(are made of this)

by Freelance Spice

Copyright © 2004

Freelancespice@gmail.com

Rating: NC.17
Disclaimer: Not my kids, they're Joss'. They just like my shiny coffee table.
Distribution: The Mystic Muse /mysticmuse.net
Feedback: I'm a whore. So, yes.
Spoilers: Post-Chosen.
Author's Notes: NOTES: Unbetaed because I'm on the road, writing porn on buses with people sitting next to me.
Pairing: Dawn/Kennedy

They'd been driving for something like fourteen hours. Giles was dead set on not stopping for the night, insisting that they could all live a day without a shower, people in Europe did it all the time.

Kennedy didn't mind the drive, she just hated having nothing to do. One could only inventory her weapons so many times in so many hours. Making out with Willow was always a good time passer, but the redhead was zonked out next to Xander in the second row. They'd been having a much needed "Anya's Greatest Moments" share time with Giles before the duo had passed out about a half hour ago, leaving Giles to his Bay City Rollers CD. Kennedy knew it was important to them and didn't mind sharing her girlfriend, she was just suffering from a serious case of the Double H's (they had, after all, just saved the whole damn world). The remainder of the former potentials didn't seem to be tapped into the cause of their restlessness, but Kennedy knew EXACTLY why Buffy and Faith had taken an obscene (literally) amount of time in that Pizza Hut bathroom when they'd stopped in Arizona.

Finally, Kennedy hit her breaking point. Or perhaps it was her boiling point because it was all about the heat that had settled right between her legs and refused to go away. She grabbed her personal, non-weapony duffel bag and quietly moved into the makeshift privacy area that Andrew had insisted upon erecting in the back of the bus. Pushing aside the thrift store sheet/makeshift curtain, she slid into the bench seat, silently thankful for Giles' need to to play his "old man music" as dubbed by Rona. The last thing she needed was someone hearing something and catching her in the act of the Self Induced Happy. She unzipped the bag, digging down through her clothes only to have Dawn emerge though the curtain and sit next to her.

"Whatcha doin'?" Her voice was tinged with a little TOO MUCH innocence.

"Can I not get five minutes alone?"

"Just five, huh?" Dawn smirked.

Kennedy rolled her eyes. "What do you want?"

Dawn's voice remained quiet, but gained an edge. "Slayers aren't the only ones who get horny, you know." She leaned over, trying to catch a glimpse inside the bag.

"W-what does that have to do with me?" Kennedy stared at her. "I mean...we can't..."

"YOU were about to."

"That's not what I...I'm with Willow. You know that."

Dawn let out an annoyed sigh. "Jesus, I'm not asking for a marriage proposal, just a little assistance." She shook her head. "God, everyone's so set on Little Dawnie being too young for anything, but you're all awfully uptight about sex. 'Sides, you're no more older than me than Willow is older than you."

Kennedy raised her eyebrows. "Done?"

"With that part of the rant? Yes." She shifted in the seat, facing Kennedy. "Come on...you're the only one who's not gonna be either totally grossed out or confused by this."

"Have you ever...even...y'know...sex?"

Dawn bit her lip. "Not all the way..."

"And since when do you like girls?"

"For someone who's worked up enough to jerk off in the back of a bus full of her friends and colleagues, you sure ask a lot of questions."

"I just...it's not a good idea."

Dawn crossed her arms, pouting. "Not your type?"

Kennedy laughed. "My type is pretty much...Girl."

"Not hot enough then?"

"You're plenty hot..."

"Then what's the problem?!" Dawn realized her voice had escalated and dropped it back down to a near whisper. "Why can't we..." Her body leaned into the Slayer. "...just..."

Kennedy shuddered at the warm breath on her ear.

"...give each other a hand." She reached into the bag, finding the small bullet vibrator Kennedy had been looking for, but then found something else that piqued her interest even more. "Or maybe not a hand, per se."

Dawn's fingers were wrapped around six rubber inches of the strap on variety. Kennedy tried to make her put it back in the bag, but Dawn was too quick for the (hot and) bothered and bewildered Slayer. Eyes wide, the younger girl studied the device in her hand, then looked at Kennedy with filthy innocent porno grade lust.

"We can't," were the only words Kennedy could spit out.

"CAN too." One swift readjustment of body weight had Dawn straddling Kennedy's lap. "We're both fully capable. Everyone's asleep, 'cept Giles and his old time boy bands. And you still haven't said you don't WANT to." She placed a kiss on the other girl's mouth, testing every ounce of the Slayer's resolve.

At first, Kennedy didn't kiss back, but with the way Dawn's hips were rocking against her and the stealthy hand that hand snaked its way behind her neck, it wasn't long until she was mutually engaged, introducing the other girl to the wonderful world of tongue rings and what they can do for you.

"Fuck me?"

Easiest.Question.Ever. Kennedy swallowed hard and nodded, lifting Dawn off her lap so she could tug off her own pants. Grinning, the girl handed her the strap on, watching intently as things were fastened and attached, giving Kennedy a perpetual hard on.

Dawn began fumbling with the fly of her jeans, but Kennedy's hands took over, easing the pants off, then teasing the waistband of her panties with her fingertips.

"Gotta make sure you're ready for this." Her fingers dipped underneath the cotton fabric, gliding over warm slipperiness, pushing one into the deeper, warmer, hotter parts of Dawn, who gasped, then groaned with it was suddenly two. Kennedy found and maintained a rhythm, not wanting to push the other girl over the edge before the main event. "You sure you're ready for this?"

"Yes, goddammit."

Kennedy suppressed a laugh, removing the other girl's underwear.

Dawn sat up, finding her self, once again, over Kennedy's lap. "I wanna do it this way."

"I dunno if that's best for the first..." Lips were on hers, shutting her up for the second time that night.

Dawn lifted herself up over the phallus, letting the head of it run against her. Kennedy's hands on her hips to steady her, she slowly lowered herself, letting out a long strangled moan that was muted by the mouth over her own.

Kennedy remembered Spike once (or more than) making a crack about Buffy liking to be on top. Knowing Dawn wasn't technically real (despite the VERY realness of the warm body above her) she congratulated those key protecting monks for their attention to familial detail.

They'd crossed over the slow cautions careful preliminaries to the more determined slap and wet click and moan and groan stage that had Dawn's fingernails digging into Kennedy's shoulders while she bounced up and down, forcing the base of the dildo against the Slayer's clit with every deliberate motion.

Maybe it was the notion of being caught in the act or the fact that the bus had a horrible shock system or that they were both so incredibly turned on to begin with, or a combination of all of the above; it didn't take long.

Dawn thrust herself down one final time, impaling herself on Kennedy's fake appendage, inducing a very authentic rush of eyes rolling back, toe curling pleasure.

The knowledge that she'd just gotten Dawn Summers, sister of Buffy Summers: THE Vampire Slayer, off in the back of a bus in semi public was enough to make Kennedy follow suit.

Dawn looked down at her, well spent. "Sweetie, can you get the other bags?"

Kennedy looked up at her, confused. "Huh?"

Willow shook her girlfriend awake.

The newly empowered Slayer jolted upright. "We weren't!"

"Weren't what?" Willow tilted her head.

Kennedy let her eyes adjust to her current surroundings. She was in the third row of the bus, which was parked outside of an Econolodge. Through the window, she could see Dawn trying to keep Andrew from kicking a vending machine.

"Weren't...um...nothing, baby. Just a weird dream." She picked up the bags Willow was pointing to and hurried off the bus, girlfriend in tow.

She needed to have lots of appropriate sex, as soon as possible.

The End

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