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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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The three women groan as they bring in the last of the boxes. �I can�t believe Willow�s parents were actually home.� Buffy grumbles, rolling her eyes. �They guilt her into going to dinner with them, like it�s her fault they�re never around!�

�I got the distinct impression she really didn�t want to go with them.� Tara murmurs softly. �But she didn�t argue with them.�

�She wouldn�t. Red�s got the perfect daughter syndrome. No matter how much they shit on her, she�s gonna do what they want.� Faith growls as they carry the boxes up the stairs, placing them in Buffy�s room.

�Faith.� Tara softly reprimands the slayer.

�It�s the truth. Dumb ass parents. Got a great daughter, smart as a whip, she�s any parents fuckin� wet dream, and they don�t have the fuckin� decency to even be around her. Jeeze, her mom even tried to burn her and B at the stake!� Faith growls angrily.

Tara blinks in surprise glancing towards Buffy. Buffy blushes and lightly nods her head. �Mom was there, also right along with the rest of the group. They kind of conveniently forgot it, the Hellmouth syndrome at its best.� Buffy shrugs.

�Where is your mom?� Tara questions as they walk back downstairs.

�Picking up the pizzas and more soda.� Buffy grins looking at Faith. �I think she just didn�t want to help load stuff in the house.�

�Did you want help unpacking?� Tara questions, following the two slayers into the kitchen as they grab waters out, smiling in thanks Tara winks at Faith as the dark-haired slayer hands her a water.

�No. Gives me something to do later. Won�t take long anyway.� Buffy shrugs sitting down at the island, watching as Faith sits down, urging Tara to sit on her lap. �I�ll take patrol this weekend, let you two have some private time.�

�Ain�t ya� supposed to be meetin� farm boy tomorrow?� Faith frowns looking at Buffy.

�Late tomorrow afternoon.� Buffy sighs quietly. �We�ll see if he has any information for us. The demon population still on the low side?� Buffy reconfirms with Faith.

�Yeah. Ran into the bleached wonder the other night.� Faith growls angrily, her eyes flashing.

�It ended up helping us, sweetie.� Tara murmurs softly, shifting so she can stroke her hand over the slayer�s furrowed eyebrows.

�Yeah, but I�m still gonna dust his ass.� Faith sneers at the thought of the blonde vampire, looking at Tara�s neck and the two small scabs there.

�What have I missed?� Buffy questions looking from one woman to the other.

�Sorry, B.� Faith looks apologetically at the blonde slayer. �I guess we kinda forgot to tell ya� what�s going on.� Faith unconsciously hugs Tara tightly. �You wanna tell her?�

Tara sighs as she nods her head, looking down at the island, before slowly explaining to Buffy about her father telling her she was going to turn into a demon, through Faith�s explanation about demons being real, her own thoughts of being a demon, to Spikes stunning revelation. Seeing the inquisitive look on Buffy�s face, Tara chuckles, pulling her hair back from her ear, leaning towards the blonde slayer.

�Damn.� Buffy whispers, her eyes surprised at the pointy ears. �Can I touch them?�

Faith growls quietly, but doesn�t say anything as Tara smacks her gently. �Go ahead.� Faith grumbles lowly.

Buffy gently eases her fingertips over the flesh, chuckling. �I don�t know what I was expecting, maybe for it to feel different?�

�Nope. They don�t feel no different. They�re just sexy as hell.� Faith growls, running her finger up Tara�s neck, inching closer to her ear before Tara captures her hand, pulling it down. �Ain�t no fun.� Faith grumbles.

Buffy watches the exchange with a questioning look on her face. �She isn�t allowed to touch them?�

�Yes, but not when she�s being rotten.� Tara turns her gaze on Faith, as Faith sniggers. �And not out in public, and not anytime soon if she keeps this up.� Tara pinches Faith�s upper arm.

�Ouch! Damn it, I wish you�d stop doin� that. I get little bruises all over my body from you.� Faith pouts, her eyes twinkling at the witch.

