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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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Opening the door, Faith jogs out and down the stairs, opening the front door for Joyce, Grabbing the bags from the woman. �Got anythin� else?�

�That�s it for today.� Joyce laughs, following Faith.

�I�ll be nice to ya� and take the elevator.� Faith punches the elevator button with her elbow. �Why ain�t ya� at work?�

�Playing hooky this afternoon.� Joyce looks around the apartment building. �This place looks nice and up kept.�

�It is.� Faith follows Joyce into the elevator. �Five. The owner actually lives here and does a lot of the fixing of stuff himself. He�s pretty cool and nice. He helped me move in, but I think it was more a thing about me and Tara being together. For some reason he always chuckles at that.� Faith walks out of the elevator leading the way to the apartment.

�Why would he laugh at you two being together?� Joyce questions walking into the apartment.

Tara looks up, laughing quietly. �Because she told him I was the butch. For some strange reason, he doesn�t believe it.�

�Have him see you order everyone around and he�ll believe it.� Joyce laughs.

�What�s even better was his thinkin� B and Red were family.� Faith smirks at Joyce when Joyce busts out laughing.

�He didn�t?� Joyce shakes her head, laughing.

�Yep, he questioned it. What surprised me was B.� Faith admits setting down the bags on the kitchen table.

�Why, what did she do?� Joyce looks curiously at Faith.

�She said it�s startin� to cross her mind somewhat.� Faith wiggles her eyebrows at the older Summers, chuckling.

�I�ll have to get her down to the gallery and introduce her to Jess.� Joyce tilts her head considering the thought.

�Don�t do that to B! Jess�ll eat her up!� Faith laughs knowingly at Joyce. �She tried to get her claws in me when I first came there to help you, remember?�

�Always made me wonder why you didn�t take her up on her offer.� Joyce admits.

�I�m used to being the one to use and abuse. Not the other way around.� Faith shrugs, grinning.

�I think your tune might have changed some, hasn�t it?� Tara questions with a lifted eyebrow, a small smile slowly working its way across her face.

�You can use me and abuse me whenever ya� want, babe.� Faith looks knowingly at the blonde.

�Would you like something to drink, Mrs. Summers?� Tara questions, her eyes twinkling merrily. �We have water, soda and juice.�

�A water would be wonderful, and please, it�s Joyce.� Joyce grins at the two women. �This is actually a pretty nice looking apartment.� Joyce glances around.

�Here, let me give ya� the penny tour.�   Faith winks at Joyce. �Living room, dining room, kitchen, witch�� Faith points to each before grabbing Tara on the butt on the word witch, laughing.

�Faith!� Tara smacks at Faith, chuckling. �Here�s your water Mrs�� Tara hesitates at Joyce�s� look. �Joyce.�

�Better. Thank you, Tara.� Joyce accepts the glass of iced water, following Faith.

�Bathroom, with nice Jacuzzi tub. Very nice, large Jacuzzi tub.� Faith looks back at Joyce and wiggles her eyebrows. �It got initiated yesterday. We were working on the kitchen when someone interrupted.�

�FAITH!� Tara yells from the kitchen at her lover.

�Hell, Tare! Ain�t nothin� she ain�t probably already done!� Faith grumbles before grinning wickedly at Joyce. �Right, Mrs. S?�

�I�m not telling!� Joyce laughs as she backs out of the bathroom, following Faith into the bedroom. �I must say, this is a nice apartment. The furniture is well-kept, obviously.�

�Yeah. Nothing fancy, but it is functional and meant to last.� Faith opens her closet door, pulling out the box of knives that she needs to work on sharpening. �I�m gonna need to get some frames for Tara�s drawings and hang a few of �em.�

�I thought those were her sketches in her dorm.� Joyce follows Faith out of the bedroom. �Quite good.�

�Ya� oughta see the other ones she�s done.� Faith smirks evilly as she sets her knives down on the table before grabbing an older towel from under the sink, spreading it on the table.

�Faith.� Tara states the name as a warning.

