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The Rogue Slayer	By : Kinetickid Category: BtVS AU/AR > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 12311 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Tara chuckles quietly as she shuts the door, walking back into the room. �Did you enjoy that?� Tara questions the possum-playing slayer.

�You knew I was awake?� Faith hoarsely questions, opening her eyes.

�Yes.� Tara let�s a smile play across her lips at the surprised slayer�s look. �So, what do you need first? Something to drink, eat, bathroom or something else?�

�You offerin�?� Faith�s eyes trail over the witch�s clothes. �I gotta ask. You got anythin� besides long skirts and baggy shirts?� Faith looks back up Tara�s form, laughing at the look of embarrassment crossing the witch�s face.

�Faith, we�ll discuss this later. What do you need now?� Tara questions, blushing deeply.

�Need, want, come on. Close enough.� Faith smirks as Tara gets a stubborn look on her face and places her hands on her hips. ��Kay. I gotta go to the bathroom. And I know you guys kinda cleaned me, but I feel cruddy.� Faith admits, shifting her body around.

�That can be taken care of.� Tara nods, eyeing Faith for a moment. Pulling out one of her oversized t-shirts and a pair of her shorts, Tara grabs her sleepwear, consisting of a pair of shorts and tank top. Putting them in her small carryall, Tara grabs her shower kit. �Do I need to grab a razor or anything for you?� Tara glances over her shoulder at the slayer as she grabs the personal items Joyce had brought with her.

�I would say yeah, but I�m afraid of tryin� to bend over and shave.� Faith grins crookedly at the witch.

Tara chuckles quietly, going back and pulling out a fresh razor throwing it in the bag. Grabbing a couple towels and wash rags, Tara lays them on top before walking towards Faith. �Come on, sweetie. Let�s get you cleaned up.�

Faith eases her body off the bed, grunting quietly. �As long as I don�t move too quickly, it ain�t bad.� Faith admits, slowly standing.

�Uh, huh.� Tara murmurs, wrapping an arm around the woman as she helps her walk out of the room and towards the showers.   �Bathroom first?� Tara looks up at Faith, smiling as the woman nods. �You okay by yourself?�

�Yeah, I can handle going potty by myself, mom.� Faith grumbles limping the last couple steps into the stall.

�Smart ass.� Tara grumbles at Faith as the woman smirks and shuts the door. Tara walks down to the largest stall on the end, placing their stuff on the floor outside the large shower stall set up for just that purpose. Picking up the small wooden bench, she sets it down inside the stall, leaving the water off for now.

Faith eases out of the stall, smiling at Tara. �So, betcha didn�t realize you were gonna be takin� care of an invalid this weekend.�

�I didn�t expect to open my door to a broken slayer last night.� Tara admits as she helps Faith into the shower. Closing and locking the outer door, Tara helps her into the stall, leaning the slayer against the wall. Looking up, Tara smirks as she quickly unbuttons the slayer�s shirt easing it off the woman�s shoulders before laying it over her shoulder and sliding her hands in the waist band of the sweat pants, pushing them gently down the slayers strong legs, easing them off as Faith lifts her feet a couple inches with just a small grunt of pain.

�So, I see you�re getting me naked quick.� Faith wiggles her eyebrows at Tara when she stands, tossing the clothes into the little alcove behind them.

�Been there.� Tara smirks, before she removes the bandage on the slayer�s shoulder, inspecting the healing wound, front and back. �What the hell did he use?�

�Do you mean to tell me that you took advantage of me when I was unconscious?� Faith grumbles, frowning. �Some long spiky thing that came out of his arm.�

�Sorry, I was checking for wounds and trying to clean you up.� Tara tosses the used bandaging after the clothes.

�Nah, it ain�t that. It�s the fact that I was unconscious while you were doin� it that upsets me.� Faith smirks at the witch.

