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My Willow	By : Eagleblaze Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Tara/Willow Views: 3399 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or the characters from the show. I'm writing this strictly for entertainment purposes, I make no profit.

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Willow flipped through TV channels, groaning and shifting on the bed again. She was glad she had an arm free of handcuffs, but that didn't mean the other didn't make her any less uncomfortable. Most of the channels that weren't fuzz were animal channels or music. As much as she loved animals, she didn't enjoy watching them get eaten. As for the music, it was heavy rock, and her head already hurt. {Gods, and Faith used to /live/ in one of these places? Of course, I don't think she was handcuffed to a bed..} She glanced over at the bag of chips and soda. That was probably why she had a headache. She hadn't eaten or drank anything in at least a day. Shutting off the TV, she reached over for the bag. Opening a bag of chips with one hand handcuffed to the bedframe proved to be hard, but she got it. Setting the chip bag on her lap as steadily as she could get it, she let her cuffed hand go limp again, using her free one to pop chips into her mouth. Her stomach rolled with the knowledge that these had been stolen after Tara had killed a man, but Tara didn't seem too concerned about her well-being anymore and she wasn't sure if she would get more to eat. The chips were overly salty, making her reach for the soda. She stared at it for a second - how was she supposed to open it without making a mess? {Guess I don't have many options. Either be thirsty for however long Tara is out, or try to open the bottle.} The chips had done a good job of making her mouth uncomfortably dry, so she decided to try her luck with the soda. {Maybe if I..} She positioned the bottom of the bottle in her cuffed hand, straining to get her free hand up to the cap. Tentatively, she turned the cap, holding her breath. She started to relax when it went okay at first, but a car alarm sounded outside, making her jump in shock. She felt the bottle slip and desperately tried to catch it. The rare start of a swear slipped from her mouth,
"Oh fu-" The word was censored by the soda that poured all over her hair, down onto her face, into her eyes, nose and mouth. She sputtered and coughed as she inhaled some, the rest of the bottles contents spilling down her chest and onto her pants before falling empty on the bed. Eyes tightly shut, she breathed heavily, licking the soda from around her mouth, using a hand to wipe it from her eyes. Her nose burned from the soda she had inhaled and she was uncomfortably soaked, but she couldn't do anything about it, since she couldn't leave the bed. Tears of frustration filling her eyes, she yanked on the cuff. Sobbing in a mixture of anger and dismay, she focused her mind on the cuff, trying to magic it open. Something blocked her magic, so she looked around the room for something else to free her. Her eyes caught sight of a metal knife on the counter, so she honed her senses in on it, watching intently and anxiously as she floated it towards her. {A little further…} Finally, she was able to reach her free hand out to grab the handle of the knife. Biting her lip, she stuck the top of it between her hand and the cuff, wincing when the tip nicked her wrist. With all the strength she could muster, she forced the handle down, trying to pry it open. The opposite side of the cuff dug painfully into her wrist, but the urge to free herself was stronger. Suddenly, with a loud snap, the knife broke in two. She shrieked, turning her head away and squeezing her eyes shut to protect her face as the blade flung from the handle before landing harmlessly on the table beside her, making a clatter. Panting in fear, she looked at the unaffected cuff and felt like crying. While she knew she wouldn't leave Tara at this point - she had already sacrificed her old life and all her dearly beloved friends to follow the vampire in a whim - she had hoped she could at least break herself free to clean herself up. She figured it would be better to beg for the vampires forgiveness afterwards, than to sit in a drenched bed for goddess knows how long. But now, she wasn't free - with no hope of any sort of way to break free of the cuff - and Tara would know for sure that she tried to escape. Dropping her chin to her soaked shirt in defeat, she sobbed silently. She hoped the vampire would understand and forgive her, but she knew better. Maybe in the past she would have, but Willow had betrayed her trust and nearly gotten her killed.. After all she had done for her. Even after she kept her violent nature down to keep her happy. The thought made Willow cry more, the action making the cuff clang on the metal bed frame.
"Hey? Everything okay in there?" Willow froze in terror at the owners voice, remembering Taras warning. As much as she longed to call the man in so she could be cleaned up, she didn't want him to be killed. Gulping down a fresh wave of tears, she choked out in as peppy a voice she could muster,
"Yup! Just fell over! Sorry for disturbing you!" She listened closely, fearing the man would come in anyway. After a couple minutes she heard his footsteps leading away from the door and breathed a sigh of relief. After a couple seconds, Willow fell asleep covered in soda and chips.

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After draining a hiker, Tara felt a pull against her magic. She felt a mixture of dismay and excitement. Willow had tried to escape. A small smile gracing her lips, she headed back for the motel. {Ah, how shall I punish her?} She thought giddily, having forced her dismay that she wanted, and now had a reason to, hurt Willow. {Perhaps just another spanking? Oh, but after all shes done, I don't think thats quite enough. Mmm, maybe the belt then cuff her sore back against the bed for the night. Feed from her too, maybe.} A shiver passed through Tara as she thought of these, her demon nature flaring. {Maybe I should strip her naked and torment her until she's begging for a release I wont allow.. Or maybe..} She didn't have more time to ponder as she reached the motel, a tremble of anticipation going through her. She opened the door, slipping inside quickly and locking it. Grinning, she turned towards the bed to see Willows fear, pausing at what she saw. Her nose flared at the scent of blood, picking up the soda in the air. {That must be what she's covered in..} She looked at the soaked mess on the bed, the soggy chips and now empty soda bottle. Her eyes caught sight of the broken pieces of the knife, and for a horrible moment, Tara thought Willow had been trying to harm herself. She took an unneeded breath, coming to the conclusion Willow was just using it to try and escape. She unknowingly morphed, seeing a trickle of blood on Willows wrist from where the knife must have made a small cut. The tear tracks on the girls face made her aware of her torment in the time she was gone. Sighing, the tension reserved for her anticipated punishing in her body relaxed. She approached Willow, holding her in one arm before releasing the cuff, catching her when she slumped. Tara noticed her wrist was rubbed raw and imprinted from the cuff, along with the trickle of blood from the knife, forcing herself not to taste her blood. The girl mumbled, but didn't wake. She lifted her off the sticky sheets, bringing her to the bathroom. Gently, she set her in the currently dry tub and left her there for the moment, going to strip the sheets from the bed and drying it, cleaning up the soda bottle, chips and knife pieces. She returned to the bathroom with a washcloth, gently shaking Willow awake. Willow gasped and pulled away in shock, not calming when she saw her. Tara frowned as Willow gulped, looking around fearfully.
"I-I didn't mean to b-break any rules I just w-wanted to clean up-" Tara gently shushed her,
"We'll talk about that later. For now, lets get you washed up." Willow calmed, her face contorted in confusion at Tara's returned gentleness. Tara helped her change out of her soaked clothes, starting to run a warm bath. As they waited, Tara searched the cabinet for body soap and shampoo, finding some cheap ones that lacked scent. She waved at Willow, and the girl climbed into the bath, sighing in relief as she sat down. Tara caught and stopped a smile that threatened to grow on her face. Willow looked to her, as if expecting her to get in and bathe her as she had the first time.
"I'll go to a store and get you something to wear, since everything else was burnt." Willow looked away, twiddling her thumbs under the water. Tara frowned, locking and blocking the door with a dresser leaving the room.

((The people Buffy saved were people kept there for the vampires to feed on fresh blood without having to go out. I don't know if I had forgotten to mention them, if I did, my bad. Tara is having some conflictions with her demon nature and her feelings for Willow. I promise this won't go /that/ way.))
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