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Summary: Kennedy and Faith do it. The end. Wha'evah.
Timeline: Season 7, after episode 13. Under the wishful
thinking that episode 14 never happened. There's no continuity. When'evah.
Series: One shot. You want more? Why you so demanding
and shih'? Wha'evah.
Pairing: Faith/Kennedy. You want another pairing? High
maintenance are ya? Wha'evah.
Rating: NC-17. You gonna complain about this too? Wha'evah.
Distribution: It
would be nice if ya asked, but Wha'evah.
Disclaimer: They ain't mine. Wha'evah.
Author's Note: I give NautiBitz
a mad crazy shout out, because she did one heck of a job beta-ing and
fixing up my haphazardly written smut, and really she helped shape the
non-sex meat of the story, whereas I just wanted to get straight to
the sloppy fucking. Let’s all give it up to NautiBitz, 'cause she's
the shiznit, yo! Shizzle her nizzle!!!
Feedback: Wha'evah. You like it, give me a
"Whut whut!"
and a "Whoo whoo!"
but if you hate it, then somebody hold my earrings because I'm gonna
BRING IT ON!
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With the din of whining Slayerettes reaching her ears from the living
room, Willow stretches to grab a box of crackers high on a kitchen cabinet
shelf. Her shirt rides up slightly, and she feels a hand on her exposed
skin.
She jumps, drops the crackers, and sees Kennedy there, smiling coquettishly.
"God!" Willow sputters, scandalized, "You keep.... touching
me... " she adds with a whisper, "in places!"
Amused, Kennedy says, "I can think of a lot better places than
that."
"You know that whole 'no rest for the wicked' thing?" Buffy
strides in with a sigh. "I demand a revision."
"Buffy!" Willow backs up from Kennedy nervously, relief evident
on her face. "Good thing you're here. You wanted to talk to me...
iiin private?"
Kennedy looks disappointedly at Willow and walks out of the doorway
muttering, "If that's the way you want it to be..."
Buffy turns to Willow teasingly, "Lover's spat?"
Defensively, Willow answers, "No! Not lovers! She's...! And I'm...not
going there. Besides... you know... still...." Her expression turns
somber.
Buffy puts a hand on her friend's shoulder, "I get it Will. You
need time."
"Yeah..."
"But," she exhales, "speaking of time, and someone who's
been doing it...we're running out."
"What? Who... Oh. That."
"Yeah." Buffy takes a deep breath and looks Willow in the
eye. "We need to get Faith."
* * *
Later that evening, Kennedy climbs down the stairs to the basement training
room. She releases a frustrated sigh.
Molly pops her head from around the punching bag and chirps, "Kennedy...
what's the matter?"
Rona tucks a stake into one of the many pockets in her pants and answers
snarkily, "She's bewitched."
"Don't. Even start." Kennedy begins to wrap some gauze around
her hands.
"Maybe you're going about it all wrong," Molly volunteers.
Kennedy barks, "Guys. Training, okay? Big bad? End topic. Now."
Rona pulls the stake out of her pants like it's a revolver in a bad
Western and drawls, "And we're the big bad Slayers."
"Potential slayers," Vi calls out.
A bold voice comes from the stairs, "Actually, I prefer 'fresh
meat'."
The four girls look up the stairs to see a dark haired girl in a tank
top and low slung jeans, with her hands on the stair railing and a big
grin on her face.
Buffy passes behind her and says, "Well troops. Here's a little
surprise for ya. Meet Faith.... the Slayer."
Rona drops her stake.
* * *
"Prison?" Rona repeats in disbelief, glancing at Faith.
"You broke her out of jail?"
"Well, she was almost done with her sentence," Buffy hedges.
"The point is, we need all the man power we can get right now.
And Faith is the active Slayer."
The slayerettes regard her with silent awe as she stands next to the
punching bag with her arms folded across her chest.
"Been a long time since I've had any action, though,"
Faith says, gazing directly at Kennedy, who suddenly looks a little
guilty as if something illicit just crossed her mind. "Haven't
dusted a vamp in years."
"Speaking of," Buffy adds, "Faith will now be taking
over your Slayer training sessions, and keeping an eye on you. This
will give me the opportunity to find out more on the First, and pull
together any other resources I can."
* * *
"I can't believe she left us with her...what if she's still,
you know, bad?" Vi whispers to Rona as they traipse through the
cemetery, a few paces behind Faith.
"Buffy probably just wants to get cozy with her own personal demon,"
Rona murmurs. "If you know what I mean."
"Shut up, guys," Kennedy snaps. "You don't know that.
And Faith paid for what she did. Why don't you give her a chance?"
"A chance to go psycho and kill us?"
"No, I see what's happening here, Vi. Our fickle friend here likes
the new girl..."