Tara raises an eyebrow at the slayer before pulling her own shirt off, tossing it in the alcove. Quickly unbuttoning and unzipping her skirt before sliding it down her legs, stepping out of the garment before unhooking her bra and sliding her panties off, tossing them after her clothes.

Faith�s eyes follow Tara�s hand movements as she quickly disrobes, as the pale flesh comes into view, Faith�s eyes become more desire filled with each piece of clothing that disappears. As the bra slides down arms to be flicked into the other small area, Faith can feel her mouth watering at the soft, large breasts topped with rosy colored aureoles come into view. As she watches Tara slide her panties off, Faith groans quietly at the narrow strip of hair being revealed. As Faith�s eyes continue to caress over the witch�s body, she realizes the witch hides a voluptuous, and absolutely gorgeous, body under those frumpy clothes.

Tara smirks for a moment, letting Faith look her fill. Tara finally allows herself to look at Faith�s body in more than a clinical way, letting her eyes slide over the woman�s high, firm, round breasts, down over the muscular stomach, slight hips, bald mound to the firm, muscular legs. As she looks back at the slayer�s face, she can�t help the little chuckle that escapes her lips as Faith�s eyes seem to be fixated on her breasts.

�Looked your fill yet?� Tara questions as she steps back, turning the water on, waiting for it to heat up properly before walking back to the slayer.

�No.� Faith finds it hard to speak, as she finally drags her eyes up to look into twinkling blue eyes. �Why do you hide your gorgeous body under those damn clothes?� Faith has to question.

�They�re comfortable and inexpensive.� Tara admits as she wraps an arm around the slayer�s waist, urging the woman over to the seat, having the slayer sit with her back to the water, letting the hot water beat down on her back. Turning around, she grabs her shower kit, bringing it into the large shower stall, placing it on the small shelf under the water as she unzips it, pulling out the new razor and the shave gel.

Faith closes her eyes, letting the water play over her body, almost wishing the witch had turned it to cold. When she feels a warm hand run down her leg, gently lifting it up, she opens her eyes looking at Tara. Surprised at the sight of Tara sitting in front of her, Faith frowns deeply when Tara sets her foot on her lap. �What�cha doing?�

�Shaving your legs for you.� Tara explains softly as she places a dollop of the shave gel in her hand before lathering up the slayer�s leg.

Faith stares at the witch in stunned surprise, rendered mute at the sight of the woman calmly and gently shaving her legs while sitting on the shower floor.

�Do you shave your thighs?� Tara questions looking curiously at the items in question. �I don�t shave mine, the hairs are so soft and fine that it�s a waste.� Tara allows her hand to run over the silky smooth leg, glancing up when she hears a low groan come from the slayer. �Sorry.� Tara eases her hand away.

Faith captures the hand, placing it back on her thigh. �You were fine.� Faith whispers in a husky voice. �Why are you doin� this?� Faith questions.

�You aren�t up to doing it yourself yet.� Tara�s eyes watch the varying emotions crossing Faith�s face.

�That ain�t what I meant, and you know it.� Faith growls quietly.

�I thought it was kind of obvious, Faith.� Tara smiles softly as she runs a hand over the slayer�s cheek. �Let�s get you showered before we run out the hot water heaters.�

�Yeah.� Faith watches as Tara stands. �Let me have the razor, I can shave the rest.� Faith accepts the shave gel and razor from Tara, shaving the rest of her assorted areas. Moaning quietly as Tara�s hands start working shampoo into her hair, Tara�s fingers gently massaging against her scalp and through the long strands.

�I had to trim some of the hair away from your wound. Not much, it shouldn�t even be noticeable to see, but you�ll probably feel it when you wash your own hair.� Tara explains quietly.

��S�kay.� Faith�s eyes close, enjoying the tender ministrations. �Tell me about you.� Faith states quietly.

�What about me?� Tara questions before shifting her body out of the way, allowing the shower water to rinse Faith�s hair, while she continues to run her fingers through the heavy mass.

�Brothers, sisters, who was the first person you loved, that type of thing.� Faith answers.

