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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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Faith strips quickly, placing Tara�s belt on the bed before yanking on a pair of shorts and tank top, gathering the clothes and running downstairs. �Mrs. S.?� Faith questions, skidding to a stop watching as Joyce slices the cucumber.

�What is it, Faith?� Joyce questions looking up, placing the knife on the cutting board.

�You got one of those Aloe plants around here, don�t ya�?� Faith questions quickly.

�Yes, actually I have a couple. One outside and one up in my bedroom, why?� Joyce frowns watching as Faith bounces worriedly.

�Tare�s a little on the red side from being out in the sun for four hours today. She�s gonna be in some pain if we don�t do somethin�.� Faith admits, frowning.

Joyce bites her lip to keep from laughing, after realizing it wasn�t anything serious. �I�ll go cut a couple sections on the one outside, it�s bigger and has more medicine in the sections. After she takes her shower, she should spread it liberally over the red areas.�

�Ummm� Probably going to need more than a few sections, then.� Faith blushes lightly, looking down at the floor.

�Oh.� Joyce blinks in realization. �Okay, then.� Joyce walks out to the garage, grabbing her pruning shears and a large jar.

�I�m gonna go throw these in the laundry.� Faith mutters as Joyce heads towards the back door.

�Going to have to introduce those two to sunscreen.� Joyce chuckles as she starts cutting the sections, tilting them so the medicine stays in them while placing them in the jar. �Oh, to be young again.� Joyce smirks as she hears Faith come out the door. �Those were the days.�

�Ain�t funny.� Faith grumbles. �I didn�t realize she was turning red till just a few minutes ago. I should have known better with her fair skin, that she�d probably burn.� Faith bitches as she paces back and forth as Joyce keeps cutting sections.

�So, I would probably be assuming correctly if I were to say her whole body is going to need to be coated?� Joyce questions softly.

�Yeah.� Faith sighs deeply. �She goes and does this to help heal me, and she�s gonna be hurting because of it! Just ain�t right.�

�This�ll take the heat out of it. If you want, I can run to the store real quick and pick up some of the Aloe Vera in a bottle, to help. I don�t know if I�ll have enough to treat her body more than once.� Joyce admits quietly as she clips the plant down as far as she dares. �Come with me, I�ll cut what I can off my plant upstairs.�

�Good, I�ll take them into the bathroom and see if Tare�s finished with her bath, then I�ll help put this on her.� Faith holds her hand out for the jar, following Joyce up the stairs.

�She taking a cool bath?� Joyce smiles softly at the obvious worry in the slayer�s voice for the witch.

�I told her to, so I hope she listened.� Faith grumbles. �But she�s stubborn.�

�Hmmm. Reminds me of someone else.� Joyce smirks at the slayer before finishing cutting the sections of plant. �There you go. I�ll run to the store now, if you can put up the cucumber.�

�Please.� Faith looks at the woman with a pleading look in her eyes.

�You got it bad, Faith.� Joyce pats the woman on the shoulder.

�I know.� Faith admits, rubbing a hand over the back of her neck. �It was bad enough before, without knowing her that well, but after her helping me, us talking and then last night and today.� Faith blows a heavy breath of air up into her hair. �Damn, girl�s hiding a body from hell under those damn frumpy clothes. She makes me feel things I ain�t never felt before, and I don�t mean just physically.�

�Life�s short, Faith. Grab onto it with both hands.� Joyce suggests quietly. �Go take care of your woman, I�m going to run to the store.�

�Thanks, Mrs. S. I appreciate everythin� you do for me.� Faith smiles at the woman.

�Thanks for letting me.� Joyce smiles softly at the young woman. �I�ll be back in a little while. Don�t forget the stuff downstairs.�

�I won�t, thanks.� Faith follows Joyce out of her bedroom, stopping outside the bathroom door as Joyce continues to the stairs. Knocking gently, Faith smiles as Tara calls for her to come in.

Tara smiles as Faith comes in carrying the jar with the Aloe plant in it. �Hi, sweetie.�

�Hey. Mrs. S. is running to the store to pick up some Aloe Vera in a bottle, since we pretty much grabbed all her plants for this. Is the bath pulling the heat from your skin?� Faith questions placing the jar on the sink, walking over to the tub, checking the temperature.

�Yes, I used cool water, and yes it�s helping.� Tara sighs watching Faith.

Faith looks over Tara�s body, frowning as it seems she�s becoming redder. Pulling her cell phone out of her pocket, she dials Joyce�s cell. �Mrs. S.? Can you pick up a pair of sweat shorts for Tara to wear, I don�t think sweat pants are gonna get it. And a large tank top? That way they�ll be loose on her and less fabric to rub against her skin. Thanks.� Faith smiles as she disconnects, tucking the phone back away.

