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The Rogue Slayer	By : Kinetickid Category: BtVS AU/AR > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 12311 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Tara smiles softly as the first thing she notices as she comes to, is a hand stroking softly down her face and neck. The second thing she notices is a sexy, rough voice, singing softly. As Faith slowly tapers off, she feels soft lips pressing against hers, wrapping her arms around Faith�s neck, Tara pulls the slayer more against her as she deepens the kiss. As Faith slowly breaks off the kiss, placing soft kisses along the witch�s cheekbone, Tara groans quietly. �How long was I out for?�

�Hmmm. I�d say roughly ten minutes.� Faith murmurs as she kisses down the side of the witch�s neck, nipping gently.

�Goddess.� Tara whimpers as Faith finally works her way down to her breasts, gently kneading one breast as she circles the other nipple with a strong tongue. �What� are� you� doing?� Tara finally pants out, the desire heavy in her body.

�I thought it was kinda obvious.� Faith states around the nipple she�s now sucking on. Easing her body between the witch�s legs, Faith grins before working her way over to the other breast, nipping gently on the nipple, before scraping her teeth repeatedly over the hard nub. As Tara�s body arches and her lover hooks one leg around her body, Faith presses her lower stomach against the witch, tightening her stomach muscles while grinding against the woman.

Tara moans, her hips jerking as she drags her lower body against her lover. �Faith!� Tara cries out, orgasming as Faith bites gently on her nipple.

Faith releases the witch�s breast, moaning as she feels the warmth of Tara�s release ease onto her stomach. As Tara slowly eases her body back down onto the blanket, Faith shifts up, burying her face in the witch�s neck. �Can we come back here, spend all day one day making love?� Faith questions softly, feeling a deep connection with the witch, especially out here in both women�s special place. Realizing she hasn�t told Tara about liking to come out here when she runs, Faith chuckles softly.

Tara smiles as she hears the words, wondering if the woman was even aware she called it making love instead of having sex. When she hears the soft chuckle, she moves her hands from the strong back, she�d unconsciously been stroking to thread through the woman�s hair, she urges Faith to look up. �What�s so entertaining, sweetie?� Tara questions, allow her lip to quirk up.

�This may be sort of weird, but whenever I go running by myself, I always come out here. I like the beauty, the calmness.� Faith states almost shyly.

�Oh, sweetie.� Tara smiles, pulling Faith down against her, hugging her tightly. �You probably need the calmness to counteract the violence of your life.�

Faith hums as Tara strokes over her back. Burying her face against the witch�s neck again, Faith places gentle kisses on the skin. �What do you do to me? You make me feel sappy and soft.� Faith grumbles, stroking her thumb over the witch�s collar bone.

Tara smiles softly, knowing the slayer is falling in love with her, whether she�s aware of it or not. As the realization actually sinks in, Tara�s smile slowly turns into a frown, realizing that it would make it that much harder on the woman if she does turn into a demon. Kissing Faith�s head, Tara continues stroking over her back, silently wondering if she has the right to put Faith through this. Through the possibility of falling in love with her, then maybe having to kill her.

Faith realizes she�s practically draped across the witch, her weight fully on the witch. �I�m sorry.� Faith shifts, moving to lay beside Tara on the blanket.

�Why did you move?� Tara frowns as she shifts on her side, facing the slayer. �You were fine.�

�I weigh too much to be laying on you like that.� Faith smiles as she mirrors her lover, reaching up to tuck the woman�s hair behind her ear, running her fingertip down the flesh of the outer ear.

Tara groans, closing her eyes as the soft caress sends a bolt of desire straight to her center, making it clench in want.

Faith watches the witch�s reaction to her soft caress with a small smile. Gently circling the finger around the flesh, Faith smells the witch�s obvious arousal with the caress. Easing her body into Tara�s, Faith urges Tara onto her back again, continuing the stroking as she wraps the thigh closest to her between her legs, effectively spreading the witch�s legs. Wrapping her arm around the witch�s head, she switches hands stroking over the ear, while running the other hand down Tara�s body, smirking as Tara makes the most delicious sounds in the back of her throat. Faith moans quietly as Tara runs a hand up and through her hair, grasping gently.

