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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 turns her gaze on Tara before she starts the Jeep. �Do you wanna stop at the store and pick out the bed sheets? I think the superstore had those bed-in-a-bag things on sale, if you wanna look. That is if you don�t have to study.�

�We can look. That way we can maybe wash the sheets before we use them.� Tara shifts her body so she�s facing Faith, tilting her head against the head rest, looking over the beautiful features. Reaching out, Tara strokes a finger gently down the slayer�s cheek, dipping her finger into the slayer�s dimple.

Faith can�t help but close her eyes at the soft caress. �Washed sheets softened with fabric softener is a much better idea, than rough new sheets.� Faith sighs softly, pressing her face into the witch�s hand.

Tara covers the short distance, capturing the slayer�s lips in a soft, but passionate kiss. Languorously wrapping her tongue repeatedly over and around the slayer�s for a few long minutes, before both women gently ease back.

�Store.� Faith whispers, slowly opening her eyes closing the distance to press a quick kiss to Tara�s full, pouty lips. �When do you find out what your grades are?� Faith questions quietly as she starts the Jeep, driving quickly but carefully to the store.

�Next week. They�re supposed to have them posted by Wednesday.� Tara watches Faith, smiling as the woman�s eyes continue to flicker everywhere, watching for any kind of danger.

Faith pulls into the parking spot, quickly putting the vehicle into park before shutting the engine off. As the two women walk toward the store, Faith strokes the back of her fingers over Tara�s hand, smiling as Tara threads their fingers together. �I�ll go by the Sunnydale Power company and get the electricity turned on tomorrow. I�ll stop by the phone company and see about getting the phone turned on, while I�m out also.�

�You don�t have to do that all by yourself, sweetie.� Tara looks at Faith as they walk in the store, watching Faith grab one of the carts.

�It makes sense that I do it. You�ve got classes, and I don�t do much during the day anyways.� Faith smiles as Tara runs a hand gently over her back. �We probably need to pick up a phone, also.�

�So we need bed ware and a phone. What else, sweetie?� Tara questions as they walk back to house wares.

�Got a question for ya�.� Faith hesitates, glancing at the woman. Seeing her questioning look, Faith sighs. �Could you use a computer to do your work on? I mean, I know it�s the end of the year and all, but for next school year, wouldn�t it be helpful to have a computer of your own?�

Tara nods her head hesitantly. �But it wasn�t something that I could explain away the cost of. Had too many other expenditures, and since there were the computers in the library�� Tara shrugs.

�And how much time do you waste waitin� for one of them to open up so you can use it?� Faith questions as she turns the cart down the aisle looking at the bed sets.

�Quite a bit.� Tara admits softly.

�And can�t you do a lot of researching and shit on-line if you had access to it, effectively keepin� you outta the library? That way you ain�t out there after dark?� Faith puts forward that point, also.

�Point made.� Tara sighs quietly. �What design or colors do you like?� Tara questions looking at the different items, eyeing the queen size sets.

�Don�t much care one way or another.� Faith picks up one queen set, grinning as she looks at Tara. �Wanna have the moon and stars with the dark navy blue background? I kinda like it.�

�The comforter is two-sided, isn�t it?� Tara looks at the items, noticing the lighter side. �We can maybe alternate the sides from week to week. Throw it in the cart.� Tara smiles as Faith grins happily, tossing the bed set in the cart, watching as Tara looks through the sheet sets. �It�s almost cheaper to buy another bed set compared to the sheet sets.� Tara grumbles, looking at the prices.

�It is, in the long run.� Faith chuckles as she watch�s Tara. �You figure we got the shams, PILLOWS!!   Is the pillow you have on your bed yours, or does it come with the dorm?� Faith questions, frowning.

�It�s mine.� Tara looks up at Faith, smiling. �Why?�

�Well, I need a pillow, I don�t wanna take the one that Mrs. S. bought.� Faith chuckles as Tara grins at her. �Anyway, the sets have the skirt thingy, shams, comforter and the sheets and pillow cases.   And costs what, something like $20 more?� Faith points at the sale price compared to the sheets Tara�s looking at.