�Hmmm. No sisters, one brother, Donnie. He�s a couple years older than me. Same mindset as my father, we never got along. I�m assuming by first person I ever loved, you don�t mean family.� Tara chuckles as she hears the snort come from Faith. �Are you wanting to know who my first crush was, or the first person I had sex with?� Tara questions, her lip curling up.

�Damn, and they say I�m blunt.� Faith chuckles quietly, before groaning as her stomach protests. �How about whatever you�re comfortable talkin� about?�

�Hmm. My first crush that I remember was my third grade teacher. Her name was Mrs. Sanderson. She had beautiful black hair that hung straight down her back, with ice blue eyes. I always sat at the front of the class and would spend half the day daydreaming about her eyes and hair.� Tara chuckles as Faith raises an eyebrow at her as she tilts her head back. �Hey, I was in third grade! I was only eight years old.�

�Okay, I�ll give ya� a break.� Faith groans as she feels Tara start to wash her shoulders and back.

�This would probably work better if you stood up. You can lean forward against the stall while I wash your back, then use me to support you when I wash your front.� Tara offers quietly.

�You gonna spoil me?� Faith questions as she slowly stands, doing as Tara suggested and placing her hands against the shower stall wall.

�Let me move this.� Tara leans down moving the make-shift seat out of the way before walking back to Faith. Pouring some more shower gel on the washcloth, Tara washes over Faith�s back, slowly working her way down the slayer�s body, smiling as Faith spreads her legs wider. �I might spoil you. I might decide to be a major pain.� Tara runs the washcloth gently between the slayer�s strong butt cheeks before washing down the strong legs.

�That�s good. I can be a pain, also.� Faith admits, biting back the groan at the desire the woman is building inside her body. Knowing that the witch isn�t actually doing it to turn her on, but nonetheless it�s becoming a rising concern.

�I never would have guessed.� Tara chuckles quietly as she washes the slayer�s feet, smiling softly as Faith bites back a giggle when she runs over an obviously ticklish spot.

�So, Mrs. Sanderson was your crush�� Faith hints.

�Turn around.� Tara softly orders before soaping up the washcloth again, smiling into the obviously desire filled eyes of the slayer. Nibbling on her lower lip, Tara slowly starts washing the front of the slayer. �Toni was the first person I ever had sex with.� Tara, closes her eyes momentarily before easing the washcloth gently between the slayer�s legs, her eyes lifting to make contact with the brown eyes in front of her.

�So, Tony?� Faith groans, her hands clenching the witch�s shoulders gently while she tries her damndest not to rock into the witch.

�Toni, Antonia. She was my best friend growing up. We were fifteen and she�d found her older brothers stash of marijuana and decided it�d be fun to check it out.� Tara smirks at the look of shock coming across Faith�s face. �Yeah, well, it was only the one time. I haven�t done it since.�

Faith starts chuckling. �You smoking pot, hard to imagine. You seem so sweet and innocent.�

�Looks have been known to fool people.� Tara quirks her lip up, before kneeling in front of the slayer, washing the woman�s legs.

�So you got stoned and got laid?� Faith raises an eyebrow in question.

�Pretty much, we were smoking, getting silly. Started tickling each other, I kind of ended up on top of her. The next thing I know we�re kissing and hands are caressing various body parts.   We kind of broke apart looked at each other in surprise, before we slowly went into kissing each other and it continued from there.� Tara shrugged. �Here, let�s get you rinsed off.� Tara makes sure the slayer is suds free before urging her back out of the way to help her sit down.

Faith accepts the towel Tara hands her, slowly drying her body as she watch�s Tara quickly clean her own body. �Were you two together for long after that?� Faith questions quietly.

�A few months. She ended up getting this thing for a guy in the grade above us. Said it�d be easier dealing with a relationship out in the open, instead of dealing with our hidden relationship.� Tara finishes rinsing her body before turning the water off. Running her hands through her hair, trying to squeeze some of the excess water out before squeezing out the extra water from the washcloths, throwing them into the plastic bag she pulls out of her shower kit. Gathering her items, she takes them to the little room, setting them on the floor before grabbing a towel, drying herself off quickly.