Tara starts whimpering deep in the back of her throat, her hips starting a slow circle as Faith�s hand teases over her outer lips for long moments before fingers dip between the swollen lips, traversing up and down her slit, sliding easily through the thoroughly soaked area, gliding over her hard nub, pressing into the swollen muscle, rubbing softly, gradually building up the speed and pressure as Tara�s hips work faster against the firm touch.

Faith quickly slides two of her fingers down and inside the witch while replacing them on the woman�s clit with her thumb, keeping up the firm, fast pressure while stroking inside the witch. Continuing to caress over the woman�s other ear, Faith places kisses on the woman�s jaw, working towards the ear closest to her. As the witch�s body stops working in a smooth fast stroke, and starts jerking, her muscles start clenching her fingers firmly, Faith reaches the woman�s other ear, licking over the delicate lobe, the response instantaneous as Tara�s body arches, shaking as the orgasm works through her whole body, saturating Faith�s hand with her release. Faith watches as the pleasure crosses the witch�s face before leaning her forehead against the side of the witch while continuing the soft in and out of her fingers, prolonging the witch�s orgasm before Tara finally collapses, whimpering, her body covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

Swallowing repeatedly, Tara slowly opens her eyes. �No�Not�� Tara lets out a shaky breath, her body shakes and tries to recover from the intense orgasm. �Not� that� I�m� complaining��

Faith chuckles at the witch�s attempt to speak. Slowing down her strokes, she finally stops her fingers movements, leaving them within the witch, not wanting to leave the witch�s core just yet, enjoying the continuing clenching motion.

�Not�funny.� Tara mutters, another aftershock working through her body. �Why?�

�Why am I drivin� you to distraction?� Faith questions. �Why have I decided I want to wear you out every chance I get? Because I can.� Faith smirks at the witch, her eyes twinkling.

�Bitch.� Tara grumbles, then laughs as Faith nods her head in agreement. �Goddess, you�re going to drive me insane.� Tara�s smiles at the slayer leaning up to kiss her briefly. �It�s probably getting close to two o�clock, if not after. If we don�t want to shock Mr. Giles, if he decides to come looking for us, we should get dressed.�

�Spoilsport.� Faith growls, easing her fingers from within Tara before slowly unwrapping her legs from around the witch�s leg, just now realizing she�d kept it hostage, before she stands, offering her hands to the witch. Helping her up, Faith pulls her body in flush against hers, leaning down the short distance, capturing her lips in a soft kiss. �What are we going to do the rest of today and tonight?� Faith questions as she finally releases the witch, watching as Tara opens the backpack, pulling out a Ziploc bag with damp washcloths in them.

�I should have been a boy scout.� Tara smirks as she hands a washcloth to Faith. �Isn�t their motto �Always be Prepared�?�

�I like you as you are, I don�t want a boy scout. I want a very prepared, very beautiful witch.� Faith admits honestly as she cleans herself quickly.

Tara tilts Faith�s chin up and kisses her firmly on the lips. �Thank you.� Tara smiles crookedly at the slayer before wiping her body down, the two women companionably dressing silently before gathering the items, packing them away.

Faith chuckles as Tara hands her a couple granola bars and a large water. Watching as she tucks a couple bars in her own pocket, grasping a water out for herself as she folds up the blanket tightly, shoving it in the backpack. �You didn�t answer me, what�re we doing the rest of today and tonight?�

�Well, we�re both probably going to crash in about three or four hours time. So I figure we�ll want to shower, get some actual real food in us. Then let nature take its course.� Tara smiles at Faith, as the slayer tucks the water under her arm while ripping into one of the granola bars, scarfing it down quickly, tucking the wrapper in her pocket before she tears into the other bar finishing it in record time.

Faith smiles self-consciously. �All we�ve had are those donuts.� Faith defends herself.

