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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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�I�m picking up some more eggs, you want anything else besides what Tara said she was fixin�?� Faith questions as she looks down at a grumpy looking Buffy.

�Sleep.� Buffy growls, grabbing her pillow and hitting Faith in the head with it. �You two and your carrying on for hours last night then again this morning is enough to make a saint scream.�

Faith chuckles at the angry slayer. �You�d be less grumpy if you find somebody that�d spend a couple hours makin� ya� happy. Actually, it�s probably been building up for so long, you�d need a couple weeks full of good fucks to make you happy!�

�Faith! Go to the damn store!� Buffy whimpers pulling the pillow down over her face. �Please.� Buffy mumbles into the pillow.

�Maybe I�ll have a talk with Kevin. See if he�d be interested.� Faith sniggers as she hears a low groan coming from Buffy. �That wasn�t a no!� Faith laughs as she quickly shuts the door as the pillow comes flying towards her.

�Bitch.� Buffy flops over onto her stomach pressing her face into the mattress. �Like I wasn�t horny enough last night, you two had to go at it like bunnies!� Buffy grumbles into the mattress, still feeling the desire heavy in her own body.

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Tara haphazardly dries her hair before tossing the dirty towels in the hamper. Quickly brushing her still wet hair, she opens the door smiling at Buffy as she talks to herself while making the bed. �You don�t have to do that, sweetie. I�ll get it later.�

�No, I slept on it I can put it back up.� Buffy growls at the couch as she finally gets it to slide back in. Tossing the cushions back on the couch, Buffy flops down on the corner, whimpering quietly. �I forgot to have you do the spell last night, wild child.� Buffy growls throwing her arm over her eyes.

�Sorry, I should have probably went ahead and done it.� Tara murmurs quietly as she starts gathering the ingredients for the biscuits.

�Not your fault. Well, not completely.� Buffy chuckles as she stands. �I�m going to go take a cold shower. I�ll be back out in a little while.�

�I gathered another set of Faith�s sweatpants and a t-shirt for you to wear. You should see them.� Tara turns the blush obvious on her face. �And I am sorry, Buffy. If she hadn�t grabbed me up to carry in there, I w-wouldn�t have gotten side-tracked and would have done the spell for the room.�

�Its okay, Tara, honestly.� Buffy smiles softly at the blonde, noticing the stutter in witch�s words. Realizing she hasn�t heard Tara stutter for a while now. �And I wouldn�t want to be the one to come between you two, so don�t worry about that.� Buffy winks, and laughs quietly as she shuts the door to the bathroom behind her.

�Oh, Goddess!� Tara whimpers, running a shaky hand through her hair.

�I think you said that with a little more fervor last night.� Buffy pokes her head out of the bathroom, wiggling her eyebrows before ducking back in.

�Keep it up, and you�ll be sorry!� Tara grumbles, blushing lightly.

Buffy hesitates for a minute, but not being able to help it, she pokes her head out again. �Yes, Mistress.� Buffy grins wickedly as Tara blushes darkly. Eyes opening wide as Tara grabs a knife threatening her with it, Buffy whimpers quietly. �I�ll be good, Mistress.�

�Take a shower!� Tara growls as she tosses the knife back on the counter pressing her cool hands on her hot face. �You won�t be welcome anymore you keep that up!�

�Yes, Mis� Tara.� Buffy chuckles as she shuts the door, deciding she�s picked on the witch enough.

�Like Faith isn�t bad enough on her own, now Buffy�s going to start picking on me!� Tara groans quietly, shaking her head. �Breakfast. Fix food for the two evil slayers.� Tara laughs quietly at first, the laughter becoming louder. �That was kind of funny, though.� Continuing to chuckle, Tara works on fixing breakfast.

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Faith smirks as she lets herself back in the apartment glancing at a pouting Buffy on the couch to Tara cooking in the kitchen. Walking into the kitchen, Faith puts away the eggs and gallon of orange juice before closing the short distance to gently wrap her arms around Tara�s waist. Kissing the back of Tara�s neck, Faith whispers softly. �Why�s B pouting?�

Tara chuckles quietly as she flips the pancakes. �Well, first off, she did hear pretty much everything that went on last night and this morning. She was picking on me horribly, calling me Mistress and other assorted things, so I kind of put her in her place.�

�I can�t fucking move!� Buffy growls from the couch.

�Want me to put the silence spell on you again?� Tara questions with a raised eyebrow, smiling as Faith starts to shake with laughter.

