FIC: Chosen Too (NC-17) B/W/T/K

[Shehulk <shehulk@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

Title: Chosen Too
Author: Shehulk
Email: shehulk@xxxxxxxxxxx
Website:www.shehulk.net
Rating: NC-17 (I am not kidding about that either!)
Paring: Buffy/Willow/Tara/Kennedy
Disclaimer: I don?t own any of the characters.
Feedback: All please!
Distribution: Just let me know where it?s going
Spoilers: none.
Summary: This is an alternate universe fic. Which was only supposed to be 
one bloody part. Sigh. Anyway here's the sequel to 'Chosen'.

Author's note: I've been up all night writing this. It's a little after 5 
in the morning now so please forgive any errors.


Buffy read the letter again and then let it fall to her desk. 
Damn. This couldn?t have come at a worse time. She spun her chair around 
and stared at the elaborate window behind her desk. Still, there?s no 
avoiding it. The council representative will be here in a week.

The door to her office swung open and she couldn?t stop a smile 
from easing her somber expression. Willowscent filled her nostrils and she 
turned back around to watch her lover enter.

?Hey there. You ready for lunch??

Buffy shrugged off her concerns and rose. ?I sure am.? She looped 
her arm through Willow?s. ?Are you on the menu? Cause I?m gonna gorge 
myself if you are.?

Willow giggled as Buffy?s hand slid around her waist and up to 
lightly fondle her breast. ?I think we?re having chicken but I could be 
persuaded to provide desert.?

?Yummy.?

============

Lunch was a relaxed affair for the most part, though Tara noticed 
Buffy?s attention wandering at times. She glanced at Willow and saw her 
watching their mistress curiously.

?Buffy? Is everything alright??

?Huh? Oh yeah, everything?s fine Will. I?m just?? Buffy rolled her 
eyes. ?I?m just trying to figure something out without talking to you guys 
about it. Which is a mistake that I should know better than to make.?

Tara leaned forward and laid a gentle hand on Buffy?s arm. ?What?s 
wrong??

?Faith is coming here.?

?Oh no. When?? Willow?s tone was bordering between outrage and dread.

Kennedy cleared her throat. ?Um, Faith??

Standing, Buffy walked to the French doors that were open to catch 
the afternoon warmth. ?Faith is the other Slayer.?

?Whoa. Other Slayer? I thought there was only one??

?Usually that?s true, however a loophole was discovered. I died.?

Kennedy?s eyes widened at that calm announcement. ?I take it that 
you got better??

Tara couldn?t stop the laughter that bubbled up with the scribe?s 
sarcastic question. ?It was only a light case of death. Nothing t-terminal.?

Buffy shook her head as the other women dissolved into giggles. ?I 
have comedians for an entourage.? She waited until the laughter subsided 
before continuing. ?My heart stopped for a few minutes. Xander brought me 
back with CPR. But it was enough for another slayer to be called. That?s 
Faith.?

?Okay, so there?s two slayers. What?s the problem??

?Faith is? a little wild.?

?Wild? As in..?

?As in she?s a bitch.? Willow?s sharp exclamation surprised 
Kennedy with its fierceness.

Buffy held her arms wide, calling Willow to her. ?Come here, Will.?

Willow let the Chosen?s arms surround her and forced herself to 
calm down. ?I?m sorry.?

Buffy cupped her face and kissed her tenderly. ?Don?t apologize. 
You have every right to be pissed with her. But you know that I?m not going 
to let anything happen to you right??

?Of course. She just makes me so mad.?

?Um, I?m kind of lost here. Is there something about Faith I 
should know??

Buffy sighed mightily. ?Willow was still my scribe when Faith was 
here the last time. She made it known that she wanted Willow in a more than 
scribely manner. Willow told her no but Faith? didn?t take no for an answer.?

Willow?s glare let everyone know exactly how she felt about that. 
The dark slayer had cornered the scribe in her bedroom, overpowering her 
and pinning her to the bed.

Afraid and angry, Willow had bitten lips attacking her own and 
screamed, bringing Buffy. The door had splintered at her entrance and Buffy 
had simply picked Faith up and threw her out the window. She had jumped 
after her and they had fought in the garden below.

