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New Paths	By : Kinetickid Category: BtVS AU/AR > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 9889 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Buffy slides to a stop outside Tara�s dorm room, running a shaking hand through her damp hair. Taking a couple deep breaths to calm down, Buffy lightly bangs her forehead against the door wondering what might happen now. Thinking about the heavy make out sessions the two women had, how the hands had started to venture but when hands had come into contact with starting swells, Tara had pulled away. Groaning in remembrance of the heat and the flesh just under her fingertips numerous times, Buffy bites her lips as she tries to get control of the desire coursing through her at just the remembrance.

Tara tilts her head as she hears the light single bang at her door. Raising an eyebrow, she chuckles softly as she feels Buffy outside the door. Easing the door open, she grabs for the slayer as she starts to fall inwards. �Whoa! Easy there.� Tara laughs quietly as Buffy looks up at her with embarrassment written all over her face.

�Hi?!� Buffy raises an eyebrow, blushing as she straightens up, walking into the room as Tara tugs gently on her jeans. Turning as she watches the Wicca shut and lock the door.

Tara allows her eyes to caress over the slayer, smiling softly at the still wet hair and the obvious damp spots working their way through the slayer�s clothes, from where Buffy obviously didn�t dry her body completely before pulling her clothes on. Her eyes zeroing in for a moment on the nipples poking insistently against the shirt, Tara moans and leans back against the door, closing her eyes tightly.

�Are you okay?� Buffy questions as she closes the distance between them, dropping her bag to the side by the door as she looks at Tara.

Tara slowly opens her eyes to look into curious hazel eyes, before chuckling quietly. �Were you honestly planning on us just curling up and sleeping together?� Tara tilts her head as she watches Buffy blush and drop her eyes. Laughing quietly, Tara hooks a finger in a belt loop and tugs Buffy the short distance to her.

�I�ll be happy to just be with you, Tara.� Buffy explains softly, slowly raising her arms and wrapping them around the Wicca�s neck. �But if I get more than that, I am SO not complaining.�

Tara grins crookedly down at the slayer as she wraps her arms around her waist. �Honey, you coming over here, still damp from your shower kind of gave that away.� When she watches as Buffy furrows her brows in confusion, Tara presses a quick kiss to her lips before running a hand up Buffy�s side to cup a pert breast in her hand. �Happy.� Tara murmurs before brushing a thumb over the hard nipple.

�Oh, God�� Buffy closes her eyes and presses her body against Tara�s hand.

�I think someone forgot to put on a bra after her shower.� Tara starts to stroke more firmly over the slayer�s breast, nibbling on her lip as she watches the desire cross Buffy�s face.

�Not the only thing I didn�t put on.� Buffy finally drags her eyelids open to look at Tara. �I was kinda in a hurry.� Buffy places her hands on the door on either side of Tara�s head as she presses her body firmly against Tara. �If you want to lay down and sleep, that would be fine, Tara.�

�I think we both know we want more than that, honey.� Tara runs her hands down Buffy�s back to clasp her butt cheeks gently.

Buffy growls hungrily as Tara slides a thigh firmly between her legs. Closing the distance between their lips, Buffy captures Tara�s in a firm, carnal kiss. The two women searching out each other�s mouths as their bodies press against each other hard. Finally working her way down Tara�s neck, after they end the kiss to drag much needed oxygen into their starved lungs, Buffy nips lightly on the Wicca�s pulse point. Hearing the low groan coming from Tara, Buffy smirks and pushes her top slightly to give herself more skin to work on, nibbling along the collar bone while dragging a hand down to wiggle its way under the woman�s top, caressing firmly over the warm skin.

�Planning on taking me here against the door? Or do you want to move this to a more comfortable place?� Tara chuckles as Buffy jerks her head up, her face beet red. �Honey, I�m game either way. I just thought with this being our first time together, a more comfortable spot wouldn�t go amiss. We can come back to a wall, door or whatever else you can think of later.�

Buffy whimpers and buries her face against Tara�s neck in embarrassment. �Are you trying to embarrass me on purpose?�

�No. If I was trying to embarrass you on purpose, I�d drag your ass out in the hallway and ravage you in front of everybody. And the people have a tendency to come stumbling in starting now, from being out partying all night.� Tara gently eases Buffy backwards towards her bed.

