It Was Pictionary
by Red
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It Was Pictionary
Red: cocoachanel67@yahoo.com
Joss' folk.
BW...among others...NC17
This is for Scott's fic exchange. He wanted.....
{Pairing: B/W (all others can be any you want if there are any others)
Setting: Post Chosen/Not Fade Away
Premise: Buffy/Willow hook up. Spike and Angel find out and head to Rome for a discussion with our favorite blond and redhead. Oh, and Tara's back somehow too.
Rating: Any you choose
MUST HAVE:
B/W hookup (B/W must be the main pairing of the fic. They CANNOT be broken up and Buffy cannot leave with anyone else. Same goes for Willow.)
Spike smashing something.
Angel in game face.
Optional (try to have at least 1!):
A song.
The line
"She betrayed you once, slayer! What stops her from doing it again!?" said by either Spike or Angel.
A phone call from Kennedy
A visit from the pope
A visit from TomKat (bonus points for this one!)
A steamy B/W shower scene (also bonus points for this one!)}
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"It's your bloody fault."
Angel turned to Spike. "What?"
"The reason she's with Red...you messed her up, sent her to the birds now."
"I wasn't the last one to sleep with her," Angel pointed out, smirking.
Spike opened his mouth to reply, then shut it when nothing came out. Angel turned back to the window of the plane and looked out into the night. They couldn't get to Rome fast enough. As he stared into the darkness, he replayed the scene back at Wolfram & Hart that brought he and his grandchilde on this trip.....
{"Um, boss?" Harmony's voice echoed from the intercom.
"Yes, Harmony?"
"There's someone here to see you."
"Do they have an appointment?" he asked, not looking up from his GameBoy.
"Um, no, but she says it's really important...and that she's an old friend of Buffy's."
That got his attention. "Send her in." He put the game in his top drawer and got up from his chair, moving in front of his desk.
The door opened and a pretty blonde stepped inside. He smiled and offered his hand as they met in the middle of the room.
"Hi, I'm Angel."
She returned the smile with one of her own. "Hi, I'm Tara, nice to meet you...I've heard so much about you."
"You know Buffy?"
He gestured to the chair and sofa and she took a seat in the chair.
"Knew Buffy...and Giles and Xander...and Willow."
He noticed a sadness in her voice at the mention of Willow's name and it hit him...who she was.
"Tara...you're Willow's girlfriend...wait, aren't you-"
"Dead, yes, I am...I'm just here to deliver a message from the PTB."
"Oh...ok...sorry, it's just...I've heard about you, too..." The smile returned to his face. "It's an honour to get to meet you."
A small blush played across her face and she smiled the shyest smile he'd ever seen.
"Thanks, you, too...you're kind of a legend...Willow, she always talked about you."
It was his turn to blush. "You too...when she was here...not too long ago, actually...she helped me out of a, bad situation."
"I know...I kinda see everything from up there. Which is why I'm here. Someone close to you, isn't your friend."
"What?"
"One of your, associates...employees, they're working for the other side...playing you."
"Who?"
"That part they didn't tell me...but they did give me this to give you."
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small vial, handing it to him.
"Chanel no.5? Is this a joke?"
"No, sorry, that's all they gave me...good luck." She started to stand, stopping when the door flew open.
"Bloody sodding hell, ya bleedin' poof! You know I like drivin' the Must-Tara?"
She stood and smiled.
"Hi, Spike."
"Bloody hell." He looked at Angel. "She's dead."
"She's delivering a message, from the PTB."
He turned to Tara, cocking a brow towards his fellow vampire.
"No, it's not him," she said, smiling. "That much I know...he's one of the good guys."
"Bloody right I am...what's goin' on here? Someone steal your hair gel?"
"There's a traitor, someone whose playing us...claims to be a friend." He handed Spike the Chanel. "This is a clue."
"Harmony."
"What?"
"Harmony, she wears this...too bad." He sniffed the vial. "Right nice stuff this is."
