It Must Be the Bathrobe by WHKC

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Summary: A "behind the scenes" look at the Kenlow situation in Storyteller.

It had been a full week since Willow had done the spell that had nearly sucked Kennedy dry, seven torturous days of the dark-eyed potential slayer's sleeping curled up in fetal position at the farthest corner of the bed, frightened and inaccessible. Willow sighed softly as her eyes caressed Kennedy's sleeping figure. Seven days.

The past few months had been flooded with a whirl of emotions. Fear had been the most predominant of all, crushing spirits and invading dreams. Fear had caused many the unnecessary conflicts at the Summer's house. It had cost Annabelle and Chloe their lives. At the moment, fear was eating away at what little strength Willow had left.

Willow quietly slid out of the bed and changed into her bathrobe. She left the room in silence, not wishing to awaken the woman she had hoped would one day be her lover. She was soon in the bathroom. Checking under the sink, Willow was pleasantly surprised to find that a pile of fresh towels lay waiting for her. She smiled. Anya must have finally taken her turn at doing the laundry. Willow took off her bathrobe and turned on the shower, glad she had gotten up early enough for there to still be some hot water left in the pipes.

Washing another harsh night from her skin, Willow soon found herself lost in her thoughts, the warm water coaxing out a week's worth of pent up emotion. So many thoughts swirled around in her head. She had worked so hard building up walls, mourning Tara, hiding from the possibility of future pain by dwelling in the current pain of her loss. Then, Kennedy had come into her life, so strong and brash. The potential had been the one person headstrong enough to pull Willow out of her quiet misery. They had begun to build something new, a new love great enough to surpass Willow's pain. And now it seemed that the witch had destroyed it all with one spell.

Willow finished rinsing the last of the conditioner out of her hair and stepped out of the shower. I took so much from her, drank of her very essence. I hurt her. She's right if she never forgives me. Willow Rosenburg screws another thing up. I never should have even let her in.

Wrapped back up in her robe, her hair toweled dry, Willow opened the door to the bathroom and was immediately thrown backwards and Andrew charged in.

Willow smiled bemusedly. Must be the chili he had for dinner last night. Her confusion only deepened when, a few seconds later, she heard the boy's voice coming from the room.

With a shrug, Willow continued down the hall to her room. She closed the door to her bedroom behind her, turning toward the bed to find Kennedy sitting cross-legged and already dressed.

"Good morning," Willow couldn't help but smile, despite of all she was feeling, "Sleep well?"

Willow wasn't sure she should have said that and, when Kennedy answered with nothing but silence, the witch felt her heart drop into her stomach. She moved to the dresser, rummaging through a few drawers as she pieced together the day's outfit. Her back turned to Kennedy, Willow let her robe fall to the floor, pulling a pair of panties up her legs. She could feel Kennedy's eyes on her back and, not thinking, she turned around and faced the other woman.

The heat rising in her cheeks, Willow could feel her face turning the same color as her hair. She crossed her arms over her bare chest self-consciously and stared at the potential for a moment before quickly turning back to getting dressed.

Willow flinched when, as she was zipping up her pants, she suddenly found Kennedy's arms circling her waist.

"Hey, no need to be all jumpy," Kennedy whispered into her ear, the fabric of her shirt pressing against Willow's exposed back. "I had a dream last night, about you and me and hotel room in Paris," she kissed Willow's shoulder near the strap of her bra, "And it made me realize that I've been a total jerk about this whole magic thing. It's a part of you. I understand that now. Some of it is dark, but some of it is light too. I just need to learn to accept it. I'm sorry for the way I acted."

"No, Kenn, really, it's..." Willow cut herself off with a yelp. While Kennedy had been talking, the potential slayer's hands had artfully roamed up Willow's stomach, finding the lace that covered Willow's breasts.

"Shh," Kennedy breathed into Willow's ear. "I don't want to hear it." Her fingers traced circles around the hardening nipples. Willow moaned.

"Now that's a sound I like," Kennedy moved closer to the witch, her body making contact with the other woman's as much as possible. With a devious grin, she pinched one of the nipples, eliciting another groan.

Much to Kennedy's displeasure, however, this groan was accompanied by Willow's pulling away, face flushed, and reaching for the shirt that lay across the flat surface of the dresser.

"It's time for breakfast," the redhead answered, "We'd better get down there if we actually want to eat something."

Both women stopped at Kennedy's words. Willow knew that her face was growing yet redder. Kennedy just smirked. Neither having any idea what to say next, they exited the room, Kennedy reaching for Willow's hand as they traveled down the hallway.

"Who the hell's got the low-fat milk?" Part of Rona wished she just hadn't woken up that morning. Morning in Sunnydale indeed. Kennedy lifted up yet another box of cereal, finally finding one that wasn't completely empty or entirely unappetizing. Filling her bowl, she took a second to give Andrew a dirty look—What is with that camera, anyway?—before hunting down what milk there was left. Nya nya nya, I get the last of the soy. She smiled and clunked the empty carton down on the edge of the counter.

