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Warrior for the working day	By : LL72 Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 14794 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Warrior for the working day
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 5
- 6
- 7
Author’s note
Also starring
Lyndsy Fonseca as Zoe
Anna Popplewell as Emmy
*
It had been a long night. Buffy had stayed up to the small hours explaining her past to her daughters, neither of whom could quite grasp that there Mom had once been, not just a Slayer, but the Slayer. At first Buffy had stuttered over the story, unable to look her daughters in the eye, but as she came to the bit where Willow first started to learn magic, she realised that neither she or the girls had done anything wrong – they’d been under a spell.
As her tale of the past progressed she’d noticed something else; her daughter’s looking at her with a new sense of respect. Children one day reach the point when they begin to see their Mom as a person as well as a parent; Zoe and Emmy were just also seeing her a person who’d saved the world multiple times. By the end of the tale, Buffy felt that not only had she explained her past, but also she and her daughters had moved to a new relationship, not just parent and children, but friends as well. Not necessarily better, but definitely different.
Not that this was stopping Buffy making them all breakfast and chiding the girls to get up. Their adventures last night was no reason to miss school today.
Suddenly the television announcer stopped reading the sports results. He looked shocked, "This just in. Police in New Hampshire have been called to the prestigious Hannah County Academy, a mixed boarding school. Initial reports are saying that a massacre has taken place, more news as we get it."
Buffy shivered, some days she was just glad she no longer had her powers, other days she worried that she might still need them.
*
Sitting at the dining table of the hotel Giles sipped tea from a china cup. It was lukewarm and weak, and the waitress had insisted not only in spooning sugar in it, but addressing him as if he was her favourite Grandparent. Giles sighed inwardly, the curse of living among heathens.
He looked up as Kennedy and Willow came in, stopping briefly to give the waitress their orders. Kennedy was dressed in jeans and T-shirt, with dark cowboy boots. If you didn’t know they were sharing the same room you would not have guessed that she was the lover of Willow, who had tied her hair up primly and was wearing a smart business suit.
"Hi Giles, good trip?" Willow drew out a chair and sat down.
"It rained," said Giles, as a way of explanation.
"It does that sometimes," said Kennedy, few of the Slayers would have had the nerve to speak to the Grand Master of the council like that, but she had known him a long time and anyway, she was sleeping with Willow which gave her certain latitude.
"Did you see Buffy?" Giles gave a ghost of a smile, remembering the pretty teen who had been almost like a daughter to him, twenty years before.
"Yes," there was a trace of sadness in Willow’s voice, "Your theory was right – she’s no longer a Slayer."
Giles nodded, "As I thought – without constant training the Slayer genes are subdued and eaten by their weaker brethren. It is as the old legends said," he sighed, Buffy always was headstrong and when she announced she was retiring nothing Giles could say would stop her, but he still wondered if he’d said a different phrase or used a different approach whether Buffy would still be in the arms of the Slayers, leading the Council in its constant fight against evil.
He was brought back to the present by Willow starting to speak again, "Her two daughters are potentials."
Giles raised his eyebrows and bit into a slice of toast, it was soggy. He swallowed it as swiftly as he could and put the remainder on a plate, covering it with a napkin, "Interesting. I won’t ask how you confirmed that."
Kennedy and Willow grinned at each other. Giles’ phone rang. He picked it up, "Mr President… yes I’ve seen the news… my Slayers are ready whenever you want to announce it… you’re ready now."
He put down the phone and called over the waitress, "Miss. I understand the President is about to make an important announcement – could we have the television on."
The waitress looked round, the dining room was almost empty, she smiled and nodded, "Certainly sir, I’ll make sure I turn up the volume."
Giles grimaced as Kennedy and Willow tittered.
It was perfect timing, even as the screen went on an announcer was introducing the President.
He came up onto the stage, his face was grave and he held the lectern tightly as if controlling a strong emotion. He opened his mouth let out a deep breath and closed it again, to most of the audience at home he seemed to be a man struggling to control his emotions and wracked by tragedy. To Giles and Willow who knew him, he came over as a strong contender for the Oscars.
"Fellow citizens, I come to speak to you with a heavy heart. Even as I stand here I do so in the knowledge that yet another horrendous atrocity has been committed by demonic forces, innocent lives cut down in their youth, children murdered by blood crazed fiends.