"Well then, I guess mystery solved," Tara said, stepping to Spike and hugging him gently. "You look good."
He hugged her back, smiling big.
"You too, pet...bloody hell, can't ya come back for good? Red needs ya somethin' awful...carryin' on with that annoying little pissant of a slayer."He let her go and frowned. "Sorry, luv, didn't mean to be insensitive."
She placed a gentle hand on his cheek. "It's ok, I know all about Kennedy..but not to worry, now that Willow's with Buffy, she'll be just fine."
"Oh well," he replied. "That's-what?"
She smiled sheepishly, as both their voices echoed on the, what?
"Guess you guys didn't know...oh boy."}
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*SPANK*
"Oh! 6," Willow moaned.
*SPANKSPANKSPANK*
"7...*wince*...8...mmm9..."
*SPANK*
"Mmmmm10....."
"I love spanking this naughty little witch ass."
*SPANKSPANK*
"Especially in the shower."
*SPANKSPANK*
"When it's all nice and wet."
*SPANK*
Buffy slipped two fingers between Willow's thighs and stroked gently. Willow moaned against the tile wall, her body trembling, aching, needing her slayer's touch.
"Buffy, please," she whimpered.
Buffy grinned even more evilly and leaned to Willow's ear, licking the lobe slowly.
"Please, what, witch?"
She slipped the tips of her fingers in fast and pulled them out, elliciting an even louder whimper from the redhead.
"Why do you always makemmmmmmmme say it?"
"Because I love naughty Willow talk."
*SPANK*
"Gives me a reason to spank this sweet little ass."
*SPANKSPANK*
"Not that I need one, do I, sweetie?"
*SPANK*
Willow shook her head. "No, no reason needed...please, Buffy."
The slayer pressed her harder against the wall, making sure plenty of friction met her witch's pert little nipples, while stroking again.
"Not til' ya say it, Will," she sang, licking Willow's lobe again.
"Please fuck me, Buffy! Hard, rough, everywhere!"
Buffy felt her own juices heat up even more and brushed her lips over Willow's ear.
"Everywhere, hmmm, can ya be more specific, witch?"
She pinched gently and Willow groaned with frustration and need.
"Buffy."
"Willow."
*SPANK*
"OwMmmmmmmmpleasefuckmeeverywheremyfrontmybackeverywhere!!!!!"
Buffy choked back a laugh. Her Willow was THEE most adorable thing GOD ever created. How had she been so damn blind for so damn long?
"Almost, witch, but you know what I wanna hear." Once again, she slipped her fingertips inside only to pull the out quickly. "Tell me, witch."
*SPANKSPANK*
"Tell me exactly where you want my cock."
*SPANK*
"MmmmmmmminmykittyandmyasspleaseBuffy!!!!!!!!!"
This time, Buffy did giggle. No matter how naughty Willow got, kitty was the best she could get from her as far as THAT was concerned.
"That's my good little witch."
Buffy pulled away just long enough to grab the strap on from the counter. Slipping it on, she pressed against Willow, the faux cock rubbing the heat between her thighs. Willow's moan made her shiver and she leaned in, covering her witch's neck and shoulders in soft kisses.
"I love you, Will."
"Mmmmm, I so love you, Buffy."
She pushed gently back against her slayer and Buffy placed her hands on Willow's hips, sliding into her lover, her mate, her everything, gently.
"Oh goddessssssssssssss, mmmmmmmmm, baby yessssssss....."
Buffy started slow, tenderly thrusting in and out.
"Gonna make love to you first, Will..." She leaned into her ear. "Then I'm gonna fuck you so hard you can't move for days."
Willow growled and pushed back, her body now in perfect sync with Buffy's. They moved as one, the slayer and her witch, poetry in motion...gentle, graceful...soft moans and breathless whispers the music to their dance.
"So, so love you, baby," Willow breathed, reaching back for Buffy's hand.
"So love you, my love," Buffy replied, taking it, holding it as if it were the most important thing in the world...which, the slayer knew without a doubt, it was.
