“Tara is NOT a *****. You’d be wise to watch your mouth when you speak about her… Better yet, don’t speak about her!” Willows voice dropped to a dangerous level and she could feel the power twitching under her skin. Kennedy recovered quickly and returned to the space directly in front of Willow, filling her personal space and making it perfectly clear that she was challenging her.

“Don’t ever hit me again!” she growled.

“I’m warning you Kennedy, back the hell up!” Willow growled right back, her fury mounting with every passing second.

“Or what, you gonna use one of your little magic tricks on me?”

“Kennedy!” Willow snarled, her eyes swimming in obsidian death. “Back up or I’m gonna back you up!”

Seeing the change in the usually perfect green eyes, Kennedy took a few steps back and sat heavily on the end of the bed.

“Her time is passed, you can’t just play with me like that, I won’t allow it!” she told Willow gently, her voice conveying her displeasure despite its low volume.

“You won’t allow it?” Willow asked incredulously. “And since when did you become the boss of me?”

“Willow, we went on a date and we kissed. You want it as much as I do, her arrival doesn’t change that!”

“Where do you get off telling me what I want? Unless you haven’t been paying attention at all, it was you who came onto me! You who organised the ‘date’ and you who initialised the kiss! Did you ever ask me if I wanted to go out with you? No! You decided that you were sleeping in my room, you lied about being sick and then you left me with no choice but to go with you last night.”

 Kennedy remained silent but glared up at the redhead from her place on the bed. “If you had listened to a single ***** word I said to you, then you’d know that I love Tara!!!!!! I always have and I always will, you are nothing but a spoilt, selfish brat who needs a firm dose of reality before the Big Bad comes along and makes sushi from your wanna-slay *****!” Willow screamed.