A Witch In LA

Chapter 11

Tara smiles softly at the sleeping slayer, who’s literally holding her captive. Running her hands gently over her back, Tara chuckles quietly. “This position can’t be good on your ribs, love.” Tara whispers quietly looking down at the slayer that has her head buried against her breast, arm wrapped around her waist and a leg over her thigh. Leaning down and placing a kiss on the top of her head, Tara hugs her gently before continuing her soothing strokes down her back.

Faith shifts slightly and rubs her face against the breast it’s resting on. “Why aren’t you sleepin‘?”

Tara chuckles and runs her hands down the slayer’s back a little more firmly. “I’m enjoying having you in my arms. But I really would like you to move so that you don’t hurt your ribs.”

“Like where I’m at.” Faith growls rubbing her leg against Tara’s, while running her hand up to cup the witch’s other breast.

“Love, please.” Tara whispers kissing her head again.

Faith sighs before shifting over to lay on her back. “There, happy now?”

Tara smiles as she shifts onto her side and runs a hand down her lovers body, checking the ribs in particular. Running her fingers lightly over them before pressing gently over her abdomen, she sighs and nods her head. “They’re better. Are they trying to seize up on you any more?” Tara glances up looking into the soulful brown eyes, her breath catching at the love shining there.

“They’re fine.” Faith whisper reaching up and pulling Tara down for a gentle, passionate kiss. “I still want you.”

Tara chuckles and shifts to run her leg up and over Faith’s while running her hand down the side of her face. Looking over the beautiful features of the slayer, even discolored as it is. “You already had me, love. Multiple times.”

Faith nips the finger playing with her lips before smiling. “And I wanta have ya more.”

Tara shakes her head and shifts down slightly to rest her head on the slayer’s shoulder while running her hand down the strong column of her neck to caress lightly down across the slayer’s chest. “You are supposed to be recuperating from some serious injuries, not spending all day in bed making love to me.”

“I think that’s an extremely worthwhile way of spending a day. And what better way to recuperate than being taken care of by a beautiful, caring, witch that does a wicked healing spell.” Faith runs a hand down the witch’s back, smiling as she arches slightly into her body.

“Wasn’t all me, love.” Tara whispers shaking her head before placing a gentle kiss on the nipple closest to her.

“We’ve got Chinese downstairs if you want some.” Cordelia knocks before yelling through the door. “We even got extra for the horny…oops I mean hungry slayer.”

Tara blushes and buries her face in Faith’s shoulder.

“Thanks Cordy.” Faith yells and then snorts back a laugh as she hears Cordelia laughing.

“I think I should make you go down and get the food.” Tara murmurs quietly, before laughing.

“Actually I feel good enough to go downstairs.” Faith admits quietly. “If you’ll let me move around?”

Tara pulls away and props herself up looking at Faith. “You sure?” As Faith nods and smiles Tara grins back before leaning in and placing a gentle kiss on the slayer’s lips. “I’m not going to force you to stay here if you feel good enough to move around. Let me go to your room and pack up some of your clothes to bring back.” Tara whispers placing another kiss on Faith’s lips and rolls over and off the bed grabbing up her clothes dressing quickly.

Faith silently watches as Tara quickly dresses and slips out of the room, closing the door behind her. Smiling at the thought of keeping the witch in their bed all day long. “Gonna have to do that soon. See how she holds up.” Faith smirks at the thought of wearing the witch out.

Standing up Faith slowly stretches, groaning as her back pops. Shifting slowly from side to side, she feels a pinching in her ribs, but smiles as she shifts a little further and they don’t cause any pain. Pushing in on her abdomen, she pushes and feels around a lot firmer than the witch was doing, just feeling a slight tenderness at her firm prodding. Not bothering to check her face, she already knows it’s still a mass of bruises. But all in all she’s healed, and feeling good.

Tara quickly eases into the bedroom, shutting the door behind her and looks up seeing Faith standing in the middle of the room, stark naked. Chuckling quietly she walks over and hands her the pile of clothes. “You might want to wear something when you go downstairs.”