�That�s shit.� Faith finally whispers.

�We were fifteen, Faith. There�s no way my father would have been okay with it. Her parents would have freaked. It is what it is.� Tara shrugs as she quickly pulls on her shorts and tank top before wrapping the towel around her head. Grabbing the clothes for the slayer, she helps her dress.

�You said your father, not anything about your mother.� Faith frowns, looking at Tara.

�She knew before I did, that I was gay.� Tara grins crookedly. �That�s part of why it was so hard on me when she died. She always accepted me as I was and loved me.�

�But she couldn�t tell ya� if you�re demon or not?� Faith questions, confused.

�Mom had a certain way of doing things, Faith. She always figured that sometimes it was best to learn things on your own. Like finding out I was gay.� Tara shrugs as she gathers their items, wrapping her arm around the slayer�s waist as they slowly make their way out of the communal showers. Tara nods to one of the girls that lives down the hall as they stop to brush their teeth.

Faith raises an eyebrow as the woman stares at them. �Take a picture, honey, it�ll last longer.� Faith chuckles as the woman turns around and leaves the bathroom.

�Faith, that wasn�t nice.� Tara mumbles as she finishes brushing her teeth.

�She was starin�. I don�t like people starin�.� Faith shrugs as she spit�s the toothpaste into the sink, before rinsing her mouth out.

�I bet you get irritated a lot, then.� Tara states as she tosses her toothbrush in her kit, accepting Faith�s and placing it in the holder before tossing it in her kit.

�Huh?� Faith questions as she turns and limps out of the bathroom, smirking as she feels an arm wrap around her waist and a hand squeezing her waist in admonishment.

�You�re beautiful. I�m sure people stare all the time.� Tara explains as she unlocks the door, helping Faith onto the bed.

�So, how are you about being out and proud, now?� Faith questions shifting her body back against the headboard, wincing slightly.

�Hasn�t really come up. I dated a girl last year for a couple months. But I think it was more of an experimentation stage for her.� Tara grabs a couple plates, dumping one container of the food with the red spicy smelling sauce on it for Faith, before throwing it in the microwave. �But it isn�t something I hide, it�s just been a non-factor.� Tara glances, smiling at the slayer. �What about you? Obviously not gay, but not straight either.�

�Nah. I pretty much like both. As I mentioned before, I�m more of a get some get gone kinda gal.� Faith accepts the plate and fork from the witch before quickly attacking the food.

�Never been in love?� Tara questions softly as she waits for her food to heat.

�Not real sure I know what that is. Part of my discussions with Mrs. S.� Faith admits.

�So, I�m just causing you an itch that needs to be scratched?� Tara questions as she curls up in the chair, gingerly blowing on her piece of chicken before popping it in her mouth to eat.

�FUCK NO!� Faith glances up in horror at the witch. �I mean, not that you aren�t causing an itch, but I ain�t plannin� on scratchin� it and disappearin�!� Faith frowns heavily at the witch.

�Good.� Tara smirks at the slayer.

�You testin� me?� Faith narrows her gaze on the woman. �I�m aimin� for this to be a proper relationship. Not just fuckin� you and leavin� you.�

�Good. As long as we understand this is going to be a relationship. I don�t want to hide anything. Just to let you know.� Tara states unequivocally.

�I ain�t got a problem with that. You know more about me than anyone else in Sunnydale. But I�d be more than willing to tell you everything about me if you want to know. I mean, I done told you the big shit.� Faith shrugs. �As for the rest of the crew, I think they already know something�s up, but it won�t occur to any of that crew that we like each other in the hot and heavy way. They�re to tight assed for that.� Faith chuckles as she thinks about Joyce. �Well, most of that crew, anyways.�

Tara frowns at Faith, trying to figure out who Faith�s talking about. �Mrs. Summers.� Tara finally comes to the conclusion, with the comments Joyce had made, the fact that Faith had spoken with the woman about them.

