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The Rogue Slayer	By : Kinetickid Category: BtVS AU/AR > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 12311 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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�Go �way.� Faith grumbles pulling Tara in tighter against her.

Tara groans, slowly opening her eyes. As she realizes where she is, she tries to figure out how she came to be practically laying across the slayer. Smirking as she realizes the slayer is holding her hostage against her, she realizes the woman probably dragged her on top of her sometime during the night. As a firm knock sounds on the door, Tara frowns, looking at the clock, surprised when she sees it�s almost 9:00.

�Go the fuck away! Sleepin�.� Faith yells, slowly opening her eyes, a smile working it�s way across her face at the laughing blue eyes looking down at her. ��Mornin�.� Faith rumbles as she captures the witch�s lips in a heated kiss.

As Faith finally releases her, Tara raises an eyebrow. �You going to let me up so I can find out who�s at the door?�

�Nope. They can come back at a decent hour.� Faith grumbles before looking at the clock, her eyes opening wide at the time. �Oops, guess this is a decent hour, huh?� She smiles happily. �Slept good. Probably the spectacular sex that did me in. Got to do it more, see if that�s what caused me being able to sleep so good and for so long.� Faith leers at the witch, finally releasing her from her grasp, chuckling as Tara pinches her gently on the hip.

�Clothes or cover up with the bedding?� Tara questions quickly as she drags on clothes as another loud knock sounds on the door. �COMING!� Tara yells, rolling her eyes.

�Throw me that t-shirt. I won�t bother about the shorts.� Faith grins wickedly at the witch, making her laugh.

�You�re bad.� Tara throws the t-shirt at the woman, going to stand by the door, grinning hugely at the smirk on the slayer�s face. As Faith sits up in the bed, tucking the sheets around her lower body, she grins innocently at Tara, making her laugh as she opens the door. �Mr. Giles, good morning.� Tara allows the older gentleman to come into the room, blushing lightly.

�Yo, tweed man. What�s up?� Faith bites her lip to keep from laughing as Tara blushes.

�You seem to be doing well.� Giles comments, setting the bag of donuts on the desk as he walks over to the chair, pulling it up to the bed.

�Yeah. I suggest Witchy healing for what ails a person.� Faith allows a small smirk to cross her face as she hears an extremely quiet whimper come from Tara as she�s digging around in the refrigerator.

�Ah, yes. Miss Maclay, I want to thank you for taking care of Faith in her time of need.� Giles looks back at the blushing witch.

�It wasn�t anything.� Tara smiles self consciously at the watcher. �Would you like a soda, or maybe some water?� Tara questions turning her gaze quickly on the slayer, silently asking her what she wants.

�I�m fine, thank you.� Giles smiles gently at the witch.

�Soda, thanks, Tare.� Faith let�s Tara know what she wants, smiling as the witch grabs two sodas out of the refrigerator, bringing one to her. Faith pats the bed beside her, letting Tara know she wants her to sit down. �So, what brings you by here early this morning? I figured you�d be at the shop.� Faith questions, opening the soda and taking a long swig.

�I was wanting to see how you were fairing. I must admit, I was expecting to see you doing poorly, but you seem quite well.� Giles raises an eyebrow questioning the slayer, without saying anything.

�Witch.� Faith pats Tara�s leg, grinning ear from ear. �She�s got magical healing down pat. Plus she�s been shoving damn pills down my throat and makin� me sleep.�   Faith leaves her hand on Tara�s thigh, squeezing gently.

�I can only take partial credit. Faith�s not been arguing too terribly much, and her slayer healing has been working overtime on healing the rest of her. Actually, if Faith and I could get out of town, I could finish healing her completely. It might make her tired, for the rest of today and tonight, but she would in effect be healed completely.� Tara smiles softly at Faith, before glancing back at a curious looking Giles.

�How long would you need?� Giles questions, watching the interaction between the two women. When he realizes that Faith seems to be almost caressing the woman�s thigh, and Tara is leaning her body more into the slayer, Giles blushes lightly, yanking his glasses off and pinching the bridge of his nose, missing the look Faith gives to Tara.

Faith smirks wickedly as Giles figures it out, turning her grin on Tara, she can�t help but give the witch a quick kiss. �Two down.� Faith whispers.

Chuckling, Tara slides her arm behind the slayer, pinching the slayer�s ass on her way to hugging her against her side.

�Dear, Lord.� Giles mutters as he opens his eyes as Faith kisses Tara. �When did this�� Giles blushes and waves his hand between the two.

