thing.” She explained

Willow watched in confusion. “What?” She watched as Kennedy crossed to the chair and fetched her coat.

“Something’s coming down. I have my own mission. And I need

your help.”

—– Later that night —–

Willow sat in the bathroom, her head in her hands and her thoughts running at a mile a minute.

She and Kennedy had spent that night at the Bronze and the potential had admitted her true feelings. Although she had a damn good idea how Kennedy had felt, she was still surprised by her revelation. They had arrived back at the house only ten minutes ago and Willow had excused herself and gone to the bathroom.

“This is not happening!” she whispered into the darkness.

‘Why not?’ her brain argued back. ‘You’re smart, funny, ok, a little on the side of ‘tried to destroy the world’ crazy, but you’re better now and you are single!’

“I’m not!” she whispered to herself. “I’m Tara’s, only hers!”

‘And she’d want you to move on, to be happy!’ her brain made a convincing argument. ‘She couldn’t stand to see you unhappy and Kennedy has at least started to make you feel that again, just give her a chance, it’s not like you’re getting married or betraying Tara!’

Getting to her feet quickly, Willow realised her brain made a valid point and as she unlocked the bathroom door, she saw Kennedy coming up the stairs. Smiling weakly, Willow opened her door and turned the light on as Kennedy loitered awkwardly in the doorway.

“Well, this is my stop. So…glad we talked” Willow offered.

Stepping into the room, Kennedy knew this was it, now or never. “Yes. Kinda cleared the air.” she replied softly.

“Yeah, totally. Air cleared. Check.” Willow nodded in agreement. ’Why are you so nervous? Stop babbling!’ her mind chastised her gently as Kennedy entered the room fully and came to a halt right in front of the redhead.

“You know, in the spirit of air clearing…” the potential continued, her voice having dropped to a suggestive level.

“Yeah?” Willow asked, becoming slightly breathless as she felt the heat radiating from the other woman’s body.