Chasing Daylight

Buffy smiles in her sleep as she burrows her face more firmly in her pillow. Feeling warm, loved and protected, she sighs as she shifts even deeper into sleep.

Tara smiles softly and strokes her fingers gently through Buffy's hair, as the slayer tries to do her best to flatten her breast. Stroking her other hand over the slayer's arm, that's holding her waist captive, Tara allows her eyes to slowly close as she drifts back to sleep.

Willow looks at Dawn and glances around the kitchen. "Buffy isn't up yet?" Willow questions, surprised as the slayer is usually already up and drinking coffee by this time.

"Nope." Dawn looks up from where she's eating her cereal and reading the Saturday comics. "Maybe she got in late."

"She's almost always up by this time." Willow frowns as she thinks about it. "Pretty much whatever time she gets in, she's up by 8:00." Willow glances at the clock that shows its 9:30. Deciding it might be best to check on the slayer, make sure she got in okay Willow quickly walks up the stairs.

Gently opening the door, Willow walks in, before stopping and staring in stunned surprise at the bed. It takes a few minutes for her brain to assimilate the fact that one, Buffy had company in her bed. Second that company happened to be another woman. Third the woman was her ex-lover, Tara. Fourth Tara had her arms wrapped protectively around the woman as they slept. Fifth Buffy's face was buried in Tara's chest. Sixth Buffy's face was buried in Tara's chest. As Willow realizes that she's staring at the sight of Buffy, obviously completely at ease with her face in her ex-girlfriends breast, Willow hisses out loudly. "What the HELL is going on?" Her voice becoming a high pitched scream on the word hell.

Buffy jumped out of Tara's arms, rolling off the bed and grabbed a knife from under her bed as she looked around for the demon that was obviously trying to attack them. As she slowly comes to the realization that there's no demon, she stands from her crouched position by the bed, ignoring Willow and looking into a pair of startled and extremely worried blue eyes. "I didn't hurt you when I jumped out of bed, did I?" Buffy questions, easing her hip onto the bed to clasp Tara's arm with her hand as the Wiccan shifts her body to lean against the headboard.

Tara shakes her head, before wincing in pain and raising her free hand to her nose. "I'm okay." Tara whispers.

"Except for the fact that some people can't knock on a damn door before barging their way into someone's bedroom." Buffy growls quietly under her breath, as she reaches for the water and pain pills. "Time for some more pills, anyway." Buffy drops a couple in Tara's outstretched hand before handing her the water. "I'll be back in a few minutes, rest." Buffy orders softly, staring at the Wiccan with her slayer gaze.

"Yes, ma'am." Tara quirks her lip up at the slayer, chuckling softly as Buffy winks at her. Sliding back down in the bed, Tara pulls the sheet up over her head and buries her face in the pillow, doing her best to ignore Willow.

Willow stares angrily at the two women, her hands on her hips as she unconsciously rocks back and forth. When Buffy made her comment about knocking on doors, Willow doesn't know whether to be embarrassed, or pissed that there was a reason, her ex-lover being the reason, that she needed to knock.

"Out, now." Buffy orders as she stands pointing to the door. Staring at Willow with an uncompromising look in her eyes until Willow finally caved and walked out of the room. Shutting the door behind Willow, Buffy walks back to the bed and pulls the sheet down from Tara's face. "I'm going to have a little discussion with Willow, then I'll be back. Would you like something to eat?" Buffy questions quietly as she brushes her fingertips over Tara's cheek, smiling gently at the Wiccan. Her breath catching in her throat as she notices the love gazing at her from the blue depths.

"I should probably get dressed and head home." Tara murmurs quietly as she looks into Buffy's loving hazel eyes, allowing a small smile to cross her lips at the look.

"No. You're staying here today and tonight. Then we'll see how you're doing tomorrow, for you to go back to the dorm." Buffy raises an eyebrow at Tara before leaning down and pressing her lips softly against her forehead.

"How about I come downstairs and fix pancakes after you give me the all clear?" Tara offers softly, not wanting to argue with Buffy.

"That, we can do." Buffy grins at Tara. "I think we may even have all the ingredients for pancakes. Maybe not much of anything else, but we should have them for that!"

Tara laughs at the slayer, shaking her head. "No food in the house, right?'

Buffy looks down guiltily. "Pretty much."

"If I'm allowed, maybe we can run to the store and pick up a few things." Tara makes the suggestion quietly, catching hopeful hazel eyes with hers.

"You won't have to twist my arm. Thank you." Buffy murmurs as she leans back down again, placing a lingering kiss on Tara's cheek. As she pulls away, Buffy softly whispers. "Can't wait till your lips are healed."

Tara laughs and winks at the slayer. "Neither can I to tell you the truth."

Buffy groans quietly as she eases off the bed, shaking her finger at Tara. "Be careful around the slayer, remember?"

"Uh, huh." Tara allows a small smirk to cross her face as she watches Buffy blush before she quickly leaves the bedroom. "Careful, my ass. I plan on devouring every last bit of you, when my lip is healed!" Tara growls quietly to the empty room.

Buffy whimpers quietly as she hears Tara's comment through the door as she heads towards the bathroom, not seeing Willow in the hallway. Quickly washing her face and brushing her teeth, Buffy looks down at her pajama's and shrugs her shoulders before she pokes her head into Willow's room. Not seeing the redhead she quickly trots down the stairs, raising an eyebrow at Willow who's pacing back and forth in the living room. "Where's Dawn?"

"I'm in the kitchen." Dawn calls out as she finishes the comics and folds the paper, heading into the living room. "Why? What's up?"

"Well, it seems your sister is fucking my ex-girlfriend." Willow snarls angrily as she shoots daggers with her eyes at the slayer.

"Shut the fuck up about something you have no clue about!" Buffy snarls right back striding towards Willow. "Did you even notice her bruised and swollen face? Her split lip that has three stitches in it? Or did you just notice that she was in my bed?"

Willow backpedals quickly at seeing Buffy's eyes narrowed angrily on her and her words practically hurling barbs into her chest. "I… I…" Willow shakes her head as she thinks over what Buffy just said, it dawning on her that she did see the bruised face, but it didn't really sink in.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." Buffy growls angrily, shaking her head at Willow. "And we are not FUCKING, as you so quaintly put it. I honestly don't think Tara would know what that is. Because I can guarantee you, that when we go to bed together to actually BE together, it'll be about making love, not fucking."

Dawn stands there frozen, in stunned silence as her eyes track back and forth from her sister to Willow and back again. Her mind not quite keeping up with what's being said.