�What, Giles?� Faith questions with a lift of her eyebrow, smirking as she hears Tara whispering vixen.

�You two, when did you two happen?� Giles coughs, blushing a little darker.

�Why? Does it matter?� Faith questions curiously, watching the watcher.

�No. No, it doesn�t.� Giles leans back, the surprise evident on his face. �You�re seeing each other?�

�Not yet, but planning on it as soon as the witch says she�ll go out with me, instead of just screwing me insane.� Faith grins.

�Faith!� Tara hisses. �I�ll go out with you whenever you want. When I�m not studying for finals.� Tara qualifies. �That is, if you behave, at least a little bit.�

�No, studying and school is important for you. Tare�� Faith hesitates looking in the witch�s eyes. �Can I ask him?� Faith questions softly, more breathing the words into Tara�s ear, as she raises her eyebrows and tilts her head towards the watcher.

�Not now, please.� Tara pleads silently with the slayer, smiling in relief as Faith nods her assent. �Thank you.�

Giles wait�s patiently for the two to finish their whispered conversation, watching the slayer intently. Surprised as he noticed the obvious care showing on her face and her mannerisms for Tara. When they both glance back at him, he raises an eyebrow. �I was going to offer you a ride to wherever it is that you need to go, if you want.� Giles offers.

�Giles, I hate to say it, but we could probably walk to wherever it is before you could get there in that excuse you call a car.� Faith snarks at the watcher.

�That is a fine automobile. There is nothing wrong with it.� Giles states stiffly.

�Giles, that thing won�t go faster than 35 mph!� Faith grumbles at the man. �You need to put it out of everyone�s misery, is what you need to do.�

Tara laughs quietly at the two bickering back and forth. �Sweetie?� Tara questions softly, watching as Faith turns to look at her immediately. Running a thumb over the still lightly bruised cheek, she smiles gently. �He�s offering to take us out there so you can be healed completely. I think we should take him up on it.�

�Okay.� Faith sighs quietly. �But I warned ya�.� Faith narrows her eyes on the witch, before smiling gently. �We�re gonna have to get dressed.� Faith frowns deeply. �What am I gonna wear?�

�I think I might have something you can wear. It isn�t your normal attire, but it�ll cover you.� Tara smiles apologetically at the slayer.

�Beggars can�t be choosers.� Faith states shrugging her shoulders, looking back at the watcher. Faith wait�s a few minutes, raising her eyebrow when he continues to sit there. �Giles, you got thirty seconds to get out of here, or I�m getting dressed in front of ya�.� Faith chuckles loudly as his eyes go wide, he jumps up and makes a mad dash out of the room.

Tara can�t help but laugh at the comical display of the watcher almost tripping over his own two feet to get out of the room. �You are rotten.� Tara finally gets out between laughing fits.

�No, if I�d been rotten, I would have just stood up and stripped off this t-shirt.� Faith states as she does just that, smirking as Tara�s eyes caress over her body. �Now, that would have been rotten.�

�No, that would have been downright cruel.� Tara whispers standing, kissing Faith deeply. �Teasing Mr. Giles with this hot, sexy, muscular body.� Tara runs a hand down the woman�s sides, clasping her hips gently. �Then he really would have been embarrassed when I did what I just did.� Tara kisses her briefly.

Faith sighs, as she realizes they aren�t going to have any morning lovings. Accepting the shirt and jeans Tara hands her, she eyes them for a moment, before pulling them on.

Tara chuckles at the baggy jeans. �Here, sweetie.� Tara hands her a belt and socks. �Would you like a tank top to wear under the button down shirt? I know my bras won�t fit you, so I won�t even ask.�

�You didn�t ask if I wanted a pair of panties.� Faith lifts her eyebrow questioningly as she accepts the tank top, pulling it on and tucking it into the jeans. Threading the belt through the loops, she pulls it tight before sitting down on the edge of the bed, inhaling deeply. �I�m surprised he didn�t smell the sex when he came in here.� Faith admits, grinning as she pulls on the socks then her heavy boots.

�Maybe it�s been so long, he�s forgotten what it smells like.� Tara offers as she quickly changes, glancing up smiling, as Faith chuckles.

�And you say I�m rotten!� Faith pulls the other shirt on, leaving it unbuttoned while she flips up the cuffs, watching Tara. �I want to take you shopping.� Faith whispers. �Will you let me?�

Tara looks up with confused eyes. �Shopping for what?� Tara pulls on her boots, tying them quickly before standing and making the bed quickly watching as Faith grabs her shower kit and walks to the door.