�You wouldn�t?� Buffy looks up at Tara�s mischief filled eyes. Opening her eyes wide, Buffy�s mouth drops open. �You would!�

Tara grins crookedly at the slayer. �I wouldn�t do it to embarrass you, but in the heat of the moment, I might do something like that. You have a tendency to short-circuit my brain waves when we�re together, honey. I like to forget where we�re at.� Tara admits as she stops with them standing beside her bed.

Tilting her head, Buffy raises an eyebrow in consideration. �How about in public on purpose?� Seeing the frown of confusion on Tara�s face, Buffy sniggers. �Say you go out on patrol with me one night, and things are quiet�� Buffy wiggles her eyebrows as she leans in to kiss Tara�s ear.

�I guess you�ll have to try it and see.� Tara chuckles before groaning as Buffy captures her earlobe and starts to suck on it.

�Count on it.� Buffy growls into Tara�s ear as she starts to work the Wicca�s shirt up her body, her fingertips dragging over the warm skin. Her knees almost buckle when she comes into contact with warm, soft flesh. �I�m not the only one not wearing a bra.�

�Hmmm. No, you�re not. But I was getting ready for bed.� Tara murmurs, whimpering quietly as Buffy�s fingers stroke softly on the flesh where it meets her ribs.

Buffy chuckles wickedly. �So was I.� Grinning as Tara laughs. �Can I?� Buffy finally looks at Tara as she tugs gently on the top.

�If I get to return the favor.� Tara�s hands play over the slayer�s top, her fingers sliding one button through the hole quickly.

�I�d say we strip and jump in bed so I can start worshipping your body, but that�s not very romantic.� Buffy admits softly.

�It could be.� Tara whispers as she eases back from Buffy, quickly lighting a couple more candles before going to turn the lights off. Turning back, Tara closes the distance slowly between her and Buffy, smiling softly.

Buffy watches as Tara slowly starts to ease her clothes off. Swallowing hard as the blonde Wicca�s body comes into view. Her hands starting to shake as she tries to keep them from reaching out to touch the pale, firm body being uncovered before her eyes.

Tara raises an eyebrow as she watches the sweat start to pop out over the slayer�s face as she finishes pulling her shirt off, tossing it in the corner. As she starts to push her pants down over her hips she quirks her lip as she watches Buffy�s hands start to shake and finally clench tightly. �Do you want me to stop?� Tara questions softly, her pants just past the swell of her hips.

It takes Buffy a moment to realize that Tara was speaking to her, and another few minutes to realize what she asked. Jerking her eyes from the Wicca�s desirable body, she looks into serious blue eyes. �God, no!� Buffy shakes her head vehemently. �What would make you ask that?� Buffy�s eyes are wide as she looks at Tara.

�You seem to be extremely nervous. You�re clenching your hands into fists and you still have your clothes on.� Tara points out quietly.

�Nervous, maybe a little. More like my blood is pounding through my veins faster than I can ever remember it moving before. Hands are clenched to keep from reaching out to touch you.� Buffy stops here as she looks down at her body, realizing she hasn�t removed any of her clothes. �As for the clothes, that can be remedied in seconds.�

Tilting her head inquiringly at the slayer, Tara questions softly. �Why are you clenching your hands to keep from touching me? I think that�s part of the plan here tonight, isn�t it?�

Buffy slowly nods her head, as she bites her lip. �But I didn�t want to literally attack you while you were trying to get your clothes off.� Buffy finally raises her shaking hands and fumbles with the buttons of her shirt as she watches Tara slide her pants the rest of the way down her long legs, moaning quietly at the scrap of cloth covering the witch�s mound.

Tara bites the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing as Buffy�s hands have trouble with unbuttoning her shirt as they send one button pinging off the wall when the slayer jerked it loose. �Let me.� Tara licks her lips as she gently pushes Buffy�s hands away from the slayer�s top. Watching her own, slightly shaky hands work their way down Buffy�s shirt. As she finishes sliding the last button through the hole, Tara raises her eyes to look into slightly dilated hazel eyes. �May I take it off?� Tara runs her hands back up the edges of the shirt, placing her hands on warm flesh just above Buffy�s chest.

�Please.� Buffy whimpers, her eyes entranced by the lips in front of her, leaning in and capturing them even as Tara slides her shirt off, groaning in pleasure as she comes into contact with warm flesh under her hands and their breasts pressing against each other as she gaps the distance between them.

�Goddess, Buffy!� Tara cries out quietly after the slayer finally releases her lips and quickly works her way down her neck to kiss her way across her chest, nipping at the starting swells of the flesh there.