�Mrs. S is cool.� Faith smirks as she finishes her food.

�Here, let me get you some more.� Tara sets her plate aside, standing up to grab Faith�s plate piling some more food on it before throwing it in the microwave. �So, I assume she�s okay with same sex relationships?�

Faith chuckles at that comment. �Yeah, I�d say she�s okay with them.� Faith winces slightly, grumbling as she thinks to herself that she wishes the damn aches and pains would go away already.

�Here. I want you to eat your fill of food, then take more pain pills to get more rest.� Tara hands the plate to Faith.

�Had enough fuckin� rest.� Faith growls as she accepts the plate.

�Are you trying to say being cooped up in the r-room and sleeping all the time is irritating you?� Tara questions as she sits back down, grabbing her plate.

�The sleeping all the time thing is irritating me.� Faith admits.

�You need to heal, Faith.� Tara comments quietly. �The quickest way, besides making a trip out of town, is for you to rest and eat.�

�Trip out of town?� Faith questions, trying to remember if anyone had said anything about that before. �Yeah, Mrs. S said something about that.�

�Just to let you know, I re-charge over time, naturally. However, the amount of energy I used on you, I d-drained completely and needed more to finish helping out the worst of your wounds. The Hellmouth has tainted most of nature h-here inside Sunnydale. I had to go out of town to draw from natural sources, in effect, charging my batteries to come back and help you.� Tara explains quietly as she finishes her dinner, setting the plate aside as she watches Faith think heavily.

�So�� Faith finally smirks wickedly. �I got my own Energizer Bunny that can get a recharge whenever she needs it?� Faith starts to chuckle as Tara narrows her gaze on her.   �Okay, maybe not bunny. I�ll think of somethin�. How long does it take you normally to re-charge?� Faith questions seriously as she finishes her plate of food.

�Want some more, sweetie?� Tara questions softly as she stands holding her hand out for the plate. �Just depends on how deeply I dig into my stores of energy.�

�Please.� Faith groans as she reaches for the soda, holding her side. When Tara growls and grabs the drink, handing it to her, Faith smiles apologetically.

�Ask if you need something, please.� Tara admonishes gently. �More red sauce covered food, or do you want some�� Tara trails off opening a couple containers out of the refrigerator as they�d finished off the other boxes. �Looks like we have pepper steak, chicken fried rice, lo mein, and a couple things I can�t figure out what they are.� Tara chuckles.

�Hmm. Pepper steak would be good this time. Maybe a little bit of the fried rice to go with it.� Faith grins as she watches Tara dump a good portion of the steak and rice on the plate.

�Want me to brush your hair?� Tara offers as she unwraps her own hair from the towel, running her fingers through the still damp strands.

Faith blinks, realizing she still has the towel wrapped around her head, starting to reach for it, she drops her hands when Tara narrows her gaze. �Yes, please.� Faith sighs, grumbling mentally. �Just to let you know, I�m gonna pay you back. This ain�t exactly normal behavior of�� Faith trails off, frowning. Not knowing exactly what they are.

Tara chuckles at the confusion crossing the slayer�s face. �Friends wanting more would be the proper phrasing for right now.� Tara hands the slayer the plate, taking the empty soda can and tossing it in the trash, grabbing another soda out of the refrigerator as she walks back to Faith, placing it on the night stand. Unwrapping the towel from Faith�s head, Tara smiles gently at the woman before placing it in the hamper and grabbing her brush.

�Definitely want more.� Faith watches Tara as she walks around the back of the bed, still pulled out from the wall. �Why don�t you have this thing against the wall?�

�It was.� Tara let�s out a small laugh. �I wanted to make sure you didn�t jerk while I was s-stitching your head. So Buffy pulled it away from the wall, while Willow held your head and Buffy held your shoulders down.� Tara gently starts brushing the beautiful dark locks.

