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Don't Go	By : Kinetickid Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Buffy/Tara Views: 11781 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tara rubs her face against Buffy�s shoulder as she slowly wakes, before stiffening as the previous night�s occurrences come back in a flood.
�Shh.� Buffy whispers softly, brushing her lips gently over Tara�s forehead. �Don�t run away from me, please. I don�t think I could take losing you on top of everything else, Tara.� Buffy unconsciously rocks back and forth, holding tightly onto the Wiccan. �Promise me you won�t go. Please? I didn�t mean it, I promise.� Buffy begs quietly, unaware of the tears trailing faster and faster down her cheeks, her eyes closed as she continues to hold onto Tara and rock her.
Tara shifts slightly, wrapping an arm around Buffy�s neck, while raising her other hand to gently stroke Buffy�s cheek, pressing a firm kiss to her temple. �I�m here, Buffy. I promise. I promise.� Tara whimpers softly at the pain coming from Buffy, along with the hurt, knowing part of it�s because she�s afraid that she�ll leave her.
Buffy brushes her cheek against Tara�s hand, frowning as she realizes there�s a bandage on the palm. Turning her head, she looks at Tara�s hand and reaches up to grab it, gently pulling the bandage away, frowning even harder at the relatively deep cut across Tara�s palm. �What�?� Buffy turns her gaze to look at Tara.
�An accident.� Tara shakes her head, smiling sadly at Buffy, shifting up to press her lips to her forehead. �Just an accident.�
Buffy searches Tara�s eyes for a few minutes before looking back at the cut. Gently pressing her lips to the wound, she carefully covers it back over, tucking Tara�s hand against her chest. �Cleaning up my mess, you cut yourself on the glass didn�t you?� Buffy finally questions a few minutes later as she tries to figure out how Tara hurt herself.
�Not paying attention to what I was doing, I cut myself.� Tara offers instead, slowly leaning her head down, burying it against Buffy�s neck. �What are we going to do, Buffy?�
�I don�t know.� Buffy tilts her head to lean it against Tara�s, sighing heavily. �When I read what the book said, I just felt my world crumble. The anger I felt towards Willow and what she�d done was overpowering. What if I had come back nothing better than an animal, Tara? There�s no way anyone would have been able to stop me, without putting a bullet in me��
�No, Buffy!� Tara presses her fingers against Buffy�s lips to keep her from continuing. �You can�t think about that. It didn�t happen that way, and there is absolutely NO reason to think along those lines. We all have enough on our plates already without dealing with �what ifs�.�
Buffy let�s herself look into Tara�s worried blue eyes, realizing they�re more of a grayish blue at this moment. Gently stroking her fingertips over Tara�s cheek, Buffy gives in to her desires and leans in to kiss Tara softly across the lips, a soft moan escaping her as she makes contact with the softest lips she could ever imagine.
Surprised at first, Tara soon finds herself returning the soft caress, whimpering as she feels Buffy�s tongue stroking gently between her lips, silently asking for entrance. Finally granting it, Tara�s hand clenches in the slayer�s hair as Buffy doesn�t waste any time in exploring her mouth.
Growling softly at the heat of desire flowing through her, Buffy increases the pressure and hunger of the kiss enjoying the fact that Tara�s meeting her half way as they start to battle strongly against each other.
Finally ending the kiss, Tara tilts her forehead against Buffy�s, panting heavily as she tries to get control of her emotions and desire, groaning quietly as Buffy�s fingers start to caress firmly over her upper thigh. �I don�t think this is a s-smart thing to do right now.� Tara whispers as she slowly eases back so she can look into Buffy�s eyes, surprised at the flame of desire and want burning brightly in her hazel eyes.
�Why not?� Buffy hardly recognizes her own voice it�s so low and rough.
Tara tugs gently on Buffy�s hair, the roughness of the slayer�s voice making her body pound even more with desire, unconsciously wiggling slightly to try and relieve the ache between her legs. �Because it has the p-potential to hurt both of us.� Tara admits quietly, her eyes sad as she looks into Buffy�s eyes. �We�re together almost all the t-time, Buffy. I�m afraid because I�ve been trying to help you that you are l-letting that cloud your judgment. Maybe thinking your thankfulness is s-something more.�
Buffy watches as Tara finally drops her eyes after she finishes speaking. Closing her own eyes, she slowly shakes her head. �I care for you, Tara. Am I thankful? Yes. Am I sorry for the pain I�ve caused you? God!! You don�t know how much. Am I transferring my caring for you as a friend into something more? I don�t think so.� Buffy shakes her head, finally easing her eyes open, silently pleading with Tara to look at her. As Tara finally lifts her head and eyes, making contact with hers, Buffy brushes her lips over Tara�s once more. �I care for you as more than a friend, Tara. A lot more.�
Sliding her hand that she had left tucked against Buffy�s chest, upwards to let her thumb brush over kiss-swollen lips, Tara sighs quietly. �Your emotions are all over the place right now, Buffy. Why d-don�t we take a step back that way you can think about it?�
Buffy growls softly, opening her mouth to capture Tara�s thumb gently between her teeth, flicking her tongue over it. Her lips quirking upwards around the digit as Tara groans loudly, and the smell of arousal coming from the woman seems to almost triple. As Tara shifts slightly again, Buffy releases the thumb, and allows her lips to smile fully.