?Buffy kicked her ass and sent her back to New York.? Willow?s 
delight in that was apparent.

?So why?s she coming back here??

?Not sure. The letter from her scribe simply said that Faith and 
her entourage would be arriving for a visit next week and that they 
expected to stay three days.?

?But you don?t have to let her stay here, right??

Buffy rubbed the space between her eyebrows. ?I?m not sure. With 
Faith, sometimes it?s best to have her close at hand where we can keep an 
eye on her.?

Tara rose, drawing everyone?s attention. ?Let her stay here. 
Willow is your Handmaiden. If Faith tries anything then you have the right 
to call challenge.?

?I knew letting you loose in the library was going to have 
interesting results.? Buffy looked at Kennedy. ?I don?t know why she?s 
coming but there is a possible danger from her. While Willow and Tara are 
protected by their positions as my shieldmates, you aren?t.?

Kennedy wondered what she was getting at. Since the night Buffy 
had seduced her two weeks ago, she had not been approached by the slayer 
since. Truthfully she was a little disappointed and somewhat saddened by 
the thought that Buffy had only used her.

?I?ve been patient these last weeks, letting you choose the pace 
of any possible relationship, but we?re running out of time.? Buffy?swords 
were a revelation.

?You were waiting? for me?? Color rose in the scribe?s cheeks. ?I 
thought? I thought you??

Buffy knelt by the brunette?s chair, taking her hands. ?Thought 
that it didn?t mean anything??

Kennedy nodded, causing Tara to chuckle. ?Buffy is many things, 
but she would never be that callous.?

So Buffy had truly wanted her that night. But what did she want 
from her now? ?What do you want from me? What am I supposed to say here??

?Fair questions. I want.. whatever you care to share with me. If 
you wish to join my house then I would welcome you as my third. Or if you 
want nothing more to do with me then I?ll respect that. Either way you?re 
still my scribe.?

Kennedy was confused and unwilling to make a decision that could 
effect her life like this without more thought. ?Can I think about this??

?You can take as long as you need Kennedy. Forget about Faith. 
Forget about the council. Focus on what you want to do, okay??


=============


Willow sat down on the edge of Kennedy?s desk and waited for her 
to look up.

?Um, yes??

?I was just wondering of there were any questions you wanted to 
ask me or Tara about the whole Handmaiden thing.?

Kennedy immediately blushed, much to Willow?s delight. ?Ah. 
Actually there was.? She straightened the papers in front of her nervously. 
Then picked them up and slid them into her current box. The stapler was 
crooked, so she lined it up with the edge of her desk lamp. Which was 
tilted slightly. Kennedy straightened that as well.

Willow waited, knowing that it would get out eventually.

?Doesn?t it bug you? Her wanting to sleep with other people??

?If I tried to look at it through normal eyes, then yeah it 
probably would.?

?Normal eyes??

?Eyes that don?t see what?s really going on in the world. Ones 
that are blind to vampires, werewolves and demons and all the other wacky 
ickyness that the Hellmouth spits out.?

?So you?re not jealous cause there?s vampires?? Kennedy? 
expression was doubtful.

?No, I can share the Slayer because she is the Slayer.? Sad 
knowledge filled her emerald eyes, make Kennedy?s heart lurch unexpectedly. 
?You?ve had the same lessons I had. You know that no Slayer has survived 
beyond her twenty-fifth year. Buffy?s twenty-two. She knows that every 
night when she steps out of this place to patrol that she may not come 
back.? Willow?s gaze hardened. ?Mind you, I intend on doing everything I 
can to make sure she breaks that record, kind of my personal quest.?

?So, it?s a carpe diem type thing??

?Yeah.? A pause. ?I love Tara. Even if I had never become Buffy?s 
scribe, somehow I know that Tara and I would have met. It probably makes me 
a terrible person but knowing that if? when something happens and 
Buffy?doesn?t make it back one night, that I won?t be alone? makes it a 
little easier to let the Slayer go out and be the Slayer.?

?You?re not a terrible person. I get it, ya?know? I see how it?s 
okay. Cause losing Buffy? that wouldn?t be an easy thing to survive.? 
Kennedy let her head fall forward into her hands. ?God. Even now I can?t 
wrap my head around the thought of her? dying. And I only slept with her once!?

