Sparring Partner by Susan Carr

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Summary: The Slayer asks Willow to help her train the SITs.

“Hey, Wills,” the Slayer said, throwing a towel on the counter. “I need a favor, please!”

“Spike’s still out of it and I really need someone to help me with the girls’ training this morning. Want to show them some super cool moves,” Buffy said as she pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge.

“Oh, that’s… Me? Well…okay, that’s fun, but… Well…I really don’t think I can fit into the puffy suit, Buffy. Xander would be better than me for that,” Willow babbled.

“No puffy suit,” Buffy said, smiling at her friend. “I mean a real sparring partner. Someone equal to me in strength and skill. I’d ask Spike, but he’s been through Hell and needs time to heal. I want you.”

“Hey!” Willow and Buffy looked up as an indignant Kennedy pushed her way through from the hallway, having heard Buffy’s last comment. “That’s my line!”

Buffy smirked as Willow blushed. “Never fear, Kennedy dear, I’m just trying to convince Willow to cast a little mojo on herself to help me show off some of my better fighting moves.”

“Willow!” Kennedy smiled broadly at the redhead. “I didn’t know you could rough it up with the physical stuff. I’d love to see that!”

“Uh, I don’t know,” Willow stammered. “Maybe this is not such a good idea.”

“You mean aside from the fact that the last time we got into it I destroyed the Magic Box?” Willow asked.

“That time it was for real and you were out of control,” Buffy assured. “This is only practice and I trust you, Willow. You won’t lose control again.”

“Thanks Buffy, but I’m still not sure,” Willow glanced nervously at Kennedy who was raptly following the conversation between the two older women.

“Oh, pretty simple really,” Willow explained, going into teacher mode. “It’s a spell to temporarily give me strength and coordination similar to Buffy’s. It was something I developed after we did a conjoining spell to call upon the powers of the Slayer to defeat the Big Bad. I thought maybe it would be useful to be able to call upon certain aspects of the Slayer’s powers. I’ve only had a chance to use it one time and then in not-so-good circumstances.”

“No, nothing that a cold shower won’t cure,” Willow smirked at her friend.

Buffy glanced at Kennedy in amusement. “Something tells me you won’t need a shower, Wills.”

Willow narrowed her eyes at her friend’s teasing. “Ha! I seem to remember when we roomed together that many a night after patrol, the non-fat yogurt wasn’t the only thing you reached for, missy. Mr. Pointy Junior went through more batteries than the Energizer Bunny.”

Buffy chuckled at Willow’s reaction. “Hey Kennedy, if you’re lucky, maybe Willow will show you.”

“Okay, that’s it, Slayer,” Willow tried to look angry, but the amusement was clear in her voice. “Bring it on!”

“Great!” Buffy grabbed her towel and pulled her student towards the basement door. “Come on, Kennedy. Help me warm up while Willow gets ready.”

By the time Willow had changed, gathered her spell components and made it to the basement, the whole gang except for Spike was waiting. Anya was perched on top of the washing machine with a bag of microwave popcorn. Xander was sitting on one side of her and getting a slap on the arm every time he dipped his hand into the bag. Kennedy was sitting on the ex-vengeance demon’s other side with Andrew and the rest of the girls scattered around the room.

Giles came up to Willow as she was preparing her spell. “Willow, are you sure you’re up for this?”

Willow nodded at her mentor as she started a disk of charcoal and placed it in her small cauldron to smolder. “Yes, Giles, I’m pretty sure I am. This is not a black magic deal. The intent is all good…teaching and practice. As long as I keep my anger in check, I’ll be fine.”

Giles nodded, “Then I think this will be a good exercise for both you and Buffy. Have fun, dear.”

“We’re waiting on you, Witch,” Buffy answered. She stood in the middle of the padded floor, all of the extra furniture and equipment having been moved aside leaving the two combatants plenty of room to move around.

Willow checked to make sure the charcoal was ready. Picking up a pinch of dried herbs from a bowl, she added it to her mortar.

Willow repeated the action, taking a second pinch from another bowl. “Blessed ginger, lend me your power.”

From a third bowl, Willow took a final pinch. “Blessed thyme, lend me your courage.”

Adding a few extra ingredients to the mixture, Willow took up her pestle and ground the herbs together using a clockwise motion. “Bountiful goddess, powerful god, lend your blessings to my endeavors so these girls might better prepare for their calling. As I do will, so mote it be.”

