If I Wanted To Sleep by Red Willow

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Summary: Late night with Willow and Kennedy.

The room was dark, save for the small bedside lamp Willow felt she always had to have on since she had let the darkness claim her and went on her big evil end the world scare. The light cast a pale yellow on the red head as she struggled to get comfortable on the floor, bunching up the pillow and sleeping bag around her.

Kennedy lay on Willow's bed, stretched and comfortable. She propped herself up on her elbow and peered down at the cute girl on the floor. She was hoping Willow would have opted to share the bed instead of taking the floor. Kennedy was disappointed at the witch's firm decision, but it did not deter her.

"Flooring it. In the bag. 'Cause... nice big comfy bed right here." Kennedy told her.

Willow's eyes grew big and round. She tried to gulp back the nervous tension that had begun to rise in her since Kennedy had pushed her way through the sleeping arrangements, making sure her and Willow shared the same room.

"Yeah... but, no." Willow tried to slow her breathing, tried to convince herself that the dark haired potential slayer in her bed was off limits. "I'm okay. I just... I like going... uh! I mean... I like it... down here."

"Yeah... 'cause... they're... uh... it's! It's firm." Willow patted the floor for emphasis.

She closed her eyes against Kennedy's bemused gaze, wanting to crawl inside herself and disappear from the lewd. thoughts and slips of the tongue she was experiencing.

Willow opened her eyes to see a genuine interest and concern reflected in the younger girl's face.

"Just one. But since Giles has the coven searching for other slayers-in-waiting to send 'em our way, I bet we'll be seeing a lot more soon enough."

"Yeah... I bet." Kennedy winked at the red head before flipping her brown hair and snuggling her face into the soft cotton of Willow's pillow.

Willow had to suppress a sigh. How long had it been? And this Kennedy sure was a sight to take in. She kept having to remind herself that she was still supposed to be in mourning for Tara, though. But the potential was in Willow's bed. In her bed where she slept, where she dreamed of things that made her squeeze her thighs together and moan. In her bed where she touched herself in the early morning, remembering how Tara's hands played over her firm flesh, how they loved her and brought her to multiple orgasms.

"Well..." Kennedy began, deciding she wasn't going to waste any more time tiptoeing around the subject that no one could tell her Willow wasn't thinking about as well. "Then maybe you should crawl in here with me... while we still have the room to ourselves."

Once again, Willow's eyes grew round in shock. She couldn't believe Kennedy's forwardness. But more, she couldn't believe the arousal that had crept over her since she and the young potential had settled into their sleeping arrangement for the night. She wanted to crawl into that bed. She wanted to slide her hands over the younger girl's tight curves, to bury her face in the swell of nubile flesh, to caress and taste and find comfort in the warmth of another woman.

"W-what... exactly are you suggesting?" She asked, her voice sinking into the husky tone of arousal.

Kennedy laid on her back, putting both hands behind her head, and stretched out, the light blanket slipping down her torso to reveal a strip of tanned flesh. Willow caught the sight and quietly groaned at the knowledge of what lay just beyond.

"Wanted to?" Willow questioned, pulling her eyes from the strip of bare skin to Kennedy's face, but not before trailing them over the rounded mounds of firm flesh that strained against the younger girl's thin white tee.

Kennedy grinned, turning slowly to face the red head. Her tongue snaked out to dampen her bottom lip. "Come on Willow," The brunette whispered, "We both know what you want."

"Want? What want do I want?" She closed her eyes at her absurdity, and hoped the potential couldn't hear her rapidly beating heart. The brunette rolled her eyes and sighed, turning back to face the ceiling. She drummed her fingers on her flat tummy, just under the hem of her shirt. Slowly, she slid her fingers down to the cotton shorts she wore and played with the waistband, pushing it down slightly.

Willow watched, her mouth growing dry, as Kennedy's lazy movement pushed the cotton shorts and the blanket further down. The room was quiet except for Willow's shallow breathing, her pulse rate quickening. Her sex jumped in lust as she watched the potential's hand disappear beneath the shorts.

Kennedy sunk her fingers between her bare, slick folds, dipping low before beginning a slow circle around her already engorged button. She let out a soft moan, closing her eyes and biting her bottom lip. With her other hand, Kennedy slid her thin tee shirt up along her flat stomach and over her firm breast, revealing an erect pink nipple. With a groan, the potential began to roll the stiff flesh between her fingers, squeezing and tugging occasionally.

Watching the girl touch herself, Willow's mouth hung open. Her eyes went from the moving hand in Kennedy's shorts to the nipple being tweaked and rolled by her other hand, to the reaction registering on the girl's face. Willow felt her own juices puddle, desire going deeper than just a want for the younger girl pleasuring herself on Willow's bed. She sat up, slow as to not disturb Kennedy, and watched. She licked her dry lips, feeling her nipples tingle and stiffen, seeking attention.

The potential brought her index and middle finger around her clit, quickening the pace, but holding off, steady with her ministrations. She began to shift her hips ever so slightly to meet the movement of her hand. She knew Willow was watching her and smiled, parting her lips slightly at the spike of arousal that hit her at the thought.

