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Coming Home

Aug 03, 2006 20:23

It was dark by the time Willow pulled into Boston, and she was thankful that most of the construction and congestion seemed to have eased, and navigation did not have to be so thought-inducing, She was still worried about Xander. And Buffy. Other sadness too, but she was feeling unfinished, non-processed, and the thoughts were too far out of reach ( Read more... )

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skatepunkbrat August 4 2006, 01:36:08 UTC

Kennedy slid the boxers over her hips and pulled the tank top over her head as she sat down on the bed. She'd just returned home from patrolling and took a hot shower to wash away all the dust from the vamps she'd taken out. Reaching for the brush, she tugged it through her damp hair and dropped it on the bed as she laid down on her stomach and picked up the remote, fipping the tv on ( ... )

_wishingwillow_ August 4 2006, 02:50:19 UTC

She wrapped herself inside, and around Kennedy so quickly that Willow even startled herself. Normally she prefered to take her time, to linger over what she missed too much in between the months that stretched. But the day had been one that streched too long already, if it didn't mind, and all she wanted was Kennedy's arms.

That was all.

skatepunkbrat August 4 2006, 03:14:54 UTC

Knowing something was wrong from the way her girlfriend was hugging, no make that clinging to her, Kennedy pulled away and looked at her with a raised brow.

"Not that I don't dig you hugging me like that, or you hugging me at all in fact." Kennedy grinned, looking into Willow's eyes. "But, I know something's wrong."

Closing the door, she took the bag from the girl's hand and set it down by the dresser. Reaching out, she laced their fingers together and gently pulled her over to the bed to sit down. Sitting down beside her, she looked over, tipping her chin up to make her look at her. For a silent few seconds, she studied the green eyes before her and frowned. She could see the hurt there. Unreadable pain that confused her. What was wrong?

"Talk to me, Will. What's going on?"

_wishingwillow_ August 4 2006, 03:18:21 UTC

"It's Cordy," Willow finally offered, after letting herself be lovingly poked and prodded into a sitting posistion. She studied Kennedy with something new - in her gaze - and fell into what she found there.

"She just....she'd dead." And she would have never expected to take it so hard. "It was a long drive," she finished lamely.

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