�Do you carry that thing with you everywhere?� Tara questions.

�Pretty much. I tuck it away in a pants pocket or jacket pocket on automatic.� Faith frowns as she lightly brushes her thumb over the reddening cheek of the witch. �You soak for a while longer, place the washrag on your face, to help pull some of the heat from it. I�ll be back up in a few minutes to help you put the aloe on, okay?�

�Faith�� Tara starts to tell the slayer not to worry, but when she frowns even harder, Tara sighs and smiles. �Okay, sweetie.�

�Good.� Faith nods, brushing her thumb over the bottom lip of the witch. �I need to check on the potatoes and finish slicing the cucumber that Mrs. S. was working on. You need me, yell.�

�I�ll be okay. I�ll just soak until you come back up, so take your time.� Tara places a kiss on Faith�s thumb as it strokes continuously over her bottom lip as she talks.

��Kay.� Faith leans in placing a soft kiss on Tara�s lips. �I�ll be back in a few.�

Tara shakes her head as the slayer quickly leaves the bathroom. �Goodness, you�re going to spoil me, aren�t you?� Tara questions the empty room as she slides down further in the water, groaning quietly as the coolness counteracts with her heated skin.

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Faith quickly slices and chops everything for the salad, placing them in containers and putting them back in the refrigerator, as she listens intently for any sounds from upstairs. Taking a fork, she stabs one of the potatoes. �Not yet.� Faith mutters as she sets the fork on the counter to check them again later. Double-checking to make sure she�s done everything she can, she grabs a water as she runs up the stairs, knocking lightly on the bathroom door.

�You don�t have to knock, Faith.� Tara calls quietly, smiling as Faith opens the door.

�Yeah, well, Mrs. S. has been getting on me about just barging in all the time.� Faith admits. �Told her she needs to lock the damn door.�

Tara laughs quietly at the mischievous looking slayer. �You two act more like best friends than anything.�

�Yeah, well, she kinda is my best friend.� Faith sits down on the toilet seat looking at the witch. �You wanna continue soaking for a while longer, or do you want to come out and me slick you up with the aloe?�

�I�m about to become a prune.� Tara admits, as she pulls the plug and stands.

Faith grabs the towel, gently wrapping the witch as she steps out of the tub. �Want me to pat you dry? I�ll try to be gentle as to not irritate you.� Faith offers.

�You�ll probably be easier on me than I would be.� Tara grins crookedly at Faith. �I�ll be okay, Faith. Just a little sunburn.�

�Yeah, well I shoulda insisted that you put your clothes on. I didn�t notice you getting red until you were getting ready to take a bath.� Faith grumps as she gently pats the woman dry, slowly working over her body.

�It takes a while to show up, but when it does, I look like a lobster.� Tara admits, biting her lip at the slight burning sensation over her more sensitive areas.

�I know this is hurtin� ya�.� Faith looks worriedly into the witch�s eyes. �Want me to hit the worst places first?� Faith questions, her eyes dropping down to Tara�s breasts, frowning.

�Please.� Tara smiles as Faith hands her the water before grabbing the first section of aloe, squeezing the medicine out.

Faith liberally coats Tara�s breasts, frowning as the witch flinches. �Can you heal yourself?� Faith questions softly as she slowly works her way through the aloe plant, gently coating the witch�s body with the sticky substance.

�Unfortunately, no. It isn�t part of what I can do. I can heal other people to a certain degree, but not myself.� Tara admits, sighing quietly as the medicine from the plant finally starts to ease the pain of the sunburn.

�Your front is bad, but your back is worse.� Faith comments as she finishes the last of the aloe, placing an extra layer over the woman�s back and butt cheeks. �Should we put your hair up, to help keep you a little cooler?� Faith grabs her brush, gently brushing the blonde hair.

�No, it�ll be okay.� Tara whisper, closing her eyes at the soft ministrations of the slayer, knowing that, except herself and Joyce, no one ever sees this side of the slayer.

�Want to stay in here with me while I take a shower, or would you rather lay down in my room for a while?� Faith questions placing a gentle kiss on the back of the witch�s neck, one of the few places that isn�t red. �Or I could kiss all the places that aren�t red.�

Tara chuckles quietly as she looks down at her body. �Not many places to choose from in that case.�

�Hmmm. No, not many places.� Faith whispers as she washes her hands before walking around the woman. �The spot on your neck I just kissed, your face isn�t real bad. A little on the pink side, but still kissable.� Faith brushes her lips over the Tara�s cheek, working her way to her ears. �Your ears are definitely kissable.� Faith smiles as Tara whimpers as she kisses the sensitive ears. �And there�s one other area that is definitely kissable.� Faith breathes into Tara�s ear as she brushes gently over the witch�s mound, her fingers playfully tickling the woman.