�No.� Buffy pouts again, watching the television. �Be careful with her, Faith. Don�t piss her off. She�ll be able to kick our asses without lifting a finger.�

�Silence!� Tara chuckles as she looks towards Buffy, seeing her mouth still moving but not being able to hear her.

Faith finally busts out laughing looking over at Buffy. �B, it�s a good idea not to piss off my bad ass Wicca girlfriend. She can be a wicked witch when the need arises.�

Tara pours the last of the pancake batter in the skillet, before placing the sausage links on the plate. �Sweetie, can you set the table and get out drinks?�

�Anything in particular you want, babe?� Faith questions as she releases Tara reaching for the plates.

�You just brought orange juice back with you, didn�t you?� Tara grins over her shoulder at her lover.

�One orange juice comin� up.� Faith smirks placing a kiss on Tara�s lips, before whispering super quietly. �You gonna release her?�

�I guess I should.� Tara grins wickedly. �She just better behave. Release, end silence.� Tara calls out quietly. �How do you two want your eggs?�

�Scrambled�s fine with me.� Faith answers as she comes back grabbing glasses and silverware.

�That�s fine.� Buffy grumps as she stands walking towards the kitchen, opening the refrigerator and pulling out the orange juice to set it on the table.

�I feel you thinking evil thoughts at me, Buffy!� Tara laughs quietly as she hands the basket with the biscuits in it to the blonde slayer.

�But I�m not saying them.� Buffy grumbles half under her breath.

�Uh, huh.� Tara laughs softly. �Cheese in the eggs?� Tara questions as she quickly whisks two dozen eggs in a bowl.

�Please.� Faith grins as she reaches around Tara to pull the sausage links and place them on the table also. �Love you, babe.� Faith whispers coming back and kissing Tara lovingly.

�I love you, too, Faith.� Tara smiles, her eyes soft before she turns back to the skillet pouring the eggs in before stepping over to the refrigerator pulling out the cheese.

Faith watches Tara curiously as the witch places quite a few slices of cheese in the eggs before she starts stirring them constantly, the cheese melting gradually while the eggs cook.

�This�ll keep the eggs from being dried out and will actually be kind of on the cheesy side.� Tara explains, after she sees the look on her lovers face. �Mom used to fix them this way for me and her. We�d sometimes toast some bread, butter it and put a big spoonful on the bread, making a half sandwich with it.� Tara reaches for the pepper mill, grinding some pepper in the eggs before reaching for the salt and sprinkling a little bit of salt over them before going back to stirring them.

�You gonna teach me to cook?� Faith watches as Tara grabs a spatula out of the drawer and gently scrapes all the eggs onto the two slayer�s plates.

�If you want me to.� Tara smiles as she takes the skillet back to the sink, setting it in the water she�d run from where she was doing the dishes as she was dirtying them. �Eat, ladies.� Tara smiles as she walks back to the kitchen table, sitting down beside Faith.

�Thank you, Tara.� Buffy snags some of the sausages dropping them on her plate before reaching for a couple biscuits.

�You�re welcome.� Tara smiles as she grabs a couple pancakes for herself and a couple sausage links. Pouring a light amount of syrup on her pancakes, she watches as Faith separates her food and grabs five of the pancakes putting them on her plate, drenching them with the syrup with one hand while grabbing sausage links with her fork with the other. �Maybe next time I�ll make sausage gravy to go with breakfast.�

Faith unconsciously licks her lips. �Sausage gravy and biscuits. I could eat a dozen biscuits and a big bowl of gravy.�

�Like that, do you, sweetie?� Tara smiles at her lover as she nods her head quickly. �Maybe I�ll make a big pot of it tonight when we get back home, along with two or three dozen biscuits and you�ll have it to eat on for a couple days this week for breakfast.�

�Better double it up. I�ll come and eat, too.� Buffy grins as she quickly works her way through breakfast. �This is great.�

�Is she tryin� to suck up, now?� Faith questions pointing her fork at Buffy.

�Mom doesn�t usually get the chance to cook in the mornings during the week.� Buffy grumbles quietly. �I�m usually left with nuking something, cereal or bagels.�

Tara laughs winking at Faith. �You�re more than welcome to come over anytime, sweetie. But if you call me Mistress again, you�re going to get your ass beat, understood?�

�Yes, Mi� Tara.� Buffy blinks her eyelashes at Tara while smiling innocently.

�I think she might like it more than I will.� Faith smirks as she reaches for a couple more biscuits and the jam.