Willow?s sympathetic chuckle made her look up. ?Sounds like 
Buffyitis. Its highly contagious, spreads fast and there?s no known cure.?

Fiddling with her pen, Kennedy asked, ?So Tara?s okay with this too??

Willow nodded. ?Yep. Though I was attracted to her from like the 
second we met, it was Buffy that brought her in so to speak. Some days I 
think that Buffy planned it this way on purpose.?

?To have two beautiful women falling all over her? Not a great 
stretch of the imagination there.?

?Not that? well not only that. I mean, it?s almost like she?s 
making sure that me and Tara will have somebody in case? you get my drift.?

?Yeah. She obviously cares for you both a great deal.? Her doubts 
about whether that could extend to her were apparent. Willow was quick to 
reassure her.

?Hey, don?t kid yourself. She really likes you. You stood right up 
to her and got in her face. Not many people have the guts to do that. She 
respects you.?

?Good to know. Thank you.? Kennedy tapped her pen against the 
desktop nervously. There was one other question she had to ask. She drew a 
breath and let it out.

?Howdoesthesexwork??

Willow felt herself blush, but answered. ?Ah. The... sex. Well, it 
depends.?

Feeling herself grow steadier as the redhead grew more flustered, 
Kennedy stood and hopped onto the desk next to Willow. ?I mean, do you 
take turns with Buffy, or do the three of you just kinda? go at it?? She 
was closer now, her breath stirring the strands of Willow?s hair, touching 
her cheek.

?Um.. I? both??

?Really?? Kennedy brushed the scarlet hair back behind a rose 
tinted ear and smiled. ?Wow. Blushing ears. I don?t think I?ve seen that 
before.?

Willow laughed nervously, wiping her damp palms dry on her jeans. 
?Well, I, uh?what was the question??

Kennedy caught the delicate flesh between her lips and nipped it 
gently. ?So if I join Buffy?s house I get to sleep with you too??

Willow?s gulp was audible. ?Yee..ssss. I? think, Buffy??She 
trailed off as Kennedy ran her tongue up the curve of her ear. ?Goddess!?

Tara watched this from the doorway, wondering for a moment if she 
should save Willow or help Kennedy. She smiled wickedly. It would be more 
pleasurable to help Kennedy.

Kennedy saw the blonde witch approaching but didn?t stop what she 
was doing.

Tara moved to stand between Willow?s legs and began unbuttoning 
the redhead?s shirt. ?One other thing you should know about, Kennedy.? She 
pushed the material off Willow?s shoulders, but didn?t pull it off 
completely. ?Here.?

Kennedy looked down at Willow?s bare breasts. ?Beautiful?

Tara chuckled and gripped Willow?s left breast. ?Yes, but I was 
talking about this.? She outlined the small tattoo marking the smooth 
flesh. ?The mark of the Handmaiden?

Kennedy wondered how she could have missed seeing this before. 
Tattooed in red ink were two cuneiform symbols.

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Tara slipped her own blouse off and unclasped her bra, letting 
fall to the floor. Ignoring the leap in her pulse, Kennedy focused on her 
left breast and saw an identical mark. ?What does it mean??

?Quite literally ?Her Hand?.?

Tara waved a hand and everything on Kennedy?s desk floated to the floor, 
leaving it clear to push Willow onto her back. She reached out and lightly 
pinched Willow?s nipples, making the young witch gasp.

Kennedy met Tara?s eyes and realized that she was being asked a 
question. No words were spoken but still she understood. She smiled slowly 
and nodded.

Willow felt her jeans being tugged off but had no time to consider 
this as her left breast was taken into Kennedy?s mouth. She arched up, but 
found that her arms were bound by the shirt still around her arms. Tara 
slid the tiny flower-dotted panties off and pushed their captive?s thighs 
open, exposing the damp curls to the afternoon light. She caught Kennedy?s 
hand and moved it to the inviting spot. ?Willow flows like a waterfall when 
she?s excited.?