�Faith!� Tara goes from moaning to chuckling at the slayer�s playfulness.

�What�sa matter?� Faith grins at the witch, playfully plucking at the short hairs. Chuckling as Tara squirms, Faith laughs quietly as she slowly stops her hand. Placing a gentle kiss on Tara�s jaw, Faith pulls away from the witch, smiling.

�Brat.� Tara smiles softly at the slayer. �How�s the food?�

�Potatoes are still on the stove, I guess I should check them again before taking a shower.� Faith admits. �Want to lay down until dinner?�

�I�m afraid if I lie down, I won�t get back up. And I�m kind of hungry.� Tara admits.

�Well, you can stay here until Mrs. S. comes back. She shouldn�t be much longer.� Faith explains softly, brushing her thumb over the woman�s full bottom lip. �And honestly, if I stay in here with you? I�m going to be kissing all of your non-burnt areas.�

Tara whimpers quietly as Faith winks and eases out of the bathroom. �She�s trying to drive me crazy. When we�re both healthy, I have a feeling we�re in for some serious fun.�

Faith pokes her head back in the bathroom, grinning. �You have no earthly idea.� Faith chuckles as Tara throws a wash rag towards her. Laughing, Faith quickly pulls her head back, heading downstairs.

Faith pokes the potatoes, smiling as it goes in easier, knowing they�re almost done. Running outside, she starts the grill. Walking back into the house, she smiles as she hears the Jeep pull back in the driveway. Opening the front door, she smiles as Joyce walks up the steps, handing her the bags.

�I got everything you asked for, along with some sleeping pills, in case she has trouble getting to sleep.� Joyce explains as she sets down her purse. �Did the Aloe help?�

�Yes, it did. Thanks.� Faith smiles gratefully at the older woman. �Potatoes are close to being done. I have all the fixings ready for the salad to be put together and the grill is heating up. I�m gonna give the witch her clothes and then take a shower, myself.�

�I�ll throw the salad together and put the steaks on.� Joyce smirks as Faith nods her head before practically running up the stairs. Joyce chuckles as she heads to the kitchen.

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�Here.� Faith pulls the shorts and tank top out of the bag as she walks into the bathroom. Yanking the tags off, she throws them in the trash as she kneels in front of Tara.

Tara rolls her eyes as she lifts her foot, stepping into the shorts before lifting her other foot, stepping into the other side, watching as Faith stretches the shorts out, gently pulling them up, trying to be careful not to rub the shorts over her skin.

Gently releasing the shorts, Faith nods her head as they�re nice and loose on the witch. �How do they feel?� Faith questions looking up into Tara�s beautiful blue eyes.

�They feel fine. Faith, you really don�t have to dress me.� Tara chuckles as Faith snarls her nose up.

�Yeah, like you didn�t need to bathe me, shave my legs, heal me, dress me and so on.� Faith explains as she grasps the tank top, grinning at the white top. �Oooh. Thin white tank top, no bra. Hmmm. Joyce was thinking.� Faith smirks as she licks her lips.

�Goddess!� Tara whimpers at the realization. �Surely she didn�t do that on purpose.�

�I don�t know, but I�m sure as hell gonna thank her.� Faith smirks as she eases the tank top over Tara, grinning at the nipples barely showing through the shirt. Not able to resist, Faith brushes her fingertips gently over the nipples, groaning as they quickly harden in response. �So sensitive.�

�Take a shower.� Tara orders as she heads out the bathroom door, going to Faith�s bedroom, looking for some kind of cover shirt to wear over the tank top.

�Here, you can wear this.� Joyce smiles as she hands Tara one of her oversized shirts. �They only had white tank tops in a large enough size for you to wear comfortably. I figured you might be uncomfortable wearing the thin white top.�

�Thank you.� Tara smiles at the older woman, easing the shirt gently on.

�I got a big bottle of Aloe Vera for you to use, along with some sleeping pills, just in case you might need the extra help to get a good nights sleep.� Joyce smiles. �Time to check the steaks.�

�Anything else you need help with?� Tara questions as she follows Joyce downstairs.

�If you want to throw the salad together. Faith already cleaned, sliced and diced everything, so all one of us has to do is toss it together.� Joyce throws over her shoulder as she walks out the back door.

Tara gathers the items out of the refrigerator, munching on a piece of radish as she throws the salad together.

�Damn. Why�d ya� cover up, for?� Faith pouts as she walks into the kitchen, running her hands through her damp hair.