�Come on in, tweed.� Faith grins at the watcher. �We gotta go to the bathroom we�ll be back in a couple minutes.�

Tara chuckles as she pulls an extra blanket out from her bottom drawer, placing it on the end of the bed to take with them. �Make yourself comfortable, Mr. Giles.� Tara smiles briefly at the watcher as she quickly follows a chuckling Faith down to the bathroom.

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�Are you sure you won�t need me for a couple hours?� Giles questions as he pulls off the road, looking at the two women.

�Give us at least three hours.� Tara smiles at the watcher. �I want to make sure she�s healed completely and have time to re-charge my own batteries. Actually four would probably be better.�

Giles glances at his watch. �So two o�clock?� He questions looking back at the two women.

�Two would be great.� Tara bites the inside of her lip before a grin crosses her face.

�Tweed?� Faith looks at the watcher, when he nods his head for her to go ahead, she smirks. �Don�t tell the rest about us. I wanna see how long it takes them to figure it out.�

Giles shakes his head, blushing. �Buffy already feels that something�s going on, but she just can�t figure out what.�

�I don�t think it�ll ever occur to her, unless she sees us makin� out, or somethin�.� Faith admits, laughing. �But I feel like fuckin� with them some.�

�As long as it doesn�t interfere with anything, I have no problem with it.� Giles finally chuckles quietly. �I honestly don�t know how you two came to get together. And I don�t think I want to know!� Giles raises a hand as he watches Faith start opening her mouth, a wicked glint in her eyes. �Especially whatever is going through your mind, Faith. But as long as you two are happy, I�m not going to begrudge you being together. I�ll be back at two.� Giles chuckles again as he pulls away.

Faith carries the small backpack Tara insisted on bringing while Tara carries the blanket. �So, how come I got this feeling you told tweed that it�d take longer than it actually will?�

�Maybe because your feeling is right.� Tara smirks at the slayer. �Have you ever spent hours making love in the afternoon sun by a beautiful lake?�

Faith laughs at the purely wicked gleam in Tara�s eyes. �No, but I have a feeling I�m about to.�

�Well, you do realize sex magic is some of the most powerful magic there is, don�t you?� Tara nibbles on her lip as they walk towards the lake.

�It is?� Faith wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her in snugly against her side. �I feel pretty good, you know that, don�t you?�

�Yes, but I also see some of the pain streaking through your body. I know you block part of it out, I�m assuming it�s your normal reaction with your slayerness, but I want you healed completely. No hints of pain, no bruises, no phantom pains, even.� Tara runs her hand up, playing softly over the skin at the nape of the slayer�s neck.

�How you gonna do that?� Faith questions, moaning quietly as the fingers stroke firmly over her neck.

�Do you like a firm touch?� Tara questions softly, hearing the moan.

�Yeah. The firmer the better.� Faith�s moans turn into groans as Tara kneads a lot firmer. �You didn�t answer my question.�

�With your actual wounds, I�ll heal them. The phantom pain is somewhat different.� Tara admits softly as they walk around the far side of the lake.

�How different?� Faith questions. �It isn�t that bad.�

�That�s because you�re blocking it out. But eventually it�ll need to work its way out of you. I�m going to take it away from you, recycling it back into nature.� Tara smiles as she comes to her favorite spot, stopping she spreads the blanket out on the ground. Bending down, she quickly unties her boots, sliding them off before she pulls off her socks. Standing, her eyes twinkling, Tara slowly unbuttons her shirt, shrugging it off to fold it neatly, laying it beside her shoes before unsnapping her bra, laying it on top of her shirt.

Faith unconsciously licks her lips as the witch finishes stripping.

�It helps if you take your clothes off.� Tara grins crookedly at her lover before she sits down on the blanket, leaning back on her elbows as she watches the slayer strip in record time. Watching as Faith bends over, she sees the brief flare of pain in her aura. �One thing, you�re going to have to let me do this, sweetie. At my own pace. You can touch me and do anything to me, but you can�t make me climax or interfere in what I�m doing. Do you think you can do that?�

�What�s it going to consist of?� Faith questions hoarsely as she finishes yanking off her clothes, lying down over the witch, forcing her to lay down flat on the blanket, her body brushing lightly against the witch�s.

�Pretty much multiple orgasms for you.� Tara grins wickedly at the slayer.

�I�m all for that. But what does it mean for you?� Faith questions, shifting one of her thighs between Tara�s legs, pressing it gently into the witch, smiling at the heat she encounters.