"Last night, after Spike came by here and you so nicely let me know what he said, I went out looking for him. I found him at the Bronze, and cornered him about it. Tara was there with some friends, and happened to overhear what was going on. When he yanked me to him, she intervened on my behalf. Needless to say, I was walking Tara home, when Spike came out of nowhere and tackled her to the ground, backhanding her." Buffy holds her hand up as she looks from Willow to Dawn as she sees the question about to be asked. "Yes, his chip was working, he thought it was worth the pain to hit her, I guess. Needless to say, Spike is no more. Tara's face is pretty bruised, thank God, her nose isn't broken, but her split lip needed three stitches. I insisted she come home, so I could make sure she took her pills and rested for at least a day or two." Buffy crosses her arms as she turns her body to fully face Willow's after her comments. "Now, as for you. Tara and I are at the talking stage, right now. But I asked her out on a date last night, and she has agreed to go with me. If you have a problem with me and her, I suggest you get the hell out of here. Because, as far as I'm concerned, I can date whomever I want. And honestly, I want to date Tara. And for some unexplainable reason, she wants to date me. God only knows why, but she does." Buffy shakes her head before taking a deep breath and looking intently in the green eyes of her best friend. "So. Are you going to be civil towards Tara, or are you going to move out? Because I'm not going to have her feel like she can't be here, or stop by to see me, if you're going to be a bitch."

Dawn finally understands what's being said, before her eyes open wide and she stares at her sister in stunned surprise. As the thought of Buffy and Tara circles around in her head, Dawn starts grinning hugely. Tara had already explained to her a while ago, that her and Willow were definitely not getting back together. It had broken Dawn's heart at the thought of Tara not being around all the time. But Dawn had tried to be understanding and supportive to the Wiccan, especially after the discussions the two of them had had about her own problems, and stealing. Tara having taken her back to the stores and given back the items she'd taken, or helped her make restitution on the stuff that they either couldn't, or wouldn't accept back. It had been a humiliating and humbling experience, but it had made her love the Wiccan all the more for making her take responsibility for her actions. As Buffy's last comments sink into her brain, Dawn snorts and bites her lip to keep from laughing as two pairs of eyes turn her way. "I'm going to the kitchen." Dawn raises her hands and practically runs back to the kitchen.

Buffy turns her eyes from her sister back to her best friend, waiting as she watches the varying emotions crossing the hackers face. Not ever really knowing why the two women had broken up, just the fact that Willow had said it was because of the magic. Buffy has this gut feeling it was more than just the fact that Willow was using too much magic, or Tara would have been willing to come back to the redhead after she got control of it. But not wanting to cause problems, Buffy had never questioned either woman about what had happened, figuring that if they wanted her to know, they'd tell her.

Willow opens and closes her mouth as she continues to stare at Buffy, her mind having a hard time coming to terms with what the slayer had just told her. "So, you're telling me, either I need to be okay with this, or to move the hell out of my home?" Willow finally snaps at the slayer.

"No, what I'm telling you is that you will keep a civil tongue in your head around my girlfriend. Or you can move out of MY house." Buffy stares ungivingly at the redhead. "Your decision, Willow. If you don't want to decide right now, that's fine. Think on it. But I will NOT have you shooting daggers with your eyes at either me or Tara while you're here, and I will NOT put up with any snide comments or anything else coming from you. If you can't keep from doing that, I suggest you make yourself scarce for the rest of the weekend."

Willow clenches her jaw and stares hard at the slayer for a few long minutes. Seeing Buffy isn't going to change her mind, Willow strides out of the house, slamming the door shut behind her.

Taking a deep breath as her shoulders slump, Buffy drops her chin onto her chest and sighs heavily. "Nothing can ever go easy." Buffy whispers to herself.

Dawn stands at the edge of the living room as she'd come running in at the door slamming. Looking at her dejected sister, Dawn frowns heavily. Glancing up the stairs as she sees movement, she smiles quickly at Tara. Waving Tara down the stairs, she points towards Buffy before quickly turning and walking back into the kitchen.

Tara watches in stunned surprise as Dawn leaves the living room. Tying the belt of Buffy's too short robe around her waist, Tara quietly walks down the stairs. Tara smiles sadly at the slumped shoulders. Having heard pretty much the whole argument, and yelling match that had went on, as she'd hovered at the top of the landing, Tara knew Buffy's heart had to just about be breaking after the way Willow had acted.

Buffy whimpers quietly as a warm body presses against her and arms wrap around to pull her in tightly. Hooking her own arms around Tara's waist, Buffy buries her face against the Wicca's neck as tears slowly slide down her face.

"Shhh." Tara hushes the slayer as she gently rocks her back and forth, tightening her grip even more as she feels the slight shudder as the tears fall faster from Buffy's eyes, soaking her neck. "Oh, sweetie." Tara feels her own eyes fill with tears as she tilts her head against Buffy's, starting to stroke her hands up and down the lightly shaking back.

"You know, for once in my life, I would really, really like for something to go easy." Buffy whispers after a few minutes, and she finally gets the tears to stop flowing.

Tara closes her eyes and hugs Buffy firmly, before easing back, to grin crookedly at the slayer. "My lips not healed, but the rest of me is in working order. I'm sure I could think of something to go easy for you." Tara wiggles her eyebrows at the slayer. Releasing the breath she'd unconsciously been holding as Buffy laughs.

"God, Tara!" Buffy laughs at Tara's twinkling eyes. "I don't know about that." Buffy starts to joke back, a grin crossing her face as Tara's eyes look questioningly at her. "I slept with you and didn't leave the bed satisfied." Buffy smirks at Tara.

Tara raises an eyebrow at the slayer before leaning in to whisper softly. "I believe I said that they wouldn't leave MY BED, unsatisfied." Brushing her lips softly over the slayer's ear, Tara continues in a husky voice. "But I would be more than willing to consider the bed upstairs my bed right now, if you want."

Buffy whimpers loudly as the Wicca's words seem to settle deep in the pit of her stomach, even as a heavy throbbing starts a few inches lower.

Tara chuckles softly after Buffy whimpers and the slayer's body unconsciously pushes in even harder against hers. Running her hands down the slayer's back, Tara allows her fingers to caress teasingly over the starting swells of the slayer's butt cheeks.

Buffy groans and nips strongly at Tara's neck. "Don't, Tara. You're starting a very hot fire, and if you flame it, it just might burn out of control. Honestly, I would prefer you to be a hundred percent before we do this, because I don't think I could keep from kissing you, and I don't want to cause you any additional pain." Buffy softly admits as she gently disengages herself from the Wicca's arms, looking into the understanding blue eyes. "But I will definitely take a rain check."

"What quantity?" Tara questions softly, tilting her head and chuckling at the confused look in the slayer's eyes. "Figure it out, sweetie." Tara smirks as she winks. "Should I get ready to go to the store, or should I check out the grocery situation first?"

Buffy blinks at Tara, trying to figure out Tara's code as she plays over in her mind what she'd said. Something about a rain check… Eyes opening wide and a blush coming across her face, Buffy whimpers quietly.

