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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 nibbles her lip as the two women walk slowly back to the college campus. Glancing over towards the blonde a couple times, wondering how to broach the subject, Faith sighs quietly.

Tara allows her lip to quirk up, knowing Faith�s wanting to say something, but for some reason is afraid to say it. �What is it, sweetie?� Tara finally questions softly.

�How do you know I wanna say somethin�?� Faith grumbles, her brows furrowed.

�You keep sliding me glances, and acting very un-Faith-like.� Tara smiles gently at the slayer, stroking her finger over the slayer�s cheek as they slow down, Faith looking at her seriously.

�What�s Faith-like?� Faith rolls her eyes at her wording, smiling as Tara chuckles.

�She likes to act like she�s all tough, and doesn�t care about anything. But underneath she�s a kind, caring, loving person. She�s also afraid of saying whatever it is she wants to say to me for some reason. And she normally just says whatever she wants.� Tara�s eyes twinkle at the last.

�Nice way of saying I�m blunt?� Faith�s lip starts to twitch as she watches Tara try to keep from laughing.

�Not blunt, honest and to the point.� Tara explains, the smile she�d been trying to hold back finally breaking across her face. �What did you want to say, sweetie?�

�You�re gonna drive me crazy.� Faith mumbles before closing the short distance between them, kissing Tara firmly. �Okay, have you found a place to live yet?�

�No, I haven�t had time to look.� Tara admits softly, watching Faith curiously.

�Well, I got a couple ideas for ya�.� Faith nods her head for them to continue walking towards the college. �Actually one was from Joyce. She�d be more than happy for you to come and stay at the house with me, if you want. Not that you have to stay with me, we can figure somethin� out.� Faith quickly offers, continuing before Tara can say anything. �I�ll go look tomorrow while you�re in class to see what�s available apartment wise for you.�

Tara stays quiet, surprised at the offer from Joyce before the rest of what Faith said sinks in. �Faith, thank Joyce for me, but I can�t accept her offer. That wouldn�t be right.�

�Then let me help ya� find a place to stay in. I gotta ask you a question.� Faith stops as Tara grasps her arm gently, tugging on it.

�Just ask, sweetie.� Tara whispers, running her thumb softly over the slayer�s arm.

�You wanna possibly share a place?� Faith looks down at the ground. �I kinda figure between my patrolling and your working that we might not see each other much, otherwise. And I kinda would like to spend as much time with you as possible. See where this might lead.�

Tara blinks a couple times staring over the slayer�s shoulder. �You want to move in together?� Tara tilts her head considering the thought. �Faith?�

�Yeah.� Faith hesitantly answers, not sure what the look on Tara�s face means.

�The closer you come to me, the more you care, the harder it will be.� Tara whispers, hating to bring up the possibility of her becoming a demon. Seeing the narrowing eyes of the slayer, Tara sighs quietly. �Faith, it�s a possibility. You can�t ignore it, it�s a possibility that it is going to happen. If something wasn�t going to happen, my mother would have told me, I know it.�

�So, you become a demon. Grow a tail one night a month, become a sex maniac, whatever!! You ain�t gonna become evil, Tara, I know it, so don�t even worry about it.� Faith growls angrily.

�Okay, say I don�t become evil. But what if I do grow a tail, turn purple and cross-eyed? What then?� Tara throws her hands up in the air. �What if I turn into a small little furry rabbit? Or, or maybe a cat.�

Faith chuckles at the last. �I�ll always have a pussy�cat around.� Faith wiggles her eyebrows at Tara.

Tara groans and smacks the slayer on the arm. �You know what I mean! You want to carry on with a demon twice your size? Or a quarter of your size? One that�s got three heads, or is rainbow colored?�

Faith drops her bag on the ground and places her hands on either side of Tara�s face, looking deeply into the worried blue eyes. �It�ll be you. And we�ll cross that bridge when we come to it. If your mom didn�t change into anything, I very seriously doubt you will. Will you let me talk to Giles about it? See if there�s any information on something becoming a demon at a certain age? I won�t have to tell him it�s you, I can just mention that I overheard some demons talking before I killed them and was wondering if there was such a thing.�

Tara looks into the serious brown eyes before slowly nodding her head. �If you can do it without bringing my name up, I�d appreciate it.� Tara closes her eyes as Faith caresses her hands gently over her cheek and neck.