�I haven�t the slightest idea what I�m doing.� Buffy mutters as she finally captures a nipple between her lips, alternating sucking on it gently to stroking it with her tongue, to finally capturing it between her teeth to bite gently on the hardened flesh, smiling as she hears the sexy low groan coming from Tara. �So if there�s some comment, thought, suggestion, whatever� let me know.� Buffy continues before working her way over to the other nipple, becoming more confident in her ministrations at the groans and Tara�s hands grasping her head, pulling her in tighter against the breast she�s lavishing attention on.

�Keep� doing� what� you�re� doing�� Tara pants out in pleasure as Buffy starts to love her breasts even more earnestly at her words. Feeling her knees start to weaken, Tara�s surprised when she feels strong arms support her, picking her up to swing her around and lay her on the bed, the warm body settling on top of her, even as Buffy keeps up the suckling at her nipple during the whole maneuver.

Inhaling deeply through her nose as she works her way over to the other breast, Buffy whimpers deep in her throat at the smell of arousal coming from the Wicca. As she settles her body more firmly into Tara, Buffy drops her head against Tara�s breast at the wet heat pressing against her lower abdomen.

Tara unconsciously presses up into Buffy�s body as the slayer settles more firmly against her apex. Releasing the grip she has on the slayer�s head, she runs her hands down the strong back, digging her fingers lightly into Buffy�s back. �Honey?�

Buffy slowly raises her head to look at Tara, stunned into silence at the depth of arousal and love staring back at her from those blue depths. Seeing the question and hint of worry come into Tara�s warm eyes, Buffy shakes her head before leaning up to kiss Tara softly. �Sensory overload.� Buffy whispers smiling at Tara softly.

�Are you sure, honey?� Tara pulls a hand around to brush her thumb gently over Buffy�s bottom lip. When Buffy nods her head quickly in answer, Tara grins crookedly, a hint of mischief in her eyes. �You haven�t seen nothing yet!� Tara shifts, rolling them over as she looks down into surprised hazel eyes. Propping herself up on one elbow Tara tilts her head considering Buffy for a few moments. �You�re still overdressed, honey.� Tara murmurs as she runs her hand from Buffy�s mouth across her chest detouring for a few minutes to stroke softly over the firm flesh, her mouth starting to water as the dark rosy nipples harden down to little nubs. Plucking firmly at one of the hard nubs, Tara runs her tongue tantalizingly over her lips as she fights the urge to dip her head down and try to suck the whole pert breast in her mouth. It suddenly hits her that she doesn�t have to fight the urge, as soon as that thought works it�s way through her head, Tara shifts and dips her head down to swirl her tongue teasingly around Buffy�s nipple, moaning quietly as she feels the flesh firm and crinkle under her tongue before finally capturing flesh in her mouth, suckling firmly on the hard nub.

�GOD, Tara!� Buffy groans loudly as she presses up into the warm cavern. Her hands wrapping around Tara�s shoulders, her fingers squeezing gently. Whimpering as Tara releases the nipple, but moaning loudly as she feels a warm, wet tongue dragging it�s way over the rest of her breast and a mouth latching onto her flesh, sucking hungrily.

Tara finally releases the flesh she�d been attracted to, smiling at the red mark before placing a soft kiss on her mark. Her eyes search out Buffy�s hazel eyes, seeing the desire flaming brightly. �May I help take off the rest of your clothes?� Tara runs her hand down to play around the waist band of Buffy�s pants.

�Please.� Buffy nods her head quickly at Tara, frowning as Tara shifts off the bed. �Hey, didn�t want you to go away.� Buffy grabs Tara�s hand, tugging on it to try and get her back.

Tara chuckles and shakes her head. �In a moment, honey.� Tara eases her hand away from Buffy�s before running it down across the slayer�s abdomen, circling a finger around the tiny belly button.

�Tara�� Buffy growls as she feels the desire seem to coalesce directly under Tara�s finger.

Tara allows a small smile to cross her face as she hears the desire and light warning in Buffy�s tone. Digging her fingers gently into the slayer�s stomach, arching her hand to scrape her blunt, short nails over the flesh, Tara raises an eyebrow at the deep inhaled breath coming from Buffy while the slayer�s body arches up into her caress.

�Teasing the slayer is dangerous. You are aware of that, aren�t you?� Buffy growls, her voice deep with desire.