�So, you ordered those two around, huh?� Faith questions in between bites of pepper steak.

�Yes.� Tara admits, blushing. �I think I kind of shocked Buffy.� Tara bites her lip, debating on asking the slayer about her relationship with the group.

�I get the distinct impression you�re wantin� to ask somethin�.� Faith tilts her head back, looking at the serious blue eyes.

�I do.� Tara strokes the brush over the now tangle free hair. �You have absolutely gorgeous hair.� Tara runs a hand through the dark strands.

�Thanks.� Faith shifts around a little, uncomfortable with the compliment. �What�cha want to ask?�

�I�m not sure I have the right to ask.� Tara admits leaning down to place a soft kiss on the top of the slayer�s head, before going to put up the brush.

�Not hiding anythin� �member?� Faith watches the witch curiously.

�I know, but�� Tara frowns as she sits back down in the chair, tucking her legs up under her. As she makes eye contact with Faith, Tara sighs quietly. �Do they try to make you a part of their group, or do they just use you when they need you?� Tara finally questions bluntly, the anger noticeable in her tones.

�Don�t be mad at them.� Faith looks at the witch. �I�ve always been more of a loner, than part of the group thing. I kind of like being on my own.� Faith shrugs, wincing a little as her shoulder pulls, starting to feel the aches and pains more, as the last of the drugs break down. Placing the plate on the table, she continues. �Plus they�d been together a coupla years before I came on the scene. They already had their thing down. So no biggie.�

Tara sighs quietly. �So correct me if I�m wrong, but Buffy has Willow, Xander, Giles, and Riley to fall back on, while you have who?� Tara looks up, anger simmering under the surface of her eyes.

�Yo! Easy there. They�re there if I need �em. Giles is sort of my watcher, also.� Faith watches Tara, trying to figure out if she�s going to stay angry or calm down.

�But it�s more of a work-related way, not in a friend way. Who the fuck do you call your friends, Faith? Buffy has Xander and Willow that have obviously been her friends for years. Who do you have?� Tara leans forward, watching the slayer intently. �Who can you go to, to bitch about stuff, how crappy a night you had? Who do you have to share the happy times with? Anything?�

Faith realizes what�s making Tara angry, finally. Faith allows a huge, genuine smile to cross her face. �Joyce.� Faith starts laughing. �Believe it or not, Buffy�s mom let�s me talk to her about anythin� and everythin�. She�s like a friend and mom all rolled into one for me. She just said a while back that Buffy kind of keeps her out of the loop, never really lets her do her motherin� duties and such. I actually don�t mind. If it wasn�t for her, there�s no tellin� what woulda happened with me.� Faith finally admits looking down at the bed. �If she hadn�t insisted on me movin� in, stayin� with them, it could have ended very badly.�

Tara considers the woman�s words, knowing how hard it is for her, sometimes to be by herself, she couldn�t imagine doing it without the love and care she�d grown up receiving from her mom. �Your mom wasn�t a very good mother, was she?�

�Nah, like I mentioned, she was an alcoholic. Most important thing for her was makin� sure she had booze. Food and electricity came in second.� Faith looks up at the ceiling, as she shifts down in the bed, stretching out. Faith works on a little meditation to help her manage the pain working through her body.

Tara watches Faith for a moment, as she tunes into the woman�s aura. Sighing quietly, Tara stands gathering the other empty soda can and plate, putting them up. �Want something else to drink?�

�Water would be good.� Faith watches Tara as she silently works her way around the room.

Tara sits down gently on the edge of the bed, placing the water on the nightstand. Placing a hand on the other side of the slayer�s waist, she looks down at the woman.

Faith watches as Tara seems to be studying her, wondering what it is that she sees when she�s looking at her. Watching as Tara raises her other hand, cupping her face gently, Faith closes her eyes, leaning into the caress.