�Right, big bad slayer Faith is being pinched by sweet, kind Tara and it hurts. I�m not believing that.� Buffy snorts in laughter, looking at the two women.

�Let her pinch you, B.� Faith raises an eyebrow in dare looking at Buffy. �She�s got wicked strong fingers, B. The vamp said elves are a lot stronger than humans. And I�ve got to say I agree, and she�s not at full power, if he�s to be believed.�

�She isn�t that strong.� Buffy huffs as she puts out her arm, watching as Tara leans forward. Buffy yelps and rubs her arm where Tara pinched her, looking in surprise at the blonde witch. �Maybe she is.�

Faith chuckles. �Told ya�. Now if we can find out what all the pain in the ass information we got actually means, I�ll feel a hell of a lot better.�

�Me, too.� Tara whispers leaning her body more heavily against the slayer.

�When were you guys planning on saying something?� Buffy questions, frowning at the two women.

�Tare didn�t want to say anything to anyone else to begin with when she thought she was going to turn into a demon. She and I kind of had an understanding.� Faith stiffens in remembrance, the look on her face indescribable to the blonde slayer.

�What kind of understanding?� Buffy questions looking from an obviously upset Faith to Tara looking down at the island, running her finger over the tiles.

�I made her make me a promise.� Tara finally whispers.

�And there ain�t no sense in discussin� it, since that is no longer gonna happen.� Faith growls angrily, shifting Tara off her lap as she stands to look out the kitchen window.

Buffy frowns looking from one woman to the other, wondering what Tara might have made Faith promise her. Looking questioningly at the blonde witch, Buffy tilts her head.

Tara looks up, seeing the hazel eyes studying her trying to figure it out. Looking behind her at Faith standing there, rigid and unforgiving, Tara sighs heavily looking back at Buffy. Keeping eye contact with the slayer, Tara slowly drags her finger across her own throat before dropping her gaze and looking back down at the counter.

Buffy stares in stunned disbelief at the witch, her gaze finally shifting up to the stiff backed slayer. �We wouldn�t have allowed it to come to that, Faith. And I can�t believe you didn�t say something to us, Tara! What were you thinking? We could have all been researching trying to find any and all information we could!�

Faith slowly turns to look at her lover�s slumped shoulder�s to Buffy�s flashing hazel eyes. �Thanks, B.� Faith finally allows a brief smile to cross her face. �She didn�t want me to say anythin�, so I didn�t. But I was trying to find out as much as I could on my own.� Faith slowly wraps her arms around Tara, pulling her gently against her. �See, nobody would have freaked or anything, babe. They would have all been tryin� to help ya�. So, from now on, ya� gotta just tell us, �kay?� Faith places a gentle kiss on top of Tara�s head.

�Okay.� Tara sighs, closing her eyes as she presses her back against Faith. �I know better now.�

�Good.� Buffy hears the car door slam. �I�ll help mom.� Buffy hops up, running out of the kitchen, leaving the two women alone.

�I�m sorry for making you promise me what you did, Faith.� Tara whispers softly, gently squeezing the slayer�s arms that are wrapped around her waist.

�I didn�t like makin� that promise.� Faith admits quietly. �I would have done it, but I would have tried to figure out any other way to help ya� before it came to that. Even if it was putting you in a cage and making G-man call anyone and everyone he knew to make you right.�

Tara chuckles at her lover�s words. �I hope the information Mr. Giles is having sent here has more details than what he had does.�

�Yeah. I�m seriously wondering about that bond thing and then why your blood is certain death for vamps, and is it deadly to other demons also?� Faith looks towards the kitchen doorway as Buffy and Joyce walk in carrying pizzas, sodas and what smelled like hot wings.

�Foods here, sweetie. We can discuss this some more later, I know slayer tummy is probably starving by now.� Tara chuckles as Faith�s stomach growls it�s agreement.

�Damn thing.� Faith grumbles, hugging Tara tightly. �Let�s eat, then go home and work on initiating more of the apartment.� Faith wiggles her eyebrows at Tara. �After all, you�re done with school for the summer.�

�Yes, celebration is in order. But not your kind of celebration!!� Buffy shakes her finger at the two women.