�Teasing is when you aren�t planning on giving satisfaction, love. And I plan on satisfying any and all of your needs.� Tara explains, in a low, intense voice, her eyes rising to show her seriousness as she looks into Buffy�s hazel eyes.

Buffy whimpers at the knowledge that Tara is very serious. �What if my need right now was for us to get rid of the rest of these clothes separating us, and for me to explore you?�

�Then that�s what you�ll have.� Tara murmurs, seeing the intense need in Buffy�s eyes for something she obviously wants and needs. Sliding her hands down to Buffy�s jeans, Tara quickly unbuttons the button fly jeans before sliding her hands under the jeans, watching Buffy the whole time as she pushes the pants down the strong legs, feeling the muscles flexing under her hands as Buffy lifts her body to help. Working her way down the bed and around to the end, Tara drops her eyes, breaking the eye contact with Buffy as she pulls off the slayer�s pants, before allowing her eyes to caress up the muscular legs to the completely bald mound, her legs weakening for a moment at the sight of the desire glistening on Buffy�s inner thighs and mound. Growling low in her throat, Tara reaches down and slides her panties off to kick them aside as she climbs into the bed beside Buffy, lying on her side she looks at the slayer. �I�m yours, honey.� Tara whispers as she kisses Buffy firmly.

Groaning at the desire the kiss flames to a hotter degree, Buffy runs her hand through Tara�s hair, holding her lips against hers as she deepens the kiss for a few long minutes, before easing away. �I�m yours, also, Tara. Do you mind that I want to�� Buffy frowns lightly and trails off as she runs her fingers through the blonde soft hair.

�That you want to be in charge? That you want to, hopefully, learn my body by touch, sight and feel? Goddess! That sounds like a dream come true, honey.� Tara murmurs as she strokes her hand gently over Buffy�s jaw. �Just know I�ll want to be able to taste, stroke and caress you at some time in the very near future. I want to learn every little area that makes you moan, groan, whimper and inhale with a kiss, a touch, a caress or nip.�

Buffy growls as the desire courses through her at the Wicca�s words. Gently pushing her onto her back, Buffy shifts and hovers above the blonde. �I am definitely going to be all for that, and very soon in the future also. Thank you for allowing me this.� Buffy finally whispers as she strokes her fingers lightly over Tara�s shoulder and neck.

�No thanks necessary, honey. A relationship should be give and take on both sides. I don�t mind you wanting to be in charge, and being the butch.� Tara grins crookedly as Buffy blushes lightly at her words. �But I also hope that you won�t mind when I may take the initiative and possibly throw you against the wall and have my wicked Wiccan way with you.� Tara wiggles her eyebrows at the slayer.

Buffy groans loudly and drops her head down to Tara�s neck. �I definitely won�t mind that. As a matter of fact, my mind is picturing all kinds of things, and I am SO looking forward to that happening.�

�You�ll have to tell me what kind of things you�re picturing, that way maybe we can make them bear fruit.� Tara chuckles as she feels the slayer�s face heat up as she blushes. Running her hands up and down Buffy�s back, Tara grasps Buffy�s butt cheeks and squeezes them firmly. �You are beautiful inside and out, honey. And you have an absolutely delectable ass.� Tara growls in Buffy�s ear as she digs her fingers in, squeezing more firmly as Buffy moans and presses against her.

Growling, Buffy nips firmly at Tara�s neck. �I�m allowed to touch, kiss and taste?�

�Anything, everywhere.� Tara arches into Buffy�s hand as the slayer strokes firmly over her breast.

Buffy lifts her head to look intently into desire filled blue eyes. �Let me know if I do something you don�t like. Please?� Buffy whispers seriously, smiling softly as Tara nods in silent agreement. �God, you�re beautiful.� Buffy strokes her hand up from the Wicca�s breast to cup Tara�s cheek. �I want to watch you, watch all the emotions cross your face while I touch and caress you.� Buffy admits quietly.

�Then watch.� Tara answers simply, looking into the beautiful hazel eyes.

Buffy groans and shakes her head. �I have a problem. I also want to kiss, lick and taste also!� Buffy drops her head back on Tara�s shoulder as the Wicca chuckles at her words.

�Honey?� Tara questions in a soft sing-song tone. When Buffy lifts her head to look inquiringly at her, Tara grins crookedly. �We can make love more than once, you know. And we have more than tonight to work with.�

Buffy blinks a couple times in realization that she doesn�t have to have it all tonight, no matter that she wants everything now at this moment. �Grrrr�� Buffy growls and captures Tara�s lips with hers, kissing her hungrily for long moments nipping at Tara�s tongue before easing back from the kiss. �I know that, but I want everything now.� Buffy pouts, her eyes twinkling.

