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Title: Wasted All My Sun
Pairing: Kennedy/Buffy
Rating: R
Summary: Post-“Chosen”. Both slayers are trying to forget about a certain someone with tequila and other fun things.
Disclaimer: Not mine, all a product of Joss and Mutant enemy, ect.
Kennedy leaned over the railing of the balcony of her hotel room. The air was warm and she could taste the salt from the ocean even in the early morning hours. She found it hard to sleep at night now that her body was used to fighting all night long. Vacation, she told herself, you can rest on vacation. She was taking Buffy on a tour of Europe since she had been spending her summers here since she was 15. She knew the ins and outs, the hot spots, and the out of the way places that most tourists didn't even know existed. She turned and looked at the blonde tangled in the sweaty sheets, the soft grey highlighting her movements and smiled. She ambled back into the room and crawled into bed where Buffy immediately rolled over and laid her head on Kennedy's chest. She kissed the top of her head and stroked the hair off her face. She never thought it would have ended like this. She thought it would have been Willow in her arms nestled against her chest but she just didn’t understand; she wouldn’t understand that she could not be Tara version 2.0.
So she ran like she always did to the city of her ancestors and that is where she found Buffy in a dirty little cantina in the bad section of Madrid. That is when the tequila started to flow and the pair lost control of their words and their bodies. Kennedy saw the anger flash across Buffy’s face when she started complaining that Faith had left Sunnydale with Dawn. Buffy was jealous of her little sister and Kennedy helped her forget with booze and sultry dances for the rest of the night. They stumbled back to their room holding each other up, partly for stability and partly because neither wanted to let go. They fell into the room laughing and holding hands both noticing the sweat on the others palm. Buffy sat down on the bed and started to remove her heels while Kennedy slid into the desk chair to remove her boots. Kennedy winced when she felt her shirt sticking to her back from the sweat of dancing too close as she leaned over to unlace her boots. She stood up and unbuttoned her shirt revealing a wife-beater clinging to her dark skin. She left her shirt draped on the back of the desk chair and strode to the bathroom and turned on the shower.
She came back into the bedroom to find Buffy still sitting on the bed, hands folded in her lap, looking uncertain. Kennedy went to her and took her hands in hers and led Buffy to the bathroom. Kennedy turned her to face the mirror and stood behind her grabbing Buffy’s hips. She traced her fingers around the waistband of her jeans watching her skin against Buffy’s pale stomach. Kennedy pulled the halter over Buffy’s head then leaned in and sucked the salt from her neck then brought her hands up to cup her breasts after she had dropped the clothe to the floor. Kennedy then slid her hands down the flat plains of her stomach to the fly of her jeans and Buffy made a small whimpering sound as she softly bit into her shoulder. Kennedy peeled the tight material from Buffy’s legs. Buffy took the opportunity to turn around after she stepped out of the pool of material so that she could help Kennedy out of her clothes. Buffy clutched at the soft cotton tank top and yanked it over her head then crushed her lips against hers. Kennedy grabbed Buffy’s hips and pulled her roughly against her and Buffy moaned as the front of her rubbed against the harsh denim. Kennedy began to kiss her way down the front of her then finally removed her pink thong then grabbed the back of her thighs and lifted her onto the counter. Kennedy started to take off her jeans while Buffy unclasped Kennedy’s bra. Once they were both naked Kennedy grabbed Buffy again and moved them to the shower. The spray was warm and soaked their hair as they kissed under the water.
Pairing: Kennedy/Buffy
Rating: R
Summary: Post-“Chosen”. Both slayers are trying to forget about a certain someone with tequila and other fun things.
Disclaimer: Not mine, all a product of Joss and Mutant enemy, ect.
Kennedy leaned over the railing of the balcony of her hotel room. The air was warm and she could taste the salt from the ocean even in the early morning hours. She found it hard to sleep at night now that her body was used to fighting all night long. Vacation, she told herself, you can rest on vacation. She was taking Buffy on a tour of Europe since she had been spending her summers here since she was 15. She knew the ins and outs, the hot spots, and the out of the way places that most tourists didn't even know existed. She turned and looked at the blonde tangled in the sweaty sheets, the soft grey highlighting her movements and smiled. She ambled back into the room and crawled into bed where Buffy immediately rolled over and laid her head on Kennedy's chest. She kissed the top of her head and stroked the hair off her face. She never thought it would have ended like this. She thought it would have been Willow in her arms nestled against her chest but she just didn’t understand; she wouldn’t understand that she could not be Tara version 2.0.
So she ran like she always did to the city of her ancestors and that is where she found Buffy in a dirty little cantina in the bad section of Madrid. That is when the tequila started to flow and the pair lost control of their words and their bodies. Kennedy saw the anger flash across Buffy’s face when she started complaining that Faith had left Sunnydale with Dawn. Buffy was jealous of her little sister and Kennedy helped her forget with booze and sultry dances for the rest of the night. They stumbled back to their room holding each other up, partly for stability and partly because neither wanted to let go. They fell into the room laughing and holding hands both noticing the sweat on the others palm. Buffy sat down on the bed and started to remove her heels while Kennedy slid into the desk chair to remove her boots. Kennedy winced when she felt her shirt sticking to her back from the sweat of dancing too close as she leaned over to unlace her boots. She stood up and unbuttoned her shirt revealing a wife-beater clinging to her dark skin. She left her shirt draped on the back of the desk chair and strode to the bathroom and turned on the shower.
She came back into the bedroom to find Buffy still sitting on the bed, hands folded in her lap, looking uncertain. Kennedy went to her and took her hands in hers and led Buffy to the bathroom. Kennedy turned her to face the mirror and stood behind her grabbing Buffy’s hips. She traced her fingers around the waistband of her jeans watching her skin against Buffy’s pale stomach. Kennedy pulled the halter over Buffy’s head then leaned in and sucked the salt from her neck then brought her hands up to cup her breasts after she had dropped the clothe to the floor. Kennedy then slid her hands down the flat plains of her stomach to the fly of her jeans and Buffy made a small whimpering sound as she softly bit into her shoulder. Kennedy peeled the tight material from Buffy’s legs. Buffy took the opportunity to turn around after she stepped out of the pool of material so that she could help Kennedy out of her clothes. Buffy clutched at the soft cotton tank top and yanked it over her head then crushed her lips against hers. Kennedy grabbed Buffy’s hips and pulled her roughly against her and Buffy moaned as the front of her rubbed against the harsh denim. Kennedy began to kiss her way down the front of her then finally removed her pink thong then grabbed the back of her thighs and lifted her onto the counter. Kennedy started to take off her jeans while Buffy unclasped Kennedy’s bra. Once they were both naked Kennedy grabbed Buffy again and moved them to the shower. The spray was warm and soaked their hair as they kissed under the water.