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4 Times Satsu Didn’t Have Smoochies With the Scoobies (And 2 Times That She Did)

2. Kennedy

They were drawing quite an audience, but Satsu actually didn’t mind all that much. Just the opposite, in fact–she grabbed Kennedy and pulled her even tighter against her, grinding their hips together in rhythm with the pulsing beat of the music. More and more heads throughout the club turned in their direction.

There had been a time–not all that long ago, either–when having so many people staring at her would’ve sent her running for the nearest exit, almost hyperventilating. But she’d changed. She’d discovered a strength inside herself, and with it, self-confidence. She could lead a team of badass female killing machines into battle, and go toe-to-toe with the evilest monsters around, and she could do it while being herself, without having to conform to anyone’s expectations of what she ‘should’ be.

And she could also go out at night and dance all sexy with whoever the hell she wanted, and enjoy the attention she got for it.

All because of Buffy.

Buffy had given her her power, and taught her how to use it. Buffy had been a role model, showing her that it was possible to be strong, stay feminine, and remain true to yourself. And Buffy had loved her–physically, at least, if not emotionally.

And then Buffy had let her down güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri easy.

Okay, so it wasn’t as if she hadn’t been expecting it. But then to see her again earlier that afternoon on the videoconference, and have her treat her as if she were nothing more than Lieutenant Satsu, Head of the Tokyo Squad… That had stung. And it was the main reason she and Kennedy were here now, still dancing, as full of energy as the clock approached one a.m. as they had been when the night had been brand-new.

It had been a whirlwind afternoon leading up to it, though. It seemed like they’d hit every shop in downtown Tokyo, and had put a couple of majorly-impressive dents in their respective Slayer Organization expense accounts. Almost everything they’d bought had been ordered to be delivered back to the slayer-compound outside the city, but as the sun had begun going down they’d put on their newest borderline-slutty outfits and begun making the rounds at the clubs. Satsu had already had a couple more beers than she was used to, but she was still feeling fine, thank you very much, and Kennedy had been polite enough not to let her drink alone.

“I think you’ve got a fan club,” the other slayer said into her ear at one point, speaking loudly enough to be heard over the music.

“Yeah–everyone in here!” Satsu answered with a grin.

“No, I mean tipobet I think you’ve got a fan club. Of one.”

Without missing a beat in her dancing, Satsu followed Kennedy’s eyes and saw who she was talking about. Sitting alone at a table near the edge of the dance floor was a blonde woman, watching her and smiling in a semi-inviting way. And Satsu understood what Kennedy meant: the woman wasn’t watching them. She was watching her. Satsu.

“So? Go talk to her,” Kennedy urged. “Do the moving-on thing. A good long night of hot, sweaty, meaningless sex is just what you need right now. Rinse all that leftover ‘Buffy’ stuff out of your system so you can be all sparkly-clean and ready when the next chance for a real relationship comes along.”

It was funny–Satsu hadn’t even thought about Buffy in, oh, at least an hour. But as soon as Kennedy mentioned her name, Satsu saw the similarities between her and the blonde woman over at the table. The blonde hair, the green eyes, the quirky little nose… And even though the similarities ended there, and the resemblance wasn’t really all that strong, for just a moment (probably helped along by the alcohol) Satsu was convinced that the woman was Buffy.

She’s just gonna blow me off like that, huh? Well, I’ll show her. If she’s gonna move on, I’ll let her see just how good I am at moving on, too.

Their bodies were already perabet pressed pretty tightly together, but now Satsu grabbed Kennedy by the hair and crushed her lips against hers, reaching up with her other hand to grope her through her clothes.

“Whoa! What the hell!” Kennedy demanded after breaking free. She stepped back and wiped the back of her wrist across her mouth.

“Oh, no…” Satsu murmured, realizing what she’d just done. “Oh, Kennedy, I didn’t mean–”

“Okay, I’m with Willow,” the other woman informed her. “I’m very happy with her. Just ’cause I’m the ‘other lesbian slayer’ and I go out dancing with you for a couple of hours, that doesn’t mean I wanna tear your clothes off and screw your brains out, you know.”

“I know that–!”

“I was trying to do you a favour!” Kennedy practically screamed at her. “Give you a fun night out, help you take your mind off things for a little while.”

“I know, and I’m sorry. It was stupid. I don’t know what I was–”

“I think we should go home,” she said, turning from hurt-and-angry to calm-and-cold. “I have an early flight tomorrow, and Willow’s meeting me at the airport in Glasgow.”

As they left the club, Satsu felt on the verge of crying. She’d made a friend. A friend who understood her and everything she was going through maybe better than anyone else on earth could ever do, and who would have been willing to be there for her anytime she’d needed to talk about anything.

And she’d screwed it up.

Screwed it up royally.

She’d changed in so many ways since becoming a slayer, but unfortunately, not in a couple of the biggies: she was still an idiot, and her life still sucked.

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