�I know sweetie, that�s why I brought the bars.� Tara smiles at the slayer as she pulls the other two out of her pocket handing them to the slayer. �I�m okay, so you go ahead and eat these.� Tara smiles encouragingly as Faith hesitates looking at her.

�You sure?� Faith finally accepts the bars as Tara places them in her hand. �Thank you.�

�No problem.� Tara smiles as they continue walking, Faith making short work of the last two bars before she sucks down the water. Tara sips on her water, as they get closer to the road.

�Huh.� Faith states looking at the Jeep in the distance. �Looks like Mrs. S is picking us up. Wonder if there�s a problem?�

�I doubt it, I�m sure they would have come after us, if there was.� Tara smiles at Faith.

�Yeah, or they would have called.� Faith digs her cell phone out, flipping it open. �No phone calls.� Faith shrugs. �I guess we�ll find out what�s up when we get to her.�

�Yo, Mrs. S. Everything okay?� Faith questions, tossing Tara�s backpack in the back of the Jeep as she looks at the older woman.

�Everything�s fine. Rupert called and asked if I�d mind picking you two up out here, they got in a large shipment that he needed to unpack and inventory.� Joyce smiles at the two women. �So, how�s everything with you two?�

�Wonderful.� Tara smiles shyly at the woman as she climbs in the backseat.

�Mrs. S?� Faith questions quietly, grasping the older woman�s arm before she can open the door to the vehicle.

�What is it, Faith?� Joyce turns concerned eyes on the dark-haired slayer.

�Ummm� Is it okay if Tare stays at the house tonight?� Faith looks up with pleading eyes.

Joyce bites her lip to keep from laughing at the young woman. �I don�t know, Faith. I mean, you might get up to all kinds of mischief, and my poor house will probably be in shock with whatever you two get up to in your room.�

�Mrs. S.!� Faith grumbles, a light blush actually crossing her face. �According to Tare we�re probably going to crash in another four hours, give or take. And I�m absolutely starving. So there probably won�t be a lot of anything going on tonight.� Faith admits quietly. �I want her to eat a good meal and maybe curl up with me to sleep tonight, is all.�

�Of course she can stay, Faith. I was just kidding with you.� Joyce wraps an arm around the slayer, hugging her gently.

�I know you were, but I want you to know that wasn�t the reason I wanted her to stay. Plus, I kind of sleep better when she�s with me.� Faith grins crookedly looking in the Jeep at Tara who�s turned her head, giving them privacy.

�So things went well with you two?� Joyce questions with a knowing lift of her eyebrow.

�So well, you wouldn�t believe it. Damn, the woman has a body to absolutely fuckin� die for.� Faith growls quietly, at remembering said body. �My first project will be taking her out on a shopping spree and buying her something other than those damn long skirts, and baggy shirts.�

Joyce chuckles at the young woman. �Faith, don�t corrupt the poor dear.�

�Corrupt her? Mrs. S. you might want to be more concerned with the fact that she might actually be able to corrupt me.� Faith grins before patting the woman on the shoulder. �Not only is she hot, but the things she does�� Faith unconsciously licks her lips.

�TMI, dear.� Joyce chuckles. �Climb in the back with her, I�ll play chauffeur.�

�Thanks.� Faith grins as she quickly walks the short distance to the Jeep climbing in beside Tara, kissing her softly on the lips as Joyce climbs in the front seat.

�What do you ladies want for dinner?� Joyce starts the vehicle, glancing up in the rearview mirror at the two women before pulling out onto the road, heading back into Sunnydale.

�Steak, potatoes, salad and bread.� Faith suggests looking at Tara. �Sound okay to you?�

�That would be perfect.� Tara smiles as Faith wraps an arm around her tugging her into her body gently.

�We�ll have to stop at the store.� Joyce glances in the rearview mirror making eye contact with Faith.

�That�s fine. I�m buying, anyhow.� Faith grins as she runs a comforting hand down Tara�s arm. �Don�t argue, Mrs. S.� Faith states seeing the look crossing Buffy�s mom�s face.

