Author: Coopster5000
Rating: R for language and sexual themes
Disclaimer: NOTHING LIKE EITHER SHOWS!

"It is physically impossible to eat six saltine crackers in a minute" protested Spike to the whole group.

"No it is not!" said Xander arguing back.

"Then prove it," snickered the bleach blonde.

"Hey you wanna go for a walk?" Willow leaned over to ask Tara.

"Sure," said Tara, getting up from next to the fire.

"We'll be back guys," Willow said to the group as she stood up also.

Nothing but grunts was her response as the friends continued to guzzle beer,make smores, and argue over stupid topics.

"Were are we going?" asked Tara.

"Away from the fire," replied the redhead as she took the blondes hand in her own. "I want to look at the stars." she guided the blonde down the beach for a few yards before finding a place she liked. "here's a good spot." Pulling off her baggy sweatshirt, Willow plopped down on the sand, balling it up behind her as a pillow.

Quickly the blonde laided down near the redhead. Her body touching the smaller womens as they shared the sweatshirt-pillow. "do you do this a lot?" Tara asked as she turned her head to look at the guitarist next to her.

"Sorta," Willow said as she rolled onto her side. "they remind me of things."

"Oh yeah like what?" asked Tara, also rolling on her side to look into Willow's green eyes. "well for the last few days, I've been comparing the stars to these increably beautiful things."

'Ugh gag me!'

"Oh yeah and what are these increadably beautiful things?" teased the blonde, leaning forward.

'Say it! don't fucking pussy out! Say it.'

"Your eyes," Willow whispered. A second hadn't even passed before Willow found herself on her back with the blonde leaning over her with a sexy grin.

"You Miss. Rosenberg, I must say are a very smooth talker."

"I'm just telling the truth," replied the guitarist with a grin. "your eye's shine like the brightest star on the darkest night," stroking the blondes face lovingly Willow slowly lifted her head up, gently brushing her lips on the fuller ones above her. Ever so gently their lips started to move against one another.

"Wow, this is a first. Willow Rosenberg is actually on bottom." pulling apart, both Willow and Tara looked at the intruder.

"Cordellia, what the hell do you want?" snapped Willow. "can't you see we're busy."

"Well get busy with someone else," snapped back the chearleader. "that's what your good at!" Turning her attention to the blonde, "your dad called me. He couldn't get ahold of you so he asked me to find you."

"Well you found her, know go," growled the redhead.

"Eat me, Rosenbush," mocked Cordiellia.

"No thanks, don't feel like getting herpes." said Willow, standing up to be face to face with the brunette. "know leave before I break your nose," stated the guitarist, clenching her fist in rage.

"You coming Tara?" asked the cheerleader.

"Umm..."

"I'm taking her home. Know why don't you and your little friends get back to your gang bang and leave us alone."

Cordiellia just stared at the redhead with an annoyed look on her face before huffing and storming off to her car which occupied some of her cheerleading friends.

'Shit... why don't I learn from past mistakes and not mess with a Chase? I'm such a dumb fuck!'

"Sorry about that," said Willow as she sat back down next to the shocked blonde. "it's late why don't I get you home."

"You don't have to. I could ask Anya for a ride or uh just walk."

"No really, I insist. Plus I don't want you walking alone at night, especially in SunnyDale. There's a lot of weirdo's here," standing up again she offered her hand down to the blonde to pull her up.

Silently the two made their way to the rustic Camero.

"I just want to apolagize again for back there. For getting all hot headed especially with Cordiellia, since she's your friend and all," expressed Willow sincerally while stopping the car in front of the blondes house.

"It's no problem," said Tara getting out of the car with Willow.

"You sure?" Willow asked unsure.

"Yep positive," she smiled, looking at the redhead while leaning against the front door.

"Okay," Willow said, coming to stand beside Tara at the door. "So I guess this is your stop."

"Yep this is me," Tara replied as she removed a set of keys from her jean pocket.

"So... umm," Willow faltered.

"You wanna come in?"

'YES!'

"No I better not. It's uh...."

"You don't have to give me a reason," Tara said with a sad smile.

Leaning forward to rest her forehead against the blondes, "It's late. And I don't want to fall asleep when I should be devoting my time to you."

"Okay," smiled Tara as she placed a light kiss on the redheads lips.

"I'll see you tomorrow?," Willow asked in a whispered as she captured the blonde's bottom lip in a chaste kiss.

Tomorrow," Tara repeated as Willow let her lip loose.

The next day around mid morning the doorbell rang with a shrilling shriek. Grumbling Willow threw the covers off of her body and grabbed the alarm clock on her night stand to check the time. Noticing that the clock radio read twelve o'clock on the dot, Willow through the device back on the table before grabbing a pair of faded ripped jeans off the floor.

Sliding the pair of ripped denim jeans up her slim legs, the redhead walked to the entrance of her bedroom door just as the doorbell sounded again.