�Well, I don�t know about that. Your mom seemed awful interested in hookin� you up with Jess at the gallery.� Faith smirks at Buffy, watching the blonde slayer pale and shoot her gaze towards her mom.

�Don�t you dare! She scares me!� Buffy whimpers quietly as her mom just grins at her.

�She�d probably be perfect for a no strings attached, good time, B.� Faith comments as she grabs down plates, piling one high with pizza and wings before heading towards the living room, leaving Buffy sputtering behind her.

�I�d think you and Willow would make a good couple, you know, if she swung that way.� Tara gets a dig in, chuckling as wide hazel eyes turn towards her. �Or not.� Tara�s tinkling laughter follows her out of the kitchen as she takes her plate of food into the living room.

�MOM!� Buffy cries out loudly looking at her laughing mother. �This is just wrong!�

�Don�t tell me, honey. They�re the ones picking on you.� Joyce chuckles as she gathers a couple slices of pizza, placing them on her plate before grabbing her drink and following the other two into the living room.

�Damn pains.� Buffy grumbles as she grabs a couple slices of each pizza before heading into the living room.

***

�Hi, Riley.� Buffy bounces in and sits beside the soldier, watching him closely without trying to be obvious about it. Seeing the tenseness of his movements as he reaches for his soda.

�Hey.� Riley tries to relax and smile at Buffy. �Sorry I�ve been kind of busy lately.� Riley rubs the back of his neck as he drops his gaze from the hazel eyes of the slayer.

�How�s everything going?� Buffy questions quietly as she accepts her mocha from the waitress, smiling at the woman before turning her gaze back on Riley.

Riley fidgets in his chair, not looking at Buffy. �I don�t really have any information on Adam, except that he�s made up of different demon parts and has basically a computer chip for a brain. He�s extremely strong and extremely smart.�

�That�s all you could find out?� Buffy questions softly, noticing how the soldier isn�t looking at her while he talks. As he nods his head, Buffy sets her mocha back down on the table. �What do you know that you aren�t telling me, Riley?� Buffy hisses lowly, finally deciding not to play his game. �And don�t lie, I know you�ve got more information and know what�s going on.�

Riley looks up in shock, his mouth opening and shutting a couple time. �It�s classified. I can�t tell you anything.� Riley stiffens his back, looking at the slayer with a scowl on his face.

�He almost killed Faith. He�s a danger, he could go off on someone else at anytime�� Buffy trails off when she sees a guilty look cross Riley�s face before he puts on his stoic look. �He already has, hasn�t he?� Buffy growls lowly, watching him clench his jaw and not comment. �The government is covering up for their sick creation and can�t figure out how to kill him, can they, Riley?� Buffy hisses lowly as she leans in, watching him intently. When she sees the guilty blush crossing his face, she snarls lowly. �You have a few choices, either you give us the information we need to take him out, or you and the rest of your idiotic military wanna-be�s can gather your shit and try to capture him, taking him with you. Or the final choice�� Buffy reaches out and grabs Riley�s chin, forcing him to look at her. �We figure out how to take him out on our own, and you and your group gets the fuck out of Sunnydale once and for all. Because I will come after you with everything at my disposal, and that includes the entire Watcher�s Council.�

Riley looks at Buffy with shocked eyes. �You wouldn�t.� He whispers in surprise.

�I would and I will.� Buffy stands, tossing the money on the table for her drink. Stopping right beside him, she leans down to whisper in his ear. �Any way you look at it, we�re done. I can�t deal with your shit. You have one week to get me the information we need on Adam. After that we�re coming after you.� Buffy states calmly before striding out of the coffee shop, leaving Riley sitting there wondering what to do.

�I have to talk to my superiors.� Riley runs a shaky hand through his hair. �After what Buffy did to Walsh�s little friends that tried to take Buffy out, they do NOT want to piss her off. And if they�re smart, they�ll let her take care of their problem.� Riley whispers quietly before quickly leaving the coffee shop to go back to the Initiative.