Willow emptied the contents of the mortar into the cauldron where the herbs flared up in an impressive display of sparkling smoke. Willow’s body stiffened and seemed to glow for a moment as the power rushed through her. Finally she turned to the Slayer with a grin on her face.

“Ready or not, Slayer, here I come!” With that Willow ran the short distance and launched herself at Buffy, knocking her back with a double kick to the chest.

Anya snorted and said to the young woman, “That was all show. Willow didn’t need to do all that mumbo jumbo, it was just to impress the natives.”

Kennedy tore her eyes off of the sparring pair and looked at Anya. “What do you mean?”

“The herbs, just stuff from the pantry. The flash, that was probably saltpeter, it sparkles nicely when burned, one of the ingredients of gunpowder you know. And the smoke, well that was probably some combination of copper sulfate, sulfur and I’m guessing potassium chlorate for that nice purple color. A witch of Willow’s skill doesn’t need any of that. She could have just simply cast the spell and started kicking Buffy’s ass.”

“Like I said, she’s out to impress. It’s a witch thing, they enjoy the drama.” Anya took a closer look at the brunette. “And I think it’s working.”

Kennedy smirked at Anya. “She’s doesn’t need any flash for that. She’s plenty hot on her own.”

Anya was about to say something else, but once again had to slap Xander away from her popcorn. “Will you stop that?”

The combatants had barely broken a sweat, but it was obvious from the observers that they were evenly matched. The slayers in training watched in awe as both the blonde and the redhead moved and counter moved with blinding speed. Finally Buffy stepped back and said, “Hold!”

Buffy laughed. “Oh we will, but I think it’s time we added some spice into the mix. Rona! Molly! Front and center and bring your weapons.”

The two young girls nervously approached the Witch and the Slayer, each awkwardly clutching a wooden stake.

“Okay girls, this is very simple. Willow and I are vampires and you stake us. Got it?”

“I don’t know, Buffy,” Molly said. “I don’t want to 'urt you, you know!”

“As if!” Willow laughed and attacked Rona. The scared girl stumbled backward in her attempt to avoid the advancing Wiccan. It was only when her back hit a pillar that she finally threw up her hands in defense. Willow gleefully waded in, both hands flashing.

Kennedy glanced away from Willow for a moment and saw that Molly also had her hands full with the Slayer. Soon her attention was drawn back to the fighting redhead. Willow was grace personified when spell casting, but she was an absolute wonder when fighting, something Kennedy could relate to. For this round, Kennedy could tell that Willow was holding back, but she was pleased to see that Rona wasn’t totally helpless. Although she hadn’t gotten the stake anywhere near the target, she had managed to keep her grip on it.

Rona and Molly stumbled back to the sidelines as Vi and Chloe nervously took their positions. Kennedy could see that Buffy and Willow eased up even more on the younger girls, but still managed to put them through their paces. By the time Buffy ended the round, both girls were panting heavily while Willow and Buffy were not even breathing hard.

“Uh, Buffy?” Willow asked, looking at the remaining trainee sitting on the washing machine. “Forget someone?”

Buffy looked in the direction Willow indicated. “Oh yeah, Kennedy,” she said with a smirk. “Got any energy left Willow?”

Willow nodded, her eyes never leaving the young brunette’s. “I think I can go a few more rounds.”

“Good!” Buffy said, perkily. “Then why don’t you handle her while Giles treats the rest of us to lunch.”

Buffy ignored the various protests from the assembled group and ushered everyone up the stairs and out the door.

Kennedy hopped gracefully off the washing machine as Willow headed towards the practice weapons rack.

Kennedy took the bamboo sword the redhead handed her and swung it a few times to get a feel for its balance. One thing she had to admire Buffy for…she might not have money, but she made sure her weapons, even the practice ones, were of the highest quality. In fact, everything about the Summers household impressed the young woman, especially the exquisite vision standing in front of her at the moment.

“I know I can, but the question is…are you up for it?” Kennedy challenged.

Having watched Willow spar with Buffy and the other girls, Kennedy was not surprised at the ferocity of Willow’s attack. Since the Council had discovered her potential many years ago, her Watcher had trained her in many forms of martial arts and since coming to Sunnydale, Kennedy had sparred a few times with the Slayer. But not even that experience was as exciting as sparring with Willow. Kennedy knew that she’d probably never fully understand Willow’s witchcraft, but this she understood and it thrilled her right to her core.

