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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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Willow looks up in shocked surprise as Tara and Faith both come out on the dance floor together. Watching as Faith leans in whispering something to Tara, making the witch blush, Willow�s brows furrow. When she watches as Tara lightly smacks the slayer on the arm, Willow opens her eyes in surprise, deciding to keep an eye on the two women.

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�So, a roll in the hay, if you can dance?� Faith whispers, dancing by the witch, grinning unrepentantly at the blonde. Laughing as Tara blushes then smacks her lightly. �Come on, let�s see what�cha got.� Faith starts letting the music seep into her body, just letting herself move with the beat.

Tara blinks her eyes a couple times watching the uninhibited way the dark-haired woman moves, almost as if she�s making love with the music. Biting her lip, Tara closes her eyes, shifting her body slowly as she lets the music start working it�s way into her, taking her away to where it�s just her and the music. Unaware that, if it was possible, her moves almost rivaled Faith�s in the absolute sensuousness of her movements.

Faith groans under her breath as she watches Tara literally become one with the music. The witch was obviously picking up on the sensuous backbeat, letting her hips and body sway and move to the rhythm. Unable to resist, Faith dances around behind Tara, letting her body move in close, not touching but picking out the beat the witch is obviously listening to, letting her own movements add to Tara�s.

Tara can feel Faith behind her, matching her movements, the heat from the woman almost unbelievable. The two women continue to dance this way, until the band finally takes a break. As Tara slowly turns around, feeling the perspiration gathering on her upper lip and along her hairline, she looks into Faith�s dark brown eyes, a flair of desire burning in them. Swallowing at the heat of the woman�s gaze, Tara takes a step back, smiling self-consciously.

�You can dance.� Faith hoarsely states, watching as Tara starts to climb back into her shell. Unconsciously, Faith reaches out for the woman, not wanting her to do that. �Come on, you can probably use your soda. Plus I owe you a couple.� Faith gently places a hand on her forearm, grinning crookedly.

�Okay.� Tara smiles briefly, following Faith to the table.

�I thought you said you couldn�t dance!� Willow exclaims at the witch. Her eyes narrowing on Faith�s for a moment, wondering what the other woman might be up to, before turning back to a lightly blushing Tara. �You dance beautifully. I�m jealous.� Willow pouts.

�Who�s your friend?� Xander questions, eyeing the pretty blonde, then yelping as he gets a hard elbow in the ribs. �Ahn, I was just wondering who she was!�

�Right!� Anya grumbles, her eyes on the blonde.

�Anya, Xander, this is Tara. Tara this is Anya and Xander.� Willow grins nervously, realizing she forgot to mention Anya�s obvious bluntness to the witch.

�Nice to meet you.� Xander grins at Tara.

�Xander�s mine. You can�t have him.� Anya narrows her gaze on the blonde witch.

�Mmmm.� Tara looks around worriedly.

�Easy, demon girl. Not everyone wants your man.� Faith grumbles, feeling an uncontrollable urge to yell at the woman for making Tara feel nervous, as she was just starting to loosen up.

Tara turns surprised eyes on Faith as she says the word demon. Nibbling on her lip, she looks down at the table, wondering about this group of friends.

�Want another soda?� Faith questions softly, her eyes on the white teeth chewing on her bottom lip.

Tara glances up, making brief eye contact. Glancing at her now empty glass, Tara nods her head. �Please.�

�Be right back.� Faith narrows her eyes on Anya, giving her a warning glare, before heading towards the bar.

�What�s her problem?� Anya looks from Faith back to the other people sitting at the table.

�Maybe she�s tired of you always thinking every woman that sees Xander automatically wants him.� Willow exasperatedly states. �Didn�t mean that in a bad way, Xander.�

�That�s okay. Not much of my manly pride left, anyway.� Xander mutters half under his breath.

Tara glances up, a small smile crossing her face at Xander�s comment. As Faith sets another soda down in front of her, Tara looks up in thanks.

Faith allows a grin to cross her face as she stands back a small distance from the crowded table, watching as Oz makes his way to the group, standing behind Willow and placing his hands on her shoulders, unconsciously kneading the witch. Her gaze travels slowly from Willow and Oz to where she�s looking at Xander and Anya, who are arguing quietly. But you can see the two care for each other. Sighing Faith looks towards Buffy and Riley, trying not to smirk. No matter what Buffy might say, Faith knows she�s just in lust with Riley. No way that, was this big mystery thing, that Buffy calls love. Looking back at an obviously uncomfortable witch, Faith considers the woman for a moment.

�Know how to shoot pool?� Faith finally questions, deciding Tara might feel a little better if she�s away from the bunch of love birds.

�Not very well.� Tara shifts in her seat so she can look at Faith.

�Yeah, kinda like the dancin�, right?� Faith smirks. �Come on, let�s give you a chance to win back that bet.� Faith�s eyes twinkle with merriment as she watches the obvious relief of getting away from the group is making her feel. Leading the way to the pool table, Faith raises an eyebrow at the two guys playing. �You guys about done?� She questions softly.