�If we keep talking about it, it�ll be time to go to your mother�s for dinner.� Tara raises an eyebrow and looks over at the clock, trying not to laugh at the loud groan coming from Buffy at her words.

Buffy looks at the clock, realizing it�s already five in the morning. Groaning and dropping her head back in the crook of Tara�s neck, Buffy whimpers quietly. �It�s late. You�re probably tired.�

�I�m not that tired.� Tara grasps Buffy�s ass cheeks in her hands and squeezes them firmly. �And you have about thirty seconds to get moving, or I�m going to do what I want to do.�

Buffy jerks her head up and looks down into twinkling blue eyes. �What do you want to do?�

�Fifteen seconds, and you�ll find out.� Tara quirks her lip up knowingly at Buffy.

�Pain.� Buffy�s hand starts to trail over Tara�s chest again, playing softly over the firm flesh, while her eyes keep contact with Tara�s blue eyes, watching curiously as the blue slowly becomes darker. Gently squeezing the nipple she�s been stroking, Buffy unconsciously licks her lips at the low moan coming from Tara. �Sensitive?� Buffy questions softly as she gently scrapes the edge of her thumb nail over the hard flesh.

�Right now� it is.� Tara offers as an answer, a small smile crossing her face as she watches as Buffy�s eyes dip down to her breast before looking back up.

Buffy groans and shifts her body so she can capture the other nipple between her lips, suckling gently on it to begin with, her eyes still raised to watch Tara. Frowning as Tara shifts, Buffy lifts up off the Wicca and releases the nipple she�d been enjoying. �Tara?�

�Wait a second, honey.� Tara grins crookedly and shifts the pillows to prop her upper body up at an angle, while shifting her legs a little further open before hooking one leg around the slayer�s thigh to run up and down the leg. �Think this will work so you can do all that you want while watching my facial features?�

Buffy nods her head, grinning as she leans up and kisses Tara firmly. �Thank you.�

�Oh, don�t thank me.� Tara shakes her head, her eyes twinkling merrily. �I�m sure I�ll be enjoying myself immensely.� Tara chuckles as Buffy blushes. Running her hands through her soon to be lover�s hair, Tara strokes a thumb over Buffy�s cheekbone. �If all you�d like to do is explore and learn my body, honey, that�s more than okay with me.� Tara moans lowly as the desire continues to slowly build in her body. Even with the two of them stopping to talk and discuss different things, the slayer�s continued attention is keeping Tara�s desire active, or possibly just the fact that Buffy was here, is enough to keep it going, Tara thinks to herself.

Buffy�s frowns in confusion even as her hand continues to stroke softly over Tara�s body, fingers lightly tracing the Wicca�s abdomen. �I definitely want to explore and learn your body. But don�t you need��

Tara tugs gently on Buffy�s hair, grinning crookedly. �A little frustration�s never killed anyone, honey. I don�t normally get irate when I�m frustrated and horny, I just become more�� Tara lifts her eyes up to look at the ceiling as she thinks about how she wants to phrase it. �I guess I become more affectionate, no matter where we would be at.�

Buffy�s eyes open wide as she shifts so that she�s almost nose to nose with Tara. �Are you trying to say if you don�t have an orgasm, that you may be getting naughty tonight� at my mom�s house?� Buffy squeaks out the last four words.

Tara laughs and nods her head. �Very good possibility. Reaching over to pinch a nipple�� Tara runs her hand down to pinch one of Buffy�s nipples firmly, while grinning wickedly. �Kissing you whenever we are given a chance.� Tara presses her lips hard against Buffy�s nipping on the bottom lip before shifting back. �Grabbing a handful of your gorgeous ass.� Tara runs both hands down to grasp Buffy, pulling the slayer�s lower body hard against hers, growling quietly as she slowly grinds her hips in a hard circle.

�Sweet, Jesus!� Buffy groans loudly as both their wet centers rub against each other. Arching her back up and pushing her lower body into fuller contact with Tara, Buffy spreads her legs a little and rubs her body up and down before circling around. �Can we�?�

�Anything you can think up�� Tara moans loudly as on one of Buffy�s gyrations, the slayer grinds firmly over her clit. �Let me�� Tara quickly shifts the pillows so she�ll be able to lie down more comfortably before reaching down between them on the next rotation of hips, lowering hers for a moment as she separates her lips, pulling back the hood from her swollen flesh to reveal her swollen clit to its fullest.