"Oh, mmmm, uhhuh..."
Buffy smiled and began thrusting faster, recognizing her lover's sounds, the clenching of that sweet body as it clamped harder down onto the toy.
Placing her lips on her witch's ear, Buffy whispered..."Cum for me, my goddess."
Not that the touching or spanking or, well, actual love making wasn't enough to send her over the edge on it's own, because, it was! But hearing Buffy's soft, whispered,"Cum for me," did things to her no amount of touching could ever do.
"BuffyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyohgoddessssssssssssIloveyouuuuuuuuuuuuuuubabyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Buffy kissed her neck, her arms wrapping around Willow as the redhead shook gently with her release.
"I love you, Willow, you're my life."
Willow murmured happy I love yous, making the slayer smile. She held her witch, under the warm water, tightly in her slayer arms, until Willow came down and pushed back against her.
"Want something, witch?" Buffy teased, cocking a brow as she eased gently out and pressed her cock against Willow's bottom.
Willow looked over her shoulder, a smirk only she could pull off on her lips.
"Your big cock, slayer...in my ass."
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"Bloody hell, I want it!"
"Get your own, there are plenty in back."
"I want that one...it's a pretty bottle."
Angel vamped and growled at Spike, who quickly got up and made his way to the bar in the back.
"Soddin' ponce...bloody poof...selfish bastard is what you are...hoggin' the bleedin' vodka."
He grabbed the bottle from under the bar and took the cap off, taking a big drink.
"Oh Mandy...you came and you gave without taking..."
Spike's brow shot up and he turned towards Angel. The elder vampire had a headset on and was blissfully singing away with Manilow. Spike shook his head and took another drink.
"Oh yeah, it's his fault she's with Red...he probably sang to her."
"And I need you today, oh Mandy..."
Spike drank faster.
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"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmyes, YES!!!!!!!!!"
"My naughty little witch like that?"
"Oh goddessYES!!!!!!!!!"
Willow pushed back hard as Buffy pounded her ass. They had made love...and it was perfect...gentle, sweet, earth shattering. Now, they were fucking...there was no other word for it...raw, untamed, things getting broken in the room, fucking.
Buffy had kept her word...first making love to Willow twice...to both her kitty and her ass...then, the slayer had turned off the cold water, all of the hot having been long gone, lifted Willow out of the shower and bent her over the counter, still dripping wet. She wasted no time getting started with the fucking, slamming into Willow hard and fast, grabbing a fistful of red hair and taking what was hers.
Willow loved Buffy...loved every part of Buffy, including the slayer...not the one who staked vampires and fought demons. No, there was so much more to the slayer than that and once they had gotten together...thank you, Kennedy, Buffy had finally let that part out. Buffy made love to Willow. The slayer fucked her...the slayer took her, claimed her, rode her til' she couldn't move.
Willow loved the slayer as much as she loved Buffy.
"Who do you belong to, witch?" Buffy growled, roughly tugging red hair as she slammed into Willow's ass.
"YOU! Ohgoddessssssssyou!!!!!!!!!!!Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, Buffy, slayer, OH GODDESS!!!!!!!!!!!"
"MINE!!!!!!! So damn tight, mmmmmmmmmmMINE!!!!!!!!!!!"
Willow was ready to explode...again...her body slamming back to meet each and every move of her slayer's, her fingers gripping the counter, her knuckles white, eyes closed tightly.
"Yours, goddess only yours, forever yoursssssssssss always uh huh yoursssssssssssss....."
Buffy smiled...it was time. Leaning in, she pressed her lips to Willow's ear.
"Cum for me, witch."
And quickly, she moved her mouth to Willow's shoulder and sank her teeth in, marking the redhead as hers...again.
"BUFFYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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"I wanted to drive."
"Too bad, you're drunk."
Angel scowled at Spike. "I'm not drunk."
Spike slipped behind the steering wheel and frowned. "Oh, well, you were singin' Manilow, so I thought ya were."