Kennedy couldn?t believe what she was feeling. Her head was about 
to explode and as she plumbed the soaked folds she sensed Tara moving to 
stand behind her. Strong hands encircled her, gripping her breasts as an 
avarice mouth latched onto the back of her neck. Kennedy clenched her hands 
in reaction, electing an answering cry of pleasure from Willow.

As her own clothes fell away under Tara?s insistent hands, Kennedy 
felt herself falling as well; under the spell of the moment. In the back of 
her mind she acknowledged the fact that she might come to regret this 
decision but here and now what she and Tara and Willow were doing made 
perfect sense.

Tara urged the scribe to join Willow on the desk, maneuvering the 
brunette until she was lying across the redhead, able to taste the sweet 
delights waiting between her legs. Within moments, she felt herself being 
lifted slightly and realized that Tara had somehow managed to climb onto 
the desk with them. A stray concern about whether or not the desk would 
support them was chased away by a mouth on her own center. She moaned into 
Willow?s flooding core, making the woman under her jolt.

Straddling Willow?s head, Tara wasn?t surprised to feel a familiar 
tongue sucking the source of her pleasure. She pushed two fingers into 
Kennedy and began separating them, twisting them, making room for the 
addition of a third. A strangled moan was encouraged her and she stroked 
faster.

A movement beside them caught her attention and she looked up to 
find Buffy standing beside the desk. ?Mistress.?

Buffy?s smile was pleased and she ran her hand across Kennedy?s 
ass. ?Add another finger, Tara. Make her feel it.?

Dimly, Kennedy heard the words, but they didn?t make sense until 
she felt herself being stretched wider. Releasing the tight suction she had 
created around Willow?s clit, she cried out. ?Oh my God!?

Tara watched her Mistress, seeing her pleasure in Kennedy?s 
response. Buffy muttered something Tara couldn?t hear and she saw the top 
of a hobgoblin?s head as he passed something to her.

Buffy ordered him away and raised the bottle of lubricant over 
Tara?s busy hand. A cold stream poured out and Kennedy jumped. Buffy 
wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her still. Tara saw what her 
mistress wanted and folded her fingers against each other before pushing 
forward again. The extra fluid eased her passage and steady pressure soon 
pushed her deeply into the whimpering scribe.

Kennedy was going to die. She had to be. No one could survive 
sensations like this. She heard Buffy?s voice in her ear, encouraging her, 
even as she felt the Slayer?s fingers touching and pinching her clitoris. 
Kennedy screamed against Willow as she came, sending the redhead off as she 
convulsed.

Buffy held Kennedy up, preventing her from collapsing and 
squishing Willow. Tara carefully eased her hand out of the brunette and 
climbed off the desk. Buffy eased Kennedy down beside her First, aware that 
the scribe was no longer conscious. She kissed Willow?s sweat dampened 
forehead and turned to Tara.

?You are in for a serious reward.? So saying, she tossed the blonde witch 
over her shoulder and ran out of the office and up the stairs.

Willow tiredly kissed the knee beside her and let herself drift 
contentedly.

============

The night?s patrol was over and dinner was a distant memory. 
Kennedy sat uneasily in an oversized chair near the fireplace and watched 
as Willow and Tara prepared the bedroom for? Kennedy?s thoughts derailed 
and hyperventilating was starting to look very appealing. She was still 
reeling from the events of this afternoon, but she could not say she hadn?t 
enjoyed herself. Blushing at the memory, Kennedy tried to pull her thoughts 
back to the present as Willow cast the protection spell on the bedroom.

Tara lit the last candle and began undressing, her eyes fixed on 
Kennedy?s. ?I recommend b-breathing once in a while Kennedy.?

Willow giggled as she laid her pants aside, leaving her clad in a 
miniscule pair of red silk panties. ?I seem to recall that you fainted the 
first night Tar. Twice.?

Tara stuck her tongue out at the redhead. ?Exactly. Breathing 
would have helped that night.? She held her hands towards Kennedy, urging 
her closer.

Kennedy approached the women, fully aware that her face was 
flaming as her mind kept insisting on replaying the incident on her desk. 
?I, why am I so nervous? After today-.? She fell silent as Tara touchedher 
lips.

