New Paths | By : Kinetickid Category: BtVS AU/AR > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 9889 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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“Hey, slayer!” Spike trots after the small blonde and her girlfriend, holding up a hand as the witch narrows her gaze on him. “No need to be nasty, Glinda. I learnt my lesson last time.” Spike unconsciously rubs his side that was still a nice crispy black color, taking a while to heal.
“You better have, Spike. Next time there won’t be a warning.” Tara growls softly, her eyes flashing as she steps up beside her lover.
Buffy smirks at the sight of Tara becoming all butch, the Wiccan having taken exception to the last time Spike had hunted her out and was hitting on her. That night she had been so turned on by Tara’s display that she’d literally dragged Tara back to her dorm room, ripping her clothes off and spent roughly four hours making love to her before finally stopping when Tara had begged that she couldn’t take anymore before passing out. Shaking her head at the remembered night, Buffy leans into Tara chuckling. “What do you want, Spike?”
Spike steps back another step as Tara’s eyes seem to lighten, making his skin tingle and itch with the power flowing from her. “Truce, Witch! I be behavin’ myself, I am.” Spike hurriedly lights a cigarette, inhaling deeply of the tobacco trying to get control of the fear he feels of the blonde. Really not wanting to admit that the bint scares the bejesus out of him and his demon both. “Got some information you two might like to hear. There’s news that the blokes that did this…” Spike taps his head and narrows his gaze. “Have been playing around and making something that ain’t human, but ain’t demon either. From the ramblings I’ve heard from other demons that they’ve fixed, he’s a combination of things that they created in their lab.”
“Why should I believe you? And what do you mean, it isn’t human? Do you mean that they’ve used some human parts also?” Buffy growls menacingly, stepping closer to the vampire.
“That’s what I heard, slayer! Don’t be staking the messenger. I just thought that maybe… you’d be appreciative of the heads up. Maybe you’d see your way to spotting me twenty or so bucks for some food.” Spike shrugs and screams like a girl when he’s sent flying through the cemetery they’d been standing outside of, crashing into a mausoleum wall and knocking him off-kilter. “Well, bloody ‘ell.” Spike holds his head and whimpers even as he feels pain from the rest of his body from his hard contact with the wall. “Be appreciative of being still of the undead. This town is gettin’ to be a bit much for a fixed vampire bloke.” Spike mumbles, his eyes crossed with the pain shooting through his body.
“Suck on some rats, Spike.” Tara growls angrily, before turning her gaze on her thoughtful looking lover. “What are you thinking?”
“I would hope he’s wrong, but after the experiments they’ve done on the demons and the rumblings I’ve heard, I think there’s some truth to what he says.” Buffy admits as she starts to walk again, wanting to work on finishing patrol. “Then there’s the fact I haven’t seen Riley, and his buddy’s have been acting weird for the last couple months.” Buffy frowns as she thinks about it, realizing how true it is.
“Do you think any of his friends would be helpful if you talked to them?” Tara questions softly, her eyes serious.
Buffy takes a deep breath, exhaling it loudly. “I doubt it. They didn’t really much care for me to begin with. With the way Riley and I broke up, I very seriously doubt that they’ll want to have anything to do with me. We’ll have to figure out some other way to see if we can ferret out what’s going on.”
“We’ll figure it out, Buffy. I promise.” Tara eases closer to her lover, enjoying the feel of Buffy’s arm brushing against her. Loving the contact whenever possible though while they’re out on patrol together more often than not they aren’t in contact with each other unless her lover becomes extremely horny.
“Do you have your bag ready for tomorrow?” Buffy smiles as Tara chuckles and nods her head. “It’ll be interesting to see how mom reacts around us for the next week.”
“Hmmm. She still letting us share the same room?” Tara wiggles her eyebrows at Buffy, laughing softly as Buffy blushes.
“Yes. Though I don’t know how much mischief we can get up to at night. Someone’s a little loud.” Buffy jokes, bumping gently into Tara.