Tara smiles briefly at the beautiful woman, watching as her features soften. �Since you�re going to refuse to take the pills for a while, just to piss me off, I guess I have to distract you from the pain.� Tara murmurs quietly, leaning down and capturing the woman�s lips in a soft, tantalizing kiss. As Tara brushes her lips repeatedly against Faith�s, she finally captures the slayer�s full bottom lip between both of hers, gently sucking on it, before running her tongue over the captured flesh, finally releasing the slayer�s lip, Tara eases back away from the slayer. Placing her hands on the bed, on either side of the slayer�s shoulders, Tara watches as Faith�s eyelids slowly open, showing dark brown eyes gazing up at her.

�More.� Faith whispers, wrapping her left hand around the witch�s neck, urging her down. Groaning quietly as their lips come into contact, Faith runs her tongue over the witch�s lips, growling as she allows her entrance. Quickly delving her tongue into the warm cavern, Faith battles gently against Tara�s tongue, groaning as Tara captures her tongue and sucks gently on the muscle.

Tara finally releases Faith�s tongue, gently pulling back to place soft kisses on the slayer�s panting mouth, as she tries to get control of her own breathing, after the intense kiss.

�I�m gonna suggest blonde Witchy kisses for what ails a slayer.� Faith whimpers quietly, as she feels the witch�s hot breath cross her cheek as full lips kiss softly across her cheek towards her ear.

�Any slayer, or a particular slayer?� Tara breathes in the slayer�s ear, chuckling as she hears the disgusted grunt come from Faith. Leaning back, Tara smirks at the dark haired woman.

�Yeah, like B would know a good thing if it hit her upside the head.� Faith comments snarkily. �That woman needs to get that fuckin� stick out of her ass.�

�Hmmm. Talk like that around Joyce, do you?� Tara raises an eyebrow, laughing quietly.

�Actually, yeah.� Faith grins at the surprise on Tara�s face. �She and I thought it might be good for her to have fun, check out the different options there are instead of going from Fang to All-American corn-fed boy.�

Tara laughs loudly at that. �That�s priceless. You and Buffy�s mom talking about Buffy�s love life!�

�Not so much love life, as the fact that she should try being laid just for the hell of it. Maybe try a woman, you know, that type of thing.� Faith smirks as Tara pulls back, laughing even more.

�Oh, Goddess!� Tara wipes a tear from her eye. �Just imagining Buffy, with the way her and Riley are, even remotely being interested in a woman is unimaginable. You and her own mother talking about her being laid by a woman is just�hilarious.� Tara finally admits, chuckling. �Goddess, I think I want to get to know Mrs. Summers better. She seems like a wonderful woman.�

�She�s the best. B don�t know how lucky she is. Sometimes I just want to smack her and tell her not to take her mom for granted, ya� know?� Faith frowns deeply. �Our lives are pretty much forfeit, and we could cash in at any time. Both of us should spend as much time as we can with people we care about.�

�She is. She cares about Riley.� Tara sighs quietly. �Unfortunately we can�t always spend as much time with the people that we want to. If I could have, I would have spent every waking minute with my mother at the end, but she made me promise to continue going to school. She wanted me to make something of myself.�

�I�m sorry, babe.� Faith rests a hand on the woman�s thigh, stroking her fingers soothingly over the warm skin.

Tara allows a small smile to cross her face and wipes a tear from her face. �Yeah, me too. I need to run to the bathroom. When I get back I want you to take your pills and get some rest.�

Faith scowls at the witch. �I don�t wanna take anymore.�

Tara chuckles as she walks towards the door, opening it slightly, she glances back at the slayer. �The sooner you�re better, the sooner you can get more than just kisses. So, you might want to take that into consideration when you think about taking your pain pills and sleeping.�

�Bitch.� Faith grumbles, then smiles as Tara�s tinkling laughter follows the witch out of the room. �No fair, playing dirty like that.� Faith laughs quietly at the thought, that Joyce was right. They would make a good couple.

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