Tara groans as she looks at the mischief starting to come into Buffy�s eyes. �Go ahead and say whatever it is you want to say, Buffy.� Tara finally growls the words loudly.
�Well first off, I don�t need to take a step back. But out of deference for your wishes, I will.� Buffy offers, becoming serious for a moment, and leaning in to brush her lips over Tara�s again, loving the taste of the Wiccan. �Secondly, I still want to know if you have any body piercings anywhere.� Buffy quirks her eyebrow up, the mischievousness coming back into her eyes.
�Already told you�� Tara starts, being stopped by Buffy�s mouth covering hers and kissing her thoroughly. Blinking as Buffy finally pulls away, Tara tries to remember what she was going to say.
�You tell me once more that only someone that knows you intimately or your personal doctor, there won�t be any waiting.� Buffy warns very seriously. As Tara grins crookedly at her Buffy growls deeply, her hands already heading towards the edge of Tara�s shirt, pushing it up.
�BUFFY!� Tara yells, as Buffy quickly pulls her shirt up and over her head, the slayer�s nimble fingers at the back of her bra already unhooking it and sliding the straps over her shoulders. Crossing an arm across her chest, Tara blushes darkly. �What in the world do you think you�re doing?�
�Checking you out plus doing a little investigating.� Buffy�s eyes glimmer with amusement as she looks into Tara�s wide eyes. �I figure it�s only fair, you�ve seen me multiple times, so I figure it�s time for me to see you in less than your underwear.� Buffy let�s her fingers trail over Tara�s soft skin and up her side to play along her ribs.
Tara blushes even darker and shakes her head. �But you were hurt and I w-was helping you.� Tara points out the difference of what she�d done and what Buffy was doing.
Buffy sighs quietly and leans forward, pressing her head gently against Tara�s shoulder. �Do you care for me, Tara?� Buffy finally questions quietly. �In more than a friend way?�
Tara blinks in surprise at the slayer�s questions, never having expected Buffy to come right out and question her on her feelings. Not knowing what to do, she sits there quietly.
�Please, Tara. It won�t change us being friends, I promise. But I need to know.� Buffy finally begs, her emotions starting to swirl around again, fighting to try and keep control. �God! I feel like I�m back to where I was at before when I first came back.� Buffy whispers shifting her hand that had still been stroking over the warm flesh of the Wiccan to run roughly through her hair and rub the back of her neck.
�You basically are.� Tara answers the non-question, sighing quietly as she feels the slight stiffening of the slayer. �And yes, I care for you in more than a f-friend way, Buffy.�
�But you�re afraid?� Buffy questions intuitively.
Tara slowly nods her head and answers simply. �Yes.�
�Why?� Buffy shifts to look at Tara silently begging her to help her understand.
Tara nibbles on her bottom lip and looks into confused hazel eyes. �That�s not an easy question to answer, Buffy.� Tara admits, slowly shifting the arm that she has covering her breasts to reach up and gently trail down the slayer�s cheek, just on the edge of the bandage running down it. �I�m falling in love with you, Buffy. And I�m s-scared that what you�re feeling for me is just�� Tara shrugs her shoulders, not really knowing how to explain it.
�How can I prove to you that I really do care for you?� Buffy questions softly, closing her eyes at the tender touch as Tara�s fingers brush lightly over her face and neck.
�Time, I guess.� Tara brushes her lips over Buffy�s forehead. �When you�re healed we�ll go from there. That way you have a chance to examine your f-feelings a little better without everything else b-bombarding you at the same time.�
Buffy growls loudly, burying her face in the crook of Tara�s neck her hand grasping the Wiccan�s waist firmly. �Tara, we�ve been working on me getting better for two months, and in one night I fucked it all up. The rate I�m going, I�ll be lucky to be �healed� in a year�s time. I don�t want to wait that long, and I�m really sick and fucking tired of my emotional roller coaster.�
�We�ll double-up on your meditations, and try a couple different spiritual cleansings to see if that might help.� Tara offers softly. �Right now, I want to check out your wounds and see how they�re healing.�
Buffy�s hand slides up to her cheek. �It�s probably going to scar, isn�t it?� Buffy finally questions, already knowing the answer, but wanting Tara�s honest opinion.
�Honestly, it probably will. But you don�t scar badly, and it probably won�t even be noticeable, especially with make-up if you�re worried about it.� Tara worriedly brushes her fingertips over Buffy�s hand that�s still playing with the bandage.
�Would you still love me, even if I was scarred?� Buffy finally questions after a few minutes.
�I love the person, Buffy. Not the package.� Tara whispers, brushing her lips over Buffy�s other cheek. Honestly not even paying attention or seeing the bruising and scratches that were healing, just seeing the woman that she�s fallen in love with.