"Hmm. Light bulb. Should I just put in unlimited?" Tara chuckles wickedly as Buffy blushes even darker, deciding to give the slayer a break, Tara works her way to the kitchen.

"Sweet God!" Buffy whimpers loudly as she works her way to the chair, plopping down heavily as she closes her eyes. "She's going to tease me until I'm a damn walking hard-on!" Buffy growls and throws her arm over her eyes.

"Hey, Dawnie." Tara murmurs softly to the teenager who's standing outside the back door.

"Hey, Tara." Dawn smiles, before frowning as she looks at Tara's bruised and swollen face. "Damn, he did a number on you, didn't he?" Dawn winces in commiseration.

"I'll be okay in week or so." Tara smiles softly. "How are things?" Tara questions, subtly hinting to find out what Dawn might think about what happened earlier, in particular what she thinks about her and her sister becoming an item.

Dawn looks into Tara's blue eyes, noticing the silent question. "You and Buffy?" Dawn questions unnecessarily. Seeing Tara's slight nod, Dawn grins. "Personally, I don't know what you see in her, but I will NOT argue. You obviously have tapped back into Buffy's protectiveness." Dawn continues seriously. "I was starting to wonder if she would ever feel anything besides anger and sadness. I think she was more willing to run away from a confrontation before, than stay and fight, Tara." Dawn admits, sighing heavily.

"It's going to take a while, Dawnie." Tara wraps the teenager up in a gentle hug. "She's getting there. You have to remember, what she went through was a major shock to her system. It's just going to take some time for all of her emotions to re-appear, and come back to an even keel, instead of switching from one extreme to another."

"Not so much the extreme's, it's going from being angry to not caring is pretty much it. I think that was the extreme. A switch on and a switch off." Dawn whispers sadly as she hugs Tara and rests her head against the Wicca's shoulder. "I just hope Willow doesn't decide to cause problems."

"You and me both." Tara agrees softly, as she sighs, closing her eyes. "It'll tear Buffy up inside, if Willow doesn't come to terms with this. They've been friends for so long…" Tara unconsciously trails off, as she silently starts to question the advisability of her and Buffy together, if it means the slayer losing one, if not two, of her best friends in the process. Knowing that if Willow decided to break her friendship with Buffy off, that there would be a good possibility that Xander would stick with the redhead.

"Don't." Buffy whispers quietly as she watches the obvious emotions crossing Tara's face, innately knowing what was going through the woman's head. As Tara's eyes snap open to make contact with hers, Buffy shakes her head, her eyes silently pleading with Tara not to leave her, as her eyes start to fill with tears again.

"Oh, sweetie." Tara whispers, realizing that Buffy knew exactly what she'd been thinking. Unwrapping one arm from around Dawn, she pulls Buffy into her side, squeezing her tightly. "I'm sorry. It won't happen again, I promise." Tara sighs in relief as Buffy wraps one arm around her back, while her other arm wiggles between her and Dawn's bodies to hold her, as if she was afraid she'd let her go.

Dawn looks up into Tara's eyes, seeing the pain before glancing back down at her sister trying to burrow herself into Tara. Realizing that Buffy needed something that only Tara could give her, Dawn raises her eyes back up to Tara's, silently mouthing the words 'going to Janice's until tomorrow'. Seeing Tara nod in understanding Dawn smiles briefly, she places a soft kiss against Tara's cheek before wrapping an arm around Buffy's waist and placing a kiss on the back of her sister's head. Quickly heading into the house to gathers her stuff together and head over to Janice's.

Tara shifts and wraps both arms around Buffy as the slayer presses against her. Running her hands soothingly over Buffy's back, Tara presses her lips against the slayer's head, uncaring of hurting her lip. "It's just…"

Buffy eases back and shakes her head, making Tara stop in the middle of her explanation. "I know what you were thinking and why you were thinking it. But, honestly, the only thing I want right now is you. You… this… us… feels right." Buffy finally whispers.

"Yes, it does. More than right." Tara agrees quietly, reaching up and softly running a hand through the slayer's hair. "Fuck my lip." Tara whispers as she leans in, caressing Buffy's lips softly with hers, pressing gently back and forth, before easing her tongue out to caress teasingly over Buffy's lips.

Buffy groans deeply as Tara's tongue starts to caress against her lips. Not able to resist, Buffy eagerly opens her mouth, darting her tongue out to flick against Tara's, moaning as they battle gently against each other. Getting a tantalizing taste of the Wiccan, Buffy forces herself not to press in to deepen the kiss. Slowly, the two women end the kiss. "God, that was a fucking tease." Buffy groans loudly and drops her forehead against Tara's shoulder.

Tara nods her head in silent agreement, as she breathes deeply, trying to control the desire racing through her. Her mind going in twenty different directions at once, Tara growls quietly before dropping her lips to Buffy's ear and nibbling hungrily. "Do you have the slightest idea what I want to do right now?"

Buffy's body uncontrollably jerks into Tara's as with her words, Tara reached down, grasping one ass cheek in her hand, digging firmly into the muscle. While Tara's sweet, honeyed tones put decadent pictures in her brain of the Wiccan nibbling every part of her body for hours on end. "What's going through my mind isn't going to happen with your mouth out of commission." Buffy pants heavily.

Tara moans incoherently, as she clenches Buffy's waist with one hand, while her other hand continues to dig into the slayer's muscular ass. "Maybe you do know what I want to do." Tara admits as she shifts her body slightly, sliding a thigh firmly between the slayer's legs, forcing them further apart from the brief opening that was there. Reaching down with her other hand, Tara pulls the slayer's lower body against her thigh, so she's straddling it.

Buffy moans incoherently as her mind slowly realizes what her body had already come to realize. The only thing separating her from the Wicca's warm flesh is a very thin layer of pajama bottoms. Not even aware of the slow rocking motion of her hips, Buffy kisses on the flesh of Tara's neck. As her lips find the Wicca's pulse point, Buffy swipes her tongue firmly over the skin before growling quietly as she feels Tara's heartbeat pound even quicker. Latching her lips on the spot, Buffy sucks hungrily as she rocks her body more firmly and faster, at the Wicca's urging.

Tara presses her leg even harder into Buffy before sliding her hands up to the pajama bottoms waist band, growling as she feels the slayer leaving her mark, Tara slides her hands down the back of Buffy's pajamas and clasps the slayer's clenching and unclenching ass cheeks in her hands. Feeling Buffy buck uncontrollably against her, and her ass starting to clench more frequently, Tara nods her head. "That's it, love. I want you to feel me. I want to feel you." Tara whispers, panting heavily in Buffy's ear. "This is about feeling good, enjoying and losing yourself in the feeling and wonderment. It's about caring and love, and feeling." Tara slides her hands down to the bottom of Buffy's ass, grabbing each wondrous globe in a hand, pulling gently but firmly, urging the slayer to rock as hard and as quick as she wants, while stroking her fingers over the flesh and between her cheeks.