“You mean you are a little loud.” Tara bumps back, squealing and jogging ahead of her lover after Buffy smacks her on the butt.
“Uh, uh. You are. They heard that squeal four blocks away.” Buffy takes off after Tara, grinning hugely. One major thing different about her and Tara’s relationship from her previous relationships is how much fun they have together. And whereas Tara was perfectly content to let things stay at hugs and kisses with light touches if she wasn’t in the mood for anything more. Not that that usually happens, but there has been a couple nights when she’s come in from patrol tired and worn out, just wanting her lover’s tender touch without anything extra. That was definitely one thing Riley never could understand. Sometimes it was just the closeness and soft touching without the actual sex aspect that she needed. Shaking those thoughts from her head, Buffy puts on a small burst of speed to catch up to her lover, lifting her in her arms and spinning her around to kiss her firmly. “I love you.” Buffy whispers after releasing Tara so she slides down the short distance to the ground.
“I love you, too.” Tara smiles and runs her fingers gently through Buffy’s hair. Moaning softly as Buffy grasps and lifts her hand to nibble on her fingertips. “We need to finish patrol.”
“I know.” Buffy nips Tara’s thumb before sucking on it strongly. “Can I keep you forever?”
“Yes.” Tara answers simply. Knowing the slayer is possessive of her, just as much as she is of Buffy. Cupping the slayer’s cheeks in her hands, Tara caresses her lips softly over Buffy’s. “Not to change the subject, but…” Tara sighs as she releases Buffy, the two women starting to walk again. “Have you heard anymore from the Council about Faith?”
Buffy unconsciously stiffens, before slowly relaxing. “No. From what Giles has told us, after she woke up, they shipped her right over to England for rehabilitation.”
“Do you think that’s actually what they did?” Tara winces slightly at the thought that the Council could do something to the other woman.
Buffy sighs quietly and slowly shakes her head as she leans against Tara, wrapping her arm gently around her lover’s waist. “I honestly don’t know, Tara. So much happened with Faith, I honestly think if Wesley and the goons from the Council hadn’t shown up, Angel and I had reached her. But she did some pretty horrible things. I don’t know if they can help her or even if they really want to help her.”
“It’s sad. I hope they can help her.” Tara admits quietly, Buffy having explained to her what went on. Knowing her lover tried to be unbiased, but honestly not knowing how she could be with what happened. Silently wondering what Faith’s side of the story is. “I just hope she finds peace, love.”
Buffy smiles and rubs her cheek against Tara’s shoulder, knowing her lover usually wants what’s best for everyone involved, and usually didn’t like anyone being hurt, whether physically or emotionally. Though she didn’t seem to mind with the demons so much, Buffy giggles softly remembering Spike.
“What do you want to do when we get back to my dorm room? I mean, I assume you’re staying the night with me tonight…” Tara tilts her head and brushes it over Buffy’s shoulder.
“Of course. Don’t I usually spend weekends with you?” Buffy grins at the sexy chuckle that comes from her lover.
“And usually a few nights during the week, also.” Tara pinches Buffy’s side gently. “I’m surprised Willow even remembers that you share a dorm room with her.”
“She knows it.” Buffy grumbles and pats Tara firmly on the butt. “I meet with her at least three nights a week, and for breakfast a couple times a week. Then whenever we can for lunch or on the weekends.”
“I know, honey. I just don’t want her to feel like she’s lost you to me.” Tara admits quietly, her eyes slightly shadowed at the thought, honestly not wanting to hurt the redhead.
“I know. That’s why I make sure I talk to her at least five times a week. More often and for longer periods of time whenever possible. My class load being lighter than yours helps with that.” Buffy hugs Tara gently, before releasing her as she feels a demon close by.
Tara removes her arm and keeps her eyes shifting as she looks around, having felt the light tensing that always happens whenever she’s in contact with Buffy and there’s a vampire nearby. Watching Buffy ease away while looking behind her, Tara shifts slightly as Buffy makes eye contact with her.