�I promise, babe.� Faith whispers, a small smile crossing her face at the quiet groans working their way through the witch. Capturing the witch�s lips in a heated kiss, Faith starts groaning herself as Tara�s tongue battles strongly with hers.

�Hmmm. Good kisses.� Tara murmurs as they slowly ease back from each other.

�Great kisses.� Faith takes a moment to get her breath under control, her body already starting to ache with desire. �You gonna let me help out with an apartment?� Faith finally questions, since Tara never really said anything about it.

�If I�m going to want you to stay there as much as possible, you�re going to want to help pay, aren�t you?� Tara finally questions.

�You do want me there?� Faith starts to smile as Tara nods her head quickly in answer. �Wicked cool.� Faith grins hugely. �I�ll look tomorrow, is there an amount that you were usually willing to pay a month?�

�Last year it cost me $400 a month for a little one room efficiency. It allowed me to put away money for the college year for books and other odds and ends I need to buy that my grants and tuition doesn�t cover.� Tara admits as Faith grabs her bag, throwing it over her shoulder as they continue on their way towards the dorm.

�So, you want to try and keep it to that amount or less that you pay out for the apartment, right?� Faith considers the thought quietly. �Joyce won�t mind us coming and doing the laundry at her house, or even eating dinner there if you don�t cook.�

�I can cook.� Tara smiles at the slayer. �We don�t have to take advantage of her for that. Laundry might not be a bad idea, especially since she has her magic solution to get blood out.�

�Blood, demon guts and god only knows what else.� Faith chuckles at the thought of Buffy�s mom. �Do you have to pay for the dorm, or do you get an allowance type thing?� Faith questions wondering.

�One of the grants I have is for living allowance. It isn�t quite enough for the dorm, but with my working at the animal clinic, it makes up the difference and allows me to eat and pay for my odds and ends. I�m able to put a little away to save up for when I need to take time off work. I only usually work 20 hours a week during school, that�s about all I can do with my full class load.� Tara admits as they walk up the steps to her dorm. �Can I ask you a question?� Tara smiles as Faith strokes her hand down her back.

�Ask what you want.� Faith watches as Tara unlocks the door to her room, following her in to set her bag beside the door, shutting and locking it back behind her.

�Where does the money you spend come from?� Tara slides off her shoes before climbing on the bed, tucking her legs under her as she watches Faith.

Faith chuckles as she pulls the chair out from Tara�s desk, turning it around backwards as she straddles it, resting her arms on the back of the chair. �The Council pays us a monthly stipend. It�s actually a pretty decent chunk of change, especially after B and I talked to them about the fact how much food we eat, along with the clothes needing to be replaced, weapons and so on. I�ve got plenty enough money saved up for a bike.� Faith�s eyes light up as she mentions the bike.

�You really want to buy a motorcycle don�t you?� Tara questions, as she shifts to lie on the bed watching the huge smile cross the slayer�s mouth.

�I always wanted a bike. I want a big hog.� Faith grins, her eyes looking in the distance. �That way if I get a chance to go off for a week, I can just hop on and take off wherever I feel like going.�

�Would this be something you�d be doing a lot?� Tara questions quietly, propping her head on her hand.

�Not a lot, maybe a couple times a year.� Faith still imagines what it�d be like to hop on the bike and maybe go down to Mexico for a week, enjoying the sun and sand. �Wouldn�t want to leave the Hellmouth to Buffy for long. It�s better with both of us working it.� Faith admits, her gaze finally coming to rest on the blonde. �Do you think you might want to go to Mexico for a week? A little sun and sand, margaritas on the beach? Four hour siesta�s in our room?�

Tara laughs quietly. �So, you�re wanting me to go with you on your little getaway?�

�If you ain�t sick and tired of me by the time we can do it. And if you don�t mind riding a motorcycle that far.� Faith smiles as she rocks the chair forward on the two legs, watching Tara.

