Inevitable

by Kats

Copyright © 2003

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Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from Joss Whedon's characters.
Distribution: Forever Faith: /mysticmuse.net/faith
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Pairing: Faith/Tara

I don't know how long it's been happening now.

All I know is whenever our eyes meet, there is a smoldering shock of lust that rolls over me like a wave. My stomach contracts around the butterflies that flutter nervously.

Always, I look away first. I will let my hair drop over my eyes and pretend to read. I will sometimes stay frozen like this for minutes on end. I can feel the intensity of her dark gaze on me…heavy, like fog. If I reach my hand out to turn the page of the book I'm supposed to be reading I know she will see my fingers trembling. If I lift my gaze and once again catch her eyes, she will see the color rise to my cheeks and see the red blotches of nervousness painting my upper chest and neck.

She will feel the heat from me from across the table. She's able to do that being she's a slayer and all.

She is amused by me. I can tell. She likes it when I get nervous around her. Sometimes, she will stand as close to me as possible while everyone is standing around talking. I can feel her studying my long honey hair…my flowing peasant blouse, my full mouth. Often her eyes travel over the fullness of my breasts---breasts that I have always been so painfully aware of. Even Willow's gentleness has never fully cured me of my anxiety over my large chest.

"Tare-bear," Willow would coo over my breasts, "They're so gorgeous and plush…"

Sometimes, when Faith and I are alone (something that is happening more and more lately) she will say hardly anything to me and simply stare at me…a grin of self satisfied pleasure stamped openly open her full lips. As I move about the kitchen…on edge…so aware of her eyes following me from her perch on the counter…I pour my tea. As I take a sip, our eyes briefly lock and she licks peanut butter from her fingers, arching her eyebrows as she slides her fingers into her mouth…never looking away from me the entire time.

She makes me pause to catch my breath when I least expect it.

When the heat goes out and the house is nearly freezing, she wickedly suggests we all, "cuddle close," to keep warm…all the while smirking directly at me. Her comment is ignored by all but me…which is fine being that I'm the one the comment was directed at.

Her blatant interest in me is alarming. I suppose it wouldn't be so bad if I didn't particularly care about Faith one way or the other, but I can't help but react to her overtures. She intoxicates me. Her every move is painfully fascinating and I find myself forcing my eyes to rest anywhere but upon her. If I don't pull my attention elsewhere I would be staring at Faith every moment of the day. I am compelled to be aware of her at all times…her placement in a room. Where she sits. What she is doing.

I know Faith is aware of my feelings for her. My fear of this raw sensuality is part of my appeal to her. She knows that I am virtually 'untouched'. With the exception of Willow, no one has ever touched me intimately or watched me shudder in helpless pleasure as orgasm wracked my body.

When she looks at me, she is fucking me…or at least laying out the ground-work for her inevitable seduction. When she is staring openly at my chest, she isn't just looking; she plotting. She is deciding her course of action, how exactly she plans to suckle at my nipples and tease them into painful arousal. When I walk up the steps in front of her, she isn't just staring at my ass because she likes it's fullness, she is imagining how she will knead the fleshy cheeks and how hard she will be able to pull them apart before I shudder and moan her name.

When she asks me the simplest question and I stammer incoherently for thirty seconds, blushing and spluttering…she smirks at me knowing that her having me is just a matter of time. Her dark eyes twinkle over her cup of coffee as I grope for some sort of dignity as my cheeks burn brightly. I know she is imagining me coming against her thigh…grinding helplessly against her…sliding in my own wetness as she guides me against her by gripping my ass in her hands.

I know I will end up doing anything she demands of me. I know now when she finally does take me that my fight will be half-hearted. There is no avoiding what is going to happen between us. It's getting closer. It's just a matter of proper timing now.

One day soon I am going to come home and find her waiting for me; perhaps she will come looking for me. I will know immediately upon looking at her what is about to happen between us. There will be no where to run…even though I will try. She will take me with a patience that would be surprising to anyone who hasn't spent the past weeks staring into those eyes. Her touch will be gentle…yet persistent.

When she bends me over some object…be it the couch or the steps…maybe even the desk in my bedroom…and when she pushes her fingers into my dripping slit, she will do so slowly, but with determined force. When I cry out and moan, she will simply persist with her movements. She will make me work for my pleasure…making me rock against her hand in wanton movements that will make me blush even as I perform them.

I will lick her fingers clean…tasting myself.

I will find myself doing things with her that I have never imagined doing with anyone. She will push into me from behind…stretching the virgin muscle of my anus…making me burn with scalding heat from her touch. I will be burned with the rawness of this act…ashamed and amazed simultaneously at the needy grunts and moans that will float from my throat into the passion scented air around us. I will shudder and writhe…twist and stretch under the ministrations of her hands. I will spread myself to her however she wishes me too.

When she grinds against me I will rise to meet her every thrust. I will lap at her body eagerly…delighted that she has found me worthy of her attention. I will desperately try to make her feel heady passion for me…I will work to make her shudder and groan my name.

She will not disappoint, but she will only turn herself over to me for so long…then I will be hers again. Hers to have whenever she needs me. I will lay myself open to her at her every command and take outrageous risks simply to feel the pleasure she will bring to my body. I will allow her to make me hers in whatever way she desires at the moment.

It's just a matter of timing…and I wait nervously. My heart beating heavily in my chest. It will happen.

Even now as I glance up…I meet her gaze. Her knowing dark brown gaze. I feel the heat rising onto my cheeks again, and my stomach twisting in arousal. We are the only ones here, in the kitchen. Neither of us speaks for a while. I try not to look at her for fear she will know what I have been thinking, but every time I raise my eyes there she is. Each time our gaze meets she smiles bigger and bigger.

Finally she speaks.

"Tara…" her husky voice carries to me, "Come here a second." She cocks her head slightly and gently pats her lap.

Slowly, I rise…and I go to her.

It's inevitable.

The End

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