�Come on! She�s an art gallery owner. She can appreciate them for the lines and shading and shit, instead of the content.� Faith laughs as Tara blushes.

�You�re bound and determined to show my drawings, aren�t you?� Tara places her hands on her hips as she stares at the dark-haired slayer.

�Yep. They�re hot.� Faith nods her head, smiling in agreement.

�I�m not so sure I want to see them.� Joyce laughs looking from one woman to the other.

�Might as well. Faith isn�t going to shut up until you do.� Tara sighs, shifting the sketch pads around to the order Faith looked at them in. �Do you want to look at them in the dining room or here in the living room? And please remember, these were just for me. Well and Faith, now, but some of them aren�t meant to be seen by anyone else.� Tara narrows her eyes on Faith who�s started to whistle as she pulls out the sharpening stone. Grabbing the pads, Tara walks into the kitchen, handing them to Joyce.

Joyce raises an eyebrow as Faith sits humming to herself as she slowly and methodically starts sharpening her knives. Turning her gaze to look at a bemused Tara, Joyce chuckles before sitting down at the other side of the table looking at the sketches.

�You gonna go out with me tonight?� Faith questions as she glances at Tara. �Or are you wantin� to stay here and study for your last test tomorrow?�

�I don�t need to study for the test. Would you like me to go with you, or would you be able to do it quicker without me?� Tara questions as she sits down watching her lover.

�Yeah, I could run around town and get done in record time, but I don�t mind walking with ya�. Gives us time to talk and get to know each other better.� Faith looks up grinning. �Less likely to get sidetracked while we�re out in public.�

Joyce chuckles quietly at the two women as she finishes looking through the first sketch pad, setting it aside before picking up the second one.

�As long as we don�t come across someone else trying to make me a snack.� Tara frowns, her fingers unconsciously lifting to her neck.

�Yeah, he better be outta town, if I come across him, I�m gonna beat him until he begs me to fuckin� stake him.� Faith growls, her eyes flashing angrily.

�What happened?� Joyce looks up in surprise glancing from one woman to the other, worriedly.

�Fuck.� Faith looks apologetically at Tara.

�It�s okay, sweetie. I was pretty much planning on everyone knowing eventually anyway. I was just hoping to find out more information first.� Tara smiles softly at Faith watching as Faith sighs in relief. Tara turns towards Joyce and shrugs her shoulders. �It seems I�m not exactly human. We found out last night that I�m part elf.� Tara shifts her hair away from her ear. �My dad told me I was a demon when I was growing up and my mother never said anything one way or another about it.�

Faith starts to open her mouth to stop Joyce from touching Tara�s ear, but snaps it shut too late.

Tara�s eyes twinkle at Faith as Joyce touches her ear. �You�re the only one that causes that reaction, love.�

Faith turns surprised eyes on Tara. �Why didn�t you say something last night? And why me?� Faith frowns heavily.

�You had already stopped Mr. Giles, so it was kind of moot. As for you, I�ll give you a couple guesses.� Tara wiggles her eyebrows at the slayer.

Joyce frowns looking at the two women. �What are you two talking about?� Joyce questions as she moves her hand back down to the sketch pad.

�This.� Faith reaches out and strokes her fingers over Tara�s other ear, making the witch groan deeply and close her eyes.

�Tease.� Tara growls as Faith pulls her hand away, her eyes opening slowly, the desire obvious in their depths.

�Oh, dear.� Joyce looks down at her own hand and back at Tara�s ear, blushing lightly. �How did you know someone else�� Joyce trails off, blushing darker. �Stupid, Joyce.�

Tara laughs quietly. �Well, first off it didn�t happen with my previous lovers, and I certainly don�t get that reaction when I touch them myself.�

�Change of subject might be in order.� Joyce shakes her head laughing quietly. �Why don�t you sort through the bags. I just picked up some odds and ends. Buffy mentioned you didn�t have a lot of knick knacks, so I kind of picked some up while I was out today.�

�You didn�t have to.� Tara smiles in thanks at Joyce as she unpacks the candles, incense and glass candy dishes, chuckling as she pulls out the large bag of hard candy. �Hmmm. I bet I know who you had in mind for this.�

Faith glances up, chuckling. �Can�t help it. I got a sweet tooth.�

�Thank you, Joyce.� Tara smiles at the woman as she stands to set the candles around the living room. Placing one of the candy dishes on the coffee table, Tara fills it before placing the lid on the glass dish.