�Hours wrapped around you? I think I can deal with that.� Tara smirks at the dark-haired woman.

�Yeah, you can. It�ll probably drive me nuts.� Faith chuckles as she leans her chin down on top of her arms, realizing how much she�s enjoying just being with the witch and talking with her about inconsequential things. �What do your dreams consist of? I pretty much just told you one of mine.� Faith questions softly, watching Tara as she obviously thinks about the question.

�Setting up my own clinic, finding someone to spend the rest of my life with. Someone that will understand my being called away for emergency surgeries at odd hours, my propensity for bringing home strays and my other idiosyncrasies.� Tara admits smiling, but the seriousness of her words showing in her eyes.

Faith nods her understanding. �Kind of like with me. Finding someone that won�t freak over the whole slayer thing and how demons are real. The fact that the person is taking a chance on someone that one night won�t be coming back.� Faith looks down at the ground as she whispers the last.

�There�s a chance that any of us could die at a moments notice, Faith. We could get run over by a vehicle, trip down the stairs and break our neck, any number of illness�.� Tara sighs softly as she thinks of her mother. �Anything can happen, sweetie. None of us have a guarantee, it would be wonderful if we did, but life doesn�t work that way.�

�So, are you sayin� we should grab onto what we got with both hands and enjoy it while we can?� Faith questions seriously.

�Pretty much. Or just curl up and hide away from life.� Tara lays her head down on the bed watching Faith as she considers her words. �Personally my heart tells me to grab onto you and hold you as tight as I can. While my mind is honestly telling me to put as much distance as I can between us.� Tara admits the last softly as she runs a finger around on her comforter, tracing the patterns.

Faith sets the chair down on all four legs before standing, closing the short distance between them to kneel beside the bed and look at the witch intently. �What are you going to listen to?�

Tara reaches for the slayer�s cheek, stroking her fingers gently down the soft skin, finally cupping the cheek in her hand while brushing her thumb repeatedly over the full bottom lip. �My mom always told me to listen to my heart.� Tara whispers seriously. �Come up here and lay with me?� Tara questions softly.

Faith doesn�t say anything, she just unties her boots, pulling them off before climbing on the bed. Gently easing beside Tara, allowing the witch to pull her in against her.

Tara wraps her arms tightly around Faith, gently urging her to get comfortable against her, smiling softly as the slayer shifts down, burying her face in her neck. Tara inhales deeply of Faith�s scent, a grin crossing her face at the hint of leather that the woman seems to always smell like.

Faith wiggles her fingers under Tara�s top, stroking over the soft warm skin, surprised at her own lack of wanting to take the woman at the earliest opportunity, enjoying the closeness of just being held against the witch�s body.

�What do you want to do, sweetie?� Tara softly whispers as she places a kiss on the top of Faith�s head.

�I kinda like this.� Faith admits, her lip quirking at the thought of the original want, take, have woman wanting and content just to be held, being close to the witch.

�Would you like to get ready for bed? Make ourselves more comfortable while lying here?� Tara offers as she strokes her hands down Faith�s back.

�Do I get skin to caress?� Faith questions hopefully, easing up so she can look down into Tara�s twinkling blue eyes.

�Are you asking me if I�ll sleep in the buff?� Tara jokes, a smirk crossing her face at the obvious look or approval on Faith�s face.

�Please?� Faith almost begs quietly, her eyes hopeful.

�Ease back, that way I can strip.� Tara chuckles as Faith literally jumps up and off the bed. Watching as Faith starts yanking her own clothes off, Tara laughs at the slayer�s eagerness. Rolling off the bed, Tara slowly disrobes, watching as Faith pulls down the bed covers before turning on the lamp sitting on the nightstand while turning the overhead lights off. When she notices Faith hesitating as to what side of the bed to climb in on, Tara smiles at the woman�s consideration. �Whichever side you prefer to lie on, is fine.�

Faith turns, grinning at the witch before climbing in, moving to the side furthest from Tara, watching with eyes half-lidded as Tara slides her panties down before easing into the bed beside her. Flipping the covers up over both of them, Faith stops and looks at Tara. �Want me to snuggle up against you or do you feel like using me for a pillow?�

�You seemed pretty comfortable a few minutes ago.� Tara offers as she shifts onto her back, smiling as Faith takes her up on the offer. Wrapping her arms around the slayer, Tara gently strokes over Faith�s back chuckling as Faith throws a strong thigh over her legs while her hand strokes soothingly over her stomach.