�To help make a certain slayer behave.� Joyce explains, a definite smirk on her face as she walks in carrying the steaks on two different platters. �Faith, can you set the table?�

�Of course.� Faith quickly pulls down plates, and silverware carrying them to the dining room.

�I�ll take the salad and potatoes in.� Tara gather�s the two large bowls, following Faith, as Joyce carries in the steaks, setting them down in the middle of the table.

�What do you two ladies want to drink?� Joyce questions as she gets ready to head back into the kitchen.

�Soda.� Faith looks up, grinning as she places the plates on the table, ready to place the silverware beside them.

�I should probably have a big glass of water.� Tara smiles. �Let me help.� Tara follows Joyce in, grabbing a two liter of soda for Faith while Joyce fills the glasses with ice. Tara notices the butter and sour cream on the island, grabbing the three items, she quickly takes them into the dining room. �What else do we need, sweetie?� Tara questions softly setting the items down.

�I�ll get the rest. Go ahead and sit down, I brought a pillow and placed it in the chair, that way it might be a little more comfortable for you.� Faith admits quietly as she walks into the kitchen.

Joyce chuckles as she comes in, setting the water down in front of Tara. �Go ahead and grab what you want, Tara. You�ll have to fight Faith off the food with a baseball bat, if you don�t.�

�I heard that.� Faith growls as she carries in the bread and salad tongs.

�Thanks for inviting me.� Tara smiles as Faith hands her the steaks.

�No thanks necessary. Thank you.� Joyce smiles as Tara hands her the platter, the women quickly filling their plates.

�Here, babe.� Faith cuts off a piece of the tender steak, offering Tara a bite.

�Is it gonna set me on fire?� Tara questions, trying not to laugh.

�Do you like spicy food?� Faith questions with a raised eyebrow.

�Spicy, but not set my ass on fire food.� Tara jokes, finally accepting the piece of meat off the offered fork, chewing gently, swallowing the small bite of food. �Pretty good.� Tara finally admits, grinning.

�Want one for yourself?� Faith questions, reaching for one of her steaks.

�I�m not going to eat your steak, Faith.� Tara pats the woman gently on the leg. �You eat. Both of us are probably going to be crashing in around an hour, and not be good for much of anything but snoring.�

�Will you both really crash like that?� Joyce questions as she takes a bite of her salad watching the two women curiously.

�I definitely will. Faith might not crash quite as bad as I will, but she�ll definitely be tired.� Tara smiles at Joyce. �What I did, healed Faith, re-charged my Witchy batteries and probably gave Faith something of a charge.� Tara blushes lightly. �But it�ll eventually take its toll on me physically and I�ll crash. And probably crash hard. Before I was out for almost a week.�

Faith frowns turning towards Tara. �What?� Faith growls.

�I won�t crash that bad, probably 10-12 hours max.� Tara pats the slayer�s leg gently before she digs into her potato.

Faith watch�s Tara for a few minutes, frowning, before working her way through her first plate of food, reaching for another steak.

�Dinner is wonderful, Mrs. Summers.� Tara smiles as she finishes the last bite of her steak.

�Have some more, dear.� Joyce smiles at the woman.

�I think I will.� Tara grins as she reaches for a potato, cutting a section of it off, offering the rest to Faith. �I can�t eat another whole one, do you want the other part?�

�Sure. If you really like my steak, you take part of it?� Faith offers, cutting a section off, holding it over the witch�s plate.

�Please.� Tara grins as Faith smirks placing the steak on her plate.

�More bread or salad?� Faith questions as she places a piece of bread on her plate, offering it to Tara.

�I�m going to crash just from having a full tummy.� Tara groans as she accepts the bread.

Joyce chuckles as she finishes eating dinner, watching the two women. �Did you get enough to eat, Faith?�

�Yes, thanks.� Faith grins as she finally finishes her dinner, patting her stomach.

�Did you leave room for dessert?� Joyce questions, laughing at the look of misery on Tara�s face.

�No room.� Tara mumbles, unconsciously leaning towards Faith, whimpering as she places her hand on her shoulder.

�Okay, let�s get you slicked up again.� Faith eases her hand away from the woman, frowning at the heat coming from her lover�s body. �Mrs. S. I�ll come back down in a few and help you clean up.�

�Don�t worry about it, Faith. Take care of Tara. I�ll clean up from dinner. Do you guys want banana splits or not?� Joyce questions seriously as she starts gathering the dirty dishes.

�Nah, maybe for breakfast.� Faith smirks at the look she gets from Joyce. �Thanks, Mrs. S. Come on, Blondie. Let�s get you upstairs and pour half that bottle on you.�

�Okay.� Tara whimpers quietly as the pain starts working through her body a little more. Slowly she stands walking up the stairs.
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