Kennedy traded blow for blow, parrying and blocking Willow’s attacks. Finally seeing an opening, Kennedy took the offensive and Willow’s grin grew wider as the younger woman pressed the attack. Willow retreated until her back was pressed against the bare wall under the window. She deflected a brutal thrust that would have smashed into her neck, and taking one hand off the hilt, grabbed the chains hanging from the wall. She twisted the chains around the locked swords and with her magically enhanced strength she tore them out of both their grips.

Kennedy was stunned to find her hands empty and before she had a chance to recover, Willow landed a punch in her chest that flung her backwards where she landed heavily on the soft cushion of the mat. Kennedy fought to catch her breath.

“Oh goddess!” Willow said and rushed to kneel at Kennedy’s side, all amusement gone from her face leaving only concern and worry. “Are you okay?”

Kennedy gripped the hand that Willow placed on her heaving chest. She tried to speak, but needed a moment more.

“I’m so sorry, Kennedy!” Willow said, guiltily. “You fight so well I forgot you’re not a slayer.”

“It’s okay,” Kennedy wheezed, air finally making its way past the constriction in her chest.

Kennedy tried to relax as Willow placed her other hand on her chest and then close her eyes. She watched as Willow’s lips moved in a soothing chant, but could not make out the words. Warmth began to spread across her chest starting where Willow’s hands rested and as it soothed the pain away she felt her muscles unclench and she too closed her eyes.

Not knowing how much time had passed, Kennedy finally opened her eyes and found Willow sitting next to her, a concerned look in her face.

“I’ve been hurt before,” Kennedy smiled into those beautiful green eyes. “It’s all part of the training, you know.”

“Yeah, but I just got carried away,” Willow explained, the guilt still evident on her face. Kennedy wanted to see that face shine with its former joy.

“Look Willow,” Kennedy said, taking Willow’s hand in her own. “I’m not hurt. I don’t know what you did, but I’m fine. In fact, I feel great.”

Kennedy was thrilled to see Willow meet her gaze and even more thrilled to see Willow’s smile return.

“Really great,” Kennedy replied and leaned forward to catch Willow’s lips with her own.

Willow whimpered as she wrapped her arm around Kennedy’s neck, pressing her lips firmly onto the younger woman’s.

A low moan came from Kennedy as she opened her mouth sucking lightly on Willow’s lower lip. Willow eased her mouth open in response and pressed her body forward to brush against Kennedy’s who felt amazement running through her at how well their bodies fit together.

“Oh god,” Kennedy whispered, briefly letting go of Willow’s lips. “I’ve wanted to do that since the first time I saw you.”

Kennedy felt all of her worries and fears of the past few weeks melt away as Willow pulled the young slayer in training closer, kissing her deeply, their tongues meeting in a delightful dance of passion. Pulling her mouth free from Willow’s for just a moment Kennedy breathed a husky demand. “Touch me,” she whispered, her voice husky and deep before she closed her open mouth over Willow’s sucking on the witch’s tongue.

The witch backed away, her breathing heavy and strained. “Uh Kennedy, this is so not good. I mean, I’m like supposed to be a teacher here and you…you’re supposed to be like a student here and teachers and students, well, they just don’t mix.”

Kennedy smiled and followed Willow’s retreat, pushing backward until the redhead had no choice except to fall back on the pads. Kennedy pressed her advance, positioning her body over Willow’s.

“Look Willow,” she said, brushing her lips teasingly over Willow’s. “As much as I enjoy listening to you when you do that wonderful babbling thing, there’s another thing I’d really like you be doing instead and one I’m sure you can do equally as charming.”

“Touching me,” Kennedy growled and ran her tongue along the length of Willow’s lips before parting them and dipping inside. She leaned up and pulled at Willow’s shirt, slipping it over the redhead’s head. An appreciative rumble came from the redhead’s throat and Willow pushed up to grab at Kennedy’s shirt to tear it over her head.

“Is it just me, or is it getting hotter in here?” Willow mumbled, running her thumb against Kennedy’s swollen lower lip.

“I think it’s you heating up the room,” Kennedy whispered through a haze, the tip of her tongue reaching out to trail along her lip.

“Right. Then I think I’m way overdressed, don’t you?” Willow said, pulling Kennedy closer and running her hands down her back and under the sports bra. As she pushed the bra up and over Kennedy’s head, Willow pushed forward until Kennedy was lying half naked under her.

