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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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�How bad is it?� Buffy questions soberly as Tara gently cleans the wound on her face.
�It�ll scar.� Tara admits, her eyes flickering to make contact with Buffy�s for a moment. �How did it happen?�
�Honestly, I don�t know.� Buffy rolls her eyes at the admittance. �All I can remember is a demon had something in its hand and swung at me while another one had hold of me. Before I could get loose it connected. That�s the only thing that I remember that could have done it.�
Tara winces slightly. Reaching down for the antibiotic ointment, she gently works it into the healing wound. �I know your slayer healing keeps scarring to a minimum, so it won�t be bad. But it is there and it�ll probably be noticeable unless you wear make-up to cover it up once it�s healed.� Tara explains quietly, carefully working the ointment into the area close to Buffy�s eye, thankful that it hadn�t hit her there, as she probably would have lost her sight. �How do your ribs and ankle feel?�
�Ribs achy, ankle a little bit off but okay.� Buffy looks down at her ankle and the bandage still wrapped around it.
�You didn�t ice them down last night, did you?� Tara purses her lips as Buffy shakes her head. Sighing softly, Tara finishes working antibiotic cream into the other scrapes, though most of them were healed enough to not need it, but deciding it won�t hurt. �Can I see your ribs?� Tara steps back, letting Buffy pull off her shirt. Gently pulling the closures from the cloth, Tara unwinds the wrap and looks at Buffy�s ribs. �Are they broken?�
�A couple.� Buffy admits, gently twisting her body around, trying to loosen up the stiffness as Tara�s fingers gently probe the area.
�It�s too late to worry about icing them down now. They�ll be healed in what, another day or two?� Tara glances up at Buffy to see her nod. �Should I re-wrap them?�
Buffy moves around a little more, and shakes her head. �You don�t have to. They�re healed enough to where they don�t really need the support.�
Tara looks over the other bruising and hurt areas, checking to make sure they seem to be healing fine as she works her way down Buffy�s body. Checking the slice on her leg, she gently places more antibiotic ointment on it after pulling off the bandage. �Go ahead and sit down, I�ll unwrap your ankle and see how it is.�
Buffy shifted back and sat down on the edge of the bed watching as Tara kneels on the floor, gently lifting her foot and unwrapping the Ace bandage.
Looking at the lightly bruised ankle, Tara gently runs her fingers over it before rotating it while looking up at Buffy. �You could have put your top back on, you know.� Tara points to the item sitting on the bed beside Buffy.
Buffy smirks and shakes her head. �Why would I want to do that?�
�To help me keep my sanity.� Tara mumbles quietly. �How does this feel?�
�A little twinge here and there, but it�ll probably be pretty much healed by tonight.� Buffy�s hand goes to her stomach as it makes an ungodly rumbling noise.
Tara chuckles and looks at the slayer�s stomach. �Sounds like you might have swallowed a demon or two last night instead of just wiping them out.� Patting Buffy�s ankle she sets it down and stands. �I�ll go fix breakfast, any requests?�
Buffy shrugs. �Whatever�s easiest to make.�
�And fastest, right?� Tara laughs as Buffy�s stomach rumbles again, and the slayer looks at it in disgust.
�Yeah, I guess so.� Buffy grabs her shirt and pulls it on. �I�ll help. Maybe scrambled eggs with cheese, sausage links and toast?�
�Can�t get much easier than that.� Tara chuckles as she jogs down the stairs.
�Easy, she says. I burn everything I try to make.� Buffy grumbles as she follows Tara down the stairs at a more sedate pace not wanting to push her ankle too much.
***
�Are you sure you�re not doing this to try and sneak in a quick grope?� Buffy questions as she sits between Tara�s legs, her back pressed against the Wiccan�s chest. Having to admit she�s enjoying the closeness.
�I haven�t been the one feeling you up in the middle of the night.� Tara growls softly in Buffy�s ear, smirking as Buffy blushes darkly.