The one guy remembers her from where she�d beat the hell out of this guy before he disappeared, nodding his head quickly he looks at his friend. �It�s getting kind of late anyways. We have to work tomorrow.� He slides his pool cue onto the table, the two men leaving quickly.

�Thanks.� Faith calls after them, chuckling quietly.

Tara leans against the pillar by the pool table watching as Faith slides her money into the machine before gathering all the balls and putting them in the rack.

�Wanna break?� Faith looks at the witch who seems to be debating on saying something.

�I really d-don�t know how to play pool. I�ve only played it once b-before.� Tara chews the inside of her lip.

�Then I�ll just have to show ya�.� Faith grins. �I�ll break.�

Tara accepts the pool cue Faith hands her, and watches as the woman leans over the table, pulling the cue pool back in one smooth fluid movement before slamming the tip of it into the cue ball. As the cue ball impacts on the other balls, making them scatter about the table, Tara�s eyes stay glued on the brunette. Tara realizes as she watches the woman that there�s a lot more to her, than her rough exterior and blunt approach hints at.

Faith looks up, making contact with intense blue eyes.   Not even realizing it, she stays that way for a couple minutes, just allowing herself to be immersed in the other woman�s gaze, her heart pounding a little harder in her chest. Swallowing, Faith finally stands up, breaking the gaze to look at the table. Seeing she sunk two solids and one stripe, she scopes out the table seeing which were set up better. Realizing the run on stripes should work to her advantage, she quickly calls her shot, before sinking the ball in the side pocket.

Tara tilts her head as Faith finally misses and waves her over to the table.

�It�s your turn.� Faith smirks at the look on the witch�s face. �You got the solids. Don�t sink the eight ball �til last. And don�t hit one of my balls first, or it�s a foul and you lose your turn.�

Tara nods her understanding and fumbles with holding the cue stick, when she hears a soft chuckle and feels a warm body leaning against her, she closes her eyes at the heat literally blasting from the other woman.

�Here, hold it like this.� Faith whispers in her ear as she leans over her back, wrapping her right hand around Tara�s on the thick part of the cue stick. �You don�t have to strangle it, just hold on easy. Now, I hold the end of the cue stick like this, where it slides between my thumb and crooked index finger, you just want to use this as a guide, and let it slide smoothly back and forth, got it?�

Tara swallows hard as she feels the woman�s breasts pressing into her back, and the smoky voice whispering in her ear, the hot breath sending shivers down her spine. �I think so.� Tara finally murmurs in a slightly higher pitched voice, almost whimpering as the other woman pulls away.

�Good, you gotta line up your shot, and stroke nice and smooth.� Faith smirks at the slightly flushed woman, trying to ignore her own surprising response to being close to the blonde.

�Line up the white ball with one of my solid ones and aim for a pocket?� Tara questions as she closes one eye, trying to aim her shot.

�That�s pretty much it.� Faith moves around the table and leans against the pillar, her eyes invariably drawn to where the witch�s shirt has gaped open somewhat, showing an intoxicating view of a set of very lush breasts encased in a pale blue bra.

�I made it!� Tara stands up, grinning at the dark haired woman.

�Good. Now, do it again.� Faith can�t help but smile at the woman�s obvious excitement. �You beat me here, we�ve really gotta discuss the bet.� Faith jokes, then laughs as Tara misses the next shot as she looks up at her. �You ain�t gonna win like that.�

Tara scowls good-naturedly at the brunette. �It�s not fair trying to distract me while I�m just learning the game.�

�Gotta do, what I gotta do.� Faith chuckles as she brushes softly against the witch as she walks around, looking at her options.

�Hey! I wondered where you got off to.� Willow comes to the end of the table, glancing from one woman to the other.

�Faith�s t-teaching me to shoot pool.� Tara admits, grinning shyly.

�How are you doing?� Willow glances at the table and Faith, watching as the dark slayer�s lip quirks up in a half smile.

�Losing.� Tara states simply, grinning crookedly at Willow, before glancing at Faith, the grin turning into a half smirk. �Of course, if someone w-would stop distracting me��

�Told ya�. I�m here to win�� Faith stops and leans on her cue stick for a moment, considering the witch. �Actually, I probably should lose, I think I�d like that better.� Faith chuckles loudly as Tara blushes deeply and looks down at the floor.

�Stop it!� Tara mumbles in embarrassment. �You�re just trying to embarrass m-me now!�

�Maybe, maybe not.� Faith wiggles her eyebrows before finally leaning over to sink her next ball.

�What bet?� Willow questions, confused.

�Nothin� you need to worry about, Red.� Faith leers at the redhead, making her blush.

�Don�t alienate my friend, Faith. She�s promised to help me out with my magic.� Willow warns seriously.