Buffy groans loudly as she starts to do as Tara's urging her, unconsciously shifting her body further up and over the Wicca's hard thigh pressing her body hard and fast before tilting her head back and moaning loudly as she climaxes.

Tara continues to help the slayer ride out her orgasm, her own body twitching in commiseration with the slayer's as she feels her own desire escaping her panties to trickle down her thighs.

"Sweet, sweet, Tara." Buffy whimpers and moans as she slows her rocking down, unconsciously holding on to Tara for dear life as her body quakes and shivers uncontrollably.

"Oh, my love." Tara pants softly, burying her face against the slayer's sweat dampened neck as she feels the warmth of the slayer's orgasm damp against her bare thigh. "So, so lovely." Tara gather's the slayer's body against hers as she shifts back against the house, dragging the slayer partially up her, unaware of the fact that she's supporting the slayer's whole weight.

Buffy whimpers as she feels an aftershock ease through her body. "Can I stay here?" Buffy finally questions, her hands stroking over the back of Tara's neck, from where she'd wrapped them sometime during their love making.

"Always, my love." Tara softly rubs her face against the side of Buffy's face. "Always."

Buffy nods and closes her eyes, enjoying the warmth and love emanating from the Wiccan.

Chapter 4

Buffy blushes lightly as she slides down the short distance, easing her aching body from Tara's thigh. Having been wrapped up against the woman for a good fifteen minutes after her climax, it had finally occurred to her, that Tara was supporting her body. "I'm sorry." Buffy looks up into Tara's eyes, moaning quietly at the desire she sees burning deeply in the blue depths.

"What do you have to be sorry for?" Tara questions softly as she eases one hand from around Buffy's back to stroke softly down her cheek.

"For practically humping your thigh." Buffy blushes darkly and looks down, biting her lip as she sees the light shimmering off Tara's slick thigh.

"Hmm." Tara's hand drops down to her thigh, her fingertips trailing over the dampness as she watches Buffy's eyes follow her trailing fingers. "There was more than just practically humping happening, and I do believe I was the one that more than slightly urged you to that position." Tara quietly admits as she tries to gather some of the slickness on her fingers.

Buffy's eyes widen as she watches Tara trail her fingers over her thigh before Tara lifts the hand slowly upwards. Watching in stunned surprise as the Wiccan slowly sucks one fingertip into her mouth, groaning sexily which make Buffy whimper loudly. The highly erotic sight of Tara licking and sucking Buffy's own juices from her fingers, makes Buffy ache even more than she did before her climax.

Gently running her tongue over her lips after licking and sucking what she could of the slayer's essence from them, Tara watches as the obvious arousal flares across the slayer's face.

Buffy growls lowly as she watches Tara's tongue stroke over her lips, feeling a desire coursing through her stronger than ever before to touch, taste, kiss and even nibble and bite every body part on the Wiccan. Finger's itching to feel flesh, Buffy slides her hands from where they'd been clasping Tara's waist, to slide towards the knot holding the robe closed. When hands clasp hers gently, keeping her from finishing untying the knot, she looks up into blue eyes. "Tara." Buffy whimpers quietly.

Tara inhales deeply as the fire of Buffy's desires and wants, so obvious in the hazel eyes, starts to burn her inside. "For what you're planning, I think we may want to take this inside." Tara explains softly, watching as Buffy unconsciously shifts her head, looking at where they are.

"Damn." Buffy shakes her head lightly, coming to the realization that they were on her back porch, and she was about to attack Tara when anyone could walk in the back yard. "What the hell did you do to me?" Buffy questions seriously as her eyes land back on Tara's. "I have NEVER forgotten where I was." Buffy finally admits softly.

"Well, I know that's not the truth." Tara chuckles softly before urging them back into the house. Seeing Buffy's frown and questioning look, Tara raises an eyebrow before whispering softly. "Lowell House."

Buffy groans and blushes darkly. "Okay, okay. But that shouldn't count, there was wicked, evil things going on. That was NOT me, normally."

Tara raises both eyebrows as she blinks at Buffy. "So, you and Riley going at it every chance you got, wasn't you, huh? You're trying to tell me every time you two disappeared you went on patrol?" Tara crosses her arms, a smirk crossing her face.

"Tara!" Buffy whimpers, and looks down at the ground shaking her head. "One thing I can definitely state, quantity did not make up for quality." Buffy whispers softly, her eyes tracking up Tara's body, as she considers the feelings that Tara had pulled out of her so easily on the porch. As her eyes finally make contact with Tara's blue eyes, Buffy shakes her head vehemently. "NO! His quantity, Tara. It would literally take him hours to bring me to the point that you did in a few minutes." Buffy explains quickly, trying to set Tara's mind at ease after seeing the insecurity and worry in Tara's blue depths. Reaching up to cup Tara's face in her hands, Buffy ever so softly brushes her lips across Tara's.

Tara sighs softly as Buffy explains her comment. "I'm sorry."

"Shh." Buffy shakes her head and wraps her arms around Tara to hug her tightly. "I didn't say it right, Tara. I could have explained that a little better to begin with, so it wouldn't have caused you the worry."

"Its okay my love." Tara whispers as she relaxes even further into the slayer's arms. "He must have been doing something wrong, to take hours to bring you to release. The only time it takes that long when I'm in control, is if I'm wanting it to."

Buffy whimpers and presses into Tara's body at the Wiccan's words. "I don't know whether I like the sounds of it taking that long with you in charge, or the fact that you can bring me to completion quickly."

"They both have their pluses and minuses." Tara smirks as she gently scrapes her short nails down Buffy's back, chuckling as Buffy groans and presses her body in harder.

"Tara…" Buffy whispers softly as she brushes her cheek against Tara's shoulder as she thinks about last night… well technically early this morning and this morning. The look in Tara's eyes and the endearments the Wiccan keeps calling her.

"What is it, my love?" Tara questions softly pulling back to look questioningly at the slayer.

"That." Buffy nods towards Tara watching her intently. As Tara frowns at her, not understanding, Buffy lifts her finger to caress softly over Tara's lips, butterfly touches, so as not to hurt the Wiccan. "You've been calling me 'my love'." Buffy explains, watching as Tara's eyes soften even more, the love so obvious in their depths, that it humbles Buffy to realize she'd never been looked at that way before.

Tara gently urges Buffy towards the living room, sitting down on the couch with Buffy pressed up against her side. Silently considering how to start what she wants to say to the slayer, Tara strokes a hand soothingly through Buffy's hair as she thinks for a long few minutes.

Buffy tilts her head, so she can see Tara out of the corner of her eye, watching the thoughts crossing Tara's face as she thinks. Silently deciding to wait, and let Tara order her thoughts, knowing that the woman has a tendency to only talk after she knows exactly what she's going to say.