�You don�t have to buy all the groceries, Faith.� Joyce grumbles as she pulls into Sunnydale city limits.

�Considering the fact that I eat 90% of it, yeah, I do.� Faith wraps both arms around Tara, hugging her gently. �Come, take a shower, eat dinner with us and stay the night?� Faith offers.

�I don�t have a change of clothes.� Tara glances down at her clothes.

�I could loan you something.� Faith wiggles her eyebrows at the witch.

�I don�t think you�ll have anything that�ll fit, Faith.� Tara chuckles at the slayer. �I guess I could always put these back on to wear back to the dorms tomorrow.�

�Actually, I could throw them in the washer for you, if you want. I washed your bedding. I got all the blood out.� Joyce offers as she pulls into the grocery store parking lot.

�You don�t have to do that. And thanks, I might need to get your recipe for getting blood stains out.� Tara turns her gaze on Faith, narrowing her eyes at the slayer.

�I try not to get like that.� Faith raises a hand in defense of herself. �Honest!�

Tara chuckles softly. �I know, sweetie. We going in?� Tara questions, reaching for the door handle.

�Yeah. Pick out some snacks and stuff while we�re there.� Faith follows Tara out of the Jeep, the three women walking towards the grocery store. �What all do you like to eat?�

�Pretty much everything.� Tara smiles softly at the slayer. �I�m not a picky eater.�

�What�s your favorite dessert?� Faith smirks as Joyce starts looking at the rib eyes, talking with the butcher. �Mrs. S. is gonna be a little while. Let�s pick out some other items.�

�Peanut butter cup ice cream.� Tara grins at the slayer as they go down the fresh vegetable aisle. �What do you like, or don�t like?� Tara questions softly as she checks out the Romaine lettuce, placing it in the hand carrier the slayer had grabbed.

�Everythin� but green peppers.� Faith admits, grinning �No, make that green peppers, anchovies and smoked oysters. Don�t much care for those three.�

�Okay, things you don�t like, check. What do you like?� Tara places a cucumber in the carrier before looking at the green onions.

�Hmmm. What do I like?� Faith half questions, easing her body in close to the witch�s. �I like blonde haired, blue eyed witch�s with bodies to die for, that can make me scream to the heavens.� Faith whispers into the witch�s ear, smirking as she watches her blush.

Tara giggles before the green onions follow the lettuce and cucumber into the hand basket. �I�m not very filling, though. So, come on, what do you like to eat?� Tara places a couple large tomato�s in the basket.

Faith grabs some white radishes and throws them in the basket she�s carrying. �I�m assuming you mean sweets, since you know I like everythin� else. I like banana splits.� Faith admits, smiling shyly. �The banana�s, the vanilla ice cream, chocolate sauce, caramel sauce, nuts, whipped cream and even the cherry on top.�

�Hmmm. I like banana splits too. I usually ask for extra cherries.� Tara smirks as they walk over to the potatoes. �I like these big baking potatoes.�

�Won�t hear me complain.� Faith grins, as she turns and looks at Joyce as she pushes the cart towards them. �Got fixin�s for the salad. Tara�s putting in a bid for these potatoes from hell.�

�I�ve got the steaks, munchies and sour cream.� Joyce chuckles as Faith starts putting the items for the salad in the cart. �Tara, you might want to grab at least ten of those potatoes.�

�Ten?� Tara looks up, surprised.

�That way we might actually have a few left over for hash browns in the morning.� Joyce grins patting Faith on the head. �We just need to keep the darling here to only a couple potatoes, but we do have extra steaks.�

�Yeah, yeah.� Faith grumbles good-naturedly. �Anything else?�

�What do you ladies want for dessert?� Joyce questions looking at the two women.

�Banana splits.� Tara pipes up, grinning at the slayer.

�We need banana�s and whipped cream. I think we have everything else at the house.� Joyce states thinking.