Faith allows her eyes to close as she places a kiss on the witch�s neck, her hand stroking up Tara�s stomach and rib cage to come to a halt cupping the full breast. Stroking her thumb over the swell, Faith grins as Tara hums quietly in pleasure.

�Are you planning on just stroking softly over my body until I fall asleep?� Tara�s questions in a deeper voice than normal.

�You probably haven�t been sleepin� much lately.� Faith admits quietly. �And, to be honest, I ain�t slept that good either. Wanna see if you help me sleep.�

Tara kisses the top of Faith�s head before reaching over to turn off the small lamp, placing her hand back on Faith, stroking gently over her lover�s back. �Not much sleep is a definite.� Tara admits quietly.

�Then I�ll behave and let you get some sleep.� Faith whispers, smiling as Tara hugs her tightly. Leaning up, Faith places soft wet kisses along Tara�s jaw line.

�Hmmm. Keep that up and we won�t be sleeping.� Tara murmurs, smiling.

�Do wanna kiss you goodnight, though.� Faith admits as she brushes her lips firmly over Tara�s, groaning quietly as Tara strokes her tongue gently over her bottom lip before capturing it between her two lips, sucking softly. Faith eases back after Tara releases her lip to look into the loving blue gaze. Her heart stops for a moment at the look, finally realizing it for what it is. Shifting her body, Faith hovers above the witch, stroking a finger across her eyebrow, just gazing into those blue depths, trying to figure out when this woman captured her heart.

�What�s wrong, sweetie?� Tara questions softly, her hands easing to a stop where they�d been stroking over Faith�s back, seeing the contemplation in Faith�s eyes.

�Honestly?� Faith questions smiling softly at Tara�s nod. �Nothin�. I�m just tryin� to figure out when you snuck into my heart.� Faith more breathes the words than says them as she brushes her lips lightly over Tara�s as she hears the surprised inhale from the witch.

Tara threads a hand gently through Faith�s hair, looking into the caring brown eyes of her lover, seeing the love glimmering deeply. With her other hand, Tara urges Faith to where she�s lying more fully over her, legs tangled together and their breasts pressing softly into each other. �I think you snuck into my heart the day we met.� Tara finally admits quietly. Bringing her hand up, Tara traces the bow shaped lips, smiling softly. �A knowing smirk shot its way straight to my heart, confusing the hell out of me because it was attached to a woman that seemed to be the complete opposite of me. One very gorgeous woman, that I believed would be out of my league.�

�You could say that about us seeming to be opposite, not the out of league stuff.� Faith gently presses her hips more firmly against Tara�s as she leans down kissing her gently. �You wanting to hide behind your hair and being shy and stuttering. By the way, what happened to that?� Faith questions curiously, actually realizing she sort of missed the endearing affliction.

�It goes away around people that I become comfortable around.� Tara admits, smiling at the slayer. �Or when I�m in serious have to get something done, mode.�

�Like ordering people around when someone�s hurt, huh?� Faith grins as the smile grows bigger on Tara�s face. �I think she�s still in shock over that. Kind of wondering what else you might do. Then there was the fact that you didn�t seem to have a bit of problem walking around naked.�

�Naked is a natural state of being.� Tara shrugs, smiling. �And you know us witch�s are all about being sky clad.� Tara jokes, chuckling as Faith�s eyes grow wide and she wiggles her eyebrows.

�Can I put in that I definitely like that idea? And when we get our place I�d prefer it?� Faith eagerly questions.