"I'm going to go back quite a ways here, so bear with me." Tara finally states softly as she tilts her head against Buffy's. "I don't know how much of this you may be aware of, but it might be best for me to explain how I've come to the realizations that I have."

"Okay." Buffy whispers as she wiggles her body in closer to Tara's.

"You see, it started off with a very insecure girl that had gone through some pretty horrible things in her life. She came to college, trying to get away from her family and the pain of what she'd been through. Her second year, she met and fell hopelessly head over heels for a powerful redheaded witch. Unfortunately, the redhead she fell in love with had just broken up with a young man, who had cheated on her and then practically ran away." Tara inhales deeply, changing the phrasing of what she's saying instead of trying to keep it at a distance she allows it to become personal. "I slowly came to the realization that Willow cared for me, but for some unfathomable reason she wasn't willing to let me become a part of her life. She kept me on the outer edges of it, kept me from meeting her friends and family for almost four months. Then one day Oz came back. He was in control of his wolf, and he came to apologize and beg Willow's forgiveness. I was positive that she would go back to him, leaving me alone once again. Pretty much the way I'd been off and on throughout my life, except for my mother."

Buffy shifts to watch Tara intently, reaching out to stroke her hand softly over Tara's cheek in silent commiseration.

Tara smiles sadly at Buffy. "Well, you know what happened. Willow surprised me and chose me over Oz. Oz wolfing out in the middle of the day and chasing me through the college, cornering me with Riley's group saving me from him. Eventually I met the rest of you, and became part of the group, more or less. Then later on a secret I had been keeping makes itself known, and I do a stupid, stupid spell that almost got all my new friends and new lover killed."

"Tara." Buffy whispers, seeing the self recrimination in the blonde's eyes even after all this time for the spell she'd done.

Tara smiles softly at Buffy. "I know, love. But I was stupid, no matter what you say." Taking a deep breath, Tara's eyes become distant. "My family showed up, trying to force me to go back home with them, where I belonged. Then you, this woman that I had almost caused to get killed stared at me with an unfathomable look on your face, before you turned to look at my father, brother and cousin. The first comment out of your mouth broke my heart. Even after what I'd just done, I couldn't help the fact that here I was, my birthday was the following day, I'd just done a stupid spell and almost gotten my friends killed, and I was hurt when you said, 'If you want her, come and get her.' My heart literally stopped at that moment. When you shifted and stood in front of my family and continued, you stole a little piece of my heart with your next words. 'You'll just have to go through me.'" Tara brushes a tear that was slowly working its way down her cheek. "And when you said that you guys were my family, you got a bigger chunk of my heart at that moment." Tara admits quietly. "I think, though I never really admitted it to myself, I fell a little in love with you that day, Buffy. But Willow had the biggest portion of my heart, and I let that love be friendship towards you instead." Taking in a deep, shaky breath, Tara plucks at the edge of the robe as she considers the next part. "When Willow did the spell on me, I almost left her then. She promised me that she wouldn't do any magic for a week." Tara explains quickly before she's stopped by Buffy raising her hand.

"Tara?" Buffy questions hoarsely, her eyebrows drawn together in confusion. "Spell on you? You're talking about the spell she did that wiped all our memories, right?"

Tara looks away, slowly shaking her head. "No, Buffy. I found out from a comment Dawnie made that Willow had cast a forget spell on me. Dawn had obviously overheard an argument between me and Willow, that Willow had cast the spell on me to forget. And when Dawn told me how happy she was that Willow and I made up from our argument, it made me realize what had happened." Tara turns her eyes back towards Buffy. "I would have probably left then, but that's when that whole thing with Sweet happened, and we found out what we had done to you." Tara admits softly, her eyes searching Buffy's sadly. "Goddess, love. I am so sorry for what we've put you through. You can get mad at me hate me, if you want. But I am NOT going to apologize for you being here. I will apologize for the hell you've gone through because of us. And I'll even apologize for the fact that I tried to keep Willow from doing the spell, because it went against everything I'd ever been taught about being a Wiccan. But I won't ever, ever apologize for you being here when I can touch you, kiss you, love you and hug you." Tara explains quietly, looking intently into Buffy's eyes.

"God." Buffy whispers, seeing the love shining from Tara's eyes as her words slowly sink into her brain, understanding and believing with her whole heart what Tara's saying. "I want to kiss you." Buffy admits quietly as she strokes a hand through Tara's soft hair.

"Then kiss me." Tara murmurs as she closes the distance between their lips, ignoring the pain as she kisses Buffy firmly.

Buffy groans loudly as Tara presses her lips firmly against hers. Easing her mouth open to stroke softly over Tara's lips, Buffy quickly dips her tongue inside the Wiccan's mouth as Tara invites her in. Swirling her tongue around for a moment, it slides across Tara's bottom lip, feeling the stitches Buffy whimpers and ends the kiss quickly.

"Buffy." Tara growls, trying to following the retreating slayer to continue the prematurely ended kiss.

"No." Buffy gently presses her hands to Tara's shoulders, shaking her head lightly at Tara. "Your lip isn't up for this, Tara. I'll be more than willing to kiss you for hours on end after its better, but I want it to heal." Buffy explains quietly.

Tara grumbles under her breath before easing back away from the slayer, from where they were almost lying on the couch from where she'd followed the lips and tongue she wanted more of. Reaching up with both hands, Tara drags her fingers through her hair as she tries to cycle back around to where she'd left off in the story. "Let me finish my explanation." Tara finally growls out quietly. "You know about the big forget spell, and my moving out. I guess it was about a month later when I spoke with Willow. We talked and discussed things, deciding that it would be best to break things off completely. It was more of my decision than hers I think, but she didn't argue with me. I just couldn't be with someone that would do that. How could I trust her not to do it again?" Tara shakes her head as it cycles through her mind, like it had done many times before, wondering if that was the only times the redhead had done the spell. "Eventually you came to me, wondering about the spell that brought you back, questioning me. After explaining to you that you didn't come back wrong, you broke down, telling me what had happened." Tara hesitates for a second, turning her gaze up to look deeply into Buffy's eyes, seeing the self disgust evident in her gaze. "Don't, love. Don't blame yourself, it happened. He took advantage of you, when you were confused and angry. He's had over a hundred years to know how to turn a situation to his advantage, and that's exactly what he did with you."

"But I let him, Tara. I didn't just let him I joined him in the depravity." Buffy whispers in admittance.

"What? What depravity, love?" Tara whispers softly stroking Buffy's cheek. "He took advantage of you when you needed something. If you had come to me, we would have talked, and I would have held you and tried to bring you back to the land of the living. He wanted to drag you into the world of the dead. You were afraid to say anything to any of us, because of what we had done. Goddess knows I probably wouldn't have come to any of us, either, if I were you." Tara admits quietly. "But he never should have taken advantage of you, love. That's what he did, he pretty much raped you, when you needed someone to hold you and make the world not so cold and hard."

