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What If??	By : Kinetickid Category: BtVS AU/AR > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 16395 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 6

�What are you doing up so early?� Joyce questions Buffy who�s dusting and cleaning the living room. �I guess I don�t have to ask why you�re cleaning, do I?�

Buffy looks up grinning hugely. �I need to leave in a few minutes. I�m taking Tara to breakfast before bringing her here.�

Joyce stares in stunned silence at the huge grin on Buffy�s face. The last time she remembers her daughter looking that happy was when she was a little girl. �Maybe I shouldn�t go to work today.� Joyce narrows her eyes on her daughter, keeping a straight face. �I think I should play chaperone.�

�MOM!� Buffy whines quietly before noticing her starting to grin. �That�s just wrong.� Buffy grumbles as she finishes dusting. Stomping into the kitchen she puts the polish away.

�Do I even want to know what happened last night?� Joyce questions as she makes a pot of coffee.

Smirking at her mother, Buffy waggles her eyebrows. �You already told me you didn�t want details.�

Sighing quietly and wiping away an imaginary tear, Joyce sniffles. �My little girl is growing up.�

�Jeeze, Mom!� Buffy growls smacking her lightly on the shoulder. �We just kissed a couple times, walked around the campus and staked a few vampires.�

�More kissing?� Joyce questions with a raised eyebrow.

�Oh, yeah.� Buffy whispers quietly. �Definitely more kissage.� Buffy growls quietly thinking about the witch.

�Buffy, just leave and take her out to breakfast. Do you still want me to pick up dinner and a movie?� Joyce questions, smiling at her daughter.

�Please? She�s afraid of overstaying her welcome, but I insisted she stay.� Buffy smiles at her mother.

Shaking her head Joyce questions. �What kind of movie do you want me to pick up?�

Buffy�s smile falls from her face and her eyes widen. �I haven�t any idea what kind of movies she likes. Hell, I don�t even know if she�s ever gotten to see any movies. I mean, my God, she�d never even been kissed before!�

�Calm down, honey. I�ll pick up a couple different movies.� Joyce tries to calm Buffy down.

Taking a deep steadying breath, Buffy nods. �Thanks Mom.� Looking at the clock, she frowns. �I gotta go. Love you, and thanks for being so understanding.�

Joyce smiles as Buffy runs out of the room, hearing the door slam, Joyce pours herself a cup of coffee. �My dear Tara, if you can make Buffy smile like that I�ll welcome you with open arms and do everything I can to make life easier on you.� Joyce murmurs into her coffee cup.
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Buffy looks at her watch, pacing outside Tara�s dorm room as soon as it hits 7:30 she quickly knocks on the door. Waiting she rocks back and forth while clasping her hands behind her back. Looking up and down the empty hallway smirking.

Glancing up as the door opens, Buffy grins. �Did I wake you?� Buffy smirks at the disheveled hair and the hazy eyes looking back at her. As her gaze travels further down the nightshirt that ends prematurely mid-thigh, Buffy feels her breath catch at the silky looking legs.

Tara�s awake enough to realize it�s Buffy and rubs her eyes looking at the slayer. Glancing back at the clock, she groans. �I forgot to set the alarm. Goddess, I am so sorry, Buffy. Let me take a quick shower and get ready.� Tara turns leaving the door open for Buffy to come in while grabbing clothes, her shower kit and a couple towels. Yanking the robe on, she looks apologetically at the slayer. �Ten minutes. Make yourself comfortable.�

Buffy chuckles as Tara goes running out the door, unable to resist she pokes her head out and watches as she runs down the hallway skidding to a stop as she enters the communal showers.

Coming back into the room, Buffy gently shuts the door and walks over to the bed reaching down to straighten up the sheets and comforter, Buffy hesitates feeling the warmth of the witch still in the sheets. Unable to resist, she picks up the blondes pillow and presses her face in inhaling deeply of Tara�s scent. �Sweet god, she smells good.� Buffy mutters before laying the pillow back down and quickly making the bed. Sitting on the edge, she waits patiently for Tara to come back to the room. Smirking as she looks at her watch she hears the door open exactly ten minutes later.

�I am so, so sorry.� Tara mutters as she roughly runs the towel over her hair trying to dry it quickly.

�Easy.� Buffy murmurs as she stands up, stilling the witch�s hands. Pulling the towel from her and throwing it over the chair, Buffy grins. �Good morning.� Buffy leans in and gently kisses the witch on the lips before pulling back. Running her hands up and down Tara�s arms, Buffy looks into the deep blue eyes and smiles as Tara calms down.

�Good morning.� Tara smiles at Buffy. �Goddess, let me brush my hair, it probably looks like a rats nest after my drying it with the towel.� Tara turns and grabs her hairbrush and quickly brushes it through her hair.

Buffy chuckles and sits back down on the bed, watching Tara quietly.

�You made my bed.� Tara notices frowning, before looking at Buffy.

�Yes, I did.� Buffy agrees quietly. Her fingers itching to run through the blondes silky strands that are lying somewhat damply over her shoulders. Noticing for the first time that Tara�s wearing a blue blouse tucked into faded blue jeans. Faded blue jeans that happen to hug the blondes curves in an absolutely drool-worthy way. Remembering what those legs looked like bare, Buffy inhales deeply and closes her eyes. �Dry your hair. I don�t want you to catch a cold.� Buffy hoarsely states before opening her eyes watching the blonde.

Tara notices the darkening eyes of the slayer and swallows deeply. Reaching over for the towel, she quickly rubs it over the ends of her hair. �Have any problems on the way home last night?� Tara questions softly watching the slayer.

�No. Pretty quiet on the way home.� Buffy tucks her hands under her thighs to keep from reaching for the witch.

�You should have probably taken off your jacket until I was ready to leave.� Tara finishes drying her hair before grabbing the brush and running it through to get out the rest of the knots until it lays smoothly.

�Didn�t think about it.� Buffy shrugs slowly standing and walking towards the window, looking out over the bright sunny day. �It�s actually a beautiful day out.� Turning she watches as Tara sits down and pulls her boots on, quickly tying them.