"For many years demons lived secretly amongst us, sometimes creeping out of their dark holes to murder, main and mutilate. We were protected by small bands of Slayers, a secret council dedicated to protecting us from the dark schemes of an evil enemy.
"In recent years demons, these vile creatures have become more resolute, more ruthless, more dedicated to destroying our way of life. The Slayers were forced to come out into the open, to openly combat the dark contagion of these satanic beasts. And I salute them – their bravery, their virtue, their dedication.
"But the Slayers are being overwhelmed. These terrible, no unbelievably, wicked murders are just the first step to enslave humanity, to make us no more than cattle or even worse. The Slayers must act, but they need our help.
"When our Founding Fathers said that all men were created equal, they put the emphasis on the word men. For all their wisdom, they did not realise the evil that walked among them. I do not believe that they meant for human rights to be enjoyed by devils. From today all demons, non-humans are to be immediately arrested and then, humanely destroyed. I am putting the full resources of the Armed Forces and Federal Law Enforcement Agencies behind the Slayers in this, their most holy task.
"But I must ask for a further sacrifice. Many of you have daughters with the potential for Slayers. For many reasons, some pure, some selfish, you have not allowed these young women to join the Slayers. I have today signed a further decree, authorising the Slayer’s Council to conscript any young woman of potential.
"May we be granted peace after our long night. I wish you all health and happiness, and that we see better times.
"Thank-you,"
He walked off the stadium. The journalists stood and roared their approval. Giles looked at his watch, "I suppose we better get the arrest squads going hadn’t we."
*
"Coming," called Dawn. She wrapped her gown tighter around herself. It was typical, her first day off for months and someone started banging on her door, ruining her much hoped for lie in.
She opened it, "Tara," she gasped.
The blonde smiled at her, "Hi Dawnie, how are you?"
"Fine thank you very much," replied Dawn politely, as her brain kicked into gear, "You’re dead," she said and fell to the floor in shock.
"Are you going to invite me in?" asked Tara, a slow smile spread across her face.
"Are you a vampire?" asked Dawn, ignoring the sun outside and that she’d seen Tara shot.
"I’ll take that as a yes," said Tara and stepped over the threshold. She leant down and helped up a shaken Dawn.
She still had the youthful looks of someone in their early twenties, her blonde hair was slightly longer, but still in a style which had been unfashionable twenty years before. Her smile was the same as Dawn remembered, the half-innocent, half wanton curl of the lips that Dawn had always found so alluring.
"How’s things?" asked Tara politely as she helped Dawn into the main room.
"Er, good," replied Dawn, "How was er, heaven?"
"Almost perfect," replied Tara and sat down on the sofa beside Dawn, "I looked down on you from time to time."
"You can do that?" asked Dawn, suddenly turning red.
"Yep, it’s certainly interesting. I can’t believe you let Anya take you up the ass?" Tara grinned.
Dawn went even further red and looked down at her feet, "I was drunk, she were lonely – it just happened."
Tara grinned, "And does Buffy know about your porn shoots when you were in university?"
Dawn inwardly grimaced, she had thought no-one knew about them.
"Don’t worry, Dawnie, I’m just teasing," Tara’s gave a small laugh and the brunette relaxed, giving her old, dead, friend a smile.
"How did you come back, I was at your funeral," asked Dawn.
Tara shrugged, "It’s a long story, and truth to tell I’m not ready to tell it yet."
Suddenly Dawn had a thought, "Are you sure your not still dead?"
Tara leant forward and her lips pressed against Dawn’s, they were wet and her skin was warm as she ran a hand over the brunette’s thigh. Her mouth opened and for a delicious few seconds dawn felt her tongue probing at the tiny gap between Dawn’s lips. But even as Dawn fully opened her mouth to reciprocate Tara drew back, "Does that feel like a kiss of the dead?"
"No," said Dawn, "but a little bit more confirmation won’t hurt…"
They moved together and this time both opened their mouths in unison, there tongues flicking against each other like two snakes fighting. Tara’s hands slipped under Dawn’s robe and Dawn shivered with lust as they ended on her tits, squeezing and pumping at the naked flesh. Dawn didn’t resist as one of Tara’s hands came down and gently slid open the knot holding on her robe. With a shake Dawn dropped the robe to the sofa, her tongue still enclosed with Tara’s.