Buffy slowly shifts and curls up on the couch, her head in Tara's lap. "You're going to keep repeating it, until I believe it, aren't you?" Buffy whispers, understanding what Tara is trying to do with telling her that Spike had taken advantage of her.

"Yes." Tara whispers softly, stroking her hand through Buffy's hair. "Should I finish what I started or would you rather curl up and go to sleep, love?"

"Finish, please." Buffy rubs her cheek against Tara's thigh before pressing her lips softy against the warm flesh.

Tara sighs quietly as she thinks about it for a few more moments, trying to get her mind off the now deceased vampire. "When you broke down in my lap, crying, you can't know how hard I had to fight not to tell you that I wanted to show you what love is. That I loved you and wanted to help you in any way that I could. I would gladly have walked through the fires of hell for you, if you had wanted me to. But I knew you wouldn't have accepted my love, and truthfully, I was afraid of possibly alienating you completely when you needed a friend. I wanted to be there for you in any capacity that you wanted, but it was at that moment when you captured the rest of my heart. Your heart broken sobs, begging me, pleading with me not to forgive you, when there was nothing to forgive. I wanted to wrap you up in my arms and protect you from the mean, cold world." Tara finishes explaining softly.

Buffy allows a soft chuckle to escape her lips. "That was when I realized that I felt something for you, also. Your soft, comforting caresses made my heart beat faster and a warmth came to life inside me at that moment." Buffy shifts her body to sit beside Tara, facing her with her legs drawn up and her arms wrapped around them. "If I tell you something, will you promise not to blame yourself?"

Tara looks at Buffy with confused eyes. "What, love?"

Buffy shakes her head, staring intently at the Wiccan. "You have to promise me, because if you don't, I know you'll blame yourself and you shouldn't. Maybe if I had done or said something, things could be a lot different right now, but slayer stupidity made me afraid, as usual."

Tara sighs heavily as she stares at Buffy. Seeing that the slayer wasn't going to give an inch, Tara slowly nods her head. "I promise."

Buffy sighs quietly. "That night, I had promised myself I wouldn't go back to Spike. I kept thinking about you, your soft touches, your understanding… you." Buffy smiles softly at the Wiccan. "I honestly thought there was a good chance you and Willow would get back together, so I didn't do what I should have done. I probably should have come to you, asking you if you could possibly care for me as more than a friend. I didn't realize what she had done." Buffy growls angrily at the thought of Willow taking Tara's memories from her like that. Shaking off the anger, Buffy leans into the Wiccan's hand as Tara caresses her face softly. "I fell back on doing what I had been doing. I searched out Spike for a round of beat and fuck each other." Hearing Tara inhale deeply at the admittance, Buffy raises her eyes and stares at the Wiccan. "You promised." Buffy states firmly, her eyes boring into Tara's blue eyes.

Tara swallows at the realization that Buffy had sought out the vampire, instead of coming to her. Understanding why Buffy had wanted her promise that she wouldn't blame herself for Buffy going back to Spike. "I promised." Tara whispers and nods her head as she shuts down the thought that things could have been so different for the both of them the last couple months, if either one had taken the initiative.

"You might chuckle at this." Buffy allows a small smile to cross her face as she sees Tara frowning and looking at her questioningly. "I flirted with a couple different women that I think might have taken me up on a little extra curricular activity, if I had been willing to follow through." Buffy wiggles her eyebrows at Tara.

Tara chuckles softly and shakes her head. "Why weren't you willing to follow through?"

"Because they weren't a blue-eyed, blonde-haired Wiccan." Buffy admits quietly as she watches the surprise cross Tara's face. "I love you, Tara. I don't know exactly when or how it happened, but I love you and I know that given half a chance I could fall deeply IN love with you. Actually, I'm already in love with you. But I've been fighting it tooth and nail."

"Still fighting it?" Tara questions softly watching as a beautiful smile crosses Buffy's face.

"Hell no!" Buffy shakes her head vehemently. "I stopped fighting last night when I admitted that you aroused me. Hell, it might have been before that when I finally stopped fighting." Buffy shrugs, smiling at Tara. "All I know is that I love you. You love me, and I want to get to know you better and I want to make love to you." Buffy adds the last on softly.

"Oh, Goddess!" Tara whispers, unwrapping the slayer's arms from around her legs and shifts both their bodies quickly before kissing Buffy hungrily, pressing the slayer back into the couch.

"Tara!" Buffy mumbles against the lips attacking hers, groaning as the Wiccan's weight settles over her and lips and tongue attack her mouth. Pulling away, panting heavily, Buffy shakes her head. "Your lip, Tara!"

Tara growls as she licks her tongue over Buffy's bottom lip. "Don't worry about my lip." Tara flicks her tongue hard over the slayer's top lip.

"I have to." Buffy whispers, reaching up to brush her thumb softly over the drop of blood that was escaping from between the stitches. Showing Tara the blood, Buffy shakes her head. "I'll be more than willing to do anything, and everything else you want, but your mouth needs to behave."

Tara whimpers, dropping her forehead on Buffy's shoulder as she shifts down slightly. "But I want to lick, taste, kiss and nibble." Tara groans unhappily.

"Sorry." Buffy unconsciously rocks her hips up slightly at the Wiccan's words. "No can do. But you can touch, pinch, twist and stroke."

Tara chuckles quietly. "What about scrape, insert, curl and invade?"

Buffy blinks a couple times and whimpers softly. "Scrape, insert and invade, I can figure out. But curl?"

Tara lifts her head up to look down at Buffy, smirking softly. Lifting a hand, she curls her index and middle finger slightly and wiggles her eyebrows. Seeing the uncomprehending look in Buffy's eyes, Tara raises an eyebrow in consideration. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course." Buffy answers immediately, still trying to figure out what Tara means.

"When you've made love, had sex, whatever you wish to call it. Have you ever had anyone hit an extra sensitive spot inside you?" Tara questions softly, watching Buffy intently.

Buffy blushes at Tara's words and slowly shakes her head. "Inside me, no. By that question, I'm assuming you aren't meaning my…" Buffy trails off, not able to say it.

Tara chuckles softly. "Your nub, your launch pad, your pleasure button, your probably extremely swollen, rock hard clit?"

"Jesus, Tara!" Buffy's eyes widen in shock at Tara.

"Is it?" Tara questions curiously becoming side-tracked at the thought. Unconsciously, she licks her lips, frowning momentarily at the taste of blood, before her mind starts thinking about Buffy. Shifting up one hand, Tara eases her other hand softly down the side of the slayer's neck, following the opening of the pajama top. Watching her hand, Tara drags her bottom teeth over her top lip as she slowly unbuttons the slayer's top. Allowing her fingers to play over the newly exposed skin, that was just starting to become a little fleshier, she glances up at Buffy as a deep moan emerges from her lips.