Faith grins and throws the clothes on the bed before grasping Tara in a hug, picking her up and spinning her around. As she let’s the witch slide back down her body, she leans in the short distance, quickly covering the witch’s lips that were opening to give her hell. Running a hand up to capture the back of Tara’s head, Faith tilts her head for a tighter fit before easing her tongue out to run across the witch’s lips. Groaning into the blonde’s mouth as her lips grant her tongue access, quickly invading the warm cavern, Faith wraps her tongue repeatedly around Tara’s, moaning as Tara captures her tongue and sucks on it firmly.

Tara finally releases the slayer’s tongue and as they both pull back a short distance, Tara keeps her eyes closed, panting heavily. “Sweet Goddess.” Tara finally pants out before leaning in and placing her forehead against the slayer’s shoulder. “What the hell are you trying to do to me?”

“Drive you to the horniest state imaginable, then I plan on locking the door and seeing how long it takes me to completely wear you out. And as soon as ya’ get your breath back, do it all over again. Keep doing it for hours on end.” Faith growls out running both hands down to clasp Tara’s ass, shifting her legs further open and pulling Tara in tight against her. “Maybe days on end.” Faith whispers as she nibbles on the tender skin behind Tara’s ear, smiling as she hears Tara’s breath hitch. Smelling deeply of the witch’s arousal, Faith eases a hand under the witch’s underwear, running a finger delicately between her two cheeks. Nipping softly down the side of her neck, Faith strokes a little firmer and growls as Tara pushes back against her finger.

“Faith!” Tara growls out before finally pushing her way out of the slayer’s grasp. “Food. You need food. Helps you heal.” Tara slowly backs away from the slayer, seeing the intensely passionate look on her face. “Food first, me second.”

Faith slowly stalks towards Tara, “You first, second, third then maybe food.”

Tara walks backwards, keeping Faith in her eyesight, feeling an unbelievable shot of arousal shooting through her body as the slayer stalks her. “Faith, I’ll let you do absolutely anything you want to me, if you’ll eat first.”

Faith smirks and shakes her head. “Not gonna work, witch. You’ll let me do what I wanna anyway.”

Tara growls quietly under her breath. “I’ll bake you the biggest batch of brownies with cream cheese icing, just for you. You won’t have to share with anyone.”

Faith chuckles, slowly closing in on the witch. “You’d fix ‘em for me if I ask.”

Tara realizes she’s close to the door, taking a gamble she turns and quickly opens it, running out laughing.

“Don’t think that’s gonna stop me witch.” Faith growls coming right behind her quickly catching her and picking her up.

“Faith! You’re naked.” Tara gasps out between laughs. “Anyone can come by and see you.”

“Don’t care. Got what I came out here to get.” Faith laughs carrying the witch back into their room.

“You are so bad.” Tara giggles as Faith sets her down on her feet and kisses her firmly on the lips.

“I’ve heard that before.” Faith grins running a hand down the witch’s neck. Giving her another brief kiss, she chuckles quietly. “Remind me to tell you about the time I saved this group of church goers from a vampire attack.” Winking at Tara, Faith turns to walk toward the bed, grabbing a pair of jeans, quickly pulling them on and a t-shirt. Sitting down on the edge of the bed she pulls a pair of socks on and glances around looking for her boots. Smiling as Tara grabs them and brings them to her. “Thanks babe.”

“You mean after all that, you’re getting dressed to go downstairs and eat?” Tara chuckles quietly as she watches Faith slide her feet in the boots and ties them.

“Yeah, I wanted to see what you would do.” Faith looks up smiling hugely.

“I would have probably ran downstairs grabbed up all the containers of food I could and ran back up here so you could have your evil way with me.” Tara admits, smiling crookedly.

“Oooh, now she tells me.” Faith chuckles as she heads to the bathroom washing her hands and brushing her hair. “That’s okay, I plan on doing all kinds of evil wicked things to you.”