Buffy has to smile at the honest sincerity in Tara�s words and tone. Knowing instinctively that that�s what the woman would say, but feeling better once she hears the words coming from her. �But the package does play a part, right?� Buffy jokes and wiggles her eyebrows slightly.
Tara growls playfully at the slayer before leaning down to nip gently on her bottom lip. �The package definitely plays a part and is absolutely gorgeous. I�m afraid that I don�t measure up.� Tara blushes lightly, as she thinks about her fuller figure compared to the slayers slim, athletic figure.
Buffy slowly shakes her head, finally allowing her eyes to take in Tara�s chest, moaning quietly at the full, soft-looking breasts, the rosy colored aureoles and soft nipples. Buffy growls softly as the aureoles start to crinkle and the nipples slowly harden as she looks at them, her eyes jerking up to look at the blushing Wiccan. �You have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. As a matter of fact�� Buffy trails off, letting her eyes drop again to Tara�s chest, unconsciously licking her lips at the full breasts, surprised at the arousal starting to ease from her body with just the sight of the woman in front of her. Buffy slowly runs her hand up Tara�s side, unaware of having moved it out from under Tara�s hand. The woman�s skin so soft and warm, Buffy�s eyes darken with desire as her fingertips finally caress over the swell of Tara�s breast.
�Buffy�� Tara whimpers quietly as strong, curious fingers start to stroke over her breast, teasingly not coming into contact with her aching nipple, but circling and stroking all the flesh around it, even kneading and squeezing gently.
Buffy slowly learns the texture and feel of Tara�s breast, fighting the desire to pinch and twist the hardened nipple to see if Tara enjoys it as much as she does when the pleasure borders just slightly on pain without actually crossing over.
�Buffy, please.� Tara finally grasps the slayer�s hand, easing it down her body to rest on her thigh, panting heavily at the desire coursing through her from the slayer�s caresses.
Buffy growls loudly as her hand is removed from the place she wants to spend hours learning. Shaking her head slightly, Buffy finally shakes off some of the desire she�s feeling and looks over Tara�s desire flushed body, noticing the difference immediately from Tara�s blushing. A small smile crosses her face at the light pinkness of Tara�s chest and how the heavy breathing is making Tara�s breasts move up and down enticingly. �No piercing.� Buffy finally comments, just now noticing that Tara�s breasts are free of any kind of piercing.
Tara has to chuckle at the slight sound of disappointment in the slayer�s tones. �You sound disappointed.�
Buffy nods her head, her eyes staying on the Wiccan�s breasts, eyes narrowing as a wicked smile comes across her face. Starting to dip her head down, she grunts as a hand grabs hold of her hair to keep her from coming closer to her goal.
�No you don�t.� Tara shakes her head. �I�m already one step away from exploding, if you do what you�re planning on doing that�ll be all it�ll take.� Tara quickly shifts and moves off Buffy�s lap, rolling off the bed and grabbing her shirt to yank back on.
Buffy groans and falls over onto her side, watching Tara pull her shirt on and cover the delectable looking breasts. �Damn.� Buffy grumbles rubbing a hand across her eyes as she fights the desire working through her own body. �Is it normal to be turned on just by the sight of someone?� Buffy finally questions after a few minutes, not looking at Tara.
�It depends on how attracted you are to the person, I guess.� Tara shrugs her shoulders as she stares down at the slayer.
�I�ve never just looked at someone and been turned on before, Tara.� Buffy growls, pulling her hand away from her eyes so she can look at the Wiccan. �It takes being touched, kissed� basically I need a helping hand. Sometimes kissing didn�t even turn me on.�
�You�ve done more than just look, Buffy.� Tara points out, grinning crookedly at the slayer.
�Uh, huh.� Buffy props her chin up on her hand and stares at Tara. Deciding not to admit to the blonde that she�d been turned on before watching her just do normal things around the house, like vacuuming and cooking. Admittedly it was just a low buzz of arousal, but a lot more than she�d felt in the past with some of her lover�s after they�d been making out for ten to fifteen minutes.
Tara taps Buffy on the nose. �Now that we�re more or less on an even keel, let me look at your wounds.� Tara orders quietly as she heads towards the door.
�Tara?� Buffy hesitantly whispers before Tara makes it completely out of the room, watching as Tara turns to look at her with a questioning look on her face. �I really am sorry for being an ass yesterday.� Buffy continues softly.
Tara sees the deep regret and pain in Buffy�s eyes, and smiles softly at the slayer, forgiving her completely. �It�ll be okay, Buffy. I promise. Do you want me to bring the kit in here, or do you want to do this in the bathroom?�
Buffy tilts her head as she thinks for a few minutes. �I need to go to the bathroom, so if you want, we can meet back in here?�
�You and me both.� Tara grumbles, smiling quickly at Buffy as the slayer chuckles softly. �I�ll be quick, then the bathroom�s all yours.� Tara offers as she hurries from the bedroom.
Buffy stares at the empty doorway, thinking about Tara. �I do love you, Tara whether you believe it or not.� Buffy whispers as she waits for Tara to finish in the bathroom.
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