And then, there was Andrew with his camera, going off again. Kennedy stole a look at Willow, who snorted softly, and then tuned out the boy's ramblings.

Kennedy decided that this was a good time to tune back in. "Catchy, Amanda," she quipped, "Let's make that our slogan."

And then she zoned back out again. A few minutes and most of her cereal later, she realized that Buffy was making another one of her great speeches. She had to close her eyes to keep from rolling them. Sometimes it seems commando Buffy forgets she has an audience. That girl can talk and talk and... When she opened her eyes again, she noticed that even Willow looked bored, which was really saying something. Kennedy stood up and put her bowl in the sink, trying to seem interested in Buffy's vision, but actually being more interested in the slayer's redheaded best friend.

"Could have been worse," she traced her finger down Willow's sleeve. "I really like this shirt."

Having survived the insanity that was post-breakfast clean-up, Willow collapsed onto the couch. Anya had gone off to the grocery store, taking an S.I.T. or two along for the ride. Buffy was at work and "Drill Sergeant" Kennedy was giving the girls a day off from training. It was shaping up to be a peaceful, sunny day. Willow swiped up a magazine one of the girls had left on the coffee table and relaxed into the sofa cushions.

Teen Star Hair Styles, she read with a bemused look, flipping through the pages. Someone has to rescue me from the land of Pre-teenonia...

"I swear, Will," Kennedy sighed, "If that boy puts his camera in my face one more time..."

"It wouldn't be so bad if we didn't seem to pop up everywhere I go. It's unnerving and annoying."

"Great, but how can I ignore having a camera shoved into my face every five seconds?" Kennedy whined.

"I could help to distract you, you know." Willow ran her fingers slowly across Kennedy's thigh, "But only if you wanted me to." She continued to trail her fingers along the soft fabric of Kennedy's pants.

"I think I just might like that idea." Kennedy repositioned herself, moving closer to Willow and putting her arms around the other woman.

Longing came in a great rush, engulfing Willow as she pulled Kennedy tight against her body. Their mouths met and devoured each other. Willow's tongue slowly glided across Kennedy's lips, working its way between them. Both lovers moaned as the kiss deepened, one of Kennedy's hands moving from Willow's neck down her chest, fingers tracing the arc of her neckline while Willow's palms made wide circles across Kennedy's shoulder blades.

"No," Kennedy's eyes were nearly boiling over with tears. She pulled her arm back and wiped away the tears with the back of her hand, "Nothing's wrong. It's just..." Willow waited expectantly, unable to figure out what had triggered the sudden change in her girlfriend's mood.

Willow was struck speechless by this admission. She had been able to keep quiet her own feelings toward Kennedy by calling herself a foolish romantic and convincing herself that the other woman couldn't feel the same way. But Kennedy did feel the same way. And the fact nearly stopped Willow's heart from beating.

"I guess not," Kennedy allowed Willow to use sleeve of the shirt the potential liked so much to dab away a few tears. "I just feel like I love you so much, and so soon. I'm scared of it. I've never felt this strongly before. I..."

Kennedy grinned boldly, prompting Willow to bring her lips to the brunette's once again. The kiss they shared was slow and careful, but full of the new love they shared.

It was during this kiss that Andrew entered, camera in hand and commentary rolling. Just ignore him, both women thought, and he will go away. And, much to their surprise, he did. After rambling off something about the window, he left the two alone, hardly seeming to have noticed them at all.

Willow and Kennedy pulled away from one another at the same time, both dissolving into laughter.

Willow had hoped for a peaceful afternoon to follow a wonderful morning, but no such thing happened. Instead, the afternoon and evening had been filled with crazy students, an ever-rambling Andrew, and researching demon languages. Needless to say, she was glad when things had finally calmed down for the night. The small tribe of potentials heading to bed and Buffy out on patrol, Willow lay across her bed, finally feeling herself relax for the first time in hours.

Kennedy finished brushing her teeth and yielded the bathroom to the next girl in line. Back in the bedroom she shared with Willow, she was glad to find the redhead stretched out across the sheets. Kennedy stood at the foot of the bed, toweling her hair and taking in Willow's calm demeanor.

"Of course." Kennedy let her hair towel drop to the floor and crawled next to Willow, giving her a soft kiss on the cheek. "There you go," she grinned.

Before Willow could even think of anything else to say, Kennedy was on top of her, straddling her pajama-clad hips. She moaned softly at the pressure of the potential's body against hers. Kennedy is wearing a bathrobe. The thought danced in Willow's mind. I could really...

Kennedy's lips cut into Willow's thoughts as she caught the redhead up in a feverish kiss. Time seemed to freeze as their lips locked together. Kennedy shifted her weight so that she was no longer straddling Willow's hips, but her thigh instead. Willow whimpered as Kennedy began to rock against her, the brunette's knee grinding into the witch's center. Willow ran her hands up and down Kennedy's sides, pulling her closer, wanting contact. She whimpered again as Kennedy denied her this, instead pulling away to look into her eyes.