�I think she just likes teasing me by calling me that. Not that it does anything for her, love.� Tara murmurs, her eyes narrowed on Buffy. �Evil slayer was listening in to us last night and this morning.�

�Figured as much.� Faith mumbles around her jam covered biscuit. Quickly chewing the bite in her mouth and swallowing, Faith shrugs. �It�s kinda hard not to listen in, with it.�

�Is it that sensitive?� Tara questions looking from her lover, to Buffy and back again.

�Yeah. I could be in the living room with the stereo playing pretty loud and probably still hear you whispering in the bedroom with the door closed.� Faith admits glancing towards Buffy, watching as she nods her head in agreement. �I mean, I ain�t never tested it, or nothin�. But it�s pretty sensitive most of the time.�

�Hmmm.� Tara smiles as thoughts race through her head. �Thanks for the information.� Tara stands, placing a gentle kiss on Faith�s head before walking to the sink, placing her dirty dishes in the water before wiping her hands and walking to the bedroom, gently shutting the door.

Buffy and Faith look at each other confused for a moment.

Tara grins as she goes to the furthest spot away from the two slayers sitting in the kitchen before whispering to where she can barely even hear it. �Slayer, come here.�

Buffy laughs as Faith�s eyes light up as she jumps from her seat running into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. �Don�t you two dare!! Unless you place the silence spell on the room.� Buffy yells, making sure Tara can hear her.

�Deal, Buffy.� Tara growls quietly as Faith prowls up to her. Tara starts to laugh as she wraps Faith in her arms tightly. �I love you, baby.�

�Love you, too. You were just testin�, weren�t ya�?� Faith sighs as she wraps Tara in her arms, pulling her tight against her body.

�Sorry, baby.� Tara places a kiss on Faith�s cheek. �I was curious. I could barely even hear myself saying the words.�

�That�s �kay.� Faith buries her face in Tara�s neck, stroking her hands up and down the blonde�s back. �I�m sure you�ll make up for it in the future sometime.�

�That�s a promise, love. That is a definite promise.� Tara gently kneads the slayer�s back with her fingers. �Why don�t you go take a shower. I believe you were wanting to go do some shopping today?�

Faiths� eyes light up as she pulls back, grinning as she looks at Tara. �You serious?�

�Yes, love. I�m serious. Will it be open today?� Tara frowns as she thinks about it.

�Yeah. This is kind of one of those 24 hour deals. I think they cater to the demon population, also. So there might be some really weird, different stuff in there.� Faith warns softly, looking seriously into the blue eyes of her lover. �If it weirds you out, we�ll leave.�

�Thank you, love.� Tara grins crookedly at the slayer, her eyes twinkling.

�God, that smile would tempt a saint.� Faith growls as she captures Tara�s lips in a hungry kiss, trying to devour the witch. Pulling away panting, Faith runs her hands around to cup Tara�s breasts briefly, brushing her thumbs over the quickly hardening nipples. �Do you know how wet I am, just from that smile?� Faith questions hoarsely.

�I�d like to find out, but someone would call me a tease.� Tara runs her hand up, cupping Faith�s neck gently.

�Yeah, I probably would.� Faith admits as she unbuttons her own pants, taking the hand from her neck, dragging it down her body. �Feel, babe.� Faith orders softly.

Tara watches the dark, passion filled eyes of her lover as she eases her hand between the slayer�s jeans and her sex. Sliding her middle finger down, Tara closes her eyes and groans at the heat and abundant fluid coming from the slayer.

�You do that, so easily. I�ve never, ever been turned on like this with so little. And you can do it with a look, a smile, a word.� Faith explains quietly. �That�s what you do to me, without even tryin�.�

Tara opens her eyes, looking into the loving brown orbs as Faith talks. Easing her hand more firmly down Faith�s pants, Tara slides three fingers deep within her, stroking in and out as much as the jeans will allow while grinding the heel of her palm against the slayer�s clit. �What would it take for you to cum, Faith?� Tara questions quietly, curling her finger within the slayer, stroking over the sweet spot.

�God!� Faith groans her hips bucking into Tara�s pleasure giving hand. �Probably not much.�

�Would you like me to say I want to fuck you long and hard tonight?� Tara whispers in Faith�s ear, smiling as Faith moans loudly, her body jerking harder. �Do you like that idea? Would you like Mistress to keep you from coming for hours while she beats your ass with a paddle?�

�FUCK!� Faith growls, burying her hands in Tara�s hair as she jerks harder against the witch, teetering on the edge.

�Come for me, Slayer.� Tara breathes into Faith�s ear, wondering if this will be enough to push the slayer over the edge as she buries her fingers within the woman, grinding hard against the slayer�s clit.

