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The Rogue Slayer	By : Kinetickid Category: BtVS AU/AR > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 12311 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Tara sets out a couple different ointments, to find out which works best with the burns as Buffy hesitantly steps out of the bathroom. Smiling gently at the slayer, Tara pats the chair. �I promise, I don�t bite, Buffy.�

Faith chuckles. �Yeah, ya� do.� Faith wiggles her eyebrows at Tara as she leans in and kisses her. �I�m gonna go get cleaned up.�

�I only bite you because you like it.� Tara grins watching as Faith walks towards the bathroom door.

�More�n like it, babe.� Faith admits in a sex roughened voice as she turns and winks at Tara before shutting the door.

�You�re easy.� Tara calls softly as Buffy sits down. Smiling as she listens to Faith laugh through the door.

�You can just hand me the ointment and I�ll do it.� Buffy quickly offers, reaching towards the containers.

�Relax, Buffy.� Tara sighs quietly. �There�s no reason to be embarrassed or ashamed. Now let me look at the wounds.� Tara holds her hand out for Buffy�s arm, looking into the wary hazel eyes. Smiling softly as Buffy finally relents and places her arm in Tara�s hand, Tara turns her gaze towards the wounds. �So, it�s blood did this?�

�Yes. I didn�t realize how much had splattered around and gotten on me.� Buffy watches as Tara inspects the wounds on her arm.

�How bad does it hurt, right now?� Tara questions as she reaches for an ointment, placing Buffy�s hand on her thigh as she unscrews the jar, grabbing a couple other jars and unscrewing the lids.

�It burns. Not real bad, but it�s irritating as hell.� Buffy admits, watching Tara curiously.

�I don�t know which ointment is going to work best with this, so I�m going to try each one on the smaller areas and let you tell me which helps the most, okay?� Tara looks up with concerned eyes at Buffy.

�Okay.� Buffy nods her understanding as she watches Tara dip her finger in one container, gently spreading the ointment over one of the smaller wounds, before dipping another finger in another jar, repeating the motion with the last ointment.

�Are any of them helping, and which one?� Tara questions softly watching the areas for any reaction or change.

�The second one took the sting away almost instantly.� Buffy admits watching as Tara nods her head.

�Good.� Tara looks up, smiling crookedly at Buffy. �We�ll use that to help. If these aren�t better by tomorrow, I�ll heal both you and Faith. Your slayer healing should probably take care of the majority of these by the morning anyway, right?� Tara closes the other two containers up, sliding them out of the way.

�They should. But the help with the stinging now would be great.� Buffy finally starts to relax, smiling at the blonde.

�And help you shall receive.� Tara grins. �Let me get a cloth and wash off the ointment from the other two areas and treat the rest.� Tara pats Buffy�s hand gently as she stands and walks over to the sink, grabbing a clean dishcloth, running warm water over it and squirting a little bit of soap on the cloth before coming back to Buffy. Gently washing the areas, Tara grabs the towel off the table she�d placed there earlier and pats dry the cleaned areas.

�Find something that works?� Faith questions hoarsely as she comes out of the bathroom, rubbing a towel over her wet hair, sitting down on the chair beside Tara.

Buffy blushes and looks up at the ceiling. �You couldn�t have worn a towel out here?�

�Why? I�d just have to take it off for Tare to treat me.� Faith smirks at Buffy. �Just like you�re gonna have to do.�

�Sweetie, don�t make her anymore uncomfortable than she already is.� Tara sighs quietly. �I�ll make you go wait in the bedroom. Actually, would you be more comfortable without my horn dog lover being here?�

�HEY!� Faith frowns, yelling out the word. �I resemble that remark.� Faith finally admits, a grin crossing her face. �I�ll leave ya� be.� Faith stands grabbing a couple waters out of the refrigerator setting them down beside Buffy and Tara, before reaching in to grab another one for herself. �I�ll be in the bedroom, let me know when I can come out.� Faith winks at Tara as she walks towards the bedroom.

Tara�s eyes unconsciously follow Faith, smiling as Faith wiggles her ass before she disappears around the corner, realizing she knew she�d been watching her. �Brat.� Tara murmurs, the smile growing larger as she hears Faith�s laughter.

�She never would have done that before.� Buffy admits quietly.

�What was that, sweetie?� Tara turns her gaze back on Buffy, lifting an eyebrow in question, hearing her comment but not knowing what it was referring to.

