"So... how was the sex with Xander? Was it as good as I remember it?"
Drusilla Harris, formerly the elder Willow Rosenberg, loved coffee. Some people said it even bordered on obsession. She could not, though, breathe coffee, as proved when Kenendy's question caused her to inhale it.
After several minutes of choking and hacking and nearly drowning, she stuttered, "I... he... we... didn't!"
"Oh? Why not? Afraid he'd hurt you? He's very gentle, you know. Oh! Did he do the tongue thing? When he takes it and flicks it across-"
The rest of the redhead's coffee found Kennedy's face at high velocity.
Elsewhere, Tara was hemming and hawing her way around the same question that Kennedy had asked but with slightly less success.
Xander eventually took pity on her. “We didn’t.”
“Yes, it. The biblical ‘it’.”
“No, not IT, it. IT is something else entir- ow!” Xander pulled away and rubbing his upper arm vigorously, hissing, “What was that for?”
“It’s not funny, Xander.”
“I thought it was. So, what’s got your panties in a bunch, Tara?”
“You’re married.” The way she said it, it was like the problem was entirely clear. To her it probably was, too.
“To my first best childhood friend who also happens to be gay. I’m not seeing the issue here.”
“You’re _married_. That changes things.”
“Yes. And why didn’t you two… you know?”
“We never got around to it. Sex isn’t the driving factor in Wi-… in Dru’s and my relationship. And boy that’s going to be a funny thing.”
“Dru. Specifically Drusilla the Mad, childe of Angelus, sire of William the Bloody. If she shows up, it’ll get a bit weird.”
“She kinda thinks I belong to her. I’m not sure how or why but she does.”
“Well she can get in line. You belong to me first.”
“Aw, thanks, Tara. I knew you still loved me.”
“I’ll always love you, Xander,” Tara said quietly, leaning in and hugging him close.
Xander smiled and hugged her back. They stayed like this for a long time and he breathed in that special ‘Tara’ smell. The girls all had their particular scent and it was intoxicating.
“Are you smelling my hair again?”
“And yet you still love me. What’s that say about you?”
“That I have discerning taste in men.” Tara pulled away and sat on the end of the couch, looking at him, “Do you love her?”
“The other Willow, Dru. Kennedy. Either of them, both.”
“Yes,” was his honest answer as he sat on the couch and pulled her off the end towards him. She trusted him and didn’t squeal bloody murder, letting gravity and Xander do their things until she was lying across his lap and staring at the ceiling. “I love all of my girls, Tara.”
“And you love us all the same?”
“No. Some of you I love more because you bribe me with baked goodies. I am extremely corruptible, you know.”
Tara rolled her eyes at this truth and got out of his lap and off of the couch after a few attempts. Graceful it was not… and Xander said as much as he helped her up to her feet.
“You alright, Grace?”
“Oh, like you’re Fred Astaire yourself, Xander.”
“I never claimed to be. So now what?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Now that you have heard it from me that you’re not being replaced, what do we do now?”
“We… manage. I have to get to class.”
“Your next class isn’t until six.”
“Then I have to study. It’s your turn to make dinner, too. Make sure you make enough for Drusilla,” Tara added as she grabbed her stuff and spirited out the door.
Xander blinked at this rather abrupt cutting and tried to come up with something that might stop her but could not come up with anything. Why were the women in his life so difficult to work with?
“Why are you so difficult to work with?”
“Me? You’re the one that’s being difficult.”
“Please,” Kennedy snorted as she hip-checked Xander out of the way and shoved herself most of the way into the refrigerator, “I’m easy to work with. Totally easy.”
“I heard those rumors, too, you know.” Xander caught the foot slung his way and held it as she rooted around in the leftovers before she came up with some corn tortillas, shredded cheese, veggies and roasted chicken he’d made earlier. Why she was raiding his ice box instead of her own he wasn’t quite sure but he’d learned to not come between her and her target when she had a case of the midnight munchies.
“You wi-… you’d hope I was easy, buddy. How else would you get your hands on all of this?” she asked as she leveraged herself up into a standing position.
“What fun is the chase if it’s easy?” Xander mused, tossing her leg off to the side and then sliding his hand around her waist as she bobbled the food in her arms and nearly lost her balance, pulling her close. “Don’t worry, Kennedy. I gotcha.”