“What the fuck?” Buffy furrows her brows as she catches a glimpse of the Initiatives groupies spreading out, slowly circling them. “Tara, I don’t like this.”
Tara frowns as she notices the commandos pointing their taser guns at them. “Trust me?” Tara whispers softly, touching her lover.
“Completely.” Buffy’s eyes twitch from one person to another.
“Open yourself to me, let me borrow your power to augment my own.” Tara barely speaks above a whisper, so hopefully only Buffy can hear her.
Buffy unconsciously licks her lips, her and Tara having spoken a couple times about their ‘walls’ around their powers that both women keep up. Tara mentioning that she had a practically unlimited supply of power to call on, because of her mystical slayer heritage. The line going back so far, it was all at her disposal if she wanted to tap it. Honestly slightly afraid of all that power, Buffy hadn’t wanted to tap into it. But now, looking at the thirty or so soldiers surrounding them, she’s afraid that something might happen to Tara. Feeling a tickling sensation inside her head, Buffy lowers the wall, closing her eyes as she can ‘feel’ Tara tapping her power.
Tara wraps both arms around Buffy and stares at the soldiers. Whispering a protective spell around them, using Buffy’s power to keep it steady knowing it’ll stay that way until she pulls it down. The power her lover has is unbelievable. “We’re protected from whatever they want to try, if you want to talk to them.” Tara let’s Buffy know. “Just stay in contact with me. It’s my spell, but you’re the battery for it.”
Buffy nods her understanding. Turning in her lover’s arm, she faces the soldiers. “What do you want?”
“We want the witch. She’s a hostile, and needs to be tested.”
Buffy frowns and shifts slightly, looking at the one that stepped forward and spoke. “She’s not hostile, unless you do something to piss her off. Plus the fact that she doesn’t harm humans. But that’s liable to change if you hurt her, or me.” Buffy narrows her gaze on the leader. “Every one of you has an idea of what I’m capable of. You’ve seen me in action, and you saw what I did to the pets Professor Walsh sent after me to kill me. Do you really want to get on my bad side? Cause I’m telling you now, if you come after Tara, or any of my friends or family, I won’t stop until I tear the Initiative apart with my bare hands. Now I suggest you go back to your little hole and let your superiors know that they are NOT laying one finger on Tara.”
Tara watches as the leader backs up before turning to stride a distance away. Feeling Buffy tense, Tara presses her lips gently against the back of her head, while whispering. “Can you hear him?”
“Yes, but its damn soldier speak, and I don’t have a clue what he’s saying.” Buffy growls deeply. “The protective spell will stop anything?”
“Yes. Even magic being sent at us. We’re basically in an invisible, protective bubble that will absorb whatever they send at us.” Tara explains softly, her eyes moving from one soldier to another, trying to tell from their stances what’s going to happen.
Buffy gets a wicked grin on her face, before she asks the next question. “Does it have to absorb? Or can you do it so it’ll go back to the sender?”
Tara snorts at the thought before slowly nodding her head. “I can do the shield that way, if you would prefer.”
“Do it. As far as I’m concerned, if they try to harm you, they got it coming.” Buffy listens as Tara whispers softly in some foreign language and feels a slight difference in the tap of the power coming from her. “That tickles.” Buffy grumbles, raising a hand to rub her head.
“Sorry.” Tara has to smile at her lover’s grumbling, no matter how odd it seems.
“He has two more minutes, then we’re walking out of here.” Buffy growls, crossing her arms over her chest while leaning back into Tara. “Bastards aren’t out to help protect human kind, they’re out to fucking create a super soldier, and they think we’re too stupid to realize it.” Buffy makes sure she says it loud enough for every one of them to hear her. Smirking as a couple of them shift uncomfortably while darting glances at each other.
Tara feels one of the soldiers coming closer from behind them. Feeling Buffy tense, she hugs her tightly. “Trust me.”
