A/N: As always, I blame Emony. This is merely a humour piece, and no offence
is meant.
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Kennedy was feeling particularly frustrated.
The Slayers and associates had made their way to LA, where they set up camp in some grotty abandoned hotel. She’d been left behind as what was referred to as the “core Scooby group” (and surely she’d earned Scoob status by now?) had gone off to visit Buffy’s ex-boyfriend who now ran some huge law firm. Willow hadn’t been able to stop talking about this Fred person since they’d got here, who worked for this other good vampire. How many souled vampires were there anyway? It was almost as if there was no need for Slayers if all the bad guys were turning good.
Expecting to be taken along with Willow, Kennedy had no other plans for the weekend. So here she was, abandoned, bored and with no other company than the irritating geek boy. Andrew had found a Playstation from somewhere, and was currently engaged in ogling Lara Croft. For some reason, this irritated Kennedy more than anything.
“Quit that! You do realise that you’re gay?”
Her voice took Andrew by surprise. He hurriedly paused his game and turned to face Kennedy. “What makes you think that?”
This was too much. “I don’t know. Maybe just looking at you?”
Andrew looked offended. “That’s a little presumptuous of you now.”
Kennedy sighed. “Oh please. The first time I saw you I figured you’d been tied up as part of some kinky sex game, probably with Xander. Besides, are you trying to say that nothing went on with you and that psycho Warren? I’ve heard you talk in your sleep, you know.”
Andrew looked abashed. “Well I’m not denying that I’ve had certain ‘experiences’.” A touch of defiance entered his voice here. “But that doesn’t give you the right to force a label on me.”
“Sure,” said Kennedy sarcastically. “And how many women have you ‘experienced’?”
“Oh lots and lots!”
“Real women?”
Andrew was less enthusiastic in his reply this time. “I’ve not had that many opportunities to… Anyway, what about you? How can you be sure you’re gay if you’ve never tried it with a guy?”
Now things were getting ridiculous. “I’ve been with plenty of guys. I prefer women - that’s what being a lesbian means.”
“Oh.” With that the uncomfortable silence returned. Both of them refused to look at each other, yet were unable to return to their previous pursuits.
Finally Kennedy had had enough. “Fuck this!” she said, grabbing Andrew and kissing him roughly. After a few seconds of hesitation, he responded with equal passion.
It was all a whole lot more enjoyable than she’d expected. Very much more so. A little voice inside of her pointed out that she should be stopping soon, but she ignored it. After all, she had to provide Andrew with a proper straight experience.
“Hi! We’re back.” Willow’s voice rang out from the foyer downstairs.
Kennedy pulled back with a start. “See? We’re both very very gay.” She wiped her mouth and tidied her hair. “This never happened,” she said and walked out.
A couple of moments later, she poked her head around the door to say, “Remember, you, me, gay.” Then she was gone.
A mildly confused Andrew shrugged and returned to the Playstation. If this was what happened when you were gay, he should have come out earlier.