Tara glances up with mischief in her eyes. �I�ll have to take your word for it. Until twenty minutes ago I was sawing logs.�

�Did you find any good pieces to make stakes out of while you were sawing?� Buffy jokes quietly watching as Tara stands and walks towards her.

�That�s what I should have been doing. Whittling stakes instead of sawing logs. I�ll have to remember that next time.� Tara smiles warmly at the slayer. �Are we the only two college students up this early?�

�I believe so.� Buffy whispers closing the short distance between them. Reaching up with a slightly unsteady hand, Buffy slides it through the silky strands of the witch�s hair, smiling at the softness.

Not able to resist Tara leans down the short distance and captures Buffy�s lips with her own, gently caressing first the top lip then the bottom lip before tilting her head and running her tongue gently between the slayer�s opened lips. Slowly wrapping her tongue repeatedly around the slayer�s for a few short moments, Tara pulls back a tiny distance to flick her tongue over the slayer�s top lip, smiling before pulling completely away.

Brushing a thumb over the slayer�s soft cheek Tara whispers. �Good morning.�

�Can I go out the door and come back in?� Buffy whimpers quietly. �I want another good morning kiss like that one.�

Tara chuckles and shakes her head. �You don�t have to leave and come back in for another kiss.�

�Good.� Buffy growls quietly before leaning back into the witch, wrapping her arms around her waist and pressing her lips more firmly against Tara�s, groaning as Tara quickly flicks her tongue out over her lips. Opening her mouth and capturing the playful tongue, Buffy sucks gently on the tip before releasing and battling gently against each other for long minutes, before slowly pulling away placing smaller and smaller kisses on the witch�s pouty lips before finally stopping.

�Goddess.� Tara groans. �Can I have a good morning kiss like that every morning?�

�It can definitely be arranged.� Buffy groans leaning her head down against Tara�s shoulder. �Maybe mom should have stayed home to play chaperone today.� Buffy mutters.

Tara pulls Buffy in tighter against her body, groaning at the pressure before chuckling quietly. �Chaperone?�

�She was picking on me this morning. Joking about staying home and playing chaperone.� Buffy smiles as she shifts in snugly against the witch.

Stroking gently over the slayer�s back, Tara smiles as Buffy feels like she�s almost trying to crawl inside her. �Buffy?� Tara chuckles as she just gets a humm from Buffy. �Are we just going to stand around here all day hugging and kissing?� Tara bites her lip to keep from laughing.

�I don�t see anything wrong with that idea.� Buffy murmurs rubbing her cheek over the witch�s shoulder. Almost purring in contentment at the stroking of the witch�s hands.

Tara tries to hold the laughter back, since Buffy sounds so serious, but she can�t. First her shoulders start shaking then her chest and stomach start shaking. Watching as Buffy pulls back with narrowed eyes, it finally works it�s way out. Laughing loudly Tara pulls back and flops on her bed burying her face in the comforter, her whole body shaking.

�Are you laughing at me?� Buffy pouts watching as Tara laughs. �That just isn�t nice.� Buffy pounces on the bed beside the witch. �Wicked witch�s get tickled. Are you ticklish?� Buffy growls out before running her fingers gingerly over her ribs, making her squirm and laugh even more. �Oooh, witch is ticklish. You are in so much trouble.�

Tara gasps out. �Not fair.� Tara laughs harder as Buffy hit�s an especially ticklish spot on her ribs. Shifting around, Tara turns over onto her back, trying to grasp the slayers quicksilver hands. �Not�faiiirrr!� Tara cries out, giving up on grasping the slayer�s hands, she grasps Buffy�s jacket, pulling.

Buffy shifts her hands quickly to the bed as Tara pulls her jacket and in turn pulls her down over her. �Careful.� Buffy whispers looking down into laughing blue eyes. Watching as the blue eyes become serious, Buffy shifts one hand up and runs it over the witch�s cheek.

Tara runs her hands up over the slayer�s jacket to clasp behind her neck, tugging her down to brush her lips over the slayer�s.

Buffy groans and deepens the kiss. Threading her hand in the silky hair, Buffy whimpers into the witch�s mouth as she feels hands working down her back, urging her body closer. Easing her body into the witch�s, but keeping the majority of the weight to the hand supporting her, Buffy finally breaks off the kiss, panting heavily. Opening her eyes, looking into the deep blue eyes of the witch, Buffy growls quietly.

Finally getting her breathing under control, Tara moves both hands to cup the slayer�s face. Shifting up and pressing a feather light kiss to the slayer�s lips, she drops her head back down on the bed. �Breakfast?� She finally whispers before grinning lopsidedly at the slayer.

�Breakfast.� Buffy agrees smirking. �Of course, I probably should move if we plan on leaving to go to breakfast.�

�Always helpful.� Tara admits, blue eyes twinkling.
�You, Miss Tara Maclay are a major temptation.� Buffy whispers before leaning down and kissing her quickly before rolling off the witch and standing. Offering her hand out to Tara, she smiles and helps her up.

�And you are irresistible.� Tara murmurs quietly. �Let�s leave before we get sidetracked again.�

�I don�t mind getting sidetracked.� Buffy admits as she watches Tara grab her purse checking for her keys before opening the door.

�I don�t either.� Tara smiles as Buffy walks past her out into the hallway. �But if a certain slayer wants to try my hot wings, we should get moving.�

�Oh, that�s it. Just go straight to the slayer�s weakness.� Buffy jokes. �That isn�t playing fairly.�

�Oh, like using slayer speed to tickle me so I couldn�t capture your hands was fair.� Tara laughs as Buffy grabs her hand, lacing their fingers together and tugging her quickly to the stairs.

�I would never take advantage of my abilities that way. So I have no clue what you�re talking about.� Buffy smirks as she pushes open the door leading to the quad.

�Am I actually supposed to believe you?� Tara quirks an eyebrow watching Buffy.

�Wellll�� Buffy winks before laughing lightly. �Maybe not, in this case.� She admits.