�And it would give us another comforter to use if we need to wash that one.� Tara admits, grinning. �Talked me into it.�

�You get to pick out the next set.� Faith walks down the aisle, checking out the pillows. �I don�t like feather pillows.� Faith grumbles as she works her way past them, looking at the queen sized pillows, squeezing the different ones until she finds one that looks promising. Pulling it out, she punches it a couple time and buries her face in the pillow, frowning as she hears the laughter coming from Tara.

Tara�s eyes twinkle merrily as she watches Faith. �You are absolutely one of a kind, love.� Tara eases up, wrapping her arms gently around Faith�s waist, placing a kiss on the back of her neck.   �And I can�t believe someone hasn�t snatched you up before now.�

�Someone has.� Faith admits, squeezing Tara�s hands gently. �A blue-eyed, blonde came and stole my heart.�

Tara inhales deeply at the slayer�s admittance. Tightening her arms around the slayer, Tara buries her face in the slayer�s hair, whimpering quietly. �I didn�t want to steal it, Faith. I was kind of hoping it would be offered to me.� Tara states softly.

Faith turns slowly in the witch�s arms, looking deep into the loving blue eyes, finally realizing that�s what she sees. Love shining from the depths of the witch�s blue eyes. �Do you really want this jaded heart?� Faith questions hoarsely.

�With my entire being.� Tara reaches up to stroke her thumb over the velvety soft cheek. �Whether you realize it or not, you already have mine.� Tara whispers, her eyes searching out the deep brown gaze.

Faith whimpers quietly gently kissing Tara before hugging her tightly. �You know there�s a good chance you�re fallin� in love with someone that has a very short life expectancy, don�t ya�?�

�I�m planning on doing everything in my powers to make sure that life expectancy is as long as possible.� Tara swallows hard, closing her eyes at the slayer�s hands stroking softly over her back.

�Why the hell are we havin� this conversation in a damn store?� Faith finally questions, trying to lighten the mood some.

�Because we need mental help.� Tara allows a smile to cross her face as she eases back from Faith, quickly pressing her lips against the slayer�s before turning back to the bed sets. Picking out a light blue striped set with a solid blue on the other side, Tara places it in the cart, watching as Faith throws a couple pillows in the cart. �Better grab a couple more, that way we have pillows for the shams.�

�Good thinkin�.� Faith grabs a couple more. �Did you wanna pick out a couple pillows that you like?�

�I�m sure you picked out the best ones, sweetie.� Tara�s eyes twinkle happily at the slayer. �Let�s get a phone, along with laundry detergent and fabric softener. I know I�m getting low, so I�d rather get some more to be on the safe side.�

�Whatever you wish.� Faith follows behind Tara, grinning at the swaying hips. Faith makes a note that tomorrow when she�s running around, she�s going to pick Tara up some more jeans and tops.

�Anything else you think we should pick up now?� Tara questions as she makes her way to the electronics department, looking at the phones.

�Should we get one with an answering machine?� Faith questions, frowning as she looks at the cordless phones.

�We don�t have to spend the money on a cordless phone, sweetie.� Tara points to the regular phones. �These are a lot cheaper and some of them have an answering machine with them.�

�Yeah, but if we�re playing in the Jacuzzi and somebody calls, we can have the cordless within hands reach.� Faith explains as she grabs one of the cordless phone/answering machine combinations placing it in the cart.

�Sweetie, I don�t have the money to be spending it like this.� Tara softly whispers, explaining her thoughts on the matter.

�But I do.� Faith answers just as softly. �I have enough money put away to buy three motorcycles, but I just can�t decide which one I want. I pay for my clothes and groceries, but Mrs. S. won�t let me give her money for rent. And honestly, I hit the thrift stores for my jeans ninety percent of the time. I go through them too damn quick slaying to go to the mall and spend $60 or more on a pair of jeans. I think it�s a fuckin� waste doing that. But don�t tell B I said that. That�s where most of her money goes, shopping at the mall.� Faith admits, smiling at the witch.

Tara stares in stunned disbelief at the slayer, her mouth opening and shutting repeatedly, before she sighs quietly. �I still don�t want you wasting your money, sweetie. You risk your life repeatedly for that money. You earned it a hundred times over.�

�Yeah, it�s my money, so I decide how I�m gonna spend it.� Faith explains quietly. �If I want to drop $30,000 on anything I can think of for you, I�m gonna do it. Because I can, and I want to.� Faith closes the distance between them, clasping the witch�s cheek in her hand. �I�ve got over $50,000 saved in the bank, babe. Pick out what you want, without worrying about the cost, �kay?� Faith looks seriously into Tara�s surprised blue eyes.