�Goodness.� Joyce looks at the drawings, blushing lightly. Glancing up at a smirking Faith, Joyce shakes her head. �I have to admit, these are very well done. And now I understand why Tara was saying that these were for her eyes, and in turn yours only.� Joyce starts to chuckle as Faith wiggles her eyebrows.

�They�re hot, ain�t they?� Faith yelps as she turns her eyes on Tara. �No call for the pinching. That just ain�t right.� Faith rubs her arm. �Damn wicked strong fingers.� Faith bitches quietly as she grabs another knife, running it across the whetstone.

Tara blushes lightly as she picks up the sketch pads. �They were in my head wanting to get out.� Tara shrugs as she carries them back to the bedroom.

�They�re wonderful.� Joyce admits watching as Tara walks back in, carrying one of them.

�I kind of thought you�d like to have the one of Buffy.� Tara shrugs. �I�ve actually been thinking about doing different ones of all the group as Christmas presents. Of course, not the caricature ones.� Tara grins lopsidedly. �I kind of couldn�t help drawing them after I found out about everybody.�

�Sometimes it happens that way.� Joyce smiles at the two women. �You two have a lovely apartment. I guess I should leave you two lovebirds alone, that way you can finish initiating the kitchen.� Joyce laughs softly as Tara blushes lightly and Faith�s eyes start to gleam.

�Please come back, you�re welcome at any time.� Tara walks Joyce to the door, smiling at the woman.

�Thank you, dear.� Joyce looks back and laughs at Faith wiggling her eyebrows from the table. �Glad you two are getting along.� Joyce whispers softly.

�I�m sure we�ll have our ups and downs, pretty much like anyone, but it�ll be worth it.� Tara�s eyes shift to look at Faith. �She�s a little rough around the edges, but that�s definitely part of her charm.� Tara admits quietly.

�It is, isn�t it?� Joyce smiles in acknowledgement. �She�s a wonderful woman and deserves the best. I think the two of you compliment each other.� Joyce gently squeezes Tara�s shoulder. �Life�s short, dear. Grab on with both hands and enjoy the ride.�

Tara smiles, her gaze on Faith as the slayer sings quietly to herself as she slides the knife over the stone, sharpening it. �I have a feeling it�s going to be the ride of a lifetime. Thanks, Joyce. You�re always welcome, so please stop in at any time.�

�Thank you, Tara. I may take you up on it when Buffy and the crew get going.� Joyce chuckles. �I�m going to miss having Faith around the house. It was always interesting, never knowing what she would get up to. You two have a wonderful night, see you tomorrow.� Joyce smiles softly before slowly working her way to the elevator.

Tara stands there for a few moments watching Joyce get on the elevator, waving as the doors shut, Tara gently steps back into the apartment and locks the door behind her as she works her way over to Faith, gently wrapping her arms around Faith�s upper chest, squeezing gently. Leaning down Tara places a kiss on top of Faith�s head Tara whispers softly. �I haven�t said it, you may be aware of it, but I want you to know I�ve fallen in love with you, Faith.�

Faith closes her eyes, smiling softly at the obvious feeling in the witch�s words. Running her hands up over Tara�s hands, Faith tilts her head back looking up into the loving blue eyes. �You have said it, babe.� Faith whispers watching the surprise cross Tara�s face. �You said it the other night when you fell asleep, after you decided you�d had enough of my being stubborn and came to Joyce�s house.� Faith reaches up, cupping Tara�s neck. �I gotta admit that I�ve fallen for you, too, babe.� Faith admits quietly.

�Oh, sweetie.� Tara whispers leaning down, capturing the slayer�s lips in a loving kiss.