Squeezing Buffy�s hand, Tara smiles. �So what kind of food does the Espresso Pump have?�

�You�ve never been there before?� Buffy questions quietly. At Tara�s shake of the head, she sighs. �Well, it doesn�t have actual food, food. They have things like bagels and muffins. And of course, coffee and tea.�

�I like all those things.� Tara glances at Buffy. �I�m more of a tea drinker, but occasionally a coffee or Mocha tastes pretty good. I usually buy that instant stuff that you can just add water to when I get an urge for one.�

�Then you�re in for a treat. We�ll get you one of those large Mocha�s fresh made with whipped cream and shaved chocolate. Mmmm Mmmm!� Buffy shivers as if in heavenly bliss.

Tara laughs quietly. �That sounds very good. Maybe a chocolate chip muffin to go with it?�

�Whatever the lady desires.� Buffy gently bumps their shoulders together. �If you wish multiple Mochas and muffins, you will have them.�

�Hmmm. Maybe one Mocha with the muffin and another Mocha for the walk to your house?� Tara questions.

�Then that�s what you�ll have.� Buffy reaches over with her free hand and strokes the witch�s hand. �So soft.� She whispers quietly. �And I have my callused, weapon roughened hands, sorry.�

Tara pulls them to a stop and grasps Buffy�s hand placing it on her cheek, holding it there with her hand. Tilting her head into the hand she smiles softly. �You have honest, hard working hands, Buffy. And they�re wonderful.� Turning her face she places a kiss in the palm of Buffy�s hand before gently easing it away and continuing their way to the coffee shop.

Buffy unconsciously looks at the hand Tara had kissed, smiling. �I never thought of them that way. I just thought of them as being rough and ugly. The hands of a killer.� She whispers the last.

�The hands of a warrior and savior.� Tara counters.

�You are definitely good for the ego.� Buffy eyes the witch quietly. Buffy opens the door as they reach the coffee shop. �If you want to go ahead and grab a table, I�ll grab the food and drinks.�

�Okay.� Tara smiles softly looking around the shop and seeing a tall table empty, she works her way towards it.

Buffy smiles watching Tara before walking up to the counter to place and pay for the order. Waiting patiently for the Mochas Buffy watches as Tara calmly sits watching her, smiling. Buffy turns and grasps the tray as the employee calls her number. Walking over to the table and placing a Mocha gently in front of Tara followed by her chocolate chip muffin, Buffy hops up on the seat and takes a bite out of her bagel with cream cheese.

�Only one bagel?� Tara questions, her eyes twinkling as she gently tears a piece of her muffin and pops it in her mouth, chewing slowly.

�Don�t want to ruin my appetite for wings.� Buffy smirks at the witch. �Are you trying to say I eat a lot?�

�Haven�t we had this conversation before?� Tara questions giggling quietly.

�Possibly.� Buffy smiles. �How�s the Mocha?�

�Delicious.� Tara sips the hot coffee gingerly. �I don�t think I�ll be happy with the instant stuff anymore.�

�Sorry.� Buffy watches Tara for a few long moments as the witch finishes her muffin. �I guess that means I�ll have to bring you here frequently so you can get your Mocha fix.�

�You won�t get any arguments from me.� Tara sips her Mocha watching as Buffy pops the last of her bagel in her mouth.

�Did you want another muffin?� Buffy questions before reaching out and clasping Tara�s hand gently in her own.

�I�m fine.� Tara admits, smiling as she glances down to the strong hand clasping hers. Running her thumb gently over the top of the slayer�s hand, Tara glances back up making contact with beautiful hazel eyes.

�Do you want to get another Mocha for the walk to the house?� Buffy smiles softly as Tara gently squeezes her hand.

�I�m afraid if I have a second one I�ll be up for a week.� Tara admits grinning. Looking down into the cup, she shakes her head. �That�s more caffeine than I�m used to drinking in a weeks time. But it was delicious.�

�Hmm.� Buffy murmurs quietly. �Means witch is going to have extra energy to burn. This could be promising.� Buffy looks at Tara, her eyes twinkling.

�Oh, great!� Tara laughs quietly. �You�re probably going to have me clean house, right?�

Buffy shakes her head. �Oh, no, no, no. I can come up with lots better things to do with that energy.� Buffy smirks and winks. �You finished?�

�Yes, thank you for breakfast.� Tara smiles, blushing lightly.

�Anytime.� Buffy gathers their trash placing it on the tray and walks towards the door, placing the trash in the receptacle. Holding her hand out as Tara comes up beside her, Buffy grins happily as she laces their fingers together and they head towards her house.
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Buffy watches quietly as Tara chops up different peppers tossing them into a mixing bowl adding seasonings, vinegar and all sorts of other items before mixing it together. Inhaling deeply, Buffy�s eyes widen at the spicy smell. �Am I going to have a stomach lining after we eat these?� She questions jokingly.

Tara looks up with twinkling blue eyes. �It may be questionable.� She admits. �But it�ll be good to see how hot you like your wings. I have a more potent sauce, but it needs to be simmered for about 10 hours. I usually make a big batch at the beginning of summer and place it in jars, using it the rest of the summer.� Chuckling quietly, she grabs down a cup and pours some of the sauce in it, covering and placing it in the fridge. Picking up the huge package of wings, Tara opens and quickly rinses the wings, placing them gently in the mixing bowl. After rinsing all the wings, Tara gingerly tosses them, trying to make sure they all get coated with the sauce. Placing some wrap over the bowl, she opens the refrigerator and shifts items around to make room. Placing the bowl in the fridge and closing it she places the cutting board and utensils in the sink, rinsing them off before washing her hands thoroughly.

Buffy smiles as Tara sits down across from her at the island.

�What do you want to do while the wings are Marinating?� Tara questions.

�What I want to do and what we�ll probably do are two different things.� Buffy looks down at her hands. �I need to finish telling you about the past couple years.� Buffy glances up into the warm blue eyes of the witch. �And if you don�t go running the other way after I finish, maybe we�ll see if what I want to do is possible in the future.� Buffy sighs quietly.

�What exactly are you wanting to be possible in the future?� Tara asks huskily, having a gut feeling she knows what it is, but wanting Buffy to admit it.