“I believe you’re right.” Willow returned the smile and looked down. She straddled Kennedy’s hips and quickly pulled off her own bra, letting her small mounds swing free. Willow leaned forward and let her mouth fall on the swell of Kennedy’s breasts. Arching up to meet Willow’s touch, Kennedy inhaled the sweet scent of Willow, mixed with the musky aroma of her sweat. She ran a hand down Willow’s naked back to her soft bottom and pulled the redhead closer, arching her hips into Willow’s.

Lifting her head up, Willow looked into the pleased expression of the brunette, the witch’s green eyes glinting with pleasure.

Willow ran her hands down Kennedy’s torso, fingernails teasing over hardened nipples eliciting a small sigh of pleasure until they reached the waistband of Kennedy’s shorts.

“This has to come off,” Willow growled. Before Kennedy knew what happened, both of them were naked and she was lying under Willow as the redhead pressed into her, the heat between them building almost to the unbearable point.

Willow again caught one of Kennedy’s nipples in her mouth, her hand finding the other. Hissing in response, Kennedy reached her hands over her head, her body spreading itself underneath Willow’s. She leaned upwards, pressing her nipple further into Willow’s mouth. The redhead’s tongue laved layers of delight over the tip of the nipple, torturing it into a throbbing point of desire, sending shock waves of sensation down Kennedy’s body to echo in her center. Kennedy pushed her hips forward, moving them up and down in reply to Willow’s stimulation.

Sucking in a huge breath, Willow pushed herself off of Kennedy’s body and looked down at the naked brunette below her. Spreading her fingers over Kennedy’s kneecaps she pressed very gently. Kennedy shifted position and spread her legs in invitation to Willow’s question.

“Oh Kennedy,” Willow whispered. Raking her fingers up the inside of Kennedy’s thighs up past the soft mound to the athletic hardness of her belly. “So beautiful.”

Willow laid her head down onto Kennedy’s soft thigh and began tracing with her tongue the path her hands had just taken. Kennedy groaned and laid her head back into the mat, her hips continuing their slow dance.

Hooking her arms under Kennedy’s thighs, Willow moved closer to the brunette. She spread out her fingers, digging them deep into the other girl’s ass, the flesh welcoming her touch. Kennedy’s heart reached into her throat as Willow dropped her head to run her tongue up the top of Kennedy’s thigh and into her damp hair.

“Oh gods, Willow!” She gasped as Willow’s tongue found her center, stroking deeply and confidently.

Kennedy moaned and moved her hands down to run through Willow’s hair, holding her close, her hips moving in unconscious thrusts. Willow moved two fingers slowly and deeply in and out of her, stroking her clit with her tongue, eliciting delightful sounds of pleasure from the young trainee.

“Yes, Willow, please! So close!” Kennedy cried as Willow increased her rhythm, driving deeper as she sucked harder on Kennedy’s flesh until the younger girl cried out, her body bucking under Willow’s.

Kennedy tried to catch her breath as Willow moved up to lie next to her. Willow was smiling and her eyes held a question that Kennedy answered with a searing kiss. Kennedy rolled Willow onto her back and broke the kiss only for her mouth to return to one of Willow’s breasts. The other breast was being playfully kneaded and pinched under Kennedy’s hand.

Kennedy continued to recover as she focused on Willow’s reactions, trying to learn what she liked. Willow parted her legs, placing Kennedy’s thigh between them, moving herself against the thigh. Kennedy smiled slightly as she tensed her leg and leaned forward applying more pressure. Kennedy trailed her kissed down Willow’s body, never pausing until she reached her knee, then slowly started back up her inner thigh. She was tentative at first, but grew more confident as her mouth found Willow’s center and was soon moving in rhythm to Willow’s responses.

Kennedy was enjoying the sensation of Willow moving underneath her. She moved first one and then two fingers inside and was delighted as Willow’s body arched upward seeking more contact. She released her mouth from Willow’s clit and brought her other hand to stroke her more directly. She heard Willow’s reaction and she felt Willow push against her hands. Kennedy felt Willow’s hands move through her hair desiring a firmer connection. In moments, Kennedy felt Willow tighten around her fingers as she came, crying her name.

“Thank you,” Willow whispered in her ear, her warm breath gently brushing back the young brunette’s hair.

“No, thank you,” Kennedy responded, holding the redhead close. “That was the best damn training session I’ve ever had.”

“Sometime soon, I hope,” Kennedy responded and Willow laughed in sheer delight.

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Sparring Partner

By Susan L. Carr

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