Grinning, he turned the key and reved the engine.
"Try to get us there before sunrise...which is in..." He looked at his watch. "20 minutes."
Spike looked at him. "Not a problem, mate." And sped out of the parking lot.
"Oh shit," Angel groaned, closing his eyes, his stomach flipping over.
Spike grinned and drove faster.
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"You ok, sweetie? I wasn't too rough, was I?"
Willow opened her eyes and smiled. "Oh, we're in the bed now...and no, never too rough."
She pulled Buffy to her and kissed her softly.
"You sorta, did the, passing out thing again...so I carried you here...you sure you're ok?"
"I'm fine...you know, I just do that 'cause I like being slayer carried."
Buffy grinned. "Wouldn't surprise me, you naughty little thing."
Willow sat up on her hip. "I'm completely innocent, I'll have you...Buffy, what is it? What's wrong?"
"Oh Will, oh gawd, I'm so sorry." She reached out, gently tracing the various bruises that decorated her witch's body.
Willow took her hand and held it tenderly, her eyes on Buffy's.
"We've been through this, baby...you didn't hurt me...we play a little rough sometimes...I like it...no, I love it...I love when my slayer takes me...you never hurt me, Buffy, never." She rolled over and winced out loud. "Ow."
Buffy's eyes widened. "I spanked you too hard!"
"No, no you didn't and if you don't stop, I'm gonna spank you...magick hard." She took Buffy's face in her hands. "I love everything you do to me...Buffy, the slayer, everything." She kissed her. "I love you, Buffy."
"I love you, Will...and I never wanna hurt you, ever...I'm not-"
"I know you're not, ok, never a question. Now, how about I show you just how much I love you, slayer." She grinned wickedly.
"No, how about I put some lotion on that poor butt and cuddle you good and hard."
"Buffy, I wanna-"
"Willow, let me take care of you for a change, ok? Please?"
Willow smiled. "You always take care of me, Buffy."
"And I always will...I want you to rest, because later today I am taking you shopping and to lunch at the pizzaria in the village."
She placed a little kiss on Willow's nose, then got up to get the mango lotion.
*RINGRING*
"Who the hell is that at...5:03 in the am?"
"Andrew...who else."
"On your tummy, I'll get rid of him...I swear, if this is about the market not carrying Hot Pockets again, I'm gonna slay him," Buffy groaned, slipping her robe on and going into the other room.
Willow giggled and got comfy on her tummy.
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"Shut up."
"Bloody hell, I know you can smell it...I'm chokin' on it."
"Spike, I mean it."
"Not sayin' it smells bad, mind you...it's rather nice, I admit...slayer/witch sex is one of the better smellin' things in life."
"SPIKE!" Angel growled, vamp on.
"Ok Andy, this better be-Angel...Spike...Angelus! You're evil again!" Buffy slammed the door shut and tried not to panic.
On the other side of the door, a completely confused Angel turned to Spike, who motioned to his face.
"Oh, crap." He lost his vamp and rang the bell again. "Buffy, I'm not Angelus, I'm sorry, I was yelling at Spike and, well, that happenes sometimes when I yell at Spike." He frowned. "How come everyone always thinks I'm evil?"
"I don't think you're evil...I think you're a poofy nancy boy."
Buffy heard him and laughed, all panic now gone.
"Why don't you spend the day at the beach, Spike, they have a really nice one not far from here."
"Go suck your blow dryer."
"Hey, I don't blow dry, ok, this is natural, I don't have to blow dry...Billy!"
This time, it was Spike who vamped. "He stole that look from me!"
"So you say."
"He bloody well did!"
They went back and forth, unaware that the door was open again and a very amused slayer and her witch were watching them.
"Ahem...if you came all this way to entertain us, on behalf of Will, I say thank you, it worked."
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Angel paced the room.
"Bloody hell, ya ponce, sit your poofy arse down."
"I agree with Spike." Willow furrowed a brow as she came into the room with two mugs of blood. "Goddess, did I just say that?"