�A serious relationship. Taking this�� Buffy glances up smiling briefly. �Attraction further when you�re ready. Having lots and lots more smoochie action. Walking in an afternoon summer shower, seeing if we can make my mom turn all kinds of funny colors by kissing in front of her, and making all kinds of cute, couple-y remarks. Watch you napping, see if you snore or drool.� Buffy chuckles quietly at the narrowing blue eyes. �See if you like to cuddle when you sleep. And thousands of other things.�

�Sounds like you want a lot.� Tara whispers reaching out and running her hand over the side of Buffy�s face.

Buffy rubs her face against the soft hand. �I want everything.� Buffy admits. �Let�s go get comfortable in the living room and talk, okay?�

Tara nods gently pulling her hand away as they make their way to the living room. As both women sit down on the couch, Tara looks expectantly at the slayer.

�Is it okay if I have another kiss before I tell you the story of the rest of my life?� Buffy hopefully questions. �Just in case?�

�Of course you can have another kiss, but I don�t think I�ll run�� Tara trails off as Buffy places a finger on her lips.

�Hear the story first.� Buffy whispers before replacing her finger with her lips, gently kissing Tara. Pulling back, Buffy looks intently at Tara for a few moments before starting the story of her Junior year. Explaining about coming closer to Angel, how Spike and Drusilla arrived on the scene, Kendra. Going on to slowly explain her 17th birthday, how Angel lost his soul at that moment of perfect happiness. Explaining the gypsy�s curse completely, how Miss Calendar was actually of the Kalderash gypsy clan, sent to watch Angel. Smiling briefly as she sidetracks to talk about how Spike and Dru had come to the school during Parent/Teacher night and her mom whacking Spike in the head, saving her. How her mom didn�t know at that time that she was the slayer. Taking a deep breath, Buffy finally explains how Angelus killed Jenny Calendar, Drusilla killed Kendra. Angelus put together the Judge, her blowing up part of the mall because The Judge couldn�t be destroyed by any weapon forged and how Xander snuck onto a base stealing a rocket launcher to kill the judge, which lead to her backtracking telling about the Halloween when they all became their costumes, chuckling quietly.

Tara watches the slayer intently as she talks about her Junior year, frowning at how Buffy felt she was too blame for everyone that died and Giles being tortured, because she couldn�t bring herself to stake Angel�Angelus. And at the end, when the start of the end of the world happened with Acathla being brought to life, she knew he got his soul restored but still killed him to stop the destruction. Sending him to Hell. And as she finally whispers that she ran away to LA when she couldn�t handle it, and even there she couldn�t get away from the creatures of the night. As she stops talking, Tara reaches out and clasps the slayer�s hands within hers.

�It wasn�t your fault, Buffy. And, please tell me honestly. At that time, could you have killed Angelus? Were you strong enough to go up against him? From what you told me, he was a very conniving, extremely smart vampire. He took the time to learn his enemies before he went after them, unlike most of the vampires I�ve come across that just attack.� Tara softly places the questions out there for the slayer. �In the end, you did what you had to. And, unfortunately it was your love, not Angelus that you had to send to Hell.� Tara leans in and brushes a kiss on the slayer�s cheek. �You were barely 17 years old when this happened, Buffy. You were still a kid and he was your first love. You made mistakes, but if you honestly had them to do over, I don�t think you would.�

�I wouldn�t.� Buffy admits quietly, smiling briefly. �Do you want something to drink?�

Tara glances at her watch and nods. �I�ll go with you, shift the wings around in the sauce while I�m in there.�

Buffy pulls the bowl out, setting it on the counter before reaching back in grabbing a water for herself and an apple juice for Tara. Watching as the witch uncovers the bowl and shifts the wings around, she smiles softly enjoying the simple sight.

Tara replaces the wrap and turns towards the refrigerator, chuckling quietly at Buffy who�s just watching her with a smile playing about her lips. �What are you doing?�

�Watching you.� Buffy admits readily.

Tara places the bowl in the refrigerator before turning. Facing the slayer, Tara leans against the island. �Are you wanting to continue the rest of your life story, or do you want to take a break for a little while?�

Buffy tilts her head considering for a moment. �I really kind of want to finish telling you everything. I mean I�m not telling you all the little things, just hitting on the big stuff.� Buffy admits quietly.

�So, there�ll be other stories to tell?� Tara questions softly.

�I�m positive.� Buffy nods her head smiling. �But other bad things happened my Senior year, mostly to deal with Faith.� Buffy admits. �I might as well tell you everything and get it out in the open.�

�Living room?� Tara offers as she grabs her juice. Following the slayer out into the living room again, Tara sits down sipping her juice as Buffy tucks her legs under herself, sitting beside Tara.

Quickly Buffy explains what happened after running away, then finally coming back. Her welcome back party, the zombies. She explains how Angel came back from Hell. How she hid him from the rest of the group. Finally starting on the part about Faith, how she was jealous of the younger woman, how everyone thought she was so �cool�. Kakistos coming after Faith, how they fought and killed the vampire that had murdered Faith�s watcher. Gwendolyn Post, Faith�s new watcher, that actually had been dismissed and pitted the two slayers against each other. Finally when they realized Post was evil, they defeated the woman. But not before driving an even bigger wedge between them. The new idiot watcher Wesley Wyndham-Price, showed up after her 18th birthday surprise and the Watcher�s Council fired Giles for caring too much. Explaining how Deputy Mayor Finch died, Faith going to work for the Mayor, poisoning Angel, then her part in stabbing the slayer, planning on feeding Angel her blood. Faith jumping off the roof, ending up in a coma at the hospital. Buffy unconsciously wipes a tear from her face, feeling her heart ache for everything the other slayer had been put through. A good portion of it because she was too involved with Angel or just plain jealous of the other girl. Finally telling about the Mayor�s Ascension, how the whole student body helped. They blew the mayor and the school up, and finally Angel leaving to go to LA.

Tara sits there beside Buffy, thinking over everything the slayer has told her. Seeing where everyone, not just Faith and not just Buffy had obviously made mistakes. The poor girl never should have been left on her own, living in rat-trap motels. Something about what Buffy was telling her, hitting a cord deep inside her. �Do you know whether or not Faith was abused when she was younger?� She questions softly.