?Cause this is different.? She looked at the bathroom door and 
Kennedy followed her gaze to see Buffy standing there. Drawing in enough 
air became a problem as the scribe let her eyes wander over the naked and 
glistening form.

Buffy strolled into the room, completely comfortable in her nudity 
and not a little pleased at the reaction she was causing in the others. 
Stopping before Kennedy, Buffy clasped the brunette?s shoulders. ?I?mhappy 
you?re here.? She moved closer, capturing the scribe?s lips, pushing into 
her mouth and claiming her.

Kennedy?s knees disappeared on her and she could feel herself 
sinking against the Slayer, lost in the intensity of the kiss.

Powerful arms encircled her waist, keeping her standing as the 
Slayer began tasting her way down Kennedy?s neck. The low moan that escaped 
couldn?t have been stopped even if Kennedy had wanted to.

Willow was smiling indulgently at the scene, remembering her own 
journey into the delights that the slayer could provide. She felt Tara?s 
arms around her and leaned back against the taller witch, her head rolling 
back as her breasts were seized in a playfully rough grasp.

Buffy had picked Kennedy up and placed her on the large bed, 
sliding next to her, letting her hands wander freely across the willing 
girl?s body. Tugging and teasing the breasts before her, Buffy brought 
Kennedy closer and closer to climax, yet keeping her from going over. ?Willow.?

Willow was beside her a moment later, and Buffy could feel the 
harness being buckled into place around her.

Kennedy felt the blunt width pressing against her opening and 
cried out, clutching Buffy close as she was slowly and steadily invaded. 
?Oh God! Buffy!?

Buffy began an unhurried pace, her eyes locked on Kennedy?s face, 
wanting to see her, wanting to learn her expressions as she was pleasured.

Her hips rising to meet the Slayer?s thrusts, Kennedy could feel 
her mind separating from her body until there was only the awareness of the 
woman taking her body higher and higher.

Buffy increased her pace, driving the scribe over the edge in a 
sudden rush and then dragging the orgasm out, prolonging it with untiring 
plunges and forcing the body under her to crest again in pleasure.

Kennedy was writhing against Buffy, pinned in place and unable to 
escape the continuing onslaught. Again and again she was thrown over the 
precipice until time had lost all meaning and her body was shaking 
uncontrollably. Her sobbing cries were finally answered as Buffy shuddered 
to climax above her, collapsing on top of the scribe as the waves of 
ecstasy crashed through her.

As they laid there, lungs straining for air, the bed?s other 
occupants were carrying on with their own pursuits as Tara continued her 
assault between Willow?s legs. The redhead was returning the favor with 
cheerful abandon.

============

?Tara, you aren?t hunting tonight.? Buffy took the bracers from 
the blonde and undid the thick collar. She unbuttoned the silk shirt and 
tugged it off. The bra followed. Buffy wrapped Tara?s cloak around her 
shoulders and drew it closed. ?Willow your job is to protect Tara tonight, 
understand??

Kennedy watched all this in confusion wondering at the Slayer?s 
motive. Willow was just smiling, the kind of smile that made one?s mind go 
to naughty places. ?I understand.?

Kennedy didn?t find out what Buffy was up to until later in the 
cemetery. Buffy flipped over a headstone and staked two vampires 
simultaneously. The dust settled around her and Buffy returned to where 
Tara was waiting.

The Slayer pushed the blonde back against the side of a mausoleum 
and opened her cloak, exposing her breasts to the chill of the night. Her 
nipples hardened instantly in the cold and Buffy cupped the bounty before 
her, bringing it to her mouth, tasting and sucking. Tara threw her head 
back, gasping as the wet trail from Buffy?s mouth cooled in the night air. 
Buffy thrust her knee between Tara?s legs, pushing against her center, 
taking over the witch?s body and making it dance to the tune she was setting.

And then she released her, pulling away and closing the cloak, 
turning to race back into the darkness, leaving Tara slumped against the 
cold stone wall. Willow took her arm and they followed after Buffy, keeping 
the Slayer in sight.

Within minutes Buffy had beheaded a demon and staked another 
vampire. Kennedy watched her zero in on Tara and knew that the blonde was 
in for another round of frantic fondling.

