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Don't Go	By : Kinetickid Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Buffy/Tara Views: 11781 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tara finishes gently cleansing Buffy�s hands, glancing up occasionally at the slayer who seems to be distracted. Gently wrapping gauze around the knuckles, Tara tapes the gauze down and brushes a finger gently down Buffy�s cheek. �All cleaned and bandaged.�
Buffy blinks and slowly comes back from where she was thinking about Willow, Tara and what happened between the two women. Focusing in on Tara, she looks into the caring blue eyes. Gently brushing the back of her fingers over Tara�s cheek, Buffy allows a small smile to cross her face. �Thank you.�
�You�re welcome.� Tara smiles back, happy for the slayer�s reaching out for human touch, but knowing it�s going to take a lot more before Buffy hopefully becomes more herself. �I probably should check on dinner. Do you�� Tara stops and looks towards the stairs before looking back at Buffy. �Do you mind if I g-go on patrol with you tonight?� Tara finally questions hesitantly.
Buffy looks in surprise at the Wiccan, her brows furrowing as she tries to figure out why Tara would want to go, before realizing that she probably doesn�t want to be in the house with Willow basically alone with only Dawn close by. Nodding her head, Buffy sighs quietly. �Yes you can. But you have to be careful.�
�I will.� Tara breathes a little easier, relaxing as Buffy gives her permission. Closing the first aid kit, Tara quickly heads to the kitchen to put the kit away and check on dinner as she thinks about the slayer. Sighing quietly at how one moment it�s almost as if Buffy�s reaching out for something, and the next afraid to reach for it. Pulling the roast out Tara checks to make sure it�s done before turning the oven off. Pulling down plates and silverware, she sets the dining room table slowly as she considers Buffy a little more.
�Let me do this.� Buffy offers, wincing as Tara jumps. �Sorry, I didn�t mean to scare you.�
Tara places a hand over her chest and smiles at the slayer. �That�s okay. It�s not your fault. I was a little lost in thought. Thank you.� Tara nibbles on her lip as she watches Buffy finish setting the dining room table, surprised when she places a plate at the other end of the table away from the other three settings, before realizing she�s probably planning on keeping Willow as far away from her as possible. Heading back into the kitchen, Tara grabs down glasses, setting them on the island before pulling out the salad she�d fixed earlier along with a couple salad dressings and butter. Turning around, she grabs the loaf of French bread she�d bought, slicing it quickly and placing it in a basket.
�What do you want to drink?� Buffy questions softly as she fills her glass with milk.
�Water will be fine, thank you.� Tara places the roast on the platter and works on slicing it before pulling out the potatoes and carrots from the pan.
Buffy takes the two glasses to the dining room, before calling up the stairs. �Dinner�s ready!� Heading back to the kitchen, she takes the platter from Tara and heads into the dining room.
Tara shakes her head at Buffy before grabbing the large bowl of salad and the bread, carrying it into the dining room.
�Fix your drink.� Buffy orders Dawn as she grabs the dressings and butter before walking back to the dining room. Quirking an eyebrow as Willow slowly comes in. �Your glass is in the kitchen. Get what you want to drink.�
Willow slowly nods her head and glances quickly towards Tara before heading into the kitchen. Willow fills her glass with soda, as she wonders how hard it�s going to be to be living with Tara, but not being with the Wiccan. Taking a deep breath, she decides to wait and see what�s going to happen. Buffy�s threatening her scaring her more than she believed possible, the slayer never having done that before. Silently hoping that Tara will come back to her, but knowing she�s going to have to straighten her act up for real this time.
Buffy settles down at the head of the table, reaching over and pulling Tara�s chair a little closer to her before the Wiccan sits down.
Tara quirks an eyebrow at the slayer in surprise before she settles in the chair when Buffy just looks at her. �Thank you.� Tara whispers as Buffy hands her the platter. Quickly placing a small piece of meat, a couple potatoes and carrots on her plate she slides the platter down to Willow. Turning back, smiling at the sight of Buffy having already filled both of their bowls with salad.
Dawn watches as everyone quietly eats, not saying anything. The silence unusual since usually at least Tara and Willow would talk and joke as they discussed different College classes or talking about the last big bad. Sighing quietly, Dawn pours some salad dressing on her salad as she settles in to eat dinner.
�Do you have any homework, Dawnie?� Tara questions softly, looking at the teen.
�I finished it earlier.� Dawn smiles briefly at Tara before her eyes slide to Buffy who�s eating quietly, but her eyes shift between the three other people at the table, stopping more often than not on Tara and Willow with varying emotions crossing her face.
�Good. If you don�t mind could you do the dishes? I�m going out on patrol with Buffy tonight.� Tara explains as she looks again at Buffy for a few minutes, being caught by hazel eyes watching her intently.
�Why do I�� Dawn starts to whine, until she�s interrupted by a dark stare coming towards her from Buffy. Dropping her eyes to her plate, she shuts up.