"I just realized something." Buffy whispers softly as Tara's fingers dip a little further in her shirt, starting to stroke over the swell of her breast.

"What did you realize, sweet one?" Tara questions softly as Buffy whimpers and closes her eyes as her fingers stroke closer to the slayer's nipple.

"God!" Buffy growls hoarsely, before opening her eyes to look into dark blue eyes. "This is the first time you've touched me intimately."

Tara shakes her head softly. "No, love. I remember grabbing your ass, stroking it, kneading it and playing teasingly down your crack."

Buffy whimpers as a finger slowly circles her nipple. "The first time you've touched an erogenous zone, then." Buffy whimpers louder as Tara continues to teasingly run her fingers over her breast without touching her nipple. "Please, Tara!" Buffy begs as she shifts her body around, trying to get the woman to touch her.

"Trust me, my sweet one, that is an erogenous zone." Tara whispers as she moves her hand away from the slayer's breast, making Buffy growl loudly. "One moment, you'll have what you desire." Tara continues softly as she looks down to quickly finish unbuttoning the slayer's top. Running her fingers teasingly up and down the slayer's body between the open top, Tara gently brushes against the edge of the top on one side on the way down the slayers body, nudging it to show more flesh, while doing the same thing on the other side on the way back up.

"Tara!" Buffy growls at the slowly moving Wiccan, her hips shifting and bucking, looking for something to come into contact with, Tara's body shifted up too far away from her to do any good. Running her hands down Tara's shoulders and back, she rests them on Tara's waist, gently urging the Wiccan to lie down on top of her.

"Not yet, my sweet one." Tara murmurs softly, not giving the slayer what she wants. "The next time you come, it's going to be at my touch and my caress. Not riding a body part of mine. I want to feel your heat grasping me, your sweet nectar flooding over my hand."

Buffy moans loudly, her hips bucking even harder at the Wiccan's words. "Jesus, Tara! You're driving me crazy." Buffy admits, panting heavily as the desire courses through her.

Tara slowly drags her eyes up the slayer's body, from where she'd been watching her hand slowly uncover the slayer's upper body, the shirt now barely covering each nipple. Seeing the flare of desire burning brightly in the slayer's eyes, Tara smiles softly. "Do you need me, my sweet one?"

"God! And how!" Buffy admits, whimpering with need. "Please, Tara. I've never been this turned on before."

Tara groans at the slayer's admittance, before asking a question softly. "Have you ever come just from having your breasts and nipples played with, with no other stimulation?" Tara watches Buffy intently, seeing the quick head shake and the surprised look on her face. "Every woman is different, Buffy. Some can come just from being whispered naughty things in their ears. Others, with their breasts being played with. Then others have to have penetration to reach climax, some can't reach it without the penetration, no matter how long you might make love to their clit, without penetration no climax." Seeing the surprise on Buffy's face, Tara grins crookedly. "We know you're not like that, but I would like to try different things with you, my sweet one, if you're willing."

"Anything you want, but not right now, please!" Buffy begs, her whole body shaking with want and desire as Tara's hand continues to play up and down her chest and abdomen.

Tara finally gives in, nodding her head. "Not now, my sweet one. Not this time." Tara whispers, shifting her body further down the couch, to gently tug at the bottom of the slayer's pajamas, smiling as Buffy lifts her hips quickly to help. Whimpering at the sight of the slayer's bald mound, with swollen outer lips and the desire coating them and her inner thighs, Tara has to forcefully keep herself from diving into the slayer to lick hungrily at the musky sweet smell emanating from Buffy. Easing her body gently between the slayer's thighs, Tara straddles one of the slayer's thighs, while supporting her body weight on her knees and left hand that she moved back up by the slayer's shoulder. Slowly leaning down, Tara moves the rest of the slayer's top off her chest, before licking firmly over one nipple while dragging her hand up to cup the slayer's sex firmly.

"Sweet, God!" Buffy practically jumps a foot off the couch at Tara's dual touch. Threading her fingers through the silken mass of hair, Buffy's hips press up hard into the Wiccan's touch. "Now, please!" Buffy begs softly.

"Yes, my sweet one." Tara mumbles as she circles around the slayer's nipple, flicking her tongue strongly against the hard flesh while she moans at the heat and liquid literally oozing from the slayer's body. Sliding two fingers through the wetness, Tara almost collapses on top of Buffy at the extremely swollen, quivering muscle that she encounters. "Goddess, so hot and swollen." Tara drops her head to Buffy's chest as she quickly strokes over the muscle.

"TARA!" Buffy cries out, her body bucking uncontrollably as she feels the orgasm flowing through her quickly.

"Yes, yes, my sweet one. That's it, my love." Tara continues to stroke quickly over the muscle as it continues to flex and twitch under her ministrations, even as she feels the liquid heat drenching her hand. Feeling Buffy start to buck even harder, Tara presses more firmly against the muscle moaning as another flood of fluid eases out of the slayer. "Goddess!" Tara whimpers loudly.

"Ta-a-a-raaa!" Buffy whimpers the Wiccan's name as she continues to buck and grind her body against the pleasure giving fingers, never having felt pleasure like this before. Groaning as she feels Tara's fingers leave her body, Buffy starts to complain, until she feels a finger slide gently inside her. "Oh!" Buffy squeaks as Tara strokes within her while pressing her thumb almost punishingly against her clit, feeling another climax working quickly through her body.

"Too hard?" Tara questions as she shifts her body slightly, her own hips rocking, occasionally bumping against Buffy's thigh when the slayer would buck up.

Buffy shakes her head at Tara's question, before brokenly whispering. "Har-der. Mo-o-o-re!" Buffy draws out as the climax eases out of her.

"Fingers or thumb?" Tara pants in question.

"Bo-oth." Buffy answers after a few minutes, her faculties not working properly as she feels her mind almost going back to her cave slayer days.

Tara whimpers and quickly adds another finger to the slayer, the ease that it slid in, with the desire literally flowing from the slayer, Tara adds a third finger before pressing and rubbing her thumb harder against the swollen muscle.

"Good, good, good." Buffy pants, her body arching to meet each of Tara's thrusts, urging Tara with her body to stroke within her even harder and faster. "Yes, yesssss." Buffy hisses as Tara gives her what she wants. Feeling the Wiccan's heat press firmly down into her thigh as she bucks up a little harder, Buffy shifts her leg and tightens her leg muscles even more than they are, to give Tara the much needed contact that she needs.

"BUFFY!" Tara groans, grinding her body down into the slayer's leg as she orgasms, having driven herself to a frenzy of need and desire. Feeling the slayer's inner muscles clench hard on her fingers, Tara presses hard up into the slayer's clit as Buffy climaxes again. Burying her face in the slayer's damp neck, Tara presses her body down into Buffy's while continuing to rock firmly. Feeling the slayer's inner muscles flex and clench around her, Tara eases her thumb off Buffy's blasting hot clit, mentally realizing that it is probably extremely sensitive now.