"I'm coming!" she yelled as she yanked a black tank top off the doorknob.

As she descended down the stairs she flipped her shirt right side out before sliding it over her disheveled hair. Yanking the shirt down over her uncovered breast and smoothing the flimsy cotton over her flat stomach, Willow walked to the door never bothering to button her jeans.

"Yeah is th...shit!," Willow cursed as she saw who stood on the threshold to her house.

'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! And fuck! Okay this chick, she's just....grr. She annoys the hell out of me, an now I have to go put up with her because of Faith! And Faith! God she knows how much I cant stand her, so...grr'

"What do you want?" Willow asked. It took all her willpower not to slam the door in the young girls face.

"Ohh Willsie don't be mad," Kennedy said in a child like voice as she grabbed the flie of Willow's zipper and tugged on it

"Why are you here," Willow asked as she grabbed Kennedys hand to stop their wondering.

"Didn't Faith tell you? I told her to tell you I was coming," she gave Willow a shameless smile.

"I'm gonna ask you this one more time, why are you here?," she grabbed Kennedy by the neck of her shirt. Spinning her around she slammed the brunette into the wall leading to the kitchen. "now tell me and no bullshit." she said as she leaned closer to the brunette, tightening her grip on her blouse.

"Oh baby you remembered," Kennedy said in a husky voice as she thrusted her hips forward into the redheads. "so do you wanna do it here with the door open or do you want to take this to your bed?"

"What are you doing here?" Willow asked again.

"Well before I wanted to ask you a question."

"And know?"

"I want you to fuck the shit out of me," Kennedy growled as she thrusted her hips into Willow's again.

"Close the door," Willow said in a husky voice as she dropped her grip on Kennedy's shirt.

"Oh what's the matter you don't want to fuck my brains out right here in the hallway?" pouted Kennedy.

"Who say's I'm not gonna fuck your brains out?" Willow quirked her eyebrows. "or in the hallway."

"Well then I hope it's just as I remember cause that was the best week of my life." smirked Kennedy.

"You mean weekend." corrected the redhead as she stepped around the younger girl to close and lock the door.

"Oh but what a wonderful two days," Kennedy rasped as she pushed Willow into the door. Snaking her hands around the redheads waist, she slid her body up against the redheads back until there wasn't an ounch of space between them.

Turning around so that she was facing the brunette, Willow grasped the Latino by the hair and crashed their lips together. With great urgency she continued to kiss the younger girl as she twisted her hands under the slightly stretched out camel colored blouse.

"Off," Willow demanded as she gripped Kennedy's flesh harshly. She continued to raise her hand under the cream colored top until she reached the Latino's bra covered breast. "off now!" she growled out again before reclaiming the brunettes lips.

"You first," Kennedy said as she pulled away from the kiss, her hands also having found there way under Willow's top.

"Okay," Willow said. Quickly and roughly she switched her position with Kennedy, slamming her slennder frame into the hard oak door. Without hesitation she reached for the hem of the Latino's shirt and yanked it over her head, not caring that the girls earing got caught on the fabric.

"Ow! Fuck Willow," Kennedy shouted as she grabbed her earlob where the earing was just ripped out.

"Well you said you liked it rough," snarled the guitarist as she placed both hands on the girls shoulder, slamming her back into the door. She gave a wicked snarl before diving back in for another ravenous kiss, biting venomously on the young girls lips, only to stop when she tasted blood.

Her hands once again grabbed at the tanned skin of the women before her, digging her nails into the meaty flesh of the girls lower back as she pulled Kennedy's hips to her own. Grabbing the girls flimsy hip huggers, Willow started to pull down in a animalistic manner.

With extreme wanton, Kennedy pulled at Willow's cotton tank top, slightly tearing it as she removed it over the guitarists head. "oh somebody got dressed in a hurry," Kennedy panted as she viciously grasped one of Willow's exposed breast.

"What gave it away," moaned Willow. "my lack of a bra an untamed hair or my pants being undone when I opened the door?"

"Oh I forgot about that," smirked kennedy as her left hand raked down the redheads porcelin skin to her red silken panties. With swift movements she slipped her fingers under the elastic band of the underwear to curl in the copper strands. "but I didn't forget this."

"Enough talking," growled Willow as she yanked open Kennedy's tight fitting jeans. "no more words," she said threw clenched teeth as she thrusted her hand into Kennedy's soaking wet underwear. "I just wanna hear moans," without any warning or foreplay she shoved two fingers into the quivering girls pussy.

"Ohh...uhh," panted the brunette, thrusting her hips in time with Willow's unrelenting pumping.

"Come on baby," Willow cooed as she grabbed Kennedy's left hand, the one that stopped its ministration in Willow's panties when the pleasure became to arousing. With firm guidance, Willow moved Kennedy's hand to exactly where she wanted it.

"Fuck me," she growled into Kennedy's ear before biting the lobe. "Make me cum," she demanded.