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Buffy slams into the house, jogging up the stairs to get her gear to go slaying. �I�ll hit the damn sewers and crypts, see if there�s any demons to take my anger out on.� Buffy growls as she starts tucking away various weapons.

�Honey? Are you okay?� Joyce questions from Buffy�s bedroom door, noticing the angry jerking motions of her daughter as she grabs out weapons.

�No, I�m not.� Buffy snarls angrily. �That good for nothing son of a bitch knows something and he isn�t telling. I gave him an ultimatum while also breaking up with him. He better get with his superiors and get us any information he can to help take out Adam, or I�ll make sure to wage war on the Initiative, one way or the other.� Buffy angrily shoves a sleeved blade in the back of her pants.

�Honey, I don�t want you going out slaying by yourself when you�re like this.� Joyce hesitantly comments. �Will you call Faith, please?� Joyce quietly begs, seeing the stubborn look crossing her daughter�s face.

�I told her she has the weekend off, mom. She�s been doing patrols for the last two weeks steady. Plus her and Tara haven�t had much of a chance to have some time together.� Buffy explains, trying to get control of her anger.

�Give me fifteen minutes, I�ll call them.� Joyce offers, watching Buffy for a few minutes as her daughter finally sighs nodding her head. �Thank you, honey.�

Joyce strides back to her bedroom, picking up the phone and dialing Faith and Tara�s apartment. Joyce chuckles as she hears the laughter in Tara�s voice as she picks up the phone.

�Hello!� Tara giggles. �Faith stop that!� Tara hisses at Faith as the slayer�s hands continue their eager exploration of her body as she�s on the phone.

�No.� Faith grins as she slides her hands up under Tara�s shirt, teasing the witch�s breasts.

�Sorry to bother you two, but I was kind of wondering if I could ask a really big favor.� Joyce tries not to laugh as she hears what�s obviously a smack come across the phone.

�What is it you need, Joyce?� Tara gives Faith a wide-eyed look, silently begging her to behave.

Faith sighs as she pulls her hands away from Tara, pouting she plops down on the couch, propping her feet up on the coffee table.

�Actually, I kind of need to talk to Faith. Buffy�s in a rampage about her meeting with Riley and I really don�t want her to go on patrol by herself.� Joyce admits quietly.

�Oh, of course! Hold on just a moment.� Tara looks at Faith, noticing her lover was watching her seriously. �Things didn�t go well between Buffy and Riley at their meeting, and Buffy is obviously on a tear. Joyce was wondering if you could go with her to make sure she doesn�t get into any kind of trouble.� Tara whispers before pulling the phone away from her body, handing it to the dark-haired slayer.

�You don�t mind?� Faith questions as she accepts the phone.

�No. I don�t want anyone to get hurt, and if you going out with Buffy, being backup will keep her from doing something stupid, I can live without you for a few hours.� Tara smiles gently at her lover.

��Kay.� Faith smiles as she puts the phone to her ear with one hand, while grasping Tara with the other, urging her down against her on the couch. �Does she wanna come by here and grab me, or does she wanna meet somewhere?� Faith questions Joyce calmly.

�I so owe you for this, Faith. You and Tara both.� Joyce breathes a sigh of relief. �Let me ask her, hold on a second.� Joyce walks back to Buffy�s room, watching her daughter pace in her bedroom. �Do you want to go by Faith�s and get her, or meet her somewhere?�

Buffy shrugs as she thinks about where Faith lives in conjunction with cemeteries around the apartment building. Remembering Restfield Cemetery is only a couple blocks down from there, Buffy looks at her mom. �I�ll come by their place.�

Joyce watches as Buffy strides out of her bedroom and down the stairs, sighing as she hears the door slam behind her daughter �She�s coming by there. I�m sure the way she�s going it won�t take long for her to get there.�

�No problem, Mrs. S. I�ll be ready.� Faith sighs as she hangs up the phone, looking at Tara. �Sorry, babe.�

�Don�t be sorry, sweetie. Just be careful. If she�s angry, she�s more likely to not pay attention and possibly get hurt. So I want you to be extra careful, and if you need me, call.� Tara looks seriously at her lover brushing her thumb gently over the slayer�s cheek, dipping in to the dimples that she can�t get enough of.