�Am I alienatin� you?� Faith looks at Tara with a raised eyebrow.

Tara blinks in surprise at the serious question coming from the dark-haired woman. �N-no. You�re not.�   Tara shakes her head, smiling softly.

�There. Nothin� to worry �bout, Red.� Faith glances back down at the table, wondering why she felt a sense of relief when the witch answered.

�I g-guess I should go back to the table.� Tara states softly, looking from the witch to the brunette and back again.

�No! No, it�s okay. If you�re having fun, it�s all good.� Willow waves her hand smiling. �Go ahead and play pool.� Willow grins.

�Okay.� Tara allows a big smile to cross her face. Watching as Willow bounces back to the table.

Faith watches as Tara�s blue eyes twinkle and the beautiful smile crosses the witch�s face as she realizes she can continue playing pool. Faith wonders for a moment if it�s the pool playing, or herself that the witch is more interested in. Sighing quietly, trying to figure out why the hell she seems to care, Faith quickly sinks her next two balls, before missing her next to the last ball.

�Damn.� Faith mumbles. �I got almost all my balls out of your way. If you�re real careful, you could have a run.�

�A run?� Tara questions confused at the phrasing.

�Where you can sink all your balls in.� Faith�s lip curls up in a small smile. �Come here, let me show ya�.� Faith waits patiently for Tara to walk over to her, before softly explaining how if she hit this ball first, gently, knocking it into the side pocket, she�d be lined up for the next ball down in the corner. Slowly she works her way around the table showing the witch what would be the best way to make the �run� on the table.

�I�ll be lucky to m-make the first shot let alone the rest, Faith.� Tara states exasperatedly.

�Want help?� Faith offers softly.

�Well, I don�t know what you m-mean by English, backspin, topspin or any of those other words you were t-talking about.� Tara admits staring at the table. �I see hit white ball into one of my balls and pray it goes in the hole I want it to go in. That�s about as far as I�ve gotten.�

Faith can�t help but laugh quietly at the witch. �Here, I�ll show ya�.� Faith takes up the position of leaning over the witch again, showing her how and where to hit the cue ball as they line up the shot. �Now, a very soft, easy stroke is what you want. It�s hard to sink the balls in the side pockets.�

Tara swallows hard as she swears that someone must have kicked the heat up twenty degrees. As Faith�s hand guides her through the soft stroke, and the ball slowly rolls towards the pocket before dropping in, Tara turns her head to look into dark brown eyes that are less than a couple inches away from her. �You�re good at this, aren�t you?� Tara questions, her voice deeper than normal.

Faith�s eyes traverse down to the lips speaking the words, staring for a moment after they stop moving before glancing back up into dark blue eyes. �We talkin� about pool?�

Tara hesitates for a moment, before breaking the eye contact. �I-I�m not real sure.� She admits honestly.

Faith hears the slightly scared note in the witch�s voice, for some reason she doesn�t like that sound coming from the blonde. Backing off slightly, she smiles softly. �Maybe we should call an end to the pool playin� for tonight.� Faith places her pool cue in the holder, holding her hand out to Tara, placing hers in the rack.

�I-I�m sorry.� Tara whispers, before quickly heading back to the table.

Faith watches the witch practically run away. Sighing quietly, Faith glances around the bar. Deciding to head out on the dance floor and try to forget about the blonde, Faith strides quickly through the group of people before quickly immersing herself in the music.

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Tara smiles quickly as she sits down at the table.

�Who won?� Willow questions, wondering at the blonde�s demeanor, as she sits there not saying anything for a few long minutes.

�Faith did.� Tara admits, quirking her lip. �I think I should g-go back to the d-dorm. I have an early c-class tomorrow.� Tara explains softly as she stands.

�You need someone to walk you home.� Willow looks at Buffy and Riley who are hiding in the corner making out. Sighing quietly she knows better than to ask Xander and Anya. Xander would be okay with it, but Anya gets a little strange about things like this sometimes. Not ready to go back to the dorm room herself, Willow�s eyes land on Faith.   �Let me see if Faith would mind.�

�No, no. That�s okay. I�ll b-be fine.� Tara shakes her head before grinning. �See you later this week. We still on for Thursday evening?�

�Definitely, I�ll come to your dorm room at 7:00.� Willow smiles watching as Tara starts to walk away. �Tara, I�m serious! Someone should walk you home.�

Tara just waves as she continues walking quickly towards the exit.

�Damn.� Willow mutters, before quickly making her way through the group of people on the dance floor. �Faith!� She calls loudly, interrupting the slayer as she slithers her body from one male to another male.

�What?� Faith growls looking at the redhead.

�Tara decided to head back to the dorm without anyone to walk with her.� Willow starts explaining, before she realizes Faith�s already striding off the dance floor towards the exit.   �Umm, thanks?� Willow says to the empty spot, before turning back to the table. �What the hell is going on?� Willow sighs as she sits back down, alone at the table.
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