Buffy looks at the witch questioningly before shaking her head. �No. She never really talked about herself like that. She would tell stories about kicking ass, but she never went into her personal life.�

Tara nods frowning slightly. �Just from what you�ve told me, I have a feeling her home life was probably similar if not worse than mine.� Tara explains quietly. �Of course, this is just conjecture on my part since I have never met the woman and don�t know her.�

Buffy sits there, thinking deeply about the past. How Faith always changed the subject or got defensive when questioned about her life. Seeing that maybe there was something in what Tara is saying.

�How long has she been in a coma?� Tara watches Buffy intently.

�About six months.� Buffy admits quietly. �I try to visit every weekend, and if I can during the week occasionally.�

�If you don�t mind, I would like to go with you sometime.� Tara offers softly.

�Of course.� Buffy smiles at the witch. �So, you�re not going to run away from here? From�me?� Buffy hesitates saying the word softly.

�Goddess no, Buffy.� Tara shakes her head turning her body to face the slayer, laying a calming hand on the tense thigh. �I�ve noticed that you�ve just hit on most of the bad things that�s happened. Surely there were just as many, if not more, good things that have happened. I know you probably told me the bad things, thinking you were showing me at your worst, but I see a young courageous woman that was thrown in a fight doing the best she could. Yes, she made mistakes, but that�s part of growing up. Everyone makes them, unfortunately the fate of the world doesn�t lie on everyone�s shoulders. So your mistakes seem huge in comparison.�

Buffy listens to the words Tara is speaking, and actually hears what is being said. Looking into warm blue eyes, Buffy smiles. Placing a hand over the one resting on her thigh, Buffy squeezes it gently. �Can I keep you?�

Tara laughs quietly. �What, are you planning on telling your mom that I followed you home? That you�ll promise to feed me, water me, take me out on walks?�

Buffy rolls her eyes at the joking witch. �I have a feeling you�re already potty trained, so that would be a good selling point.� Buffy smirks before shaking her head. �You make me feel better, not so much like everything�s my fault.�

�Everything isn�t your fault, Buffy.� Tara opens her arms and smiles as Buffy quickly leans into the embrace. �You�re not the world�s keeper. Not even with being the slayer.� She continues quickly before Buffy can interrupt. �You can�t keep people from dying, you can�t kill every demon in the world before it commits some kind of atrocity. Goddess Buffy, even if you wiped out all the demons in the world, there�s still human kind that commits just as many atrocities and they have souls!� Tara hugs Buffy tightly, running her hands gently up and down the strong back. Smiling as Buffy burrows in tighter against her, Tara runs her hands more firmly over her back. �Are you purring?� Tara questions confused.

�Sorry.� Buffy whispers pulling back blushing.

Lifting the slayer�s chin, Tara quirks her eyebrow at the slayer. �I didn�t think it was possible for humans to purr. Are you part cat?�

Buffy shakes her head smiling. �No, something to do with my being a slayer.� Buffy admits quietly. Seeing the question in Tara�s eye Buffy looks down blushing deeply. �Can we hold off on that for a while? I�ll explain later.� Buffy remembers how when reading one of the Watcher�s books during research, it made note of the before unknown phenomena of a slayer purring. Tabling those memories for the moment, Buffy grins at the witch. �Time to put the wings in?�

Looking at the time, Tara nods. �Yes, it is. Are you going to want anything else to go with the wings?�

�We�ve got makings for salad. I think Mom has some garlic bread in the freezer also.� Buffy mentions. �Do you want either or both?�

�Salad might be good. Something green to go along with the wings.� Tara smiles as she grabs the bowl out. Turning the oven on, she opens the cabinet she remembered the pans being in, grabbing a couple out. Opening a couple cabinets, she comes across some spray cooking oil and sprays the pans putting it up before quickly and efficiently placing the wings on the two pans. Spooning the left over sauce on top of the wings, Tara slides the pans in the oven, setting the timer before turning and rinsing off the utensils, placing them in the dishwasher.

Turning she watches as Buffy quickly throws the salad together, smiling as she peels and slices the cucumber in record time. Grasping the tomato, Tara rinses it off before placing it in front of Buffy, watching her quickly chop it up into small sections. Covering the bowl, Buffy places it back in the refrigerator. �I may not be able to cook, but I am good at slicing and dicing.� Buffy admits grinning as she leans against the refrigerator.

Tara grins lopsidedly at the slayer. �Being good with a knife is probably a perquisite to being a slayer.�

�It helps.� Buffy smirks. �How long do the wings need?�

�Probably 45 minutes.� Tara tilts her head at the slayer. �Some of them were pretty big, so they might need a little longer.�

�So maybe an hour.� Buffy smiles. �Whatever are we going to do for the next hour?�

�Well, we could play tic-tac-toe.� Tara starts, biting her lip. �Maybe checkers?� At a shake of the slayer�s head and smirk. Tara taps her chin. �Monopoly? Trivial Pursuit?� Laughing as Buffy shakes her head vehemently, Tara tilts her head. �Well, what do you suggest?�

�Making the student the teacher.� Buffy grins hugely. �I figure another half hour max of kissing, you�ll be teaching me.�

Tara blushes deeply. �I somehow doubt that.�

�Oh, trust me. You are an excellent kisser. Definitely a natural.� Buffy watches her intently. �Or we can behave and maybe turn the television on, see what there is to watch.�

Tara considers the slayer for a long moment, closing the short distance between them and kissing her quickly. �Maybe slowing it down and watching TV isn�t a bad idea.� She whispers quietly.

�Okay.� Buffy nods her head easily in agreement. Clasping the witch�s hand in hers, she leads her back out into the living room. Sitting down on the couch, Buffy releases the hand in hers and unties her shoes setting them by the end of the couch. Looking up at Tara she smiles. �You can make yourself comfortable.� Buffy nods down at her boots before reaching for the remote.

Tara smiles sitting down on the end of the couch leaning down and untying and sliding her boots off before situating herself in the corner of the couch, glancing over occasionally at Buffy as she flicks through the channels.