�Leave.� Buffy smiles. �She would have stayed here just to irritate me.� Buffy rolls her eyes as she hears a chuckle come from the bedroom. �Yeah, I know you�re listening in, you pain.�

�She likes to push buttons.� Tara grins as she dips her finger back in the ointment, working on coating all the spots on Buffy�s arm, working her way up to her shoulder as she treats the small splatters on the slayer�s face and neck before working her way back down the other arm. �You�re going to have to lose the towel for me to get at the other spots, Buffy.� Tara states calmly.

Buffy sighs quietly as she stands, slowly untucking the towel.

�Do you want me to treat your back first?� Tara raises an eyebrow at Buffy, ignoring the naked slayer in front of her.

�Please.� Buffy blushes turning her back on Tara.

�Oooh. That�s a nasty one. Why didn�t you tell me to treat that one first?� Tara frowns at the large spot on Buffy�s shoulder as she scoops up more cream, coating the area generously, smiling as Buffy lets out a quiet sigh as the relief of the cream hits.

�Don�t know.� Buffy shrugs, tilting her head down. �I think I got a couple spots on my head, also.�

�Want me to get them next, or finish the ones on your back?� Tara offers quietly.

�The ones on my head first, please.� Buffy answers.

�Sit back down, sweetie. You can cover yourself up, while I�m getting these.� Tara offers as she gently works her way over the slayer�s scalp, gently spreading the hair to find all the areas. �It didn�t seem to actually harm your hair, just the skin.�

�I know, I kind of figured that out in the shower.� Buffy grins. �No stubby�s where there should have been hair.�

Tara chuckles as she finishes the slayer�s head. �Did I miss any?� Tara spreads a little ointment on the slayer�s ear where she notices a spot she�d previously missed.

�I think you just found the last one there.� Buffy laughs quietly. �Thank you, Tara.�

�No thanks necessary. I just wish you guys wouldn�t get hurt.� Tara admits quietly as Buffy stands back up. Kneeling behind the slayer, Tara finishes putting ointment on the other areas of the slayer�s body that the blood had eaten through to. Standing back up, Tara smiles. �Turn around, Buffy.�

�Unfortunately it�s part of the job, getting hurt.� Buffy admits, holding her arms slightly away from her body as Tara treats the wounds on the front of her. Realizing that Tara wasn�t even noticing her body, she was just clinically treating her wounds. Tilting her head, Buffy thinks back to the way Tara treated Faith, realizing that that�s the way she�d been with her, also.

�Hell of a job.� Tara shakes her head. �I wish it wasn�t necessary. But I understand that it is. And I thank you.� Tara glances up, smiling as she slowly stands. �Now, do an inventory and see if I missed anywhere?�

Buffy shakes her head. �You didn�t. Thank you.� Buffy smiles at Tara as she reaches for the towel.

�Faith set you some clothes on the counter. You can go put them on in the bathroom, if you want.� Tara smiles as Buffy tucks the towel around her. �Faith you can come back out here now.�

�Good.� Faith answers as she comes out of the bedroom. �I got a bad one on my thigh ya� might want to hit first.� Faith points to the back of her thigh.

Tara inhales at the large spot. �Sorry love, you should have told me and I would have treated it before you went to the bedroom.�

�No biggie.� Faith smiles as Tara quickly spreads the ointment on it. �This another one of your miracle lotions, babe?�

�If you want to call it that.� Tara chuckles as she quickly works over Faith�s body, coating it with the ointment. �Sit down and let me see your scalp, baby.� Tara murmurs looking into Faith�s loving, brown eyes.

�I only feel one spot.� Faith lifts her hand, pointing to the general area, for Tara.

�I see it.� Tara gently parts the hair as she treats the wound. �Did I miss anywhere baby?� Tara places a gentle kiss on top of Faith�s head as she grabs the washcloth and gently wipes her hands clean as Faith shakes her head.

Faith smirks wickedly as she spreads her legs gently as Tara leans over her, hugging her. Grasping the witch�s hands, she places one over her breast. �Well, maybe a spot there�� Faith slowly drags the other hand down her body to cup her sex. ��and maybe here, also.�

Tara chuckles kissing Faith�s shoulder. �Behave, Buffy�s here!�

�Yeah, she�s standing in the doorway to the bathroom, not knowing what to do!� Faith chuckles wickedly.