�I wasn�t feeling you up. I was just trying to see where, if anywhere, you might have a piercing.� Buffy tells on herself, blushing even darker at the knowing laughter coming from Tara.
�Busted.� Tara chuckles. �No, no free feels.� Tara strokes her fingers gently over Buffy�s stomach, her hands under the slayer�s top as they sit in the back yard. �I want to try something different on the meditations we�ve been doing, and its better done Sky clad, but as long as we have bare skin touching, we should be okay.� Tara explains.
Buffy smirks and wiggles back into Tara, the Wiccan having unbuttoned her shirt. With Buffy having lifted up her shirt, her bare back was pressed delightfully against Tara�s breasts. Smirking as she feels Tara�s nipples hardening against her, Buffy wiggles even more.
�Stop that!� Tara pinches Buffy�s stomach, while taking a long deep breath to try and clear her mind.
�I don�t mind being Sky clad, I mean if it�ll help�� Buffy tries again, chuckling as Tara growls deeply in her ear, the rumble sending a streak of desire through her body.
�If you keep distracting me, I won�t be able to see if this will help!� Tara states exasperatedly, having been trying for the last fifteen minutes to calm her center enough to connect with Buffy without actually invading the slayer�s spirit. Hoping the influence of her own body, mind, soul and spirit will help align Buffy�s so it�ll heal fully and properly this time. Not feeling comfortable enough before to touch Buffy more intimately, but after this mornings happenings and with Buffy�s consent, they�d decided to try it.
Buffy pouts before finally mumbling. �Fine, I�ll behave.�
�Thank you.� Tara settles her hands back in place, one directly beneath the slayer�s breasts, the palm pressing slightly against the ribs while the other hand is directly below that one, the fingers spread out over Buffy�s lower abdomen and pressing firmly against her. Ignoring the feel of the slayer�s short wiry curls brushing against her pinky, she takes calming deep breaths, her chin resting over Buffy�s shoulder.
Slowly Buffy relaxes more into Tara, opening herself to the Wiccan without even being aware of it, the two women�s breaths slowly coming into sync with each other, even as their heartbeats become one. Buffy�s hands move to lie overtop of Tara�s larger hands, pressing against them without her even being aware of it.
Tara slowly allows her spirit to connect with Buffy�s, almost overlaying it to show her what an undamaged spirit is supposed to be like, urging her silently to try and mend herself. Knowing if this doesn�t help, the only other step open to them would be for her to actually come in and try and heal the slayer with her own spirit, using part of it to put the slayer back together again while absorbing the shattered pieces within herself. Knowing that would cause a permanent connection between them of some sort, to what degree Tara doesn�t know without doing it.
Buffy frowns as she feels what Tara�s trying to tell her what to do. Seeing her damaged spirit and soul Buffy �sees� Tara�s whole spirit and soul shining brightly. Imagining hers looking like Tara�s, Buffy tries to �slayer� it into doing what she wants. Not having any luck, she unconsciously growls until she feels Tara�s calming influence settling her back down again. Realizing Tara�s trying to tell her that she can�t bully it into doing what she wants that she needs to coax it along.
Tara feels Buffy slowly relaxing and trying to do what she�s urging her to do. Watching some of the smaller sections slowly coming together, Tara smiles internally as she watches Buffy determinedly working on putting her �puzzle� back together again.
Unaware of the time passing the two women work together. The process slow and more draining than either of them realize as the morning becomes afternoon and afternoon heads towards evening.
Finally the drain becoming too much, Tara works on slowly pulling her spirit back within her, her consciousness hearing the whimper escape Buffy�s lips as she slowly brings the first session to an end. Feeling drained but happy at the fact that the two of them were able to get Buffy back to where she was before she�d backslid. Groaning as she slowly moves her stiff arms from around Buffy, Tara falls back on the ground her body sore and aching from spending too many hours in one spot without moving.