�Here, I don�t care what we watch.� Buffy hands the remote to Tara, scooting slightly closer to the witch.

Tara glances at the remote now in her hand to Buffy who was trying to scoot closer, but not be obvious about it. Considering the couch for a moment, Tara chuckles quietly. �Scoot forward, Buffy.�

Buffy scoots up to the edge of the couch without questioning Tara, but does have a confused look on her face. Watching as Tara shifts her legs up behind her on the couch, lying down on her side. Eyes opening wide with understanding, Buffy lays down in front of her and snuggles her back against the front of the witch, smiling as Tara wraps an arm around her waist as Buffy rests her head on Tara�s upper arm.

�This okay?� Tara whispers in her ear squeezing her waist gently.

�Oh, yeah.� Buffy murmurs running her fingers over the witch�s arm. Swallowing as she feels Tara�s breasts pressing gently into her back.

Bending her right arm, that Buffy�s laying on, up so she can run her fingers through the slayer�s hair. Easing her face closer, Tara rests her cheek against Buffy, inhaling the smell of the slayer. Unconsciously her other hand�s stroking over the slayer�s stomach, shifting the shirt finding warm velvety soft skin.

Feeling extremely content and happy, Buffy starts purring quietly at the soft caresses.

Tara slows her caresses for a moment before continuing as before after hearing Buffy start purring quietly. Making a mental note to look through her books to see what it means. Pressing her lips gently against the slayer�s head, Tara relaxes more, shifting her leg so her knee is lying over Buffy�s leg.

Sliding her hand down to rest over the witch�s leg, Buffy�s purring gradually increases. Feeling her eyes getting heavy, Buffy rubs her face against the witch�s arm and presses her body more firmly back into the witch�s as she slowly falls asleep.

Tara inhales deeply at the pressure of the slayer�s body pressing back firmly into her body, her breasts aching. Groaning quietly Tara buries her face in the slayer�s hair, closing her eyes. As she hears the slayer�s breathing deepen, Tara shifts the tiniest bit so she can see the slayer�s face and grins as she realizes Buffy�s fallen asleep. Laying her head back down, Tara kisses the back of Buffy�s head before whispering. �You are absolutely precious.� Tara quietly lies with the slayer, continuing her stroking as she silently contemplates the woman in her arms. Realizing there was a very real possibility that this woman could die at any time, being the slayer was pretty much a death sentence. Feeling tears come to her eyes at the thought of the slayer dying, Tara takes a steadying breath. �What am I going to do, Mama?� Remembering her mother telling her to never turn down love that�s offered, Tara closes her eyes wondering what her Mom would say to her loving the slayer. Smiling sadly Tara realizes she would tell her to take every day as a precious gift and not leave anything undone that she wanted to do. Finally chuckling quietly, she realizes she�d also probably tell her that she couldn�t have met a more perfect person for her.

Flexing her fingers gently into the slayer�s firm stomach, Tara smiles as the low timbered purring gets louder. Flexing her fingers again, Tara can�t help but chuckle as it gets even louder.

�You laughing at me?� Buffy huskily questions as she slowly wakes up.

�Sort of.� Tara admits shifting her arm from underneath Buffy�s head and propping herself up to look at the slayer, smiling as she shifts to lay on her back looking up at her.

Resting her hand flat against the skin of the slayer�s stomach, Tara looks down, smiling softly.

�I fell asleep, didn�t I?� Buffy questions blushing slightly. �I didn�t drool or snore or anything, did I?�

�No, you didn�t drool or snore.� Tara strokes her thumb over the warm stomach.

�Sorry.� Buffy looks into the darkening blue eyes above her. Arching up slightly into the hand on her stomach.

�Nothing to be sorry over.� Tara whispers looking deeply into Buffy�s eyes. Inhaling at the depth of emotion looking back at her. Leaning down, she brushes her lips across Buffy�s briefly before easing back. �You didn�t get a lot of sleep last night, did you?� Tara softly questions.

�Not a lot. But my little cat nap has given me my second wind.� Buffy admits tilting her head as Tara laughs quietly.

�If you�re not going to get your quota of sleep, I�m going to make you cut back on visiting hours.� Tara reaches up and taps her finger against Buffy�s nose.

�Can�t do that. I�m trying to figure out how to spend more time together, not less.� Buffy shakes her head at the witch.

�I won�t be the cause of you getting hurt�� Tara hesitates for a moment, closing her eyes. �Or worse.�

�You won�t be.� Buffy murmurs sincerely. Reaching up, she runs her hand through the silky soft strands. �Come here.� Buffy urges quietly, moaning as Tara eases her upper body down onto hers, breasts pressing against each other as Tara�s lips capture hers in a sweet, gentle kiss.

Unable to resist, Tara slowly deepens the kiss, her tongue playing for long moments over Buffy�s lips, ignoring the slayer�s invitation to enter her mouth. Capturing the slayer�s bottom lip between her teeth, she nibbles gently before stroking her tongue more firmly over her lips, finally accepting the unspoken invitation and searches out the warm cavern. Seeking out all the nooks and cranny�s before swirling her tongue firmly over and against the slayer�s.

Buffy moans into the kiss, not realizing her hands have shifted to Tara�s waist, moving the woman so she�s laying completely over top of her. Wrapping her arms around Tara, Buffy arches up into the softer, voluptuous form of the witch.

�Sweet Goddess!� Tara mutters hoarsely as she finally breaks off the kiss, panting heavily. Looking at the slayer with desire filled eyes, Tara dives back in firmly battling against the slayer�s tongue, her hands threading through the slayer�s hair, grasping her strongly. Bringing the kiss to a slow end, Tara shifts her head to the side, groaning as Buffy pushes her breasts firmly against hers. �I weigh too much, Buffy.� Tara tries to shift off the slayer, but is stopped by firm hands keeping her in place.

�No way.� Buffy growls quietly. �You are not too heavy. As a matter of fact, you feel perfect.� Buffy strokes her hands gently down the witch�s back, stopping at the waist band of her jeans, running along the edge. �Ah, hell!� Buffy mutters as the timer goes off on the stove.