�Brat!� Tara nips on the shoulder and squeezes the slayer�s nipple and clit hard before pulling her hands away from the groaning slayer.

�Tease.� Faith growls at the witch before standing, tucking away the items in the first aid kit, before walking back to the bedroom. �I�ll get sheets and pillows for the pull out.� Faith winks at Buffy as she walks by her.

�Thanks, baby.� Tara calls after Faith as she washes her hands in the sink. �Do you want something to eat, Buffy?�

Buffy blushes deeply as Tara acts like nothing happened while she opens the refrigerator door. �Are you two always like that?�

�Hmm?� Tara questions with a raised eyebrow turning her gaze back to Buffy, as she thinks over what the blonde said. �Oh, with the teasing and touching?� As Buffy nods her head, Tara grins hugely. �Always. Of course it usually leads to more serious touching and occasionally being attacked in different areas of the apartment.� Tara chuckles as the surprised look on Buffy�s face. �I would have thought you had that kind of relationship with Riley?� Tara slowly questions softly, watching Buffy.

�Not so much with the touching and teasing.� Buffy shakes her head, walking over to sit down at the table.

�So, Faith was serious when she said he�d pretty much just�� Tara trails off as Buffy nods and blushes deeper. �Oh, sweetie. We have so got to find you someone that�ll show you a good time.�

�Making offers again, babe?� Faith questions, winking at Tara as she walks out to the living room, setting the sheets and pillow on the coffee table as she slides it out of the way.

�That�d be too much for her to handle, baby.� Tara winks at Buffy. �Having both of us attacking her at once would probably blow more than her cork.� Tara grins over at Faith, smiling at her lover, noticing the tank top and shorts she�s wearing.

�Oh, God!� Buffy moans burying her face in her hands.

Tara chuckles quietly. �What do you want to eat, baby?� Tara questions Faith as she pulls out the sleeper sofa, starting to make it up for Buffy.

�Whatever ya� got is fine, thanks, babe.� Faith looks up smiling at Tara. �B, one thing you might want to do while you�re here, is listen to the music with the headphones on, unless you don�t mind listening in.�

�What?� Buffy looks up confused.

Tara blushes lightly. �Ummm. We�ve kind of been known to get a little loud, Buffy. And that was Faith�s not so subtle way of telling you, you�re going to hear us tonight, unless you take preventative measures.�

Buffy blushes again as she sighs heavily. �I think it would probably be better for me to go home!�

�Nah, you can stay the night, B. Listen in, ya� might learn somethin�.� Faith wiggles her eyebrows as she finishes putting the pillows in the pillow cases and tossing them on the bed. �Want a blanket?�

Tara bites her lip to keep from laughing as she glances back at a shell-shocked Buffy. Turning her gaze back to the refrigerator, Tara digs out lunch meats and cheese along with condiments to make the slayers some sandwiches.

�I guess.� Buffy finally just gives up and rests her head on her arms on the table, whimpering quietly.

Tara sets down the items on the table, gently rubbing Buffy�s back. �If it�ll bother you, I can put up a silence spell around the room.�

Buffy laughs quietly. �Would I learn from listening in?� Buffy slowly raises her head to look at Tara.

Tara laughs with the slayer. �Unfortunately, no. What you�ll hear is a lot of grunting, groaning, bed squeaking and a lot of �fuck yeah�, �right there�s� and screamed names along with other comments along those lines.�

�Don�t forget �harder�, �more�, �pound me, babe� and �I�m fuckin� seeing� stars�!� Faith adds as she walks back in carrying a blanket.

�Those would have fit under the �other comments� category.� Tara laughs quietly as she starts making sandwiches. �How many sandwiches do you two want?�

�I�ll take three.� Faith unfolds the blanket, snapping it out to land on the bed before tucking the bottom in.

�I�ll have a couple.� Buffy watches as Tara quickly makes the sandwiches, placing them on plates before turning to grab chips out of the pantry.

�Come and eat, baby.� Tara smiles as Faith finishes smoothing out the blanket before heading her way.

Buffy watches the two women curiously as Faith stops and presses a soft kiss on Tara�s lips while running her hand through the blonde hair.

�Thank you, babe.� Faith whispers pulling her in to hug her gently.

�You�re welcome, love. Go eat.� Tara smacks Faith gently on the butt, smiling as Faith pulls away grinning.

�We need to discuss all these little smacks you got goin� on.� Faith wiggles her eyebrows.