“So you do,” she purred. “You want one?” she asked, shifting gears quickly and pulling away.
“Is this one of those gross pregnant lady special tacos that you used to cook up with Anko or are these real tacos?”
“There was nothing gross about those tacos. Besides, do you know how hard it was to make real tacos there?”
“Not hard. I managed it.”
“With Korean short ribs. How could they even know what Korean short ribs were without Koreans, anyway?”
“Dunno, but they were good.”
“So is this. You never told me where you learned to cook a chicken.”
“I cheated. Bought it.”
Kennedy paused and looked at him, her eyes narrowing a little, “You’re kidding, right? I burned _dozens_ of chickens trying to recreate this and you’re telling me you _bought_ this?”
“I lied,” he said cheekily, taking the chicken away from her and nabbing a bit of the shredded dark meat. “You just have to take your time. You’re always in such a rush.”
“Me? In a rush? Please, I take my time in everything.”
“Oh? What about that time-“
Kennedy turned on him, wielding a butter knife like a deadly weapon… well, okay, in her hands it probably was a deadly weapon. In his, too, come to think about it. “I thought we agreed to never speak about that again.”
“Alright, then what about-“
She stabbed at him and he first grabbed her wrist and then smacked the blade away. “Again with the not talking about it. And stop that, damn it!”
“The wrist. Stop massaging it.”
“Why? Like it?” he teased her.
“Yeah, actually, I do. Keep it up and you might just get luckier than ever, big boy.” Normally that would have scared him off but Kennedy’s little plan backfired a bit as he laughed and continued. This caused her a little tingle because it really did feel good. “Xan?”
“What gives? Normally you are off like a scared bunny rabbit.”
“Maybe I’m tired of running. Maybe I think I’ve figured it out?”
“Figured what out?”
“How to get home.”
The comment brought her up short and he took the opportunity to lean in and kiss her. She stood there for a second, stunned, and then dropped the tortilla in her hand and started to kiss back. This went on for several minutes, the tortilla laying on the floor as her hands found their way around his neck and his worked their way from her shoulders to her ass and to points in between. Kissing, she had learned, was something he was damned good at and his tongue did things that were not supposed to be possible. Anko had once commented that his tongue should have been classified as a deadly weapon after a ten minute kiss between the pair to repay a lost bet had left the wayward student of the Snake Sannin flustered beyond belief. Kennedy was no slouch in the department herself but even she had her limits.
Kennedy grunted as she felt Xander’s hands cup her ass and pick her up, landing her on the kitchen counter, and she wrapped her legs around him to make sure he didn’t go anywhere until she’d had her fill of kissing. Nothing and nobody was going to stop this.
The pair parted and, if looks could kill, Drusilla Harris would have been a fine mist hanging in the air and everything beyond her for ten miles would have vanished. Why did she have to show up NOW? Of all times?
“Um… I can just go…”
Kennedy growled and grabbed a fist full of the married woman’s blouse, drug her close and kissed her with a fire, with a passion, that she had not felt in decades. The intensity took them all by surprise, Willow most of all, but then Kennedy let her soul mate go and kissed Xander again, the fire, the passion, the love still there, moaning in his mouth.
The pair eventually parted for air and Xander inexplicably grabbed Dru’s blouse and drug her into a kiss that sprang right from the loins of his partner, his friend, and his occasional lover. The woman’s eyes went wide and she just started to get into it when she was released and Kennedy again found herself under the assault of the Harris tongue. God, she loved him and his tongue…
“It’s about fucking time,” someone muttered as The Wish finally worked its way to completion.
“Yeah. Hey, who won the betting pool?”
“Hell if I- hey, wait a minute. What the hell is going on here?”
“Something’s going back.”
“No shit, numb nuts. Those three are going back home.”
“Then why are there _four_ souls going back?”
AN: After about six months of nigh-constant editing work for other people (paid and otherwise), I’m finally inspired to write again and after a night of no real inclination to sleep, I decided to take a stab at this.
If I’d known that this was all it would have taken, I’d have done this several months ago.
Anyways, thus ends the third story and possibly the series. If this is indeed the end, I thank you for having stuck around. If not… well, we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.
Again, thank you for reading and reviews, as they say, are much appreciated and are coin of the realm.