Buffy's body shudders continuously as she slowly eases her hands out of Tara's hair, before running them down Tara's back and pulling the Wiccan even tighter against her body, clenching against the fingers still imbedded inside her.

Tara whimpers as she feels Buffy clenching and unclenching on her fingers. Shifting them slightly, Tara curls them as she seeks the slayer's sweet spot, smirking as she feels Buffy practically buck her off as she strokes over the spot. Quickly straightening her fingers, Tara chuckles softly.

"Fuck!" Buffy shudders hard at the feelings sweeping through her. "What the hell?"

"Want more?" Tara questions hoarsely, as she shifts her lightly shaking body, to look down with a lifted eyebrow at Buffy. When she hears the slayer's stomach growl loudly, Tara laughs and shakes her head. "Maybe you need food more than what I have planned."

Buffy swallows hard as she thinks about the brief touch the Wiccan had done within her, and the almost uncontrollable urge going throughout her body with the touch. "That felt dangerous, Tara."

Tara raises an eyebrow high into her hairline in question. "Dangerous?'

Buffy blushes lightly. "It felt like everything in me would go into melt down." Buffy whispers.

"Hmmm. Could be." Tara smirks at the slayer. "It'll feel like nothing you've felt before, sweet one."

Buffy whimpers slightly, shaking her head. "Maybe we should save that for the future, then."

"Oh, my sweet slayer. There are a lot of things we haven't done yet." Tara smiles gently down at Buffy. "And I can guarantee you, that when my lip is healed, I'll be spending a lot of time making love to your body with nothing but my mouth, lips and tongue."

Groaning at the thought, Buffy closes her eyes at the arousal shooting through her body. "How can you do that?" Buffy finally questions as she opens her eyes to look at Tara.

"Do what, my love?" Tara gently eases her hand away from the slayer as she feels the muscles relax a little more.

"Make my body ache with arousal so easily." Buffy admits softly as she searches the Wiccan's soft blue eyes.

"It isn't me, my sweet one. It's us." Tara whispers quietly as she strokes her fingers gently through Buffy's wetness, being careful not to brush against her clit. "You probably need a bit of a breather, if the heat blasting from certain body parts, is any indication." Tara cups her fingers and slides them through the desire still heavy on the slayer.

Buffy inhales deeply at the gentleness of the Wiccan's touch as she strokes over her body. Blushing as her stomach growls even louder and longer than before, she looks at a quietly laughing Wiccan. "It isn't funny."

"Yes it is." Tara smirks wickedly as she slowly raises her dripping fingers to her lips, suckling hungrily on the slayer's nectar.

"OH, GOD!" Buffy groans, her body bucking at the sight of Tara's fingers slowly disappearing one by one inside the Wiccan's mouth as she sucks the fluid from them. Carefully shifting out from under Tara, Buffy urges her to lie on her back on the couch. "You have teased, touched and caressed my body, giving me pleasure unlike anything I've ever had before, and it is so my turn to feast upon your body." Buffy growls hungrily at the thought of tasting Tara, the smell of the Wiccan having unconsciously imbedded itself in her body.

Tara moans loudly as she sees the hunger in Buffy's eyes. "Buffy…" Tara quietly whispers, before the slayer's stomach growls again. "Oh, love." Tara shakes her head, capturing the slayer's blushing and embarrassed looking face between her hands to pull her down to gently kiss the slayer's pouting lips. "We have all day, my sweet one. Let's get some real food in you, before you decide to devour me, okay?"

"It's so not fair, Tara." Buffy whimpers, blushing even darker. "You have, like, made me explode more times than I can count, while I haven't done anything for you."

"You weren't the only one that received pleasure from our encounter, Buffy." Tara whispers softly, stroking her fingers through the slayer's damp hair. "Giving you pleasure pleases me. Not counting my own releases." Tara grins crookedly at the slayer. "I'm sure after we get cleaned up and some food in the house for you to eat, that you'll be more than ready, able and willing to get up to all kinds of naughtiness. But, just to let you know, it isn't a thing we're going to keep track of, my sweet one. I don't work that way. I truthfully do enjoy and receive pleasure at the fact that you are happy and pleased."

Buffy smiles shyly at Tara. "But I want to try…" Buffy whispers, her eyes searching Tara's blue eyes. "I want to taste, lick, suckle and give you pleasure, also. I haven't ever…" Buffy trails off.

"Oh, my lovely, beautiful slayer." Tara smiles gently at Buffy. "Anything you wish to do, will please me, my sweet one. If you wish to just stroke your fingers over my stomach for hours and hours, I will be happy."

Buffy's eyes drop down to the Wiccan's chest, shaking her head slowly. "It won't be your stomach I'll be stroking for hours."

Tara chuckles at Buffy before wrapping her arms strongly around the slayer and pulling her down against her body. "I'm just saying, that whatever you want to do, do, my sweet one. I am more than willing to experiment and try anything you would like."

Buffy's eyes widen in surprise as she shifts to look up at Tara. "Anything?" Buffy blinks in astonishment.

"Anything." Tara strokes her fingers gently down Buffy's cheek. "Now, before we get sidetracked, let me up so I can see if I can fix something to tide us over, before we get cleaned up and go to the store. While we're out we can stop by my dorm and let me get a couple changes of clothes."

Buffy inhales a shuddering breath looking down at Tara for long moments. "Anything?" Buffy questions again, softly.

"What do you want to try, my sweet one?" Tara tilts her head, smiling encouragingly at the slayer.

Buffy blushes and shakes her head. "How about we save that for later? Because if I say it, and you're more than willing, I don't think we'll be eating anytime soon."

Tara raises an eyebrow at the slayer, considering her for a few moments. "You aren't going to make me hang from the ceiling light while you try and screw me in, are you?" Tara wiggles her eyebrows as she jokes.

"I might want to screw you, but you won't be hanging from the ceiling light." Buffy growls playfully before nipping at the Wiccan's neck.

"I like the sounds of this." Tara smacks Buffy on the ass firmly. "Now, get off me, Slayer. I need to find something for you to eat."

"Yes, ma'am!" Buffy jumps up off the Wiccan, grinning down as she helps her to stand.

"I believe the proper word would have been Mistress, Slayer!" Tara winks at Buffy as she leaves a stunned, mouth hanging open, slayer behind her as she sways towards the kitchen.

Buffy stares after the Wiccan, before snapping her mouth shut. Grinning hugely, Buffy finally reaches down to grab her pajama bottoms, sliding them on. "I will be more than willing to call you Mistress, Tara. More than willing." Buffy shudders as a strong bolt of desire courses through her at the thought.