Buffy lifts her body up to give Tara more room to work, whimpering as she glances down between their bodies, watching as Tara opens herself more fully. When Tara lifts her other hand to stroke over her body, separating her lips while sliding her clit between two of her fingers, Buffy jerks as she almost comes right then.

�So hard, so swollen.� Tara whispers as she looks down their bodies. �Lower yourself, love.� Tara whimpers as Buffy ever so slowly brings her lower body down and into contact with hers. Easing her hands from between their bodies, Tara trails them around Buffy�s hips, clasping her butt firmly. �Do what feels good.� Tara urges, as she does a small circular grind against Buffy.

�JESUS, TARA!� Buffy cries out loudly at the pleasure shooting through her body, her clit pulsing firmly on each gyration. Shifting her upper body up further, to put more pressure where their lower bodies were in contact, Buffy whimpers as Tara wraps first one leg around her then the other, urging her on with a hard rocking motion. �No-not mu-much more�� Buffy rocks faster and harder, feeling her clit pulsing almost continuously as she can feel the orgasm ready to burst from her.

�Al--most�� Tara body jerks as she starts to come, feeling the answering wetness coming from Buffy as they come within seconds of each other. �BUFFFFYYYY!� Tara cries out her release as the slayer grinds into her one more time before collapsing on top of her.

�Goddd�..� Buffy whimpers, burying her face in Tara�s sweaty neck after her arms give out on her after her release. Feeling both their bodies flinching with aftershocks of their releases, Buffy presses her mouth to Tara�s neck, listening to the Wicca�s fast heartbeat and heavy, panting breaths coming from her mouth.

Tara whimpers quietly as she presses her lips to the top of Buffy�s head as she finally loosens her legs from around Buffy, sliding her legs up and down the slayer�s legs as she runs her fingers soothingly over the strong back flinching and quivering under her caresses. Trying to get her breathing under control, Tara hugs Buffy firmly for a few minutes, smiling as she feels the slayer pressing her lips softly over her neck.

�Sleep?� Buffy finally questions hoarsely, smiling as she hears the chuckle coming from her lover.

�If you and I both want to be slightly coherent later today, it might be a good idea.� Tara explains quietly, groaning as Buffy slowly shifts from her body. Looking up curiously at Buffy, Tara tilts her head.

�Covers.� Buffy answers simply as she rolls off the bed, helping Tara up before pulling the covers down. �Which side do you sleep on?� Buffy questions shyly.

�Either, honey. I�m not particular.� Tara smiles as Buffy slides into the bed. Quickly blowing out the candles, Tara eases in beside the slayer surprised when she feels lips capturing hers in a loving, tender kiss. Moaning quietly as she opens her mouth to the questing tongue that strokes softly and gently over hers, Tara buries a hand in the slayer�s hair even as Buffy eases her body firmly against hers as they slowly end the kiss.

�Damn.� Buffy mumbles, blinking her eyes as she tries to force back some of the desire that�s blasted to the surface again. �Was just planning on a simple good night kiss, but� damn!�

Tara laughs quietly as she tries to get her libido under control, running her hand lovingly through the blonde hair.

�Sleep.� Buffy grumbles, sighing quietly.

�Come here.� Tara eases onto her back, urging Buffy to her, smiling as the slayer throws an arm around her waist, a leg over her thighs and snuggles against her side without any more urging.

�Tara?� Buffy whispers as she rubs her cheek over Tara�s shoulder, unconscious of her hand that�s stroking up Tara�s side, playing over the flesh of the Wicca�s breast.

�Yes, honey?� Tara answers softly, closing her eyes and enjoying the slayer�s soothing caress.

�I could fall deeply and completely in love with you.� Buffy presses her lips against Tara�s shoulder as she closes her eyes, settling down to hopefully get a few hours sleep.

�Oh, sweetie.� Tara hugs Buffy firmly, running her fingers firmly over Buffy�s forearm. �You�ve definitely imbedded yourself in my heart, slayer.� Tara offers softly as she hears the slayer�s deep, even breathing as Buffy falls asleep. �I love you.� Tara more breathes the words than says them as she rubs her cheek over the top of Buffy�s head as she slowly relaxes to follow Buffy into a deep sleep.
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