Kennedy on the Bed

by Charleston Jax

Copyright © 2003

charleston_jax@worldnet.att.net

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy/UPN.
Distribution: The Mystic Muse /mysticmuse.net
Feedback: Yes...please.
Spoilers: Touched.
Author's Note: I recently completed the writing stage of twelve scripts for an original series. At one point I developed intense writer's block and it was suggested to me that I should "...write some porn and get the fuck over it..." So without further ado, here is my attempt at porn...
Pairing: Willow/Kennedy

It starts speeding up, reaching for that place beyond the tentative moments. It's that invisible line being crossed between close friends and lovers. New nakedness, which will someday become familiar, at this moment there is nothing in this world that could feel so new. Willow's naked flesh felt so foreign having been neglected for a year. Exactly one year. Kennedy was flushed from head to toe; she didn't know she could be this turned on. Kennedy was naked, straddling Willow's hips. Just barely starting to ride her as the evidence of night came in through the second floor window.

Willow was stunned, wide-eyed staring up at the raw sexuality slowly mounting her. Willow needed this, she needed this more. The redhead wasn't in love with the potential, but she was in lust. Maybe that makes it easier. Not so much emotion or concern. Just need for more skin, need for harder. Willow swallowed hard, smiled and rolled Kennedy off top and onto her back. Will made the decision to take the lead.

Thrusting towards Kennedy's center the potential looked up at this small woman with a mixture of excitement and fear. She had begun to understand the depth of Willow's power. The woman writhing above her was coming back to life right before her eyes. Willow sensed a certain amount of trepidation in Kennedy's eyes causing the shy witch to question her actions, maybe Ken wasn't as confident and self-assured she comes across. Maybe Kennedy wasn't really expecting Willow to give in to her advances. Maybe Kennedy wasn't really ready for this. Kennedy sensed Willow backing away her movements slowed. Kennedy smiled, she opened her legs wider, bucked her hips up, asking for more without saying a word.

Willow began to respond; replacing her hips with two gentle fingers, tracing Kennedy up and down. Kennedy gasped; her whole body pulsed as she pulled Willow's face down to hers with a passionate kiss. Breaking off the kiss, Kennedy traced the witch's earlobe with the tip of her tongue, she took a deep breath, gathered all her confidence and said "Willow?"

"Yes?" the redhead responded, curious to hear what Kennedy had to say.

Kennedy breathed again and with her huskiest, most inviting voice she said "Please fuck me, I need you now...I need it hard."

Willow smiled big; thrilled that Kennedy had tapped into her favorite bedroom activity without having to say anything. Willow was a sucker for dirty talk. As degrading as it would sound in her head later, in that moment it got her to places of arousal she had never dreamed of.

Willow looked down at her potential. She dropped down to her ear and shocked the younger woman "How much can you take?" she asked "What gets you off?"

Kennedy beamed at this bold new face of her Willow. This wasn't shy-Willow; this wasn't even private-Willow. This was fucking-Willow and Kennedy loved it.

She replied, "I can take however much you give me, you fucking me gets me off."

Willow choked a little on her breath and let Kennedy pull her inside one finger, then two, changing it up, thrusting into Kennedy fast and hard, then slow and gentle.

Willow's thumb found Kennedy's clit and massaged gently but fast. All the foreplay had Kennedy on the edge quickly. She was trembling on the precipice but she needed more to push her over.

"Harder Willow, I need more." Kennedy breathed. She reached her own hand down to reach Willow's. Pulling a third finger inside of her body and pumping Will's hand faster she took in those few hesitant breaths before her orgasm hit. Allowing herself to give in to the moment she came hard and loud, not caring who could hear.

Willow watched in amazement as the small girl trembled under her hand. She watched as Kennedy's thin muscular body tensed and glistened with sweat. Once Kennedy's breathing calmed she stared up into Willow's eyes and did something that the witch wasn't expecting. She turned Willow onto her back so that she was lying in the potential's lap.

Willow laid her head back against Kennedy's shoulder. Kennedy's hands began to trace the length of Willow's body. Willow's breathing became labored and shallow. Her face was flushed and her body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Kennedy's hands found Willow's breasts and grasped at her nipples memorizing the contours of where her pale skin became red, fascinated as Willow's flesh stiffened under the potential's ministrations.

Kennedy's hands sought out Willow's innermost self. She found Willow there, between her hips. The redhead had been hiding her sex, hiding her sexuality up until now. When the potential found the witch's center, Willow let out a moan that Kennedy could only describe as the most profoundly beautiful noise that she had ever heard. Kennedy began jacking Willow off. Not slow and gentle. But very fast and rough and masculine, something told her that it was how Willow wanted it, and she was right. Willow began bucking up against her hand, writhing up into Kennedy's touch. She began moaning, singing her praises, Kennedy began to rock along with Willow's rise.