Buffy giggled from behind her, taking the tray and stetting it on the coffee table.
"Yep...and so don't think I'm gonna ever let you forget it."
She took a seat in the overstuffed chair, pulling her witch carefully into her lap, arms wrapping possessively around her.
"Bloody hell, slayer, it's not like we're gonna witch nap the bird...let her breathe for hell's sake," Spike groaned, grabbing a mug and vamping to drink.
"Buffy, have you thought about this?" Angel asked, finally taking a seat next to Spike on the sofa.
"Hmmm, thought about if I really wanna spend my life with thee most beautiful, intellegent, amazing, sweetest woman in the world? Gotta say DUH, Angel." She placed a soft kiss on the giggling Willow's cheek. "I don't get this...I mean, you've always wanted me happy...so you say...was that a lie?"
He looked offended. "Buffy, I'm offended...of course I want you happy...you know that. It's just, well, the cookie dough speech...this isn't exactly what I was expecting."
The slayer cocked a brow and smiled. "Oh, I get it...allow me to educate you, sweetie...girls, like cookies, too."
"Especially Faith, " Willow noted. "She's a regular cookie whore."
Spike choked on his blood. "The bloody other slayer is...with the two of you...bloody hell."
Buffy made a face. "Um, NO...hello, I want one person here, one witch...MY witch." She smiled.
"SO NO!" Willow's eyes widened. "I meant, cookies, the kind that, you know, ya get at the store....oreos, oatmeal raisin, the little vanilly wafers...she can put a whole box of those away without blinking."
Buffy giggled at her mate's babble and kissed her again, this time on the lips.
"She betrayed you once, slayer! What stops her from doing it again!?"
Slayer/witch lips seperated and Buffy looked at Spike.
"It was Pictionary, Spike."
"And I didn't betray her...I merely pointed out that Anya had drawn a teddy bear and not..."
Willow looked at her slayer and offered up an apologetic smile. "Giles."
"Hey," Buffy quickly quipped." He was wearing glasses."
"Those were eyes, sweetie, we call them eyes," Willow soothed, stroking blonde hair.
Buffy pouted. "Looked like glasses to me."
"Maybe, but there wasn't a bubble above his head saying, dear lord, baby." She kissed the pouty lips, eliciting a groan from Angel and a purr from Spike.
"Are you purring?" the elder vampire inquired, cocking a brow.
"I don't bloody purr, only girls and poofs purr," Spike replied, grabbing the second mug of blood and drinking it down.
"Hey, that was mine!"
Spike looked at the mug as he swallowed. "Don't see poof or ponce written anywhere on it."
Angel vamped and growled. Spike dropped the empty mug to the floor and placed a heavy black boot on top of it.
"Oops, clumsy me, I seem to have smashed it."
Angel grabbed him by the collar.
"If they stay, baby, we can get rid of cable," Willow mused, laying her head against Buffy.
"Definately more entertaining," the slayer agreed.
Angel started to speak but was cut off by the ringing of the phone.
"Doesn't anybody sleep around here?" Buffy baulked, reaching over and answering it. "This so better be important. Kennedy?"
Willow furrowed a brow. She really wasn't in the mood for her former. The break up had been somewhat civil, despite the young slayer's nasty remarks and Buffy's insistent reminding hoer how hard it is to say such words with a wired shut jaw, but the witch still got nervous when her ex was around. Buffy wrote it up as Willow's being so sensitive, too sweet, worrying about Kennedy's feelings. If the slayer only knew that the junior slayer had, on more than one occasion, smacked her around ...well, Willow didn't even want to think what Buffy would do.
"Look, Kenn, unless there is some big bad dem-what? Ok, repeat that, please, because I know I didn't just hear what I think I heard..."
Willow nervously played with Buffy's shirt. Spike looked at Angel, brow raised as the elder vampire did the same to him. They both smelled it...fear.
"Ok, ok, tell Giles to hold up on the stroke, we'll be there...yeah, good morning to you, too, Kennedy." Buffy's sarcasm rang through the air and she hung up, a scowl on her face. "I so don't like her."