�Faith�� Tara starts, but as she notices the stubborn look crossing the slayer�s face, Tara drops her head. �You�re planning on keeping the apartment after the new school year starts, aren�t you?� Tara finally lifts her head, looking deeply into the slayer�s eyes.

�With you, yes.� Faith admits, stroking her thumb over Tara�s face. �Maybe buy a small used car for you to drive back and forth to school. Come on, babe. Let�s finish shopping. I wanna talk to you some more before I need to go out on patrol.�   Faith glances down at Tara�s watch, seeing it�s after 6:30.

Tara nods, quickly following behind Faith as she works her way through the store, grabbing laundry detergent and fabric softener before heading towards the checkout lanes. �You aren�t going to let me pay for any of this, are you?� Tara questions quietly.

�Nope.� Faith glances at the witch, smiling quickly as she loads up the belt with their items. �I�m gonna come back tomorrow to pick up cleaning supplies and the like. So, if there�s anything in particular you like better than the other, let me know.�

Tara growls quietly, before rolling her eyes at her lover. �Arguing with you isn�t going to do me a damn bit of good, is it?�

�No, it isn�t.� Faith answers, pushing the cart ahead as the cashier rings up the items. Grabbing her wallet out of her pocket, Faith waits patiently for the total. Handing the woman the money, Faith watches Tara placing their bags in the cart while she frowns lightly. �Babe, it isn�t a big deal. Don�t worry about it, please.� Faith whispers, watching as Tara lifts her head, looking at her sadly.

�It isn�t fair, Faith. It�s not right to expect you to pay for the majority of whatever we need to buy.� Tara waves her hand towards the cart, sighing heavily.

Faith accepts her change, before pushing the cart quickly towards the exit without saying anything else to the witch. Loading the items in the back of the jeep, Faith clenches her jaw, not looking at Tara. Shutting the back, Faith walks around, unlocking the door for Tara before quickly striding to her door, unlocking and climbing in before starting the vehicle and driving towards the college.

Tara glances over at the silent slayer, seeing the firm set of her jaw and the narrowed gaze. Rubbing a hand over her forehead, Tara closes her eyes wondering what she can say to Faith.

Faith pulls in the college parking lot, closest to Tara�s dorm room. As she shuts off the vehicle, she turns her gaze on sad blue eyes that are hesitantly looking at her. �We�re not going to have this conversation again. You will allow me to buy the groceries, pay my fair share of the rent and utilities, along with whatever I deem necessary. No arguments, no complaining that I shouldn�t be spending it on you or anything else, understood?�

Tara searches the ungiving dark brown eyes, seeing no room for argument or compromise in the slayer�s unwavering gaze. �Are you going to let me spend any of my money on the necessities?� Tara questions softly.

�Some.� Faith admits, tilting her head, she watches as Tara sighs heavily. �Tara, they deposit $4,000 a month in my checking account. The first of the year it�s being bumped up to $5,000 a month. That�s not counting the weapon allowance they give me. Though I do usually use the majority of it for weapons. Of course some of the swords I�ve bought aren�t really for use�� Faith allows her lip to curl up, finally seeing Tara smile. �Babe, let me do this.�

Tara shakes her head, smiling gently at the stubborn slayer. �You�re going to drive me crazy, sweetie. But I�m not going to argue with you over this anymore. I promise.� Tara�s surprised at the absolutely beautiful smile that crosses the slayer�s face in response to her words.

�Thanks, babe.� Faith leans in, pressing her lips strongly against Tara�s, quickly easing her tongue between the witch�s lips, searching out the sweet mouth. Groaning as Tara captures her tongue, sucking firmly for a few moments before releasing it and chasing it back into her mouth, sliding over and around before the two women ease away, panting heavily.

Tara slowly untangles her hands from the slayer�s dark hair, surprised at where they are. �You have a tendency to make me forget what I�m doing.� Tara admits softly between pants.