"What? I do not--"
"Get down!"
The three girls drop to the ground as Faith charges and round-house
kicks the vampire that stood behind them in the jaw.
Vi peeps in fear, holding onto her hat.
The vamp goes flying over their heads, falls on its back before them,
and Faith jumps on its shoulders and smiles at the girls. "So,
who wants to be the lucky--"
Suddenly, a long fence stake comes crashing down into the vampire's
heart.
Faith looks up at the staker. Kennedy brushes off her hands with a smile.
"Nice job, K."
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Kennedy gently rinses the dirt off her knuckles in the shower.
She notices a little purple bruise on her forearm, and is startled when
the shower curtain snaps open beside her, revealing a naked Faith.
Kennedy attempts to keep her cool. "Um, hey?"
"Hey yourself." She enters the shower stall as if it's standard
practice.
Rubbing the water off her eyes, Kennedy says in a suspicious but flirty
voice, "Do you frequently shower with girls you've just met?"
Faith chuckles as she approaches her. "If you count the last three
years, yeah. Now stop hogging the warm water."
Kennedy reaches for the gel soap and scoots away from the stream of
water, accidentally rubbing her hip against Faith's. She feels a rush
of power, and asks, "Did you have a girlfriend in jail?"
Faith sticks her head directly under the spray and the water streams
down her face. With her eyes closed, she smirks. "Do you have a
girlfriend in this house?"
"What? You mean...no, I don't--" Kennedy stiffens a little
when Faith reaches out to touch her hands... to take the bodywash bottle
out of them.
Faith steps out from under the showerhead and says, "I've already
heard the dish, thanks to the Chatty Cathy's downstairs." Faith
squirts some of the pearly liquid onto Kennedy's hands. She puts the
bottle down, then takes Kennedy's hands into her own and rubs them together
to lather them up.
Kennedy is taken by the unexpected intimacy of this hand rubbing.
Faith looks at her eyes directly. "Willow's the wrong tree to be
barking up right now."
Faith pulls Kennedy's hands closer and lays the younger girl's palms
on her wet stomach, so simultaneously smooth and firm. Leaving her hands
there, she rubs her fingers up Kennedy's arms, causing a tingling sensation
in Kennedy's neck.
Kennedy smooths out the soap on Faith's stomach, first in a circle around
the belly button then moves to caress her hips.
Faith steps out of the stream of water. She presses her wet, soapy body
against Kennedy's until their breasts touch, and kisses her.
Kennedy feels a sudden heat rise between her legs, and her arms wrap
completely around Faith's waist. Droplets of water pelt them both but
neither really notices.
Faith smiles at the urgency of Kennedy's kisses, and she languidly rests
one hand on Kennedy's lower back, while the other snakes up her neck
and into her hair.
Suddenly the sound of flushing, and the water turns icy cold. Kennedy
and Faith snap apart and yelp.
From behind the curtain Molly giggles, "Sorry!!!" and slams
the bathroom door shut.
Faith pulls Kennedy closer again, but Kennedy stiffens from the mortifying
thought of being caught.
"Don't be shy," Faith murmurs, "I just wanna help rinse
you off so we can find some place a little more private."
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Kennedy sits on Willow's bed, bending sideways, and drying her hair
with a towel. "Okay, that was embarrassing... but I guess I'm over
it."
Faith unravels the towel turban from her head, revealing a cascade of
serpentine hair that falls on her shoulders. Kennedy stares with her
mouth open, and forgets to finish the drying off part.
Faith approaches, still keeping eye contact with Kennedy, and as she
lifts one knee up onto the mattress, she lets her shower robe drop to
the floor.
She smiles and says, "Well I'm not done yet," and playfully
shoves Kennedy backwards onto the bed.
Kennedy musters up some of her own confidence and boldly offers, "I
haven't even started."
Faith grins, and she unties Kennedy's towel, unveiling her pert breasts
and gently cupping one with her right hand. Faith purrs, "I knew
you were the one who had the balls..."
Kennedy laughs in spite of the warm sensation on her nipple, "Balls?"
Bending her neck down towards Kennedy's ear, she whispers, "The
only one who has balls enough to be a Slayer." Faith kisses her
soft shoulder and up her neck, making Kennedy shiver. Faith adds in
a hushed tone, "Now ssshhh... be quiet unless you want Nancy Drew
and her pals investigating in here."
Kennedy turns her head closer to Faith's and they share intimate, warm,
open-mouth kisses. She begins to explore Faith's body by gently touching
her sides and her back, while Faith moves her hand up from Kennedy's
breast to her ear and traces the outline of the shape.
Faith enjoys the sweetness of the kisses, but becomes a little impatient
with the slowness of the progress. Her anticipation getting the best
of her, she shimmies downward, taking a few licks at Kennedy's breasts.