Faith smiles as they slowly ease away from each other. �Kind of weird at that angle.�

�You have a point.� Tara smiles as she walks around and gently eases onto Faith�s lap as the slayer pushes back from the table. Wrapping her arms around Faith�s neck, Tara captures the slayer�s lips with hers, stroking her tongue tantalizing over Faith�s lips, delving inside the welcoming opening.

Faith whimpers into the witch�s mouth as Tara softly battles with her tongue before teasingly flicking the roof of her mouth. Wrapping her hand in Tara�s hair, Faith reaches her other hand around the witch�s waist, holding her tightly while invading Tara�s mouth, kissing her strongly, wrapping her tongue repeatedly around Tara�s for a few long minutes, before easing away, panting heavily.

�Goddess.� Tara whimpers, slowly opening her eyes, looking into the passion filled eyes of her lover. Breathing heavily, Tara tilts her head against Faith�s.

Faith takes in a shuddering breath as she gently squeezes Tara as she wraps her arms around the witch. Burying her face against Tara�s shoulder, Faith runs one hand down her leg, growling at the skirt, Faith pulls it up so she can stroke her fingers over silky flesh.

Tara smiles softly as Faith�s fingers slowly, but surely work their way up her thigh. Closing her eyes, Tara swallows at the desire coursing through her at Faith�s stroking fingers.

Faith grins as her fingers work closer to the witch�s center, feeling the heat coming from the area, Faith softly presses a finger against the cotton covered mound, groaning as she feels the dampness. �This a new pair or one of your older pair?� Faith questions hoarsely, gently sliding a finger around the edge of the panties, sliding it up and down the slick outer lips.

�Old.� Tara whimpers as a wiggling finger presses determinedly between her lips to flick teasingly over her swollen clit. Shifting her left leg, Tara gives Faith more room to maneuver.

�Good.� Faith growls as she slides her fingers to the edge at Tara�s hip, maneuvering her fingers so that she rips the cloth without hurting Tara. Running her fingers quickly to the other side, Faith repeats the gesture before flipping the panties down out of the way, smiling as Tara whimpers loudly as she slides two fingers firmly in the witch. Teasingly brushing her thumb over the hardening muscle, Faith nips on the shoulder she�d been resting her head on, watching Tara intently as the witch closes her eyes. Inhaling deeply at the look of pure pleasure crossing Tara�s face as she swirls her fingers within the witch while alternating pressing firmly against the swollen clit, barely brushing over it and teasing the sensitive gland with a flick of her short thumb nail.

Tara bites her lip as the slayer�s teasing brings her to edge without allowing her to tip over.   �Faith!� Tara cries out softly, her body trying to press into Faith�s hand, her eyes finally opening, she turns so she looks into Faith�s dark brown eyes.

�Now?� Faith questions softly, while continuing to inhale deeply of the witch�s arousal, her own desire almost unbearable.

As Tara whimpers, nodding her head, she cries out loudly as Faith stops teasing and hooks her fingers within her, caressing over her pleasure spot while circling quickly and firmly over her twitching clit, making her climax almost instantly. Shifting her hips into Faith�s pleasure giving hand, Tara tilts her head back screaming Faith�s name as another orgasm rips through her body, making her whole body shake uncontrollably.

Faith tenses her arm that�s wrapped around Tara, making sure she�s supported so she doesn�t fall off her lap, while continuing to stroke slowly within the witch, easing her thumb�s pressure from the rock hard flinching muscle. Bringing her stroking fingers to a slow halt, Faith leaves them buried within Tara, while she tries to control her own desire.

�Goddess.� Tara sighs out the word, her body still uncontrollably clenching on the fingers inside her as she feels more liquid ease from her body onto Faith�s hand. Gently easing her fingers from where they�re tangled within the slayer�s hair, Tara whispers softly. �Sorry.�

�No sorry�s.� Faith closes her eyes leaning her forehead against Tara as fingers gently soothe her scalp from where they�d inadvertently pulled some hairs. Faith smiles softly as she eases her fingers back to Tara�s opening before quickly sliding them back deep within the witch, making Tara jerk. �I just realized something good about your skirts.� Faith finally admits.