Buffy, not fairing much better than Tara, slowly moves out from between Tara�s legs to lie beside the Wiccan on the ground, staring up at the sun. �We�ve been out here for over eight hours, haven�t we?�
�Uh, huh.� Tara doesn�t even bother opening her eyes again to look at the sun. The glimpse she�d gotten of it and the location of it in the sky letting her know that it�s probably around five or six o�clock in the evening.
Buffy turns her head, frowning as she sees the tired look on Tara�s face, the Wiccan not even taking the time out to cover herself after the in depth meditation. Shifting, Buffy gently pulls the two sides of the shirt together and buttons it for Tara before leaning down and placing a soft kiss on her lips. �Thank you. That helped a lot.�
Tara slowly drags her eyes open, a small flitter of a smile crossing her lips as she looks at the slayer. �I would like to work on doing it again tomorrow. The only thing is, is if Dawnie comes home, it would probably cause her to freak out if she saw us.�
�She�ll deal. I�ll leave a note for her or something. But we�ll only do it, if you�re up for it.� Buffy gently strokes her thumb under one of Tara�s eyes. Knowing the Wiccan didn�t get much rest the night before, and honestly she didn�t either. �I�ll order a couple pizzas for dinner. Would you like some wings or something to go with them?�
Tara nods her head, past the point of arguing about the pork chops she could fix, not having the energy to do it. �Maybe order a salad also?�
Buffy slowly shifts and stands up, groaning as she stretches her body, trying to get the blood flowing back in it. Offering her hand to Tara, she pulls the woman up so she�s standing in front of her. �Anything you want.� Buffy watches as Tara winces slightly as she puts her weight down on one of her legs. �Fall asleep?�
�Goddess� did it.� Tara groans her hands going down to the deadened leg.
Buffy kneels in front of Tara and slowly works her hands up and down the flesh, enjoying the feel of the silky smooth skin more than she probably should, since she�s trying to help Tara and not get a free feel. Hearing whimpering coming from Tara Buffy looks up stilling her hands.
�Thank you.� Tara winces as the blood starts flowing through her leg, causing the pins and needles sensation.
Realizing what�s happening, Buffy removes her hands and stands, placing her hands on Tara�s waist to help her balance as she keeps from putting weight on the leg.
Tara places a hand on Buffy�s shoulder as she wavers slightly, waiting for the worst of the tingling sensation to subside before trying her weight on the leg. Sighing in relief as the pain becomes bearable, Tara smiles thankfully at the slayer.
�Come on. Why don�t you go in and relax while I order the food.� Buffy urges Tara towards the house, surprised when Tara doesn�t budge. Looking up into shimmering blue eyes, Buffy frowns at the sight of the tears showing. �What�s wrong?�
�I don�t know how much it will help doing it this way for the worst of the splintered portions, Buffy.� Tara finally admits. It having taken longer and been a lot more draining on her than she would have imagined with trying to walk Buffy through helping herself.
�We can try, if you don�t want to do the more invasive part.� Buffy shakes her head for Tara not to worry about it right now. �Come on, let�s go in. Personally I�m hungry, and I swear I can even hear your stomach grumbling.� Buffy pats Tara gently on the stomach, smiling at the light blush that comes to the Wiccan�s cheeks.
�Maybe a tad.� Tara admits. �I think I�ll run upstairs and take a shower.�
Buffy slowly follows Tara into the house, enjoying the sight of the blonde Wiccan. Having to admit that she never would have believed the absolutely gorgeous body the woman usually hid under her long skirts and loose shirts if she hadn�t seen it for herself. Of course being plastered up against it at night, or as the case may be more often than not, on top of it, she�s learned the feel and muscles the woman has more intimately than she would have believed, without the two of them being lovers. Fighting the groan and burst of desire, Buffy picks up the phone, hitting the speed dial to place the order for pizzas, along with hot wings, salad and some cheesy breadsticks.
***
�I can go with you on patrol, if you�d like.� Tara offers as Buffy stands in the middle of the living room, obviously debating internally about something.