�Being on the brink of going crazy from not being able to climax until I�ve drawn all the pain out of your body and psyche.� Tara�s eyes darken as Faith starts a slow rocking motion, her thigh rubbing against her clit.

�And what happens after you draw it out?� Faith starts nipping down the witch�s neck, sucking at the woman�s pulse point, smiling as she releases the skin as she hears a low moan.

�I take it from where I�ve gathered it within myself, dispersing it into mother nature as I orgasm.� Tara arches her back as Faith licks her way down her chest.

�Gather it into you?� Faith frowns slightly.

�Yes. Don�t worry about it, sweetie. I�ve done this before.� Tara runs a thumb over the slayers furrowed brows. �Roll over, sweetie. Touch me wherever you want, kiss whatever is in reach.�

�I don�t like the sounds of you doing this.� Faith shakes her head. �You can heal me, but leave the pains. I�ll deal.�

�Don�t make me force you, Faith.� Tara raises an eyebrow. �I have a lot of energy in this area to call upon. I can, and will, play dirty. I want you healed completely. So, you can have use of your body, or I�ll keep you�immobile as I take advantage of you.� Tara wiggles her eyebrows at the slayer, grinning.

�This ain�t funny.� Faith growls, her eyes searching the witch. �When did you do this before?�

�For my mother.� Tara admits softly. �Anything you have floating around isn�t going to be anything remotely close to what I did before. She needed a couple extra weeks to finish taking care of things for me. I can do it without the sex, like I did for her, but it actually works better with the sexual tension, and for you, the releases.� Tara grins shyly. �After I�ve gathered all of it within me, according to the book, it�s an extremely powerful release. It might knock me out for a while.�

�So, for putting up with the pain, you get a huge happy?� Faith looks at the witch considering her for a few moments. �You took the pain your mother had with her Leukemia within yourself?�

�Yes.� Tara nods, biting her lip. �It was an unimaginable amount of pain. What you have is honestly not even a drop in the bucket compared to hers.�

�I don�t necessarily like the idea, but if you promise it isn�t gonna be that bad?� Faith worries her bottom lip looking down into the blue eyes of her lover. As Faith thinks that to herself for the first time, she smiles.

�I promise, sweetie. I would have brought you out here that night if I thought you could have made the trip. But you weren�t strong enough.� Tara smiles as Faith finally relents, rolling over onto her back.

�So, you were thinking about jumping my bones that night?� Faith smirks at Tara as the witch settles her body on top of hers, almost exactly the same way Faith had been lying, except that both of the witch�s legs are between hers.

�Wasn�t planning on doing it that way. Was planning on doing it the same way I did with my mother.� Tara explains. �Now, shush. Stop trying to distract me with talk.� Tara smiles gently at the slayer as she starts off kissing the woman gently, smiling as she feels Faith�s hands already roaming over her back and butt. Slowly placing soft gentle kisses over Faith�s face, Tara works her way over to the slayer�s ear, sucking gently, smiling as Faith groans lightly.

Moaning into the slayer�s ear, Tara arches up into the hands stroking gently over her ass, getting her mind back on bringing the slayer to a fever pitch of desire, knowing it probably won�t take a lot, with her sexually charged girlfriend, Tara slowly works her way over Faith�s body, spending a longer time over every area the woman had been hurt. Opening her senses fully, Tara feels the desire already building up strongly in the slayer. From where her hands were stroking firmly over her lover�s thighs, she slides a hand between their bodies. Groaning at the copious amount of fluid leaking from the slayer, Tara gently rubs her thumb over the extremely swollen nub of her lover, as she captures Faith�s nipple in her mouth sucking strongly. Groaning as she feels the orgasm working through her lover�s body, Tara slides three fingers deep within Faith, tipping her over the edge. As Faith arches up, screaming as she climaxes, Tara groans, burying her face into the slayer�s chest as the first release of pain eases into her from her connection deep within the slayer.

Taking a few minutes to center herself, Tara works her way repeatedly over Faith�s chest, spending a longer time on the woman�s ribs and internal organs, sending her healing energy within the woman, forcing the pain towards the slayer�s center, to be released with her next orgasm, like she�d done with the slayer�s bruises, scalp and shoulder injuries.

�Damn, Tara!� Faith whimpers as Tara continues to kiss and lick across her body, bringing her quickly to a second orgasm, her hand continuing to stroke within her body. As Tara�s fingers curl inside her, starting to stroke over her g-spot, Faith�s rocking hips start to jerk faster and harder into her lover�s hand. As she explodes again, Faith grinds into the pleasure giving fingers, her body shaking.

