#willowkenny.

I found him whom my soul loves.

our muses first sexual experience + sender sensually undresses receiver

They're so maddeningly in love and they haven't said it once. Neither of them needs to -- in a world where being quiet keeps you alive, you learn to communicate without exchanging a word between you:

Kenny touches the small of her back as they watch the sunset; she presses her temple to his bicep, and they both smile. They both know.

It's been months of this way of living, really. They still talk of course, but not for the unnecessary things. He kissed her once, and she kissed him back another time. They don't need to say why, they don't need to ask the other what it means. Willow has never needed to be made certain of his feelings.

Tabby knows, too, which is why she’s given them privacy for the day. It’s probably the first time they’ve been really alone in here since they found her again and Willow can’t say that she isn’t enjoying how it feels to be able to touch him the way that she wants to without making anybody else uncomfortable.

They lit some candles, for tonight. The interior of the RV is amber, curtains drawn and — quiet, so quiet. Clean sheets. Somebody must have changed them.

“Bet you missed your bed,” Willow murmurs, staring up at the ceiling. They’re just laying there together, for now. Kenny is on his side, looking at her. Their fingers barely touching atop the covers. Willow turns to look at him. “Maybe you could…”

And that’s about all the words they have for one another.

Kenny begins to close the distance between them and Willow meets him in the middle. Their lips don’t crash passionately against one another, instead softly lock with a tenderness that deepens into need. Willow has her eyes closed, but occasionally when they come up for breath, she catches glimpses of his eyes, the flush on his cheeks beneath her fingertips. Their legs tangle, bodies rocking gently against one another until Willow finds herself sitting over him, one layer down as he unbuttons her flannel with barely steadied hands.

There is no rush to this; they have waited a long time and they have all night. Willow feels the press of need against her inner thigh and trembles slightly when she thinks of how badly she needs, too.