Willow forced a smile. "What's got our dear mr. Giles in his latest stroke mode?"
"Someone wants to meet us...tomorrow night," Buffy said, still unable to grasp what she'd been told.
"Who?" Willow asked.
Buffy looked at her. "The Pope."
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The Pope...he wanted to meet them...the slayers...thee slayer...he want ed to meet them, to thank them and bless them in their fight against evil.
Wow.
"Buffy?"
The slayer looked up from her cereal at Angel and Spike.
"Look, ok, let's end this right now. I am with Will and that's so where I'm staying. You two have a problem with that, tough. Go find some damsel in distress and fight over who gets to save her, get drunk of your asses and beat each other up or, shag each other's brains out, I don't care."
"EW!" Spike gasped.
"As if!" Angel exclaimed.
Buffy rolled her eyes. "Right, ok, silly me...I'll just join the, let's pretend it never happened, game...and I'll forget everything I saw when I died a few years ago."
"What do ya mean, what you saw?" Angel said.
"Please, slayer dies, life flashes before her eyes, blahblahblah...I saw things...I was, as they say in Dawnie's contemporary socialogy class...enlightened." A big smile spread over her lips.
"There are a few perks to dying...you get one great movie...better than anything ya can find down here."
Both vampires turned the color of Willow's hair. Spike cleared his throat while Angel became really interested in the Frosted Flakes box.
"Really...bubble baths? You poofs you." Buffy giggled and went back to her breakfast.
They looked at each other, then reemembered why they had come into the kitchen and shook off the red faces.
"Buffy, we wanna talk to you about Kennedy," Angel quietly said, sitting down at the table.
"What about the little bitc-slayer?" she replied, all giggles and smiles gone.
Spike looked at Angel as he too, sat down and then back to Buffy.
"What exactly did Red tell you about their relationship?"
Buffy frowned. "I didn't really want details, not that I needed them. You lived there, you know how thin the walls are." Both vampires noticed the now balled fists of the slayer. "Why?" she added.
Spike looked to Angel, who frowned.
"Oh, throw me to the lions, thanks."
"You're the senior vamp here, mate, just showin' respect."
"You wouldn't know respect if Areatha Franklin shoved it down your throat."
"Listen here, ya po-"
"ENOUGH! Now tell me what the hell is going on or I will throw you both out into the morning sun." Buffy eyed them hard. "Why are you asking me about Kennedy?"
Angel nodded. "We think she hurt Willow."
Buffy's brows went up. "What? When? How do you know? Did Will tell you something?"
"Breathe, pet, Red didn't say a word...we smelled it."
Angel clarified for her. "When Willow knew it was Kennedy on the phone, her scent, it changed...to fear."
Buffy felt her heart trying to jump from her throat.
"Excuse me." She got up and hurried into the bedroom.
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"Hey, baby, how's this look? Fit for a day of shopping and flirty witchy/slayery yummy fun?" Willow giggled as she twirled, for inspection.
"You look beautiful, sweetie." Buffy smiled and took her hand, leading her to the bed. "Will, I need to ask you something, ok?"
She sat down and Willow sat, carefully, next to her.
"Sure, baby, what's wrong?" She brushed a few strands of blonde from Buffy's face, worried at the serious she saw there.
"I need to answer honestly, ok? Don't worry about how I'll react, I want the truth, Will, ok?"
Willow nodded. "Of course, Buffy, I would never lie to you."
Buffy smiled again. "I know, honey...Will, has Kennedy ever hurt you, in any way, ever?"
The look on her lover's face was all the answer Buffy needed. Kissing Willow softly, she got up from the bed.
"I'll be back in a little bit, sweetie, make sure the vamp boys don't kill each other, ok?"
Willow jumped up and followed her out to the living room.
"Buffy! Buffy, wait! Please, don't do anything crazy! Baby!"