�Trust me, it�s mutual.� Faith huskily admits. �Let�s get you in the dorm. I guess we shoulda picked up something to eat while we were out.�

�I can order pizza if you like.� Tara offers as they walk around to the back of the Jeep grabbing the boxes and one roll of tape. �We leaving the other stuff in here for now?�

�Yeah. I�ll work on getting things washed and taken care of tonight and tomorrow.� Faith juggles the boxes while shutting and locking the back of the Jeep.

Tara rolls her eyes, but doesn�t argue with the slayer as they walk towards the dormitory, Tara smiles and thanks the student that holds the door open for them as they quickly traipse up the stairs to her room. Shifting the boxes, Tara quickly unlocks the door, shoving it open as they walk in. Dropping the boxes on the floor by her closet, she turns to help Faith with the pile of boxes, dropping them on top of the other ones.

Faith walks over to the bulletin board pulling down the pizza menu. �What�cha like on your pizza?� Faith looks up watching as Tara starts taping the bottom of the boxes so she can start packing.

�Anything, everything.� Tara smiles as Faith nods her head, picking up the phone and placing the order. Turning back to the box, Tara contemplates for a few moments before gently placing her books in an empty box, quickly filling it before taping it shut and moving it to an empty corner. Grabbing another box, she finishes filling it with the rest of her books, taping it shut and setting that box on top of the other box.

�What�cha want me to do?� Faith questions softly as she looks around the room.

�I have a few items under the bed, if you want to slide them out and place them in the corner.� Tara opens the dresser drawers leaving enough underwear for the rest of the week while boxing up the rest of the clothes.

Faith kneels down by the bed, pulling the items out, frowning at the sketch pads and charcoals. Curiously she flips one pad open, surprised when she sees a very good likeness of herself. The first thing her eyes are drawn to are the lips curled up in a knowing smirk, before she really looks at the rest of the drawing. It finally dawn�s on her that Tara drew the day they first met at the witch meeting. Looking up quickly Faith watches the blonde as she gently folds and places clothes from her closet in a box. Swallowing Faith gently shuts the sketch pad and places the items almost reverently in the corner.

�What are you gonna pack your crystals and knick knacks up in?� Faith questions softly as she looks at the items on the witch�s book case.

�Hmmm. I guess I can place them between my clothes. That�ll probably keep them from getting broken.� Tara glances up, smiling at Faith as the woman carefully brings a couple of the items over to her. Accepting them, Tara lifts up some of the clothes, placing one of the crystals between them before placing the other item between another layer, quickly protecting all the breakables. �Thank you, sweetie.�

�That must be the pizza.� Faith grabs the cash out of her pocket opening the door. �Thanks.� Faith hesitates for a moment with the pizza and wings in her hands before setting them down on the desk. �Wanna eat on the floor?�

�We can eat on the bed, if you want.� Tara grabs plates and napkins, setting them on the desk while leaning down and grabbing a couple sodas out of the mini fridge.

Faith�s eyes can�t help but caress over the woman�s body, sighing quietly at the long skirt that hides the woman�s figure. Turning and placing a couple slices of pizza on each of the plates, Faith opens the hot wings and dumps a few on a plate for Tara and the rest on hers.

�Have you talked to Buffy lately?� Tara questions as she nibbles on a chicken wing, watching as Faith quickly demolishes a couple slices of pizza.

�Yeah. She seems to be pissed at soldier boy.� Faith shrugs. �He ain�t come through for her with any information on Frankenweenie.�

�Well, right now with finals, it kind of makes things more difficult.� Tara finishes her pizza before picking up a chicken wing.

�Yeah, but it�s getting quieter out on patrols. I know summertime it lets up some, because of the longer days, but it�s kinda got me worried.� Faith admits finishing the wings, frowning. �Don�t make much sense, and it�s giving me a bad vibe.�

�Please be careful.� Tara whispers, reaching out to stroke down the slayer�s arm, looking at her intently. �Promise me that if you see Adam, you won�t try to fight him. We need to have everyone in on this. I�ve been trying to think of a way to help as much as possible. I may have come up with something, we�ll have to talk about it when we have more time.� Tara smiles softly at the slayer.

Faith glances at the clock, frowning. �Can you give me a hint as to what you�re thinkin�?�

�I found a spell where I can tie my essence to another person.� Tara explains softly.

�What do you mean, tie your essence. Isn�t your essence like your life force or somethin�?� Faith frowns heavily.