�Maybe because Tara cooked dinner, and usually does the majority of the laundry and cleaning around the house. It wouldn�t hurt if someone else occasionally helped out.� Buffy growls as she looks at Dawn before her eyes shift to bore into Willow�s eyes.
Willow pales slightly before nodding her head. �I�ll help you, Dawn. It won�t take long with both of us working on them.� Willow sighs quietly as Buffy finally looks away. Surprised Buffy had noticed Tara doing the majority of things around the house, though honestly she didn�t even think about it. Tara just usually did the majority of everything without comment, realizing she�d become used to Tara working around the house and taken advantage of her that way, also. Sighing quietly, Willow pokes at the few bites of her meal left on the plate, her hunger having disappeared.
Buffy places another piece of meat and some vegetables on her plate, surprised as her hunger seems to have returned today, but not questioning the fact. Accepting the bread from Tara, Buffy places a slice on her plate before setting the basket back down.
Tara finishes her salad before standing, gathering her dishes to take into the kitchen. Going the other way to head up the stairs and prepare for patrol.
Buffy finishes eating her dinner in silence while Willow and Dawn gather their dishes, taking them into the kitchen a few minutes after Tara had left. Downing her milk, Buffy gathers her dishes and takes them to the kitchen, setting them on the counter before heading upstairs.
Tara smiles at the soft knock and Buffy saying it�s her. �Come on in, Buffy.� Tara calls as she finishes pulling a pair of her older cargo pants on.
Entering the room, Buffy shuts the door behind her before glancing towards Tara. �If you don�t want to go on patrol, I can drop you by Xander and Anya�s until I finish.�
Tara shakes her head, glancing up at the slayer as she finishes zipping and buttoning her pants. �No, Buffy. I honestly don�t mind going with you on patrol. Do you n-not w-want me to go?� Tara questions hesitantly, stopping from where she�d been pulling on her boots, looking up worriedly at the slayer. �I�ll s-stay here, if you w-would prefer m-me not to go.�
Buffy unconsciously steps closer to Tara, placing a hand on her shoulder as Tara starts to stutter badly. �No, Tara. Company probably would be a good thing. I don�t mind.� Buffy gently squeezes Tara�s shoulder before opening the closet and pulling out a couple stakes and knives, tucking them away in her jeans. Grabbing a couple other stakes, she hands them to Tara automatically before pulling down a light jacket to hide her short sword.
Tara smiles as she tucks the additional stakes away in her side pockets. Reaching behind her, she grabs her fanny pack and puts it around her waist before grabbing the bottles of holy water Buffy had set on the dresser. Tucking them away in other pockets, Tara nods her head at the thought she really should pick up more of these pants. Besides being comfortable, they had plenty of pockets to hide stuff away in.
�Tara?� Buffy questions hesitantly, looking at Tara after she finished getting ready to go on patrol.
�Yes?� Tara frowns as she looks at Buffy. �What�s wrong?�
�Do you�� Buffy looks at her room, the small knick knacks placed here and there that belong to Tara making her smile briefly. Looking back at Tara, Buffy shrugs. �Do you mind sharing my room? I mean, I can sleep on the floor or down on the couch, if you don�t want to share�� Buffy hesitates and waves a hand to the bed.
�I�m not kicking you out of your b-bed, Buffy.� Tara looks at the item in question. �You slept better with me b-being here last night, right?�
�Yes.� Buffy whispers softly after a few minutes.
�We can share, if you want. I don�t mind, Buffy.� Tara smiles crookedly at the slayer. �If anyone should, I figured it would bother you.�
�Huh? Why?� Buffy blinks in confusion at Tara.
Tara holds up her hand and waves it around before pointing at her own chest. �I�m a lesbian, Buffy. Remember? I would say most straight women might be a little� worried about sharing a bed with me?�
Buffy quirks an eyebrow in silent contemplation before shaking her head. �Tara, you wouldn�t take advantage of anyone.� Buffy allows a small mischievous smile to cross her face before continuing. �Of course, sleepy groping might end up happening in the middle of the night, but I�m sure it can be overlooked.�
Tara blushes lightly before noticing the glint in Buffy�s eye. Biting the side of her mouth, Tara allows an answering smile to cross her face. �So, I�m allowed to grope as long as it�s the middle of the night and supposedly while half asleep?�
Buffy opens the door to the bedroom, allowing Tara to exit before her, whispering as the blonde walks by. �Who said you would be the one doing the groping?�
Tara stops dead in her tracks, her eyes opening wide in shock at Buffy�s whispered words, when the slayer chuckles she turns to look at her.
Buffy shrugs and grins at Tara. �Just giving you fair warning.�
Tara groans quietly as she blushes darkly. �Don�t do it while I�m asleep.� Tara warns before heading towards the stairs, jogging down them lightly.
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