the left to take in the sleeping form of her lover. There, curled up against her side, the witch lay in a peaceful slumber. She had Kennedy's arm wrapped around her side with her hand tucked over her heart.

The slayer smiled at the sight before her. It was in moments like these that she was convinced Angels existed, but never in her wildest imagination did she believe she would have one to call her own.

A light smile played over her lips as she watched her Angel start to wake.

The last remaining bits of sleep slowly widdled away, and Willow finally resigned herself to waking up with a light groan. She didn't open her eyes at first, just fidgeted underneath the covers slightly and snuggled up closer to the warm body occupying the space beside her.

After a moment, she was able to crack one eye open, the second one soon following. "Mmm…" was all that her mouth was able to form as she saw an awake Kennedy smiling down at her. "Morning," she slurred.

The slayer chuckled. "Not quite baby." She leaned in to claim her kiss before pulling back and snuggling into the warmth of their bed. "It seems as though we slept through breakfast, lunch, *and* dinner. My tummy's so thoughtfully reminded me."

She smiled at her girlfriend's light chuckle. She wrapped her arm tighter around the witch and pulled her in closer. "Whaddya say to a late night candlelit picnic on the beach? Just the two of us?"

"Aww…but I wanted to invite the hotel staff to join us, and maybe the cab driver who dropped us off," Willow teased lightly, smiling widely and leaning in to place a quick peck on Kennedy's chin.

She too stretched her limbs above her head, one flopping uselessly against the headboard while the other snaked its way around Kennedy's waist. "Picnic sounds nice…but it involves moving, and clothes, and getting out of bed…" She pouted slightly.

Kennedy smirked. "Well, maybe just two out of the three…" She had to move back to avoid the swinging slap from her lover. "Just messin' with ya baby. That's something only *I* get to see…but don't go thinking I've ruled that whole naked on the beach thing out just yet." A shapely eyebrow raised as her smirk grew wider.

"I may be getting braver, but public nudity isn't something you'll find on my list of things to try," Willow replied, nudging Kennedy in the ribs again.

Grinning slightly, she snuggled against her lover, burying her face in the brunette's chest and wrapping her left arm around her back. "Though, technically beaches aren't really 'public' at night, with the lack of people and all. Plus, I think there's supposed to be a big, full moon on Thursday, so it'll look really beautiful…" She glanced upward slyly at Kennedy.

The slayer's smirk suddenly faded and she felt her mouth grow dry. "Th…Thursd-day?" The look in her eyes did nothing to hide her surprise at her lover's words. She never thought that Willow would *actually* consider acting out the fantasy. "Really?"

"Of course