Almost absently, Willow's hand found its way to her breast, caressing the stiff peak through her pajama top, sending tiny shivers down, throughout her body. She watched, spellbound, as Kennedy quickened her pace, the movement of her hand in her shorts much more noticeable. There was more moaning as well, although the witch didn't realize that she was adding to the soft build of voice in the room.

The brunette potential noticed, though. It thrilled her to no end to hear the red head getting into her performance. She wanted to look over, to look at Willow, but she was afraid she'd shatter the erotic scene they were caught up in. It was hard to hold back though, hard not to look at her, not to reach her hand out and touch the freckled skin of Willow's arm or to hold her hand while she brought herself over the edge.

Willow began a slow rock back and forth, unable to stay still with the building arousal that was overtaking her body. Her sex throbbed in want, weeping its need onto her cotton pajama pants. The light caress on her nipple had turned to hard pinches and pulls. Without really giving it any thought, the red head leaned forward and placed her free hand on Kennedy's exposed abdomen.

Kennedy's eyes shot open and she turned to see Willow's lust filled gaze staring back. She slowed, feeling the tension build in her belly, but wanting to see what the witch was going to do. She bit her lip and moaned louder when Willow's mouth found her breast. Willow kissed Kennedy's hand before replacing it with her mouth, licking the erect flesh just once before sucking it into her mouth. She slid her hand down into the potential's shorts, and covered the other girl's hand, not wanting the girl to stop, but to feel the rhythm of her self-pleasure.

"Oh God..." Kennedy whispered behind a moan when she felt the red head's tiny hand on hers. Willow sucked furiously on the erect flesh, scraping her teeth over it before nibbling, causing loud groans to escape the brunette's parted lips. Kennedy quickened her pace again, applying more pressure as the tension in her belly swelled, nearing the edge. She moved her hips up, meeting the route of her and Willow's hands. Faster, more forcefully they moved.

"Come on." Willow whispered into Kennedy's ear after abandoning her breast and its reddened, sore nipple. "Make yourself come."

Kennedy leaned into Willow's words and was rewarded by a warm, soft tongue caressing her earlobe before it too was sucked harshly into the red head's eager mouth.

Their movement was furious, rubbing the potential's swollen, slick knot hard and fast, both sets of fingers coated in her hot liquid.

"Yeah... oh yeah, I want you to come..." Willow breathed, her heart racing, her sex aching.

And then with a mighty rush, Kennedy arched up, her toes curling and her hips jerking, orgasming against her and Willow's hand while the witch continued to alternate between licking her ear and whispering in it.

"Oh yeah..." Willow whispered again, in awe that she had not only witnessed, but been a part of this incredibly erotic event.

"Oh... wow." The potential whispered, wiping her forehead of the light perspiration that had gathered there.

Willow withdrew her hand from Kennedy's shorts, letting it linger instead on the tanned flat of her stomach. She nuzzled the girl's neck, inhaling some unidentifiable sweet scents she hadn't noticed before.

"I don't know." Kennedy said quietly, not taking her eyes off the ceiling. "I... I guess I hoped you'd join me."

"I-I guess your plan... um... worked." Willow blushed, burying her face in the brunette's shoulder.

Kennedy smiled at Willow's return to shyness, but not before making a huge mental note about her eagerness to help out in any situation.

"Yeah?" the red head lifted her head and took in the shadowed features of the younger girl she'd help bring to orgasm.

"You sure you don't want to share the bed?" Kennedy turned her head and looked at Willow, grinning.

"Um... well... I... uh..." Willow glanced down at her own sleeping palette, cold and crumpled on the hard floor.

With a wry smile, Willow grabbed her pillow and crawled into bed beside Kennedy.

She thought of Tara, of the many nights they spent in each other's arms making love, kissing, holding, sleeping. She thought about the first time, and how scared they both were. They were eager to please, yet unsure of what was right. She thought about the last time she'd spent in her love's arms before that fateful morning that took her Tara's life, and sent Willow into the deep black scary evil. Tara was gone. Willow was okay. It was time, she decided to stop hiding behind her dead lover, and venture out once again.

Kennedy felt relief wash over her as Willow's body slid up next to her, and small, warm hands once again found her. Their lips met briefly before pulling away, kissing cheeks and chins, noses and foreheads, before returning and deepening.

Fear of rejection laced her words. She held her breath, waiting for Willow's answer.

"Please." Willow whispered before pressing her body firm against Kennedy's. "It's been so long."

They kissed again, slow and deep, tongues caressing from one mouth to the other. Slowly, clothes were removed and hands found flesh, smoothing, scratching, dipping and bending in pleasure, both giving of and receiving.

And as Buffy made her way down the hall after coming in from patrol, she could hear the faint moans and groans of pleasure emanating from her old bedroom where Willow and Kennedy were supposed to be bundled tight in sleep land.

"Well... that was fast." She grinned and closed the door to her bedroom behind her, secure in the knowledge that everyone was tucked in safe for the night.

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