�I will. Hopefully we�ll find something for her to take her anger out on. Pickin�s have been mighty slim lately.� Faith admits quietly pressing her lips against the thumb that�s made it�s way to her lips.

�Go get ready, sweetie.� Tara smiles then kisses Faith gently as the slayer leans in against her.

�I�ll call you when I get the chance.� Faith places a quick firm kiss on Tara�s full lips. �Be prepared to be pounced on when I get home!�

Tara chuckles watching as Faith hops over the couch to go get ready. �I�ll look forward to it.�

Faith smirks as she grabs her weapons tucking them away before grabbing her boots, pulling them on and tying them tightly. Walking back out to the living room, she winks at the witch. �I�ll probably have the hungry and hornies going on, so be prepared.� Faith wiggles her eyebrows.

�If you need me to run you a bath, make sure you give me notice.� Tara watches Faith as the slayer prowls towards her, a smirk on her face.

�I wonder how long we�ve got before B shows up?� Faith questions as she straddles Tara on the couch, leaning in to kiss the witch hungrily. Burying her hands in the silky soft hair, Faith groans as Tara matches her tongue stroke for stroke before nipping on the end of her tongue.

�Not long enough for much more than that.� Tara whispers, breathing heavily as she closes her eyes while Faith starts to kiss down her jaw and neck, sucking strongly on her pulse point. �Goddess!� Tara whimpers as Faith nips gently at her neck.

�I think I finally understand the whole neck fetish vamps have.� Faith growls licking strongly over the soft skin covering the witch�s pulse point before nipping and sucking at the spot. �Mmmmm. Good.� Faith murmurs before sucking steadily at the skin, her hands roaming down Tara�s arms, before coming back up to cup the witch�s breasts in her hands, brushing her thumb firmly over the hardened nubs.

�Faith!� Tara huskily calls the slayer�s name, her hands clenching Faith�s waist strongly. �Got to stop, sweetie.� Tara pants out the words.

�Don�t wanna.� Faith growls as she eases back from the skin that had garnered her attention, swiping it once more with her tongue, looking at the dark red spot. �That�s gonna be there for a while.� Faith smirks, her eyes looking up into passion filled blue eyes.

�I�m going to have to start watching you and your penchant for wanting to leave marks on me. Or just keep you to areas that won�t be seen!� Tara admonishes the slayer softly.

�I guess I can go for that.� Faith grins as she unbuttons Tara�s shirt, attaching her mouth to the upper swell of the witch�s breast.

�FAITH!� Tara cries out, laughing at the slayer. �I didn�t mean right now!� Tara can�t help but laugh as Faith growls as she eases back from her enjoyable pastime.

�Well, make up your mind!� Faith smiles before she quickly buttons Tara�s shirt. �What are you going to do while I�m gone, babe?� Faith shifts and stands, sighing as she hears the buzzer.

�Maybe read, or watch some television. You be careful, sweetie.� Tara whispers standing and placing a loving kiss on Faith�s lips. �I love you.�

�Love you, too, babe.� Faith whispers, hugging Tara tightly before double-checking her pockets for keys and her cell phone. Pressing the button, Faith winks at Tara. �Be down in a sec, unless you wanna come up?�

�No, I�ll wait down here.� Buffy answers as she leans against the building looking out at the sun slowly sinking in the west.

Tara smiles as Faith kisses her again before opening the door. Watching as Faith steps through, Tara sighs quietly as Faith gently shuts the door. �Please be careful, sweetie.� Tara murmurs to the empty room before walking back to the couch, stretching out on the piece of furniture as she looks up at the ceiling, considering the woman that�s become her life.
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