Buffy�s eyes flicker as she turns to look at Tara. Replaying what the woman had said, Buffy shakes her head. �I honestly don�t think there will be that many demons left. From what I can remember from my anger induced haze I probably wiped out around twenty-five demons give or take last night. I was planning on just hitting the cemetery�s looking for newbies.� Buffy waves her hand towards the newspaper where the obituaries were that let her know which cemetery�s to look in.
�Then it�ll be a relatively quick night. I�ll go with you, if you don�t mind.� Tara offers her eyes serious as she looks at Buffy. Her eyes looking at the reddened area of the jagged cut on Buffy�s face, it was starting about a quarter of an inch from Buffy�s right eye and traveling in a somewhat jagged line down just shy of her chin. Tilting her head slightly, Tara tries to imagine a pale, thin scar in place of the angry red wound. Thinking about it, Tara smiles as she realizes it�ll add a little something to the slayer, making her normally beautiful looks a little more dangerous, and honestly probably even more desirable.
Buffy quirks her eyebrow up at the sight of Tara smiling, knowing the woman was looking at her wound, but not understanding for the life of her what would make her smile. �You�re going to have to explain that smile.� Buffy comments as she makes her way over to her weapons chest.
Tara blushes as Buffy looks over her shoulder at her. �Do I have to? Or can I plead the fifth?�
�We�re not a court of law here. And yes, you have to.� Buffy becomes even more intrigued at the blush on Tara�s face.
Tara whimpers and covers her face with her hands, before mumbling against them. �I think the scar will make you even sexier.�
Buffy stares at Tara, the surprise obvious on her face. �You think I�m sexy?� Buffy finally questions softly. Admitting she thought she was decent looking, maybe even cute by some peoples� standards, but she�d never consider herself sexy, beautiful or gorgeous like she would some people. Looking at Tara and admitting she would definitely consider Tara a very beautiful woman, and sexy in her own right when she relaxes and allows that extremely sexy half grin to cross her face.
�Goddess, Buffy! What do you think?� Tara answers, pulling her hands down from her face, her eyes wide as she takes in the slayer�s surprised countenance. �You don�t�� Tara shakes her head and moves towards the petite blonde. �You�re one of the most beautiful, sexy women I know, Buffy. And you are extremely sexy.� Tara more breathes the words, than says them as she leans in to caress her lips across Buffy�s.
Buffy steps into Tara�s body dropping the stake in her hand and wrapping her arms around her neck, tugging gently to encourage Tara to deepen the kiss, even as she opens her mouth and flicks her tongue across Tara�s lips. Groaning deeply as Tara�s arms wrap around her waist pulling her tighter against the slightly taller woman, the feel of Tara�s breasts being crushed against hers, making her body tighten with want and desire. Threading her fingers through soft, silky hair, Buffy tilts her head for a tighter fit and growls into Tara�s mouth as the Wiccan takes control of the kiss, plundering her mouth as if she can�t get enough even while her body�s pressing more firmly against her.
Breaking off the kiss for some much needed oxygen, Tara rests her forehead against Buffy�s, panting heavily. �Goddess, Buffy! I was planning on a simple, brief kiss.�
Buffy chuckles as she slowly gets control of her breathing, scraping her nails gently over Tara�s neck, smirking at the low groan she gets in response. �Wanted more.� Buffy admits.
�Obviously.� Tara grins crookedly at the slayer before easing back from her, gently squeezing Buffy�s waist before releasing her completely. �Patrol.� Tara murmurs finally, heading towards the stairs.
Buffy shifts so she can watch Tara hurry up the stairs, a huge grin crossing her face at the little wiggle Tara does while unobtrusively pulling downwards on her pants. �A bit of a problem, huh?� Buffy questions softly, smirking before bending over, groaning herself as her pants press against her aching body. Grabbing the stake, Buffy straightens quickly and does her own wiggle while pulling her jeans down. �Damn.� Buffy growls softly, before finishing grabbing her tools of the trade.
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