Tara can�t help but chuckle at the slayer. Easing up slightly, Tara brushes her lips over Buffy�s again. �Let me go so I can check on your wings, sweetie.�

�Do I have to?� Buffy pouts, gently squeezing the witch. �Personally I kind of like where you�re at.�

Easing down till her nose is brushing against the slayer�s nose, Tara admits in a whisper �I kind of like being here.�

�How about a compromise?� Buffy grins looking into the gorgeous blue eyes of the witch.

�What�s the compromise?� Tara questions chuckling as the oven beeps again.

�After lunch we pick up where we left off?� Buffy caresses the lower back of the witch watching the adorable half grin come across her face.

�Done.� Tara grins at Buffy before brushing her lips once more across the slayer�s lips. Easing her body up and off Buffy to stand by the couch, Tara chuckles at the look of loss coming across the slayer�s face. Tapping her finger against Buffy�s bottom lip, she winks. �After lunch.� As Buffy breaks into a grin, Tara shakes her head at the slayer before heading towards the kitchen. Digging around she finds the oven mitts. Opening the stove, Tara pulls the pans out eyeing the wings deciding they need probably another ten more minutes. Resetting the timer, she turns to head towards the living room and stops at the sight of Buffy leaning against the wall watching her. �You could scare someone sneaking up on them like that.� Tara smiles softly at the slayer.

�I�ll be sure to make some noise next time.� Buffy looks apologetically at the witch. �They obviously need a little longer?�

�Probably another ten minutes should do it.� Tara admits quietly. Continuing her walk, she works her way over to Buffy. �I�ve got an idea on how to spend the next ten minutes.�

�Really?� Buffy questions watching as Tara slowly draws close to her.

�Really.� Tara murmurs placing her hands gingerly on the slayer�s waist and leaning in against Buffy brushing her lips repeatedly over the slayers, quickly capturing the slayer�s tongue as it invades her mouth. Sucking gently for long moments, Tara finally releases Buffy�s tongue, following it back into the slayer�s mouth, flicking against the slayer�s tongue repeatedly. Groaning as Buffy sucks firmly on her tongue, before nibbling gently on the tip.

As Buffy releases Tara�s tongue, she pulls the witch in tightly against her body. Growling quietly, Buffy nibbles down the side of the witch�s neck, flicking her tongue out occasionally until she reaches the pulse point, sucking more firmly as Tara tilts her head giving her free reign. Hearing Tara groan loudly, Buffy smiles before licking strongly over the soft skin that had garnered her attention.

�Buffy!� Tara cries out quietly as she pushes harder into the slayer�s body at the feelings coursing through her body. Sliding both hands under the slayer�s shirt and over the slayer�s warm back, Tara gently scrapes her nails over Buffy�s lower back, groaning at the electric response of the slayer jerking into her body.

�Shit.� Buffy hisses out burying her head in the witch�s neck, pressing her body in tight against the taller woman. Trying to get control of the arousal shooting through her body, Buffy takes deep breaths, inhaling deeply through her nose before whimpering at the smell of the witch�s obvious arousal.

Both women jump slightly as the timer goes off on the stove. Chuckling Tara flexes her fingers briefly before easing back from the slayer.

Buffy lets Tara pull away. Closing her eyes she bangs the back of her head against the wall before getting her body under control.

Tara watches Buffy with concerned eyes momentarily until she sees the woman relaxing. Her own body shaking in response to what happened, Tara works her way over to the stove turning the timer off before pulling the wings out and setting them on the racks to cool. Turning the oven off, Tara moves and leans against the counter, letting her own body calm down for a few long minutes.

Buffy finally opens her eyes and smirks at the dark blue eyes watching her intently. �Maybe mom should be here to chaperone.� Seeing the grin work it�s way across the witch�s face, makes Buffy chuckle quietly. �And, just to let you know, you are now officially the teacher.� Buffy growls out before moving and plopping down on one of the stools at the island. Running a slightly shaking hand over her face, Buffy closes her eyes. �God a cold shower is definitely in order right now.� Buffy thinks to herself, surprised at how much she wants Tara. Never having wanted Angel to a tenth of this degree.

�Are you okay?� Tara whispers quietly watching the slayer�s slightly shaking hands, not feeling to steady herself.

Looking up at Tara with passion filled eyes, Buffy laughs quietly. �Depends on how you look at it.� Seeing the questioning look, Buffy sighs looking down at her hands. �I�m going to be blunt, so be prepared. I want you. I want you so much I�m shaking.� Buffy growls quietly holding out her hands, showing Tara. Looking up Buffy shakes her head. �I know you�re not ready to take this further right now. Hell, I�m probably not ready�Well, yeah I�m ready.� Buffy admits clasping her hands and placing them on the counter top. �But we should take this slow. And unless I keep my distance, I might be tempted to push for something you�re not ready for.� Buffy whispers the last bit in a sad tone.

Tara looks at the slayer thinking heavily. �If I said no, or asked you to stop, would you try to push for more?� At the shocked look coming across the slayer�s face and the vehement shaking of her head, Tara quirks her lip up slightly. �Then I can call a stop if I�m not ready.�

Buffy nods her head in stunned surprise. �Yes, you can. I won�t force you, ever.� Buffy looks at the witch intently. �Of course, I may need to call a break occasionally to get my hormones back in check.�

Tara grins, biting her lip. �I might need to run and take a cold shower frequently.�

Buffy blushes before laughing quietly. �That thought has actually occurred to me more than once in the last couple days. Hell in the last couple hours.�

Tara laughs quietly before grabbing down plates. Picking up the wings and placing them on the plates, she piles one high for the slayer while only putting a dozen on a plate for herself. Placing the big plate in front of Buffy, she turns and grabs out the sauce she had separated earlier along with a couple waters. Placing them on the island she smirks at Buffy. �Try the wings like they are first, then if you�re still wanting to kick it up more, pour some more sauce over them.� Turning back she grabs the salad and a couple dressings out of the refrigerator.

Buffy watches Tara as she grabs the extra sauce and gingerly pours it over her wings before setting it back down. �That all the wings you�re going to want?� Buffy questions looking at her plate piled high.