Tara whimpers a little louder as the pain comes into her body, but as she realizes that the strong orgasm had exchanged all the pain from the slayer�s upper body, Tara smiles briefly as she continues to work her way down the slayer�s body.

�Can�you�turn�around?� Faith pants out, her hips continuing to jump into her lover�s hand as she keeps up the stroking and rubbing. �Tara slide your fourth finger in, please?� Faith groans deeply as she feels Tara ease up on her stroking to work the four fingers in her.

�Tease, touch, but no making me come until I say so, okay?� Tara whimpers quietly, her eyes making contact with Faith�s unfocused gaze.

�Promise. Please, want to taste, touch.� Faith begs softly, arching as Tara�s continuous stroking makes her explode in a flood, closing her eyes with the pleasure, Faith sees stars, even after she opens her eyes a few long minutes later.

Tara swallows hard as more of the pain releases into her body, realizing that she could continue doing exactly what she�s doing now and that the rest of it would find its release into her. Gently shifting her body around, making sure to keep up the pace of her fingers, Tara gently eases her body down, giving Faith access to her own swollen sex. Seeing the rest of the pain coalescing within the slayer, Tara double-checks the slayer, making sure she didn�t miss anything, smiling briefly, Tara cries out softly. �Be prepared, I think one more time might do it.�

�One more time, might kill me.� Faith grunts, rocking her hips even faster into Tara�s hand. �But what a way to go.� Faith slides two fingers through the witch�s wetness, groaning as it literally runs down her fingers and hand. Sliding three fingers deep within the witch�s core, Faith gather�s the escaping juices with her mouth and tongue, trying to drink up all the nectar she can find, while starting a slow easy pace within the witch, to bring her to the edge and keep her there, until she�s ready.

�Goddess!� Tara whimpers at the pleasure and pain mingling through her body. Amazed at how it feels, Tara concentrates on bringing Faith to an earth shattering climax. As she feels the slayer getting close, Tara stops stroking for a long few minutes, until she hears Faith whimpering loudly behind her, trying to force her to start again. As the pain works it�s way into an ever more pronounced ball within the slayer, Tara smiles softly before capturing the slayer�s clit within her mouth and working her fingers in and out of the slayer at a feverish pace, stroking over her sweet spot repeatedly until Faith�s jumping hips almost threaten to throw her off the woman, smiling as her lover wraps an arm around her, helping to keep her in place, while Faith continues stroking her tongue around her swollen clit to her fingers sliding repeatedly into her hot canal.

As Faith finally climaxes again, the rest of the pain slams into Tara, making her release the slayer�s clit, crying out.   Whimpering loudly, Tara cries. �Now, Faith!!�

Faith groans loudly into her lover�s body, trying to concentrate enough to give Tara the release she needs, as her own body jumps and jerks, the orgasm ripping through her. Finally, Faith curls her fingers while capturing the clit in her mouth sucking the swollen muscle strongly. Rubbing her fingers strongly against the witch, she feels Tara�s inner muscles clenching against her fingers, and her clit starting to spasm at a fast rate in her mouth. Feeling her lover�s body shaking above her, almost as if it�s going to collapse, Faith quickly rolls them over, so she�s on top of Tara. Flicking her tongue firmly over Tara, Faith runs her pinky on her other hand through the escaping fluid before teasing the witch�s rosebud, as Tara bucks strongly against her the climax getting ready to explode from the witch, Faith gently slides the pinky in, while burying her fingers deep within Tara, pressing against her sweet spot and sucking strongly on the quivering muscle, making Tara scream as she climaxes, flooding Faith�s mouth and hand with her essence, as her body keeps jerking and jumping into the slayer.

Faith slowly eases off the witch, feeling the tremors still working through both of their bodies. Finally turning her body around, she climbs over the witch, supporting her own, pleasantly aching, extremely charged, body to look at Tara, who�s lying there with a smile on her face, and breathing rapidly, sweat glistening over both their bodies, Faith runs a shaking hand down Tara�s cheek and neck, watching the woman intently.

�You didn�t tell me that this would charge me at the same time, Tare.� Faith whispers as she waits for Tara to finally come back to the land of the living. Feeling her own body buzzing with energy, and all the aches and pains gone, except for the pleasant ache between her legs, Faith smirks. �You are so getting paid back for this.� Faith eases her body beside the witch, to wait for Tara to wake up.
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