Tara chuckles deeply. �Easy access?�

�Oh, yeah.� Faith nods before sliding her fingers all the way out of Tara. �I think somebody sprung a very serious leak.� Faith growls as the witch�s nectar slides down her hand as she holds it up in front of them.

�Very serious.� Tara�s lip curls up in amusement as Faith works on cleaning the fluid from her fingers and hand with an eager tongue. �Faith, love?�

�Mmmmhmmmm.� Faith answers as she sucks on her fingers, her eyes glancing up making contact with twinkling blue eyes.

�My turn.� Tara shifts off Faith, kneeling on the floor in front of the slayer while her hands quickly unbutton the slayer�s jeans, pulling them down quickly as Faith lifts her hips to help. Smiling as Faith spreads her legs wide, Tara inhales deeply of the rich musky aroma literally oozing from Faith as she looks upon the dew covered swollen lips. �We need to have a discussion about your lack of underwear sometime.� Tara murmurs as she nips quickly up the slayer�s inner thighs while wrapping an arm under and around each leg, sliding Faith�s body to the edge of the chair seat before capturing the swollen nub between her lips, sucking gently.

�No�discussion.� Faith pants, burying her fingers in Tara�s hair as she rotates her hips as the steady suction makes it hard to think. �Underwear� is� evil.� Faith jerks into Tara�s mouth as the witch starts to flick her tongue quickly and firmly against her clit.

�Mmmmhmmmm.� Tara hums into Faith�s body, holding onto the slayer, trying to make sure she stays firmly attached as she continues to suck and lick the woman to orgasm.

�FUCK!� Faith cries out loudly as Tara gently scrapes her bottom teeth over the sensitive gland, making her climax, before soothing it with gentle strokes of her tongue.

Placing soft kisses over the twitching muscle, Tara looks up into the heavily lidded brown eyes. Slowly running her tongue over her lips, Tara continues watching Faith as she slowly slides her tongue over the slayer�s lips, gathering all the escaped fluid. Delving quickly between the slayer�s lips, Tara�s lip quirks as Faith moans loudly, her eyes closing in pleasure. Burying her tongue deeply within the slayer, Tara strokes within the woman, twirling her tongue around for a few moments enjoying the feeling of the slayer�s muscles clenching around her tongue.

Growling deeply, Faith releases one hands grip to run down the front of her body, whimpering as Tara leaves her body, then looking in surprise as she feels a warm, wet tongue licking her fingers, leaving them damp. Opening her eyes to look down into twinkling blue eyes, Faith smiles quickly as she watches Tara delve deeply back within her. Pressing her fingers over her own clit, Faith starts an almost punishing rubbing motion. When she feels Tara�s tongue stroke over her inner sweet spot, Faith jerks in pleasure, rubbing quicker over her own swollen muscle. �There� babe��

Tara keeps up her tongues stroking over the rough inner wall of the slayer, groaning into Faith�s body as the slayer�s inner muscles clench strongly on her tongue.

�TARA!� Faith screams as she comes, flooding the witch�s mouth and face with her orgasm.   Faith groans as her body continues to jerk and twitch as Tara�s soft tongue strokes softly over her body.

Slowly working her way over Faith�s body, Tara gather�s all the escaped liquid before scooting her body in close to Faith, rubbing her cheek against the still twitching stomach muscles.

Wrapping her legs around Tara, Faith squeezes gently before loosening her legs. �Come up here, babe.� Faith hoarsely calls to Tara, smiling as Tara stands. Running her hands down Tara�s legs, Faith pushes her skirt up her thighs, Faith urges her to straddle her and sit down on her lap. Wrapping her arms around Tara�s waist, Faith buries her face in Tara�s neck, pressing firm kisses against the sweat dampened skin.

Tara chuckles as she drapes her arms over Faith�s shoulders, relaxing her body into the slayer�s. �I think this only counts as initiating this particular chair, what do you think?�

Faith laughs and nods her head against Tara�s neck. �We got all the other chairs to initiate, along with the table, the countertops, the refrigerator��

�Refrigerator?� Tara questions wonderingly.