"Yes. Or until you stopped, at least." Willow's eyes strayed from Kennedy's face to her neck, and finally to her chest. She gasped when she saw how open the robe had become. Two soft mounds swung before her. She wanted them. She wanted them now.

"What are you looking at?" Kennedy asked, well aware of the answer she would receive.

"Uh... the fine craftsmanship of the robe you are wearing," she grinned evilly, "And also your breasts."

Kennedy looked down at her own chest. "Yes, I do appear to have them. And, if I recall correctly, so do you." She brought a hand Willow's chest, allowing her fingers to brush softly over the two hills that were pressing outward against the cloth of Willow's top, drawing yet another moan from the woman's lips.

Kennedy's touch made up Willow's mind for her. She gave up being the passive party and sat up, pulling Kennedy close.

"My turn," she growled and began kissing Kennedy's neck and collar bone. Soft sweet kisses were followed by ones of stronger passion. Soon, a quick nip or lick was also sprinkled in as Willow inched along, careful not to leave any skin unattended. Slowly, she lowered Kennedy onto the bed, covering the small region of her body with kisses as they moved.

Once she had Kennedy where she wanted her, Willow let her lips to travel lower on Kennedy's body, opening up the robe to allow their cherry sweetness to graze the soft tan of the brunette's firm breasts.

"Oh God, Willow," Kennedy sighed as Willow's mouth covered her. Responding to her lover's arousal, Willow focused her attentions on Kennedy's right nipple, leaving it raw and aching before she then moved to the left, drawing circles around it with her tongue until it throbbed. Kennedy moaned the witch's name a second time as Willow took the nipple into her mouth.

When she had finished with Kennedy's breasts—for the time-being, at least—Willow again turned her attention southward, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses down Kennedy's stomach as she pulled the robe yet further open. She stopped her journey just short of the curly dark hair springing up from between the potential's legs.

"I was just thinking," Willow smiled wickedly, "If you're not doing anything else tonight, I'd like to make love to you."

"It's looking pretty good so far," Kennedy's voice came in a hoarse whisper, "So please stop teasing me and get on with it."

With that, Willow started where she had left off, spreading Kennedy's smooth legs, kissing and nibbling at her thighs. She entered Kennedy gently, filling her with long, slow licks. Kennedy groaned loudly, bucking her hips as Willow's tongue thrust more fiercely inside of her. Willow gave a hard lick to her lover's clit and then drew it into her mouth, sucking Kennedy hungrily.

The tension between Kennedy's legs was almost unbearable. She hung at the very edge. Willow could sense the state of Kennedy's arousal and deftly slid a single finger into the potential's cunt, stroking and sucking to the rhythm of Kennedy's hips. The added stimulation was more than enough to push Kennedy to climax.

"Willow!" The orgasm hit Kennedy, causing her to tremble with every wave. When it had finally subsided, Willow kissed her way back up to Kennedy's stomach, resting her head on the toned tan flesh.

The two lay in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying lying together. Finally, Willow spoke.

It was then that Willow reminded Kennedy of where her right hand still was. The brunette let out a soft moan as Willow moved inside of her.

"What's not fair, baby?" Willow asked, her finger still moving languidly inside her lover.

"I'm naked, with a gorgeous woman making love to me, and you're just lying there in puppy dog pajamas. It's not fair."

"And I like what's underneath them even more." Kennedy moved slightly, forcing Willow to reluctantly remove her fingers. The potential then sat up fully, taking Willow into her arms, their warm lips meeting.

She was so focused on the sucking and prodding of Kennedy's lips and tongue, Willow didn't even notice that Kennedy had removed her pajama top until she felt the potential slayer's cool hands cupping her breasts. Kennedy kneaded the redhead's warm skin, marveling how the flesh could be both firm and supple, so smooth and soft, yet still taut.

As Kennedy explored her lover's upper quarters, Willow was engulfed in the heat rising from center. The potential replaced her hands with her lips, freeing her fingers to explore other regions. Willow fell back into the bed, moaning loudly as Kennedy's lips teased her nipples. Meanwhile, Kennedy's fingers had found their way to Willow's hips. A moment later, they were free of all clothing and Kennedy's fingers were dancing across the juts of bone and valleys of skin, tangling in dark red curls.

Guiding her fingers from the course they had been mapping across Willow's hips, Kennedy dipped into her lover, moving her finger with more intensity as she deepened the caress.

"Oh yes. God, yes." Willow fell into a steady rhythm, following the movement of Kennedy's hand. Kennedy moved even deeper inside of her lover, using her thumb to massage Willow's swollen clit. She upped the intensity again, Willow's moans increasing with the brunette's movements.

Willow cried out Kennedy's name as she came, riding the waves of orgasm until they slowed and finally dispersed. Sweat slicked, Kennedy removed her hand, taking Willow into her arms and under the covers. Snuggled together, the two felt more peace than they had in months.

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It Must Be the Bathrobe

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