�You want it harder, right?� Tara leans against the counter, crossing her arms and legs as her eyes twinkle merrily at the slayer.

�Oh, yeah. But it might hurt your hand. Gotta get ya� something� to use!� Faith tilts her head looking her up and down her body. �And maybe an outfit to go with it!�

�Go eat!� Tara laughs, shaking her head at Faith.

Faith laughs as she opens the refrigerator pulling out a couple sodas as she notices Buffy almost has her water finished. Setting them down on the table, Faith turns the chair around, straddling it while picking up a sandwich, taking a huge bite while reaching for the potato chips.

Tara walks over to the refrigerator, opening the freezer section to pull out some link sausages. �What sounds better for breakfast tomorrow? Eggs, sausage and biscuits, or pancakes and sausage?�

�All the above.� Faith smirks winking at Buffy.

�Should have known.� Tara mumbles, pulling out a couple packages of sausage links, putting them down in the drawer to thaw out overnight. �I know you can eat a dozen eggs easily yourself, Faith. I�m assuming Buffy�s the same way, so you might need to run down to the store in the morning and pick up a couple more dozen.�

�I can do that.� Faith finishes her sandwiches and chips, wiping her hands and face.

�You don�t have to cook for me.� Buffy sits back finishing her soda after she finishes the last of her sandwich.

�That�s okay. I like to cook. Plus, I cook, Faith cleans up!� Tara winks at her lover.

�That�s only because you don�t want me cooking�.� Faith grins back at her.

�You�re cooking is limited to certain things, but what you cook you do fine with. Those burgers the other night were wonderful, baby.� Tara walks over to stand behind Faith, running her fingers gently through the slayer�s hair.

Faith closes her eyes, smiling as she leans back into Tara. �I can even read the instructions on the frozen stuff to throw in the oven and cook.� Faith chuckles as Tara gently tugs on her hair.

�More than I can do.� Buffy pouts propping her head up on her arms across the table, watching the two women.

�You don�t know how to cook, sweetie?� Tara questions, lifting her eyes from watching Faith, to look at Buffy.

�I can burn water.� Buffy admits, frowning.

�Sounds like you try to cook on to high of a heat, sweetie.� Tara comments softly.

�Isn�t that what you�re supposed to do?� Buffy raises an eyebrow looking at Tara seriously.

�Only if you want to burn stuff.� Tara smiles crookedly at Buffy. �Has your mom ever tried to teach you to cook?�

�A few years ago.� Buffy blushes lightly. �I didn�t really listen to her, and did it my way.�

�Maybe, if you�re willing to listen, you should ask her to teach you this summer. I�m sure she�d love the chance to spend time with you like that.� Tara suggests softly.

�I might. I feel kind of guilty that I can�t even fix the simplest things. I mean I can fix popcorn in the microwave, but that�s about it.� Buffy sighs laying her head down on her arm, starting to feel tired.

�Why don�t you go get settled on the bed, sweetie, while I clean up here in the kitchen. You too, baby.� Tara turns her gaze back to Faith, smiling at her half asleep lover.

�You�re putting me to sleep.� Faith reaches up, clasping the hands that are still stroking softly over her hair.

�You two had a busy night tonight. Go to bed, love.� Tara whispers softly, leaning down to press her lips to Faith�s full lips.

�I�ll do the dishes in the morning, come to bed with me.� Faith smiles looking at Tara.

�Let me finish putting everything up first.� Tara grins lopsidedly at the dark haired slayer, stroking her finger down her nose.

�You two go. I�ll put everything up before crashing.� Buffy orders as she stands gathering the trash to put in the trashcan.

�You don�t have to do that.� Tara watches as Buffy shakes her head and points to the bedroom door. �Thanks, Buffy.� Tara smiles at the blonde, then squeaks as Faith shifts around, grabbing her up in her arms. �Ummm� See you in the morning!� Tara laughs, blushing lightly as she waves at Buffy.

��Night, B!� Faith chuckles as she walks through the bedroom door, slamming it shut behind her.

�I wonder if Tara will think about putting up the silence spell?� Buffy questions the empty room, grinning. Shaking her head, Buffy sighs before quickly putting everything away and wiping down the counter, eyes opening wide as she hears Tara yell Faith�s name while laughing. �I�ll take that as a no.� Buffy whimpers as she quickly strides over to the bed, plopping down and covering her head with a pillow. �Why didn�t I go home?�
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