Groaning loudly, Faith pushes her body hard into Tara�s hand, flooding the witch�s fingers and hand with her climax. Whimpering loudly, Faith buries her face against Tara�s neck, her body shaking uncontrollably as the release works its way through her.

�Goddess.� Tara groans as she holds Faith to her as the woman shakes with her release. Keeping her hand still as Faith�s body clenches and unclenches around her fingers Tara places gentle kisses on Faith�s head and cheek. �Why does this have this reaction with you?� Tara questions softly as Faith�s body finally calms down, so she can gently ease her fingers from Faith.

�Can we lie down?� Faith questions, her legs still shaky.

�Of course, baby.� Tara places a gentle kiss on Faith�s lips as they close the distance to the bed, Faith wrapping herself around Tara, stroking softly over the blondes stomach and chest. Tara realizes Faith isn�t even doing it in a sexual way, but more in a way that she�s thinking and not even realizing what she�s doing.

�Honestly, I think it goes to me being a slayer.� Faith starts quietly as she thinks about something she�d never really even considered until she met Tara. �Maybe not, maybe it�s you. I feel safe with you. Something I�ve never felt before, I trust you completely. Us joking around about it kinda got me thinking that it�s something I would like, and would definitely enjoy. Giving up the control, just letting you take care of me.� Faith whispers quietly. �I ain�t ever been able to give up the control, especially now, being a slayer I need to always be aware of everything and everyone around me. It means the difference between life and death.�

�And you need to not have to think, or worry about what�s going on. You want the freedom to just feel and be.� Tara offers quietly as she thinks. �The slaying makes you horny and in a way, the pain of it turns you on, right?�

�Yeah.� Faith admits quietly. �You don�t think I�m sick?� Faith hesitantly questions, her head slowly rising to look at Tara.

Tara watches as Faith turns to look at her, the fear obvious in her eyes. �No, baby. Not at all. I just don�t want to do anything that will ever actually hurt you. I understand with your being the slayer, you have a higher tolerance for pain than most people. Just let me know what you want or need, love. I�ll do my best to give it to you.� Tara smiles softly as she lifts up to kiss Faith softly.

Faith hums into the kiss, shifting to gently ease her body on top of Tara�s, slowly deepening the kiss. Slowly moving her lips across Tara�s jaw, Faith finally reaches Tara�s ear, licking gently up the flesh, before sucking softly as Tara moans loudly, her body arching up into Faith�s strongly. �Is there anything you like, want or need?� Faith breathes hotly in Tara�s ear.

�You.� Tara whimpers quietly as Faith chuckles lowly in her ear. �We really shouldn�t continue this with Buffy still here. We may never live it down.�

Faith groans, burying her face beside Tara in the pillow. �And we gotta go to dinner at Buffy�s house tonight, and you start work tomorrow.�

�And we�re all three going out on patrol each night.� Tara states softly.

Faith lifts her head to look at Tara with a questioning lift of her eyebrow.

�I don�t want you to get hurt, love. And I don�t think it�s asking too much for you and Buffy to definitely go on patrols together, no splitting up! If either one of you had been out by yourself last night�� Tara trails off as she shivers at the thought.

�I understand, babe.� Faith sighs quietly. �We�ll try and do early patrols, so you can be home at a decent hour. This is gonna seriously curtail our lovings, ain�t it?� Faith quirks her lip at Tara.

�We�ll figure something out.� Tara smiles and kisses Faith lovingly. �There�ll probably be a good three or so hours between my getting home and us going out on patrol.� Tara wiggles her eyebrows at Faith.

�Consider that time booked.� Faith laughs before she leans down and places a soft kiss on Tara�s neck. �I want to make love to you, babe. Slowly and gently for hours. Can I book next Saturday?� Faith makes eye contact with Tara.

Tara sees the serious look in Faith�s eyes. �You want all next Saturday?� Tara tilts her head at her lover.

�Well, maybe not ALL Saturday.� Faith grins at the blonde. �I might let you take advantage of me.�

�You better.� Tara laughs quietly, hugging Faith tightly. �Love you, so much.� Tara whispers.

�I love you, too.� Faith presses her lips gently to Tara�s before gently easing off the Wicca. �I�m gonna take a shower, since you aren�t going to let me take advantage of you.�

�Sorry, love.� Tara grins crookedly as she swings her legs off the bed. �I promise you�ll get your chance very soon.�

�I�m holding you to that.� Faith smirks as she gathers her clothes.

Tara smacks Faith on the ass as she walks out of the bedroom. �My promises are worth their weight in gold, love.�

�That is pretty much a given, babe.� Faith smiles as she watches Tara stride out of the bedroom. �No doubt.�
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