Warning: Rated M™© for non-graphic sexual content.
Categories: Ship, Femslash, Romance, Drabble
Pairings: W/K (Kenlow)
Characters: Kennedy (primary), Willow
Spoilers: Vaguely spoilerish for the seventh season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, specifically set in Chosen.
A/N: The night before the final battle. This popped into my head the other day, when I was talking about how to write porn without writing porn. If you haven't seen the seventh season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, then why are you reading this fic? Get over to amazon and make with the unboxing, stat!
Credits: Unbetaed, but thanks to Holdouttrout for the accidental plot-bunny.
Disclaimer: The Buffyverse, where vampire slayers stand against the forces of darkness, belongs to the great and powerful Joss. God invented love, sex, and a host of splendid things.
Kennedy lived for that breathy sob Willow made when she flicked her tongue right there. That sound filled her whole world, and washed over her own skin like a physical sensation. That breathy little sob of trust, of surrender, of passion and pleasure. That breathy little sob she'd yearned to hear before she'd even imagined it.
She treasured that sound, more valuable than any mere possession. It tattooed itself onto her soul, and when her final moment came, whether she fell in battle tomorrow, or died peacefully in eighty years time, her last thought would recall that breathy little sob.
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