“Uh, uh. Wicked is my forte’. Not yours.” Tara opens the door, waiting for Faith and smiles as she heads towards her. “You’re definitely doing a lot better than I thought you would be. Especially considering you were almost on death’s door.” Tara frowns slightly thinking about that.

“I wasn’t that bad.” Faith whispers easing her arms around Tara and hugging her gently. “I was fucked up. But nothing I wouldn’t have been completely healed from in a weeks time normally.”

Tara sighs and hugs her lightly. “I think I’m going to make it a habit to go with you on your outings. I know some defense spells and I can work on more. I can do a good barrier spell and hold it for a while, also.”

Faith frowns at the thought of Tara coming out with them, but knowing in her heart that she wouldn’t be able to stop the witch if she got it in her head to come with them. Thinking about it momentarily, she realizes that she might feel better if she was with her all the time. Lord knows the hotel itself has been attacked before, and what would happen if Tara was here by herself. Her heart skips a beat thinking about something happening to the woman when she couldn’t be there to help her. “Might be a good idea.” Faith acknowledges.

Tara leans back looking at the slayer in shock that she gave in that easily, figuring that she would have an argument on her hands. Looking in the slayer’s eyes, she sees the worry and tilts her head slightly. “Why the worried look?”

“Just bad thoughts runnin’ through my head that somethin’ could happen to you while I was out on patrol.” Faith admits quietly, running a hand through the blonde hair. “Can’t have that.”

Tara leans in and brushes her lips lightly across Faith’s. “And I don’t want anything to happen to you. So it’s a good thing we agree.”

“Very.” Faith admits smiling. “Let’s see if there’s any food left.” Tara smiles as they walk out of the bedroom.

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“Oh, look who finally decided to join us.” Cordelia snarks at the two women.

“Be nice, Queenie.” Faith growls out quietly as she sees Tara blush.

“It’s okay, love.” Tara runs a hand gently down the slayer’s back. Grabbing clean plates and utensils, Tara places them on the table before walking in the kitchen to grab some drinks.

Faith narrows her eyes on Cordy as she sits down. “You can’t pick on my witch. You can do or say what you want to me. But not her.”

Cordelia opens her eyes in surprise at the slayer. Blinking a couple times Cordelia opens her mouth and whispers “Faith, I like Tara.”

Faith nods her head and reaches out to grab containers looking to see what they have left. Quickly scooping out some of the chicken fried rice on the two plates, chicken lo-mein for the witch and some General Tso’s Chicken for herself. “Is this the extra hot, or regular?”

“I’m not sure.” Cordelia admits. “Gunn ordered it. The rest of the group already finished eating and went back to their rooms, and Fred’s watching the front while I decided to eat.”

Faith nods her understanding and turns to watch as the door opens and Tara comes out with a couple glasses of soda in her hands. “Babe, do you want some General Tso’s Chicken? I already got you some chicken fried rice and chicken lo mein on your plate.”

“Extra hot?” Tara questions sitting the drinks down and looking up at a laughing slayer and Seer. “What did I say?”

“Same thing Faith did, basically.” Cordelia shakes her head. “I don’t know. You’ll just have to eat it and find out.”

Tara glances at Faith who’s holding the container by her plate with a questioning look on her face. “Please.” Tara nods her head and smiles. Grabbing up a pair of chopsticks, Tara tries some of the chicken, smiling she nods at Faith.

“Good. I like the hot stuff.” Faith grins digging in.

“And you end up with the calm sedate witch?” Cordelia raises an eyebrow in disbelief at the slayer.

“Watch it.” Faith growls quietly before grinning. “She ain’t as calm and sedate or as innocent as her looks lead you to believe.” Faith smirks glancing towards the witch, seeing the color rise in her cheeks.

Cordelia quickly covers her mouth as she starts to laugh. “I would say not with the noises coming down from upstairs. Damn good thing I don’t live here. I’d probably never get any sleep.”

“We have definitely got to move.” Tara murmurs quietly. “Today.”

“It’s gonna take a few hours at least just to move the storage furniture out.” Faith comments reaching up and pushing hair off the side of Tara’s face and tucking it behind her ear. “You won’t get all pissed at me if I start lifting and carrying that stuff out?”

“If you promise not to push it. And if you start feeling tired, or feel the least little soreness I want you to stop.” Tara looks into the soulful brown eyes, feeling her heart kick up a notch. “If you hurt yourself, I’ll not just get pissed, I’ll kick your ass and make you stay in bed by yourself for two days.”

“That’s just downright cruel.” Faith growls out quietly. “Your kicking my ass I would actually probably enjoy. But being in bed by myself for two days without you being there with me? Cruel and unusual punishment.”

Tara grins before leaning in and placing a gentle kiss on her lips. “That’s the terms.” She raises an eyebrow at the slayer as she pulls away.

“’kay.” Faith agrees quietly after a few minutes of contemplation. Perking up she grins. “Do I get anything special for being a good slayer?”

“Ah hell.” Cordelia rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “Pat her on the head like a good dog and give her a treat.”

Tara holds back a laugh glancing over at Cordelia with twinkling blue eyes. “Want me to do it here Cordy? You might get embarrassed with the kind of treat she would get for being a good slayer.”

“Damn. I don’t know which one of you is worst.” Cordy grumbles quietly scooping up some more of her pork fried rice.

Faith grins and snickers quietly as she scoops some more food on her plate. “Need any more?”

“Thanks, I’m good.” Tara smiles watching as Faith pours more food onto her plate. “And Cordy, honestly I haven’t a clue as to which one of us is worse.” Tara chuckles quietly as she finishes her egg roll and sips on her soda watching Faith eat.

Angel silently comes in and chuckles. “That’s probably a loaded question. How are you feeling, Faith?”

“Pretty damn good. Witchy over here fixed me up and has been taking care of me.” Faith smirks at the witch. “How about you, Fang?”

“I’m better. Just a little stiff. I’ll actually probably be pretty good come tonight.” He turns and looks at Tara with a narrow gaze. “Seems someone sprang for the good stuff.”

“Saw my note?” Tara smirks up at the vampire.

“Where the hell did you get it from?” Angel growls sitting down beside Cordy.

“Talked with Lorne. He got me an in with a supplier. It’s all on the up and up. It actually costs the same as the pigs blood you’d been drinking. And I know you heal better with human blood.” Tara admits quietly looking down running a finger around the edge of her plate. “If you don’t want it, I’ll go back to the butchers and get pigs blood again.”

Angel quietly contemplates the witch and catches Faith’s eye, seeing her quietly urging him to accept the offer. “Lorne would make sure that the blood was coming from a legitimate source.” Sighing he eyes the witch as she glances up. “I guess I can’t complain.” Angel watches as an absolutely beautiful smile crosses the witch’s face and his eyes widen in surprise, then he chuckles. Looking towards Faith who’s watching Tara with what could only be called absolute love shining from her eyes, Angel growls out “You must be one lucky slayer.”

“Don’t I know it.” Faith admits leaning in and kissing a blushing Tara on the cheek. “She’s absolutely gorgeous, sexy, kind, generous and grrrrrrrrrrr.” Faith growls before nipping lightly on Tara’s ear. “She gets the motor revving.”

“Faith.” Tara smacks her on the thigh. “Behave.”

“That ain’t gonna make me behave, witch.” Faith admits quietly in her ear. “Maybe make me worse.”

Angel shakes his head and glances at Cordy who’s sitting there silently looking off at nothing. “You okay, Cordy?”

“Yes, I’m fine.” Cordelia answers after a few moments. Smiling at the two women. “And I honestly believe they’re both lucky.” Cordelia smiles softly. “If you two want an extra pair of hands to help you move, I’ll be willing to help.”

Faith opens her eyes in shock, Cordy offering to do manual labor was almost unheard of. “I, uh…” Faith trails off in stunned shock before looking towards Tara for help.

“Cordy, we’d appreciate any help we can get. I