�We should. That all we need?� Faith looks over the items in the cart. �Dressings, what kind of salad dressing do you like, Tare?�

�Ranch, French, Thousand Island, Bleu Cheese, Italian�� Tara starts naming them off, laughing as Faith rolls her eyes. �Pretty much all of them.�

�Well, we have quite a few at the house, so we should be okay there.� Joyce chuckles as she pushes the cart towards the checkout line. �I�ll probably have to boil the potatoes to get them cooked in a decent amount of time.�

�That�s fine. When we get home, I�ll drag the grill out and get it set up.� Faith offers as she pulls the money out of her pocket, paying for the food. �Tare can go ahead and shower, getting cleaned up, if you want.�

�Thanks, I�d like that.� Tara watches as Faith takes the cart from Joyce and pushes it quickly before hopping on it, riding it towards the Jeep. Laughing loudly at the playful slayer, she looks towards an indulgently smiling Joyce. �She�s just like a daughter to you, isn�t she?�

�A very rotten, intense daughter, yes.� Joyce admits watching as Faith opens the back, quickly putting the bags in the Jeep. �She�s rough around the edges, but she has a good heart. Not that you will, but� Please don�t hurt her.� Joyce turns serious eyes on the witch. �She�s never cared for anyone before, like she does you.�

�I�m not planning on it, Mrs. Summers.� Tara softly admits. �I won�t ever knowingly hurt her.�

�That�s all I can ask for.� Joyce smiles softly at the young woman.

Tara climbs in the back of the Jeep, smiling as Faith climbs in beside her kissing her quickly.

�How do you like your steak?� Faith questions, running a hand down Tara�s thigh, clasping it gently.

�Medium.� Tara answers softly, watching as Joyce turns up a nice subdivision, pulling into the driveway of a beautiful two story house.

�Good. I was afraid you were gonna be like B and prefer to have it killed twice.� Faith smirks as she opens the door hopping out. �Waste of a good steak, if you ask me.�

Tara chuckles as she follows Faith around to the back of the vehicle, helping carry the bags in. �Does she always rag on Buffy?� Tara questions Joyce as they walk up to the front door.

�Almost always.� Joyce admits, smiling as she quickly unlocks the door, walking towards the kitchen. �You want the usual seasonings on yours, Faith?�

�Please.� Faith grins as she sets down the bags, pulling the cold items out, placing them in the refrigerator.

�Let me guess, something hot and spicy?� Tara questions, laughing as Joyce rolls her eyes. �Cayenne pepper?�

�A mixture of Cayenne, blackening seasoning, garlic, pepper, and dried red peppers crushed and sprinkled over the steaks.� Joyce chuckles as she pulls out a big Tupperware container half filled. �In other words, this.�

Tara laughs quietly as she opens the container. �Whoa! This will cure what ails a person.�

�It�s good.� Faith smirks as she places the snacks in the pantry.

�I have to say this, and I don�t mean it in a bad way. But you seem a lot more domesticated than I would have expected.� Tara watches Faith, surprised.

�Don�t even go there.� Faith quietly mutters. �I�m gonna pull the grill around back. Let me know when you want me to fire it up.�

�Thanks, Faith.� Joyce smiles as Faith heads out to the garage before turning to Tara. �She doesn�t like anyone to know, so you have to promise not to tell.� When Tara looks inquisitively at her and nods her head, Joyce smirks. �She does almost all the cleaning around here, along with the laundry, even ironing my clothes.�

Tara blinks in surprise, glancing out the window of the back door watching as Faith pulls the grill out on the patio. �She doesn�t seem the type. She hides a lot of stuff, doesn�t she?�

�Yes. I think she�s afraid of being made fun of. No one, and I mean NO ONE is aware of this, but me, you and Faith. Just like the fact that she buys all the food. She�s actually been saving up to buy a motorcycle, I�ve been trying to talk her out of it. I�m afraid she�ll break her fool neck on the thing.� Joyce admits as she grabs the potatoes, scrubbing them quickly before putting them in a large pot of water.