Buffy slowly relaxes, still having the urge to turn around and smack the shit out of the asshole. “Ought to put a little nasty surprise on the spell. Maybe zap a couple hundred thousand volts of electricity through their balls and make them impotent.”
Tara laughs loudly at that comment, burying her face in Buffy’s neck. “You’re evil.”
“Yep.” Buffy nods her head in agreement. “Can you do it?”
“I’m not telling you.” Tara nips on Buffy’s neck before shifting her chin over her lover’s shoulder again.
“In other words you can, but you don’t want me to talk you into it.” Buffy gripes. “You and I are going to have a talk about this.”
“Uh, huh.” Tara quirks her lip.
“Okay, we’ve had enough waiting on you assholes.” Buffy grasps Tara’s hand, threading their fingers together before heading towards Giles’ apartment. “I have one thing to say. Don’t fuck with any of us, or you’ll have a whole world of hurt come down on you.” Buffy warns, her eyes flashing her anger.
Tara watches as the soldiers are unwillingly pushed aside by the protective barrier around them. Looking over her shoulder, she hears orders coming from the soldier in charge. Watching as they aim and shoot their taser guns, she shakes her head.
Buffy smirks as she watches the items hit their shield and shoot back towards the soldiers that tried to shoot them, dropping them where they stood. “Effective. How much does one of those things send out, anyway?”
“Hmm. Not real sure, I think around 50,000 volts, but it also depends on what model they use.” Tara murmurs.
“How do you know this?” Buffy questions curiously as they walk away, ignoring the commotion coming from the commandos behind them.
Tara shrugs and grins crookedly at her lover. “I’ve researched all kinds of weird and unusual things since we’ve started dating and I’ve learned about the things going on around here. I actually looked into getting one of those as protection, but the ones for personal protection will probably just piss off the demons, instead of doing anything to them. But the law enforcement ones had more juice. They might make some of the demons think twice, but not necessarily stop them.”
“So, pretty much useless for the normal person here on the Hellmouth.” Buffy sighs quietly. “Would have been nice if I could have gotten the Council to float for everyone in Sunnydale getting one.”
Tara chuckles at the sarcastic note in her lover’s voice. “I’m sure that would have gone over really well.”
Buffy smirks at her lover, before slowly becoming serious as they get closer to Giles’ apartment. “I don’t like them coming after you, Tara.”
Tara sighs quietly and gently squeezes the fingers laced with hers. “I don’t much care for it myself, but what can we do?”
“Stay by your side 24/7?” Buffy quirks an eyebrow, her eyes serious.
“I’d love it, but that’s not very practical.” Tara gently bumps her shoulder with Buffy’s. “We’ll just have to be on guard and prepared, I guess. Stay to well populated areas and not be out by myself.”
“That’s a start. Because my other thought isn’t something I much care for, and I seriously doubt that you’ll do it anyway.” Buffy knocks firmly on Giles’ door as Tara looks at her questioningly. “Send you far away from the Hellmouth until we get the Initiative taken care of.”
“Not happening.” Tara grumbles, not liking that idea at all.
“Didn’t think so.” Buffy steps through the door as Giles opens it. “We have a problem, Giles.”
“Yes, well, do come in.” Giles mumbles as he rolls his eyes, the two women already in his apartment.
Tara chuckles softly as Buffy grumbles under her breath. Slowly releasing the spell, she shrugs her shoulders as Buffy looks at her questioningly. “No reason to keep it up right now.”
“Would you like some tea, my dear?” Giles questions, ignoring his slayer while he smiles at Tara. The young woman having endeared herself to him early on with her gentle mannerisms, control of her powers and the fact that she loved tea. Frowning as her words sink in, he looks more intently at Buffy and Tara. “Keep what up?”
“Make the tea, Giles. This is going to be a sit down kind of discussion.” Buffy grumbles quietly, tugging Tara to the couch as the two women get comfortable.
Giles groans and makes his way into the kitchen, silently wondering what’s happening now.
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