The slayer grabbed her keys from the hall table and kissed Willow again, hard, looking her in the eye.
"No worries." And with that said, Buffy left.
"No, no worries at all," Willow sighed sarcastically and retreated to the kitchen for some comfort food.
Finding Spike and Angel chowing down at the table, she frowned.
"There so better be pop tarts left."
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Kennedy winced as she suddenly found herself against the hall wall, an extremely angry Buffy glaring at her.
"What the hell?" she gasped, a bit pissed off herself.
"Buffy, dear lord, what is-"
"She hurt her, Giles," Buffy cut him off, her eyes never leaving the younger slayer.
Giles furrowed a brow. "Hurt who, Buffy?"
"Willow...she hurt Willow...I wanna know how." Her fingers found Kennedy's throat. "Talk...or I squeeze."
Kennedy swallowed hard. "She's lying...I never hurt her...she's lying!"
"Buffy," Giles began, now more than a little concerned for Kennedy's life.
"She never said a word...she knew if I knew, I'd kill you...Willow's like that, caring about you even tho' you so don't deserve it." She slammed her into the wall again.
"Buffy, please, allow me to handle this....and I shall, I assure you," Giles pleaded.
"What did you do to her?" *SLAM* "TELL ME!" *SLAM*
Kennedy cried out and began talking, confessing the various times she had been less than kind to Willow, making excuses for each and every incident...she was tired, she was aggravated with Andrew, the First had her freaked beyond control. Buffy listened, her eyes burning into Kennedy, her fingers tight on the young slayer's arms.
Giles removed his glass, but no temple rubbing took place. No, his eyes burned right with his slayer's, into the dark haired girl and when she finally shut up, he returned them to his face.
"Buffy, go home to Willow."
Buffy took a step back, then let loose on Kennedy, fists flying fast and hard and within' seconds, the dark haired slayer was a bleeding heap on the foyer floor. Buffy knelt down next to her, grabbed a handful of dark hair, jerked her up and looked her in the eye.
"The only reason you're still breathing, is because of Willow."
Dropping her back to the floor, Buffy stood, turned and left. Giles turned to the small crowd of slayers that had formed in the hallway and sent them to their rooms, except for Rona, whom he kindly asked to get Kennedy back to her room.
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"Did ya kill her? Please say ya didn't kill her."
Buffy took her witch's face in her hands, smiled and kissed her softly.
"No killing...and no more being afraid, ok? She will never touch you again, Will, I promise you."
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Buffy...I didn't wa-"
Buffy cut her off with another kiss. "No sorry...it's over and done and no more secrets, ok? Promise me, anyone ever hurts you or tries to or, just, gives you non-nice looks, you will tell me."
Willow saluted.
"I promise, oh one who slays."
Buffy kissed her again. "Now, because you didn't tell me, I suppose I will have to spank you...once this sweet little ass isn't quite so tender."
She gently squeezed and Willow moaned.
"Bloody hell, don't you two ever stop? Some of us are tryin' to sleep here."
Buffy looked over Willow's shoulder to the sofa, where Spike lay.
"Why aren't you sleeping in the bedroom?" she asked.
"Angel's in there," Willow replied. "They don't play well together, as you well know."
She smiled and Buffy giggled, eyeing the blonde vampire with a smirk.
"Don't you two birds have somewhere to be?" he cracked.
"Actually, we do," Buffy purred, grabbing Willow's jacket from the closet and slipping it on her. "We will be gone all day...don't mess the place up...oh and Spike, clean up the broken mug."
He waited until her back was turned, then stuck his tongue out at her.
I saw that, " Buffy clepped, opening the door to find a man and a woman on the other side. A rather famous man and woman.
"You're him...and...and her!" Willow exclaimed, pulling on Buffy's arm. "It's them!"
The slayer smiled nervously. "I see that, sweetie...can I have my arm back, please?"
Willow let go but kept smiling.
"Hi," the man began, smiling a million dollar smile. "I'm Tom and this is my fiance, Katie...we need your help..."
The End