�Anything I can do to help?� Tara offers watching as Joyce places the last of the potatoes on the stove, turning the burner on high.

�If you want to go ahead and grab the steaks back out of the refrigerator, I�ll treat her four with her mixture from hell. Anything you want on your steaks?� Joyce questions as she pulls down some regular steak seasoning for her steak.

�Steak, only one!� Tara laughs as she stacks the steaks on the island, pulling off the wrapping, lining the steaks up for Joyce. �The regular steak seasoning is fine. I�ll see if Faith will mind my trying a bite of one of her steaks after they�re cooked. See if I like that concoction of hers.�

�Of course you can.� Faith answers as she walks into the kitchen. �Mrs. S.? Is it okay if I go ahead and take Tara up so she can shower and get cleaned up?�

�Of course. I�m assuming you�ll want to get cleaned up also. Bring the laundry down and I�ll make sure they get thrown in the wash.� Joyce looks up, smiling at the two women, before going back to putting a fine coating of Faith�s seasonings on her steaks before rubbing it in, flipping them and repeating.

�Come on. I�ll give ya� the nickel tour.� Faith placing her hand on the small of Tara�s back, urging her towards the dining room. �Of course, this is the dining room, the living room�� Faith trails off wrapping her arms around the witch�s waist before kissing her gently on the back of the neck. �There�s a small study over there.� Faith points to the door. �And then we�ve got the upstairs with the bedrooms and the bathroom. Come on.� Faith smirks as she tugs Tara gently up the stairs.

Tara laughs quietly following the slayer. �You aren�t planning naughty things once we make it upstairs are you?� Tara questions as they reach the landing.

�Who, me?� Faith turns, leering at the witch. �I got a pair of sweat pants, if you want.� Faith leads the way into her bedroom, pulling open a drawer and handing the witch the pair of sweat pants. �I think they oughta fit okay. I got a t-shirt in here somewhere that I accidentally got a size to big.� Faith shifts her clothes around looking for the black t-shirt.

�Faith, you don�t have to go to this trouble. I can put these clothes back on.� Tara places a hand on the slayer�s back, stroking it gently. �It�s okay.�

�Nah, I know what it�s like to put on dirty clothes after taking a shower. Takes that nice clean feeling and tosses it away.� Faith looks over her shoulder, smiling.

Tara can�t help but reach out, stroking a thumb over the dimple flashing at her.

Faith leans into the caress, her eyes closing momentarily. �Let me get your shirt, that way you can take a shower, or bath, whichever you prefer.� Faith smiles quickly before turning back to her drawers, opening another one, finally coming across the t-shirt. �Here ya� go. Let me get you towels and a washcloth.�

�You aren�t joining me?� Tara questions with a lift of her eyebrow, a small smile playing around her lips.

�I figured I�d take our clothes down and throw them in the laundry while you were getting cleaned up. Plus, if I join ya�, you won�t be getting clean.� Faith admits, chuckling. Pulling a couple towels and a washcloth out of the linen closet.

�Hmmm. Not seeing a problem.� Tara grins as she follows Faith into the bathroom.

�Don�t tempt me, woman!� Faith smiles at Tara, groaning quietly as Tara quickly starts stripping. �So not helpin�.� Faith growls as the woman finishes taking her clothes off. Frowning as she notices the bright pink skin, Faith gently runs a finger over one of Tara�s breasts. �I need to get something for this, that way you can sleep comfortably. Should have probably made you cover up, instead of taking advantage of you for that last hour.� Faith bitches at herself.

�It�ll be okay, Faith.� Tara smiles gently at the woman.

�Take a cool bath, that�ll help pull some of the heat from your skin. I�ll see if Mrs. S. has something to help. I think she�s got one of those Aloe plants around here somewhere for burns, that might help.� Faith states worriedly as she quickly gather�s the witch�s clothes, leaving a bemused Tara alone in the bathroom.

�I guess I�ll take a bath.� Tara states to the empty room, chuckling quietly.
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