"Oh god," Kennedy moaned, the sound barely coming out of her throat as she flung her head back into the door behind her. Gripping the brunette's thigh forcefully, Willow raised the leg around her hip, driving her fingers even harder and faster into Kennedy's quenching sex. Thrusting her sex even harder into Kennedy's shaking hand, Willow grunted and quivered with anticipation.

"Uhh...harder!" the redhead snarled as she removed her fingers from inside of Kennedy only to slam them back inside her. She curled her fingers inside Kennedy's hot channel, stroking her sweet spot. Lifting her hand from the Latino's thigh to the dark brown tresses, she gripped a handful of the dark locks, tugging on them none-to-gently.

"Like that?" questioned Kennedy as she inserted another finger, her thumb pressing harshly onto the redheads clit as her hand acted like a piston inside Willow's pussy.

"Oh, god...yes!" Willow shouted as her heart pounded hastily in her chest. Lowering her mouth to the Latino's shoulder, she sank her dull teeth into a patch of exposed flesh before her.

"Guhh!" Willow let out in a huff of air as the last of her climax escaped her body. Pushing herself off of Kennedy's still shuttering body, Willow lent down and picked up her shirt that had been flung off while their sexual libido was heightened. Quickly throwing the shirt on over her head then straightening the jeans that were tangled underneath her ass, Willow unlocked the door Kennedy was still leaning on.

"Well that was fun," willow said as she zipped up her pants. "but I have to take my shower now," Once her jeans were done up she opened the door. "we should do that again," she pushed kennedy outside.

"Will!" Kennedy shouted, as she tried with little success to cover up her exposed breast to the sunny afternoon neighborhood.

"Maybe next weekend?" Willow continued as she kicked the latinos shirt out the door. "actually...I'll call you,' she said with a sniker before slaming the door closed in the brunette's face.

"Can I help you?"

"Hi Mr. Maclay, my name's Willow Rosenberg I'm one of Tara's friends," said Willow with a tiny wave as the middle age man opened the door.

"Oh yes, yes Willow, I've heard some things about you," Mr. Maclay said as he ushered in the young redhead.

"Well all good I hope," she said with a prize winning smile. Ringing her hands together as if nervous, "so Mr. Maclay is Tara home? I know this is late notice and all sir.. but I was wondering if I could take your daughter out to the movies."

"Well why don't I go get her and you can ask her for yourself?" said the older gentlmen as he bounded up the stairs, two at a time.

'Dude... impressing her father was like shooting a fish in a barrel.'

"Willow, what are you doing here?" asked Tara as she slowly walked down the stairs.

"Well you said you wanted to meet today," she said with a quizzical look. "but if you don't wanna I could always leave."

"Don't be silly," grinned Tara as she grabbed the redheads wrist to keep her from leaving. "I just wasn't really expecting you is all."

"So... do you want to go to the movies then?"

"Let me just ask my dad,"

'Drum roll please....'

"It's okay pumpkin," said Donald Maclay from behind Tara. "just be home at a reasonable hour."

"Thanks daddy," the blonde said with a huge grin as she gave her father a kiss on the cheek. Turning back to Willow, she grabbed her right hand and gave it a firm squeeze. "ready?"

"Yep," she smiled. "bye Mr. Maclay." Willow said before walking out the door with the blonde behind her.

"What movie are we seeing?" asked Tara as she swung their linked hands back and forth.

"There's this really cool horror slash comedy flick," Willow said with enthusiasm. "it's called Grind House. There's this chick that has a gun for a leg!"

"Sounds interesting," Tara said with a raised eyebrow as the two stopped to stand in line to pay for their tickets.

"Yes well its..."she stopped mid sentence as she noticed a fine looking blue eyed brunette standing behind the refreshment stand. "... a movie worth popcorn. Here," she handed the blonde money to buy two tickets before walking off to the popcorn stand.

"Hey," she said with a head nod as she came to stand in front of the brunette. "the names Willow, what's yours?"

"Kandy," the girl said as she rested her elbows on the glass counter.

"Ain' that ironic," willow said with a toothy grin, she too leaning on the counter top. "well Kandy I'm about to go see a very scary movie," Willow said as she pulled a napkin from out of the dispenser "and I would really like some one to talk to afterwards that way...you know ... I don't get any nightmares." she slid the napkin across the glass counter to the smirking movie attendant.

"You all set?" asked Willow, walking up to Tara as she popped a piece of buttered popcorn in her mouth.

"Yep. We're in theatre four,"

'Yeah, yeah... call me what you want but I'm not gonna give up my everyday ways just for some chick who thinks I'm kind hearted and loving. If you really look at it, it's her fault! If it wasn't for her I wouldn't have to sneak around to fuck who ever I want and I wouldn't have to lie about it! Okay that last parts a tiny fib...okay a big fib. I lie all the time. Haha that's never gonna change.'