�Probably.� Tara admits quietly. �A dozen is about the max I can eat, they fill me up.� Tara watches Buffy, smirking slightly. �You afraid of them?�

Buffy looks down at her plate and back up to the mischievous blue eyes. �Should I be?�

Buffy watches as Tara grab a couple bowls down and forks out of a drawer for their salads. Scooping some salad into a bowl for each of them, Buffy smiles as she watches Tara put a small amount of French dressing on her salad.

�Don�t know. Depends on if you like it hot.� Tara picks up a wing and starts eating lunch, watching Buffy.

Buffy gingerly grabs a wing taking a tentative bite. Chewing the meat, she grins. Quickly finishing the wing she grabs another, finishing eating it, her mouth has a good hot tingle. Debating on throwing more sauce on the wings she looks up into laughing blue eyes.

�Dip one in the sauce and eat it, see how you like it.� Tara pokes her salad, smirking. Watching as Buffy dips a wing quickly in and out of the cup of extra sauce. Tara slowly chews her salad. Watching as Buffy�s eyes widen as she eats the wing, Tara chuckles.

�Damn.� Buffy mutters at the heat. Loving the flavor of the wings, Buffy debates on whether or not she can handle eating them all with the extra sauce. Deciding what the hell, she grabs the cup and pours it over the wings, grinning maniacally at the thought of her mother having some of these wings. �I have got to keep a couple aside for mom, see if I can shame her into eating one.� Buffy mutters before quickly attacking the wings.

Tara laughs at the obvious mischief in the slayer�s voice. �Don�t you do that to your mother. She�ll never want me to come back.�

�Sure she will.� Buffy grins as she takes a quick sip of her water before digging back into her wings.

Tara finishes her wings, before sliding her plate aside and pulling the rest of her salad in front of her. Slowly eating her salad, Tara shakes her head as Buffy quickly and systematically works her way through the wings. Surprised that Buffy�s actually able to eat the wings, Tara wonders if it has something to do with being a slayer.

Buffy groans quietly as she finishes the wings, licking the extra sauce from her fingers. �You said the cooked batch of sauce is hotter?� Buffy looks up at Tara.

�Yes.� Tara hoarsely answers, feeling a shot of arousal go through her body at watching Buffy lick her fingers clean.

�These were absolutely delicious.� Buffy murmurs. �And extremely spicy. I like.� Buffy grins. �We�ll have to have you cook up a huge batch of your sauce for me to try.�

�I can do that.� Tara whispers. Shaking her head at the thoughts running through her mind, Tara grasps her plate and Buffy�s, dumping the bones in the trash before rinsing the plates and washing her hands.

Buffy stands picking up the salad bowls reaching around Tara, placing them in the sink. Reaching both arms around the witch�s waist, pressing her body lightly into Tara�s, Buffy turns the water back on washing her hands, smirking as she hears Tara groan quietly. Pressing in more firmly, Buffy places a kiss on the witch�s shoulder while turning the water back off. Holding onto the sink edge with her damp hands, Buffy nuzzles into the witch�s neck. Gently scraping her teeth over the sensitive skin before flicking her tongue up and over her neck.

Tara whimpers, reaching down, grasping the slayer�s damp hands, pressing them against her stomach, covering them with her own hands. �Goddess, Buffy.� Tara whispers out quietly.

Hooking her chin over Tara�s shoulder, Buffy closes her eyes. Flexing her fingers into the witch�s stomach, Buffy swallows. �Time to back off?� Buffy questions.

Tara pushes back gently before turning in Buffy�s arms, wrapping her arms around Buffy�s waist. �Did I say it was time to stop?� Tara huskily questions. Shifting her body, Tara urges Buffy in against her. Groaning at the slayer�s breasts pressing against hers.

�Oh.� Buffy whimpers quietly, rubbing herself against the witch. �It might be best to�� Buffy growls as Tara starts placing butterfly kisses down her neck.

Sucking gently on the slayer�s pulse point, Tara works her hands under the slayer�s top to caress her back. Groaning at the strength of the muscles twitching under hands, Tara releases the skin she�s sucking on and buries her head in the slayer�s neck. �Goddess, you smell good.� Tara whimpers inhaling deeply of the slayer�s aroma.

Buffy groans, grasping the witch�s waist, gently digging her fingers in the flesh.

Tara closes her eyes holding the slayer close, biting her lip at the pleasure of their bodies pressing into each other. Rubbing her cheek against the slayer�s neck, Tara takes a deep breath.

Buffy chuckles quietly. �You don�t have to say it.� Buffy runs a hand up the witch�s arm, fingers threading gently through the blonde hair. Leaning back she looks into blue eyes. Glancing down to the full lips of the witch, Buffy moans quietly. Closing the gap between them, Buffy brushes her lips briefly over Tara�s before pulling away from her. �Let�s go snuggle on the couch.�

Tara grins lopsidedly at the slayer as she follows her into the living room. Cocking her head to the side as she watches Buffy stretch out on the couch on her side and pat it, Tara chuckles. �Is this a good idea?�
�Just snuggling. I�ll behave.� Buffy promises grinning up at the witch. Watching as Tara sits down and then shifts up onto the couch, Buffy wraps an arm around her waist, and gets comfortable.

�Are you going to take another nap?� Tara laughs quietly.

�I might.� Buffy admits inhaling deeply. �What shampoo do you use? It smells good.� Buffy buries her nose in the witch�s hair.

Tara chuckles. �Lavender.�

�Hmmm. Good.� Buffy murmurs brushing her face against the silky soft hair.

�I can buy you a bottle of it, if you like it that much.� Tara bites her lip to keep from laughing. Stroking her fingers over Buffy�s hands, Tara laces their fingers together.

�Don�t think it�ll smell this good on me.� Buffy squeezes Tara in tighter against her.

Tara smiles as she feels Buffy shifting around, obviously getting more comfortable. Allowing herself to relax, Tara closes her eyes running her other fingers comfortingly over the slayer�s arm, enjoying the warmth and security of being wrapped up in the slayer�s strong embrace.

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