�Sure. We can pull everything out, climb inside and get it on.� Faith tries not to laugh as Tara tugs gently on her hair. �What, you don�t like that idea?�

�Might be a little bit on the chilly side.� Tara rolls her eyes as Faith chuckles. �I�m surprised you haven�t suggested I stand on my head while we do it.�

�Hmmm.� Faith tilts her head considering the thought. �Might not be comfortable, but would be doable.�

�Faith!� Tara gently smacks the slayer on the shoulder, laughing as she pulls back to look into laughing brown eyes. �You�re rotten.�

�Yep.� Faith agrees readily, smirking. �But that�s part of the reason why ya� love me.�

�Yes, it is.� Tara admits, her eyes becoming serious. �Don�t ever change, sweetie. I like you being rotten, mischief filled and full of life.�

�Rude, coarse, crude, foul mouthed, and I�m sure a bunch of other things, also.� Faith admits, frowning lightly.

�I love all of that about you, sweetie. Don�t change, I�m serious.� Tara brushes her thumb gently over the slayer�s cheek. �In short, I love you.� Tara whispers as she gently brushes her lips over Faith�s.

Faith returns the soft kiss, before gently kissing across Tara�s jaw, hugging the witch tightly as she buries her face against her shoulder. �I love you, too.� Faith whispers softly, closing her eyes while taking a deep breath.

Tara smiles as she strokes her finger gently through the soft dark waves. �Do you want me to go on patrol with you tonight?�

�Yeah.� Faith brushes her cheek gently against Tara�s shoulder. �Do ya� think we should buy a car?� Faith questions softly before frowning briefly. �Where do ya� work at, babe? I know it�s a vet�s office, but where�s it located at? I didn�t even take that into consideration when we rented this place.�

Tara chuckles quietly. �It�s actually only six blocks away, sweetie. So you did extremely good getting this place. As for a car, that may not be an expenditure we should have just yet. Maybe we can buy a couple bicycles, or at least one for me to ride back and forth.�

�I was just thinkin� that a vehicle would kinda come in handy when we go to the store.� Faith admits, stroking her hands up and down Tara�s back. �I�m sure Mrs. S. wouldn�t mind me borrowing the Jeep whenever I need it, though. So maybe it�s not that big a deal.�

�We�ll see how it goes, sweetie. Don�t they have those little pull behind things for bicycles that we could use to put the groceries in?� Tara murmurs as she wiggles in closer to the slayer.

�Kinda like a pull behind baby carrier?� Faith questions, the laughter obvious in her voice.

�Something like that.� Tara grumbles before nipping playfully at the slayer�s shoulder. �You mean you don�t want to have children?� Tara jokes quietly.

�That would be kinda interestin�.� Faith raises her eyebrows at the thought. �Not do-able� Damn better not say that, this is the Hellmouth, after all!�

Tara laughs at the slayer. �Could you imagine trying to explain that? No sir, there is no father. She�s the father.�

Faith snorts in laughter. �There was no male body parts or bodily fluids used in the making of this child - I�m just damn good!�

�Who said I was the one going to carry the child?� Tara raises an eyebrow in mock anger.

Faith growls, picking Tara up and striding into the bedroom. �I sure the hell ain�t, and though you�re butch, I�m butchier.� Faith chuckles, gently tossing Tara in the middle of the bed before pouncing on top of her. �So that makes me the boss, and you the little woman. And it�s time for the little woman to� be tickled unmercifully!� Faith growls before her fingers dance up and down the witch�s side, making Tara squirm and laugh.

�Faith!� Tara cries out quietly, trying to squirm away from the relentless fingers.

�Clothes in the way.� Faith grins evilly as she slides Tara�s top off, before continuing to tickle the witch.

�I got to�� Tara laughs harder. �Need to pee��

Faith laughs and rolls off the witch, chuckling as Tara runs to the bathroom. �We�ll continue this later!� Faith glances at the window, sighing at the darkening sky. �Guess I should get ready for patrol.�
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