From Kennedy's angle it felt like she was touching herself. Like she was masturbating with this new body. To Willow it felt like she was drowning into the potential's body. Losing herself, involuntarily bucking up into Kennedy's touch. As Willow came near to her climax she rolled off of Kennedy and onto her back and pulled the potential close to her. Willow whispered so close to Kennedy's ear that Kennedy couldn't tell if she was actually speaking or if Kennedy was just absorbing the words through her skin.

Willow breathed, "Fuck me, please god Kennedy, make me cum."

Kennedy slid down the length of Will's trembling body and opened her legs. She spent a few moments spellbound by the sight of her. She began drinking from Willow, she put as much of her hand into the redhead as she thought she could take.

Willow put her hand on the back of Kennedy's head, tousling her hair, drawing her further and further inside. The experience of her girlfriend's tongue ring, her fingers, and her hot breath finding its way inside resuscitated feelings Willow had thought were buried with Tara's coffin. Willow abandoned herself to the breathtaking woman inside of her.

They rode Willow's orgasm out together, reveling in the waves of it. The two began kissing passionately with Kennedy's hand still being firmly held inside by the witch's hunger. Her other kind of hunger. The heat from Will's core was burning itself into Kennedy's memory.

Green eyes begged Kennedy, pleaded with her for something, but she was not yet fluent in this silent language. "What is it baby? You can say anything to me..." Kennedy offered gently.

Willow began to blush through the already flushed reds of her face; "well, there is this thing I really enjoy...it's just, well it's just that I don't know how you'll feel about it."

Kennedy felt babble ahead and quieted her woman with a searing kiss. She looked the form under her in the eyes and said very directly, "if it makes you scream then it makes me the luckiest person alive. I would do anything for you, anything."

Willow gulped back her apprehension and let herself trust Kennedy's words, "Strap-ons get me hot."

Kennedy's response came in the form of a growing pool of hot wetness running down Willow's thigh where their legs were intertwined. Willow had actually turned Kennedy on to the point that her voice no longer worked properly. Without speaking she slid out from under Kennedy and reached under the bed to reveal a shoebox. Kennedy had to stifle a laugh, if only the Scoobies were here to see kinked out horny Willow.

Will opened the box withdrawing a leather harness and a rather well endowed accessory. It dawned on Kennedy that the last person to wear this must have been Tara. She wondered if she was overstepping her bounds, if Willow would regret this decision later.

Again Willow sensed trepidation in the potential, she spoke softly "It's never been used if that's what you're wondering...I...umm...well I actually just bought it."

"Oh..." was all that Kennedy could say.

Willow held out the harness to Kennedy who accepted it with a deviant grin. Ken slid up to the edge of the bed and stepped into the leather straps. She stood up and adjusted the straps. Picking the phallus up she adjusted it into place.

Willow got the distinct impression that this was not the first time that Kennedy had done this,

"Lube?" Kennedy inquired. Willow shook her head no causing Kennedy to arch her eyebrow in curiosity.

"I found something that works better..." Without warning Willow got off of the bed and stood eye to eye with Kennedy.

As Willow began to kiss down Ken's neck and chest, the realization of what the witch was about to do sank in. It took every ounce of strength the potential could muster not to come in a disheveled heap in that instant.

The red head eased Ken down to the bed until she was sitting. Willow dropped to her knees and started licking the shaft of the silicone cock. The brunette's eyes rolled up and her head lolled back as Willow's fingers found their way under the leather straps and onto Ken's swollen clit. Her fingers moved along Kennedy's clit in time with her oral ministrations. Kennedy looked down at the goddess on her knees and she knew that she couldn't last long. It really felt like she was getting a blow job.

Willow's fingers traded places with her tongue until Kennedy was flat on her back slamming herself into Willow's mouth as she desperately found oxygen with which to scream Willow's name.

As Kennedy floated back down into her skin again she watched as Will rose up off of the floor and straddled herself over Ken's cock. She lowered herself inch by inch down the shaft as the potential resisted every impulse to throw her down on the bed and make it hurt. She didn't have to resist long before Willow was pulling Kennedy up into a sitting position and saying "hard, hard, hard..." with every breath.

That was all the invitation the potential needed. She carefully rolled Willow onto her back with the cock still inside. She made a few tentative strokes before giving Willow what she wanted. The redhead brought her legs up as far and wide as she could and grabbed the back of the headboard to keep from slamming her head into it. She pushed back, roughly matching Kennedy's thrusts.

Willow was screaming, begging, moaning, fucking. Kennedy may have been chosen to slay but she was buried to the hilt in her true calling. This was why she lived, to give Willow hard. As Will's orgasm ripped through her body she grew silent and her entire body shook violently with pleasure. After a few moments Will helped Kennedy to gently remove the strap-on.

As months of sexual tension began uncoiling from within they lay back on the bed without speaking. Just catching glances at each other. Giggling and kissing. Running hands through mussed red and brunette hair. Running hands over sweaty-hot skin. Settling into the bed, into each other. Willow looked into Kennedy's dark eyes and understood a new depth that she had not seen before. She wasn't in love with Kennedy, but one day she would be… and it would rock her world like nothing had before.

The End

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