Tara saw the gleam in Buffy?s eyes and moaned involuntarily. 
Strong hands griped her waist, pulling her close until she was straddling 
the Chosen?s thigh. Her cloak swung open again and Buffy was biting her 
breasts, little nips that bordered the line between pleasure and pain. 
?G-Goddess! Please Mistress!?

Buffy?s naughty laugh vibrated around and through the nipple in 
her teeth making Tara cry out.

Without warning she let go of Tara, pushing her into Willow?s arms 
as she spun around, a stake flying from her hands.

The vampire that had been watching them exploded, but Buffy didn?t 
even look. She drew the short sword at her side and turned back to Tara.

Slipping the cold metal between Tara?s leather pants and the warm 
flesh of her stomach, Buffy pulled the blade towards her, causing the 
leather to split. Tara was shuddering by the time Buffy had finished 
cutting the garment away, leaving her clad only in her boots and cloak.

Willow was careful to stay close, seeing that the blonde was 
having difficulty standing. She shot Kennedy a happy grin and turned back 
to watch Buffy kneel in front of Tara.

Tara clutched at Buffy?s shoulders as the Slayer?s tongue stabbed 
into the sodden folds between her legs. Her ragged cry was broken as the 
oxygen left her body in a sudden rush, caused by Buffy?s teeth closing 
firmly around her clit. And then Buffy was gone again.

Willow wrapped her arms around Tara, holding her up, keeping her 
moving.

As Buffy killed her fifth vampire of the evening, Kennedy realized 
that she had yet to take a signal note about the night?s activities. She 
lifted her pen only to let it fall again as Buffy lifted Tara up, perching 
her bottom on the edge of a tombstone and spreading her legs wide.

Tara?s eyes were clouded with desire, her breath coming in quick 
pants. Buffy slid her hand into the dripping curls between Tara?s legs as 
her mouth latched onto a breast, suckling powerfully, making the blonde 
witch cry out. Her fingers pushed deep, flexing and thrusting as Tara began 
to rock against her, gripping her shoulders. A hoarse scream echoed though 
the still graveyard as Tara came, shuddering violently.

Willow was there when Buffy let the witch go, keeping her from 
falling.

Buffy laughed in delight, feeling the approach of predators that 
had been drawn to the sound of Tara?s scream. She drew the sword from her 
side again and ran, the thrill of the hunt taking her, adding to the 
arousal that was fueling her blood.

Kennedy couldn?t accurately recall what all died at Buffy?s hands 
that night, but she did know that Tara had been brought to orgasm at least 
five times as the group worked their way through several graveyards.

Only when the sky began to lighten did Buffy finally stop her 
hunt. But Tara?s torment was not over. Kennedy drove the car back to the 
mansion, her hands gripping the wheel as she tried to focus on the road and 
not what she could see in the rear view mirror.

Tara was on Buffy?s lap, her legs spread over the Slayer?s, 
leaving her open completely. Buffy?s hand was deep within Tara?s core, her 
fist rocking gently as her other hand spread the glorious globes of her 
ass, fingers probing and invading the narrow opening that tried to deny her.

?Mistress! Please! Aaaaa!? Tara?s voice was climbing higher as 
Buffy delved the dark places of her body, claiming them as hers.

Buffy?s teeth scraped against the smooth throat, marking it. ?Who 
do you belong to??

?You M-Mistress! Only you!?

Buffy?s teeth sank into Tara?s shoulder as her words triggeredher 
own release. Tara felt the flare of pain and exploded, sensations 
bombarding her in a riot that her mind could not process. Consciousness 
receded and she collapsed against Buffy.

=============

Buffy laid Tara onto the bed and drew the covers over her 
exhausted form. She pressed a soft kiss to the blonde?s cheek and faced her 
other lovers. ?I hope you guys aren?t sleepy, cause I really need to fuck 
you both right now.?

Kennedy?s journal hit the floor at the declaration while Willow 
joyfully began shedding her clothes.

==============

Kennedy stared at her reflection in the mirrors above the bed, 
her mind spinning with the images of the day.

Being on her hands and knees as Buffy took her from behind, Willow 
spread before her like a banquet.