She's amused when the nipples almost strain to get closer to her mouth.
Smiling, she maneuvers further down, props herself up on her elbows
and lifts Kennedy's knees upward. She sways her head to move her hair
out of the way, and bends down to kiss Kennedy's pussy.
Kennedy tilts her head back and clutches at the bed quilt. A random
thought occurs to her: My hair is going to make the bed wet. Ohhhh...
and the thought is lost as quickly as it arrived.
Faith is fully aware of Kennedy's frustration and plays off of it. She
alternates between kissing and lightly licking and merely touching her
clitoris in tapping motions with her two fingers. There is no exact
rhythm for Kennedy to adjust to, and Faith knows it's driving her crazy--she's
trying to buck her hips into a pattern but Faith does the exact opposite.
Finally Kennedy cries out, "Please....."
Satisfied that Kennedy is submitting to her teasing, Faith finally plants
her mouth directly on Kennedy's pussy, flattens her tongue and takes
a long, languid lick.
Kennedy tries to contain her gutteral moan, which just makes Faith headier
and wetter. Faith closes her eyes, and gets deep into the motion. Faith's
licks become harder, more savage and more determined.
While her pussy lips were already wet, they're now getting drenched
from the tongue expertly lapping at it. Kennedy's body stiffens as she
feels a rising tide of energy in her pelvis. Her chest constricts. She
clutches the comforter closer in her fists, tightens her eyes shut and
opens her mouth to utter something about her desire when suddenly the
huge warmth overcomes her and she feels it shoot up from her toes to
her ears. Her knees instinctively snap close, as the licking becomes
too much for her sensitive clit.
She gasps and opens her eyes to see Faith still propped on her elbows
with a look of glazed accomplishment on her face. Kennedy's heartbeat
is pounding in her ears.
* * *
"She seems different, somehow," Willow observes from her place
on the couch. "Older, and..."
"Less psychotic?" offers Anya.
"Well, wiser, anyway."
"Yeah, jail can totally do that to a person," Andrew chimes
in wistfully. "When I was in jail? It was like I went in a boy,
and came out… a man."
Buffy glares at Andrew. "You were in jail for all of, what? Three
days?"
He remains still as he answers solemnly, "I was like Han Solo flash-frozen
in Carbonite at the merciless clutches of Jabba the Hutt.”
Buffy rolls her eyes and notices Molly and Rona traipsing down the stairs.
"Oh, hey. How was your training session with Faith?"
Molly glances sidelong at Rona and says with a giggle, "Not bad."
Buffy frowns. "What's with the gigglefest?"
Rona smirks. "Let's just say the training's still going on for
Kennedy."
"Rona!" Molly gapes. "I told you not to say anything!"
As they hustle their way towards the basement, Willow stands up, the
implication of their innuendo hitting her.
"Wh...what?"
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Kennedy pulls her hair away from her face, and dives in to lick Faith's
pussy. She's only done this twice before, and she's still surprised
by the taste that bursts in her mouth. Like lemon meringue, only tangy.
After a moment of adjusting, Kennedy lets instinct take over. She alternates
licking Faith's clitoris, and gently tonguing her just below.
Faith is aroused by Kennedy's inexperience and her eagerness to please.
Kennedy is amazed not only by the fact that she's having sex with a
beautiful woman, but with a real honest to goodness Slayer, the one
thing she admires most.
Faith leans back and confidently pushes her pussy harder against Kennedy's
soft mouth. She reaches down to place Kennedy's hand on her pelvis,
and urges, "Touch me..."
Kennedy gently touches Faith's swollen lips with the tip of her finger.
Her lips give way and open at her touch. Kennedy continues to lick passionately
as her finger dips into the hot, slippery texture of Faith's pussy.
She brazenly decides there's room for another, and proceeds to insert
a second finger as well.
Faith moans out a lusty, "Yesssss... unnnnnnnhhhh..."
Kennedy rhythmically pumps her fingers in and out of Faith's pussy while
taking hungry licks at her clitoris.
Faith pulls Kennedy's head closer, urging her to suckle her clit. Faith's
legs are sliding up and down her back and her head whips from side to
side, a sensual smile on her face. She mouths, "oooohhhh......"
and licks her own top lip. The sound of Kennedy's greedy slurping combined
with the clitoral simulation and the deft finger penetration makes Faith
close her eyes and rock her body harder as she feels the approaching
rich, delicious climax.
She gasps, "FUUUUUCK!" while her body rolls and shakes on
Kennedy's face.
Faith lies still, panting, while Kennedy sidles up next to her, her
head propped up on one elbow.
Kennedy closes in and whispers, "You are so fucking hot."
"You're pretty amazing yourself," Faith replies with a wicked
grin. "Extra credit for effort."
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