�Yes. If I tie myself, say to you. It�ll be like I�m there with you, inside you. You�ll have me and my powers at your disposal.� Tara explains quickly.

�Where would you be and what would be happening to you at that time?� Faith frowns heavily. �Because I�m honestly not seeing the plus in this.�

�I can be at the lake, drawing on the unlimited supply of magic out there. That�s the plus, sweetie.� Tara offers softly. �That way my magic can come into play, and I can continue to feed it without worrying about draining myself.�

�Wouldn�t it be better to have someone, like Red, do that for you? Since she�s Witchy like you?� Faith rubs a hand across her neck as she thinks about the possibility of having her lover�s power there at her disposal when they have to fight Adam. �I mean, isn�t there some kind of natural affinity between you two because of your witchiness?�

Tara laughs quietly. �In a way, yes. But we already have a link between us, sweetie. And honestly, I don�t want to develop that kind of link with Willow.� Tara grins crookedly at the slayer.

�Huh?� Faith blinks as she tries to decipher what Tara�s saying. �Is this something to do with sex?�

�Sort of. We�ve already started a bond between us, especially when I did the healing on you. The sex magic kind of linked us. The more time we spend together, making love the stronger the link will become. There are things I can do to dissolve that link, if you don�t want it. Just as there are things I can do to make the link stronger.� Tara admits softly. �It isn�t anything bad, just something that�s there.�

�What does this link thing do?� Faith looks curiously at Tara.

�Right now? Nothing much. If we�re close we can feel more of what the other person is feeling. We�re just kind of in tune with each other. Nothing that couples after they�ve been together for a while don�t have.� Tara shrugs her shoulders.

�What if you make it stronger?� Faith shifts their plates to the nightstand, shifting closer to Tara as she watches her intently.

�We can communicate through the link. I can share my power with you if I open myself to you fully, almost becoming a part of you. I�m sure there are other things, what I�ve come across isn�t real heavy with the details, just more of an outline type thing.� Tara admits.

�But if you�re part of me, what about your physical body? Do you still have control of it?� Faith�s mind starts thinking faster about the possibilities.

�When I�m open to you completely, no. I�ll be in a trance, and I really won�t be aware of what�s going on around me.� Tara nibbles on her lip gently. �I guess it would be best if there�s someone around me to protect my body when this happens, just in case someone or something would be interested in hurting me.�

�Yeah.� Faith nods, still thinking heavily. �I want ya� to find out all the information you can on this. This might come in handy, but I ain�t wantin� you to possibly get hurt. Frankenweenie is wicked strong, and anything we have on our side to help us out is a definite plus. But I ain�t gonna chance something happening to you, understand?� Faith focuses in on Tara, her tone serious.

�I understand, sweetie.� Tara smiles gently at the slayer. �It isn�t like it�s going to happen right now, anyway. And we�ll probably need a day to strengthen the link, if you want it there.� Tara admits shyly.

�I want you.� Faith whispers before leaning in and kissing Tara briefly. �I better get going. What time will you be back here tomorrow?� Faith questions softly as she stands.

�My last class ends at 2:00, so probably around 2:15, give or take.� Tara stands, walking with Faith to the door, watching as the slayer opens the door and turns to look at her.

�I�ll come by then.� Faith stands in the doorway, ignoring the kids walking up and down the hallway behind her. Reaching the short distance, Faith pulls Tara to her, kissing her softly, the kiss deepening slowly before the two women gently ease back to soft brushes of lips against each other. �I�d much rather be stayin�.� Faith admits looking into loving blue eyes.

�I�d rather you did, also.� Tara smiles softly. �Faith, be careful, okay?�

�I promise.� Faith eases out the door, her eyes on the witch. �See you tomorrow, Tare.�

Tara steps out into the hallway watching as Faith strides quickly out of sight. �Goddess, I love you, Faith.� Tara calls out quietly before walking back into her room, closing the door gently behind her.

Faith hesitates on the stairs, the softly spoken heartfelt words ringing in her ears. Knowing Tara probably didn�t think she�d hear them, but nonetheless they make her heart swell with the knowledge that someone loves her for her. Smiling, Faith quickly heads down the stairs and out of the building, driving the vehicle to the gallery to pick up Joyce.
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