Her cries of need as she strained against the shackles holding her 
down while Buffy and Willow teased and tormented her.

Holding Willow between herself and Buffy as twin dildos pierced 
the redhead.

The scribe saw the blush filling her cheeks and smiled a little. 
She had made up her mind. Kennedy rolled over and slid on top of Buffy, 
raining kisses across her breasts until the Slayer stirred.

Buffy opened her eyes and grinned lazily. ?And you guys say I?m 
insatiable.?

Kennedy looked down at her mistress and swallowed hard against the 
sudden knot of emotion that balled in her throat. She stroked Buffy?s face, 
trying to form the words to express what she was feeling.

Buffy could see the storm in the brunette?s eyes and her struggle. 
She traced the kiss-swollen lips. ?It?s all right, Tiger. I know.?

?I want? I need??

?Shhh.? Buffy rose, getting out of bed and pulling Kennedy with 
her. She picked up her black cloak and pulled it on before facing her. She 
took the scribe?s hand and held it palm up. ?May I shelter you with my love??

?I accept your shelter.? Kennedy was shaking but she managed to speak.

Buffy enfolded Kennedy within her cloak.

?May I embrace you with my love??

?I am surrounded by your love.?

Buffy?s arms wrapped around her.

?May I shield you with my love??

?I accept your shield and offer you my own.?

Buffy kissed Kennedy?s forehead, then both cheeks. Her lips. The 
smooth skin over her heart. Her stomach. The dark nest of curls that hid 
her womanhood. And finally both her feet. Buffy stood and laid her hand 
over Kennedy?s heart. ?You are mine. Let all that challenge this fall 
beneath my blade. You are my hand.? She placed Kennedy?s hand over her 
heart. ?Without you I am not whole. I take you to my heart and we are united.

Kennedy didn?t move, unsure of what, if anything she should do. 
Buffy?s serious expression relaxed suddenly and she smiled. ?And now you 
are my Third.?

?Awesome.? Willow?s quiet approval washed over Kennedy and she 
could feel a somewhat goofy grin spreading over her face.

Climbing out of bed, Willow opened the wardrobe beside the bed and 
took out a flat wooden box. She carried it to Buffy before moving to wake Tara.

?Tar? Wake up sweetie. Buffy has taken Kennedy as her handmaiden.?

Tara beamed sleepily at the scribe as she got up and crossed the 
room to hug the scribe. ?Welcome to the family.?

Buffy gestured for Kennedy to sit down in the chair by the 
fireplace and laid the box on the table beside it. She opened the lid, 
removing a small stoppered bottle, a tiny, thimble-size glass and a long 
thin needle. Filling the glass with the red ink from the bottle, Buffy 
stepped aside to let Willow cast a quick spell over the liquid.

Kennedy wanted to ask but her attention became riveted on Buffy as 
she picked up the needle and dipped it into the ink. As Buffy grasped her 
breast, Kennedy couldn?t help but close her eyes, not sure she wanted to watch.

She felt the first sting of the needle piercing her skin and bit 
her lip, wondering if it was going to get worse or if that was as bad as it 
would be. Opening an eye, Kennedy glanced down and watched as the blood 
welled from the fresh lines being made.

Buffy worked quickly, her hand a blur as it marked Kennedy as her 
Third. A few moments was all it took and then Buffy was drawing away, 
carefully handing the needle to Willow who took it and the rest of the 
tattoo supplies into the bathroom to be cleaned. ?There. That wasn?t too 
bad was it??

Kennedy saw the look on the Slayer?s face and realized that she 
really wanted to know. ?No, it wasn?t. I?ve had more painful hangnails.? 
Buffy?s relieved smile felt like a reward, warming her heart. She looked 
down at the new tattoo and saw that the bleeding had stopped already.

Buffy ran her fingers under the mark. ?The spell Willow cast seals 
the wound as well as ensuring that the ink will never fade.?

Kennedy caught Buffy?s hand and pressed a kiss to her palm. ?I?m 
honored that you chose me to join with you. I?ll try not to disappoint you.?

?As if that were even possible,? Buffy chided gently. ?You just be 
you, Tiger. That?s everything I could want.?

tbc

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