�So, no clothing is a requirement when we find an apartment?� Tara�s lip quirks as her eyes twinkle. �And, I�m assuming that you aren�t going to be wearing any either, right?�

�So right.� Faith grins her agreement as she shifts slightly, stroking one hand around the witch�s ear, loving the automatic response she receives from the barely there caress.

�Goddess.� Tara moans quietly, her body pressing up against Faith�s body as the soft caress sends a liquid heat through her body.

�Like that response.� Faith murmurs, pressing her body down into the witch. Slowly placing kisses along Tara�s jaw, Faith gently works her way down her neck, running her tongue repeatedly around the pulse point pumping blood more quickly through the witch�s body as she continues to stroke Tara�s ear.

�Faith!� Tara calls out the slayer�s name as she starts to lick earnestly along her neck while bringing her other hand to stroke both ears gently at the same time, caressing over the outer shell. Arching her body up into the slayer�s, Tara moans as Faith slides a rock hard thigh firmly against her center.

Faith eases her upper body up slightly, still keeping firm contact with Tara�s as she smiles down into dark blue, passion filled eyes. Easing into a slow, steady rock against Tara, Faith kisses her gently, groaning as Tara quickly deepens the kiss. Moaning when Tara shifts her leg slightly, pressing more firmly into her, Faith growls quietly as Tara nips her way across her jaw line. The two women slowly building up to a faster, harder rocking motion as their desire grows.

Feeling the orgasm working through her body, Tara groans at the wetness escaping from Faith as she slides and grinds almost effortlessly against her. �So, close.� Tara whimpers as Faith finally kisses her way to her ear, running a hot wet tongue over it.

�What you do to me�� Faith groans into the ear, her hot breath making Tara arch and shudder under her as she tips over the edge, softly calling Faith�s name. Rocking a little more firmly, Faith moans as she feels her own desire building to a fever pitch, finally crying out Tara�s name as she grinds her body against Tara, her release easing onto the already slick leg.

Tara whimpers quietly as the two women slow their rocking motion, easing her death grip on the slayer�s ass, briefly wondering when her hands ended up there. Sliding them up and over the strong back flinching and quivering under her hands, enjoying the slightly sweat dampened skin as she wraps her arms tightly around Faith, sighing softly as Faith buries her face in her neck, kissing the skin softly.

Lying on Tara for a few minutes as she let�s her heart calm down, smiling at the still pounding heartbeat of her lover, Faith places another kiss on Tara�s neck, before stroking her tongue softly over the damp skin. �I need to move, I weigh too much to lay on you like this.� Faith finally admits.

�Don�t go.� Tara holds on tighter to the slayer, wanting to keep her close.

�I�m not going anywhere.� Faith chuckles quietly. �I just don�t wanna crush you.�

�You�re not crushing me.� Tara explains. �I like being close.�

�Me, too.� Faith admits. �But why don�t we shift �round so I ain�t worried about hurtin� you?�

�You�re not going to let this go, are you?� Tara grumbles quietly.

�Nope.� Faith shakes her head, easing up to look into sated blue eyes. �How about I pull up the covers from wherever they slid to and wrap myself around you from behind, see how that goes.�

Tara considers the thought for a moment, before finally nodding her head. �Fine, this time. But we�re going to talk about this, because you�re not too heavy.�

Faith chuckles quietly as she reaches down with one hand while shifting her body to lie beside the witch. Pulling the covers back over them, she wiggles one arm under Tara�s neck while wrapping the other arm around her middle, pulling her in tightly against her front. �Sleep, I want you to do well on your tests tomorrow.� Faith murmurs softly as she hears the slowly deepening breath of her lover.

Tara�s eyes are getting heavy as she tries to fight falling asleep. As sleep slowly overtakes her, she whispers softly, not realizing she�s saying it out loud instead of just in her head. �I love you, Faith.�

Faith buries her face in Tara�s hair after hearing those four beautiful words, unconsciously hugging the witch even tighter. �Me, too.� Faith finally admits out loud, stroking her fingers gently over the witch�s stomach. �Love you.� Faith whispers as she slowly falls asleep, her body as close to Tara�s as physically possible.
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