She only broke the kiss when Tara slid a couple of fingers into her cunt. Dawn gasped in surprise, quickly turning the sound into a moan of pleasure. Feeling Tara’s fingers within her after all these years was as close as Dawn had got to heaven, though from the way Tara played with the bud, she briefly wondered if the blonde’s years in heaven had been as chaste as Dawn had originally thought they would be.
"Oh Tara," she whined, "please make me cum."
Tara licked her lips and looked down, Dawn followed her gaze. She watched in fascination as Tara’s fingers rammed in and out of her cunt, in a shocking blur. Sparks of unimaginable feelings, rushed through her body, tearing into her brain with the impact of meteorites. Closing her eyes, Dawn let the sensation take hold of her complete.
"Yeesssss, ohhhh mmmyyyy… aaaargh," the orgasm bit deep within her core, wrecking her ability to talk coherently racing from her body. Instead she just screamed and thrashed her body up and down.
Dawn became dimly aware that Tara had stopped and was holding up a couple of dripping fingers beside her mouth. Dawn opened up, letting Tara push them in. She sucked at them until the taste of juice was sucked off. Then she opened her mouth and leant back.
"I guess you’re not dead," Dawn admitted, "Or if you are I’m not sure I care."
Tara rubbed a hand over up Dawn’s thigh, there was a tingling sensation on Dawn’s skins as the fingers gently massaged her flesh.
"Can you remember what you said when we fucked the last time?" asked Tara.
"Yes," whispered Dawn.
"What did you say?" Tara’s fingers crept higher.
"I’m your bitch," Dawn’s voice was scarcely audible, but she felt her excitement beginning to rise again, and not just from the blonde’s touch.
"Are you still?" Tara’s voice was quiet and dawn could here the need in it, it was almost as great as her own.
"Yes," her voice returned to her normal volume, as she knew that whether Tara was alive or dead, she still loved her and that her years of casual encounters, had just been a way to fill the void Tara had left.
Dawn slid Tara’s dress up and then stopped. She had expected a pair of panties, perhaps a thong or if she was really lucky a bare slit. Instead Tara was wearing a strap-on, the cock was taped up to her midriff so it didn’t spring free.
"You were confident," Dawn said as she pulled of the tape, allowing the dildo to drop back into position.
"When I was looking down and seeing you being taken up your ass by all your other lovers, I was jealous. I’ve been looking forward to this for twenty years," replied Tara.
Dawn dropped to her knees. The cock bounced as she pushed Tara’s thighs apart and moved between them. She opened her mouth and licked the tip, before moving forward and engulfing as it with her lips. Slowly she bobbed back and forth, her eyes looking upwards, enjoying the lustful look off her lover. Gradually she took it deeper, until she could feel the end batting against her tonsils. She forced back the urge to gag and leant forward, until the cock was pushing down her throat. Her eyes watered and she couldn’t stop herself gagging, as she almost choked. She held on as long as she could then draw back. The dildo was soaked with her saliva, and Dawn was satisfied with its lubrication.
"Where do you want me?" she asked.
"Here," said Tara, "If I don’t fuck you now I’m going to explode."
Dawn lay face down on the carpet, it’s woolly tufts tickled pleasantly against her skin. Her hands moved up to her cheeks and she started to pull them apart. She could feel Tara’s naked thighs as the blonde started to move on top of her, one of Tara’s hand tightly gripped at her waist and Dawn guessed the other was holding the cock guiding it in.
It seemed to take forever before she felt the tip of it against her back passage. But once Tara had pushed in the top she didn’t stop, continuing to go down until Dawn felt her weight crushing on top of her. It was good – the slight pain of the cock was nothing compared to the intensity of its feeling against her secret zone, nor the feeling of Tara’s hard nipples brushing against her back.
Then Tara’s weight moved off her as the blonde levered herself up. When she crashed down again, micro-seconds later, Dawn couldn’t help but let loose a cry of excitement. The cock brushed down through her hole, sending trembling sensations wherever it grazed against her flesh.
"Fuck me Tara," cried Dawn, "I’m your bitch, I’m your bitch."
Tara didn’t reply, her only sounds were tiny grunts of exertion as she rammed in and out of Dawn. The brunette felt each slam push her into the carpet, rubbing her slit against the wool. Her cunt began to get damp again, staining the flowery patterns with her jizz. Each time Tara came down her sweat rubbed onto Dawn’s skin, gradually trickling down, leaving tiny grooves of water where it had been.
The orgasm poured into Dawn, she screamed and shook as the jolts of pure pleasure wrapped their fingers round her.
"Aaaaarrggghhh, oh yesssss," she screamed. Tara dropped on her one last time, then lay still, kissing the back of Dawn’s neck lightly.
"Worth the wait?" she finally said.
Dawn nodded, "Yes, it was worth it."
*
The back streets of the small suburban town were not used to vans careening through them. Faith was aware of a trail of bumps, beeping horns and swearing drivers being left in her wake. She cursed her own stupidity, she hadn’t expected Giles to move so fast.
She screeched round the corner of the avenue and again muttered an oath. She wasn’t too late, but she wasn’t early enough to complete her mission without a fight either.
In front of Buffy’s house two deputies were holding back a screaming Buffy. She was desperately trying to free herself from their grasp as two slayers dragged her daughters towards a car. A third Slayer was standing hands on hips, looking between the Mom and her daughter’s ready to sweep towards any of them if their handlers couldn’t hold them.
She looked up as the van approached. Faith opened the driver’s door and swerved round. There was a clunk as it hit the Slayer sending her spinning to the floor. Faith braked and jumped out, one of the other Slayers had let go of Zoe. The teen was half walking, half crawling towards her Mom as the Slayer approached.
Faith’s elbow shot out, she heard the satisfying crunch of bone breaking. The Slayer staggered back holding her broken nose, even as she straightened out and started to come forward again. Faith’s foot shot out.
It cracked into the Slayer’s knee and the teen screamed in agony as it dislocated. She fell to the ground and Faith kicked her again, this time in the head. The Slayer lapsed into unconsciousness.
The third Slayer leapt on Faith’s back. Faith could feel the teen trying to pull her backwards and snap her spine. Faith somersaulted, the Slayer held on.
It was a bad mistake by the younger woman; when they landed Faith was the one on top. She slammed punch after punch into the Slayer’s face, until the bloodied Slayer was lying moaning on the floor.
A bullet whistled past her head. One of the deputies had let go off Buffy and was pointing a pistol. Faith ran towards him, knowing he would get off a second shot. She somersaulted as he fired.
The bullet scraped through her jacket, leaving a smouldering hole. The ground came back up quicker than Faith hand anticipated. She landed awkwardly, tumbling onto the ground. The deputy’s pistol was pointed directly at her. He squeezed the trigger.
Just as Buffy grabbed his arm and pushed it. She didn’t move it by much, but it was enough. The bullet ricocheted of the pavement, next to Faith and zinged into the air.
The deputy slapped Buffy and aimed his pistol again, Faith scrambled to his feet.
Zoe brought down a plant-pot on his head. The Deputy swayed for a second and then fell face forward on the floor.
The second deputy, let go off Buffy. She drew her pistol and held it, she shook so badly she couldn’t aim and though she blasted off a number of shots none came close to Faith. The brunette disarmed the Deputy and almost gently kicked her legs away, whilst holding the woman’s arm.
The deputy screamed as her shoulder dislocated.
Faith looked around, the Slayers and the Cops were either unconscious or in too much pain to do anything.
"Faith… they wanted to take my girls… I…I" Buffy looked stunned, though nowhere near as shocked as Zoe and Emmy.
Faith gently shoved them towards the van, opening the back door and shooing them into the back, "We’ll talk later, now we’ve got to get out of here."
Gently moved those who were unconscious into the recovery position, then she got back in the van and reversed out of the road. She forced herself to stick to the speed-limit, painfully aware of police vehicles sirens blazing zooming past her towards the Summer’s residence. It wouldn’t take too long for a description of her to go out.
Outside of town she pulled up a small track and stopped the van. She turned off the engine, but left the keys in the ignition. Hopping out she opened the backdoor and helped Buffy and the girls out.
"I’ll take you somewhere safe," Faith reassured them.
"Where are we?" Buffy asked.
"Just outside town. The cops will be putting up roadblocks and looking for this van, pretty soon. We’ll need to hit cross country."
She reached into the back and pulled out some rucksacks, helping Buffy and the others into them. Then she pulled the largest on herself and shut the door.
"Head that way," Faith pointed down the track, "I’ll be with you in a minute."
Faith waited until Buffy was out of sight and then speedialed a number on her phone. It rang for a few seconds and then a slightly breathless voice answered, "Hi Tara," Faith said.
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