After The Fall
by wolfkin
Chapter 1
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Title: After The Fall
By: Wolfkin
corinwolfkin@yahoo.com
Rating: PG to NC-17
Disclaimer: All of the materials borrowed from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel belong to Joss Whedon and to the entities and companies associated with their creation. I have borrowed them for creative and entertainment purposes only. No compensation has been or ever shall be received for the writing below. No copyright infringement is intended.
Spoilers: Show's been off the air since May of 2003. Can they still be considered spoilers?
Author's Notes: I have kept to the BtVS/Angel canon to the end of Chosen and up through the end of Angel's fourth season. After that, It's my little world!
Acknowledgments: To Willowfan and Limewater. The former is my long time friend and co-writer and beta, while the latter thought up the challenge that inspired this story. Enjoy ladies! :)
Pairing: Various (Don't wanna give it away)
Feedback: Yes, please. Any type you wanna send. Can't fix what I don't know is broken, right? Besides, you ever meet a fanfic writer who *doesn't* want all the feedback they can lay their grubby paws on, shoot'em and burn the body. They weren't human anyway! ;)
Summary: Post-Chosen. What do you do when you've got your own little army, but no where to stay? Yet another answer to the gang's question at the end of Chosen.
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Chapter 1
Rupert Giles trooped back onto the bus, a handful of keycards in one hand. "All right, girls. There are enough rooms for everyone, although we are going to have to double up, I'm afraid. Everyone please choose a room mate and I'll give you a pair of cards for a room, alright?" Reaching down, he picked up the small travel bag of things he'd picked up when the busload of survivors had stopped at that oversized department store after dropping the wounded at a nearby hospital.
Stepping off the bus, he sat the bag down at his feet again, then slipped three solitary cards into his pocket. When the Watcher had arranged for the more than a dozen rooms they needed, he made a couple of fast decisions and made five of them single rooms, with the rest doubles. Circumstances being what they were, each of the males got their own room, although in Andrew's case, it was simply that he couldn't bear to inflict the young man on anyone else. [Although,] he mused, a Ripperish smirk crossing his face, [if Spike had survived...]
Shaking his head slightly to dispel such thoughts, he smiled as Willow and Kennedy stepped off the bus first, the couple's meager belongings in the Slayer's hand. He extended the first of the plastic cards to the redhead. "Here you are my dear. I took the liberty of getting you both a single, somewhat away from the others. I thought a spot of privacy, for a change..." He carefully didn't laugh at Willow's embarrassed blush or Kennedy's knowing smirk.
He didn't often tease his children, as he considered them, in this manner, but sometimes, a little bit of Ripper just had to come out to play. He smiled benignly at Willow's mumbled, "Thanks Giles," as she snatched the card from his hand and dragged Kennedy into the hotel.
At a snickering sound, he turned to see Faith stepping down from their purloined transport, laughing softly at what she'd seen. "Good one, G-man! They can be a little loud, can't they?" She didn't wait for him to respond. Instead, she just shook her head, grinning sardonically. "Never woulda figured Red for a screamer, though."
With a sigh of long suffering, the Watcher admonished the brunette, "Faith, please don't call me that."
"You don't seem to mind when Xander does," She pointed out, her expression blank, though Giles thought he could detect the hurt in her eyes and voice at his rebuke. "Guess since it's me..."
"Actually, I do," he gently corrected, interrupting her. "And despite my objections and admonishments, he occasionally continues to refer to me by that name. Please don't encourage him, all right?"
The dark Slayer shrugged. "Sure, whatever. Did a quick head count and we've got an odd number. I'll take the solo room, okay? Real tired of room mates these days."
Giles smiles gently, paternally and lays one hand on her shoulder, ignoring her comment for a moment. "Faith, I know I haven't said it before now, but you've done an excellent job since you returned. Both as a leader in your own right and as Buffy's second, once she was thinking clearly again. I'm quite proud of the way you've turned your life around, the way you've become an exemplary Slayer and leader, not to mention an honorable young woman. I hope you'll consider staying with us, help us rebuild the council and fight our foes."
The Bostonian fought the embarrassed flush that tried to spread across her face. She was completely unprepared for the feelings that rippled through her at Giles' words of praise and trust. She tried to retreat to her usual unaffected shell, but the gruffness of her voice betrayed the inner turmoil the Watcher's words had started. "Yeah, uh, thanks. I'll think about it. Listen, you got that room key? Wicked tired and wanna sleep, y'know?"
Giles held up a key card. "I thought you might want some time alone, so you have one of the single rooms. Near mine, if you wish to talk."
Her eyes flashing a little, the brunette snatches the piece of plastic from the older man's hand. "Near your room, huh? Keeping an eye on me? Seeing if I go nuts again, that it?" Baring her teeth in an angry snarl, she turns to stalk off when the Watcher's hand on her shoulder stops her. With a furious shake of her shoulder, she flicks it off.
Undeterred, Giles once more reaches out to the angry Slayer, this time gently grasping her right arm above the elbow, again stopping her retreat. He ignores her hard look, instead steering her away from the others a little. "Faith, first of all, I have no intention of monitoring your activities any more than I will Buffy's or Xander's or any of our group that's of legal age. Quite the opposite, in fact, since I'll be relying on you, Buffy and Kennedy, as the only three Slayers over eighteen, to help me watch over the younger girls."
Seeing her expression softly, just a little, he presses on. "Secondly, my offer of being available should you wish to talk about anything troubling you wasn't made because I don't trust you. That isn't an issue any longer. I believe that you are honestly trying your best to make restitution for your past and I'm quite pleased and proud of the progress you've made so far. No, the offer was made solely because I know you've spoken to Angel in the past when you've had difficulties. As he's not available currently, I thought I could... 'stand in' for him, that's all."
This time, Faith's cheeks darken as she blushes, both at the Englishman's words of praise and encouragement and his gesture that he actually cares that she's okay. "Uh, yeah. Thanks G-M - I mean Giles. 'Ppreciate it, but me and Fang, we kinda got things in common, y'know? Makes talking to anyone else wicked hard. 'Sides, I'm good." She smiles, though the Watcher can tell it's a bit forced.
Catching her eye, Giles refuses to let her escape yet. "May I assume that the 'things in common' you're referring to is the fact that you've both taken human lives?" He asks gently, understanding that the young woman doesn't really like to speak of it. She just looks down and nods a little. "I thought as much. Well, Angel isn't the only one with which you have that common frame of reference. There are others within our little band with whom you could speak. Commiserate, if you will."
Faith snorts a harsh, bitter laugh, but still doesn't look at the Watcher. "No thanks. Red and me kinda get along now, but reminding her that I tried to kill her a couple times might change that. Not really wanting the world's most powerful witch pissed at me right now."
Giles extends a hand and, with a finger under Faith's chin, gently lifts her head until he can see her eyes. "Faith, I wasn't speaking of Willow."
She stares back at him, confused for a moment, then her eyes clear and widen. "You?!" She hisses incredulously. "But... But... How? When?"
Giles waves her to silence. "That can wait. Like yourself, I'm reluctant to speak of it, unless I must, but I will, if you wish to know. I would ask that that conversation be conducted in private, though, if you don't mind." He gives her a small smile to take any possible harshness from his words.
The dark Slayer finds herself smiling in response. "Yeah, sure. I get that." She starts to walk away, then turns back to the older man. "Hey G! Sorry 'bout that shit I gave you. And... thanks for..." she shrugs uncomfortably.
Giles just smiles softly. "You quite welcome my dear. And think nothing of the other thing. It's forgotten. Now, why don't you go and freshen up for dinner? You must be desperate for a shower and clean clothes."
"Oh yeah! Feel like I crawled through every low rent dive in SunnyD." She smiles sardonically and winks at the watcher. "Later, G-Man! Giles!" She corrects as he frowns and opens his mouth to chasten her. "I meant Giles!" Laughing, she turns and dashes inside.
Giles hangs his head and shakes it theatrically, even as he attempts to hide his smile. Sighing and muttering about, "Bloody Slayers," he turns back to the gathering girls and starts assigning rooms again.
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Kennedy watches as Willow collapses across the bed in their room, then smiles as the witch gives her a little, "Aren't you joining me?" pout. She sets the two bags down on the low table near the door and, her eyes never leaving the redhead, her smile turning hungry. She stalks toward her girlfriend, looking every inch the predator she is now. She's never felt like this before, this desire, this *need* to be with someone. It's nearly all consuming suddenly and all she can think of is getting Willow naked right now and the two of them exhausting each other.
Willow feigns terror, throwing her hands up playfully, all the while smiling at the brunette. "Oh no! What am I gonna do? The mighty vampire Slayer is coming after me! What *ever* shall I do?" The redhead giggles and shrieks as Kennedy dives toward her, trying to roll away, but the younger woman grabs her and pins her to the mattress.
Smiling down at her girl, Kennedy looks at her her flushed, excited face, her shining green eyes, her chest heaving as the witch breathes quickly and her already dark eyes darken even more as her pupils dilate in desire. Lunging forward with a sub-audible growl , the new Slayer captures Willow's lips in a kiss that goes straight to searing. In their excited state, oxygen quickly becomes a problem, so the deep searching kiss becomes a series of hungry ones as Kennedy continues her assault.
Pulling herself back from Willow's lips, Kennedy attacks her girl's throat, licking, kissing, biting at the flesh, first one side then the other. Willow throws her head back, panting for air, a little trickle of fear coursing through her. She's not sure what's come over Kennedy. The brunette has never been this aggressive, this... needing before and she's confused, even as she enjoys the sensations the younger woman is producing in her. in the small corner of her mind not consumed by lusty thoughts, the redhead tries to analyze what's going on, searching through her memories of seven years of dealing with the supernatural, looking for an answer to Kennedy's onslaught.
Finally, through the more than welcome distractions, a memory fragment surfaces. The Scoobies, all much younger, sitting together as Faith smirks at them and asks Buffy, "Isn't it weird how Slaying always makes you hungry and horny?"
Her eyes open wide for a second, then slam closed with a groan of pure lust as Kennedy sucks her left ear lobe between her lips and sucks hard and nips at the dangling bit of flesh. "Th-that's what this is!" She manages to think. "This - this is what F-F-Faith was talking about!" Her rational mind completely shuts down as the Slayer releases her ear and moves to bite and suckle at the redheaded witch's throat. Willow gasps and arches a little as she feels Kennedy mark her, the girl's actions producing a dark bruise on alabaster skin.
Kennedy isn't thinking about anything but satisfying this need coursing through her. Raising herself off Willow a little , she grabs the hem of her girl's tee shirt and raises it up, allowing her hands to slip under. Immediately, she begins to fondle and massage the redhead's breasts, eliciting an inarticulate cry as Willow arches into her touch. She continues to manipulate her girl's breasts, her fingers brushing across hardening nipples as well, with one hand, while the other snakes under Willow and, with a snap, the witch's bra is lying loosely on her skin.
Willow moans deep in her throat, a sound that turns to a hissed, "Yes! Like that baby! Yes! Yes!" She feels Kennedy bring her left hand back to her chest, then savors the sensation of the brunette tweaking and pulling at her engorged nipples. Unable to resist any longer, the fevered witch pulls her girl's face back up and recaptures Kennedy's lips for a series of bruisingly hard kisses. Pulling back a little, the witch repeats what her girl did to her only moments ago, licking kissing and nibbling her way up Kennedy's throat, heading for the girl's ear.
In her mind's sex-addled state, it takes a moment for the taste Willow finds there to register, but when it does, she involuntarily recoils, making a disgusted face. Shaking her head a little, trying to jumpstart her brain, Willow stops her teasing strokes of Kennedy's back and starts trying to push the new Slayer away.
"Kennedy. Sweetie, stop. Wait. Kennedy! Stop for a second!"
The words finally get through the younger woman's lust clouded brain and she pulls away, confused, thinking she's done something wrong. "Wh-" She shakes her head, trying to clear her thoughts a little. "What's wrong, are you okay? Did I hurt you?" A little of the desire in her chocolate eyes is replaced by concern.
Willow smiles at her and reaches up to stroke her girl's face. Kennedy leans into the touch like a cat, nuzzling the hand for a second before kissing the palm. Willow's smile gets brighter, some of the want returning to her eyes. "No, you didn't hurt me! Everything felt really good!" At her Slayer's confused look, she explains. "The only reason I said stop is because you really need a shower before we continue. You taste like cave dirt and vamp dust. Not so good for the lusty thoughts and actions!" She says wryly.
Kennedy flushes and moves to get off Willow and stand beside the bed. "Sure, baby. Sorry about the attack. I really don't know what happened, I just knew I had to have you right then." She smiles sardonically, her eyes locking with Willow's. "To be truthful, I *still* want that really bad, so..." She stops speaking as she hurriedly skins out of her clothing. In just a few seconds, she's standing in front of Willow, completely nude.
Willow stares open mouthed as her girl's beauty. At the curves in the right places, the toned musculature, the dusky skin. The brunette watches as the redhead's eyes turn a darker green and her pupils dilate even more. "Yummy," Willow breathes, suddenly realizing this is the first time she's seen Kennedy completely naked with the lights on. Simultaneously, she find her throat is dry, but her mouth was begun to water. That bit of seeming contradiction dimly registers in her mind, but she's far too busy drinking in the sight of her girl to worry about it now.
Her eyes start back at the brunette's feet, following the lines up shapely calves to toned thighs. She bites back a groan as her eyes reach the neatly trimmed patch of dark hair at the apex of those perfect legs and sees something glistening wetly there. Tearing her eyes away, she continues up the flat stomach, fighting the desire to just grab the girl. Her gaze stops again when she reaches Kennedy's breasts, sucking in a breath as she memorizes them. They're no where near as big as Tara's were, but they fit perfectly on the Slayer's frame and Willow groans again, louder this time as she once more thinks that her girlfriend's nipples look like half melted Hershey Kisses. She finally reaches Kennedy's face and has to smile at the cocky grin she finds there.
"I was just thinking," Willow says, her voice low and husky, unable to tear her eyes away from the Slayer. "We should really be more environmentally aware, don't you think?"
A little confused, Kennedy asks, "Whadda'ya mean?"
"Water conservation," the redhead babbles. "We should shower together and save water."
Kennedy laughs a little at that, though she nods her agreement. "Oh yeah, that's makes sense. Always willing to do my part. And besides, that way I can wash your back for you and you can wash mine."
"Rather wash the front," Willow groans, still mesmerized by her Slayer's charms.
"Think that can be... arranged..." Kennedy stops speaking as Willow stands quickly, shedding her own clothing as rapidly as she herself had. Now it's the young brunette's turn to stand and stare as creamy, freckled skin is revealed. The Slayer feels her entire being start to vibrate with the force of her desire.
As the redhead's last article of clothing hits the bed, she can contain herself no longer. Lunging forward, Kennedy sweeps a surprised, squealing Willow into her arms, pulling her close even as she latches on to her girl's lips in a scorching kiss. Breaking the kiss only seconds later, the new Slayer picks up her girlfriend and almost runs into the bathroom, kicking the door shut with her foot.
Author's Note: There you guys go, chapter one. Yeah, I know this is a Buffy/Willow site. Patience. Gotta let Willow and Kennedy seperate before new pairings can happen, right?
Thanks to Willowfan for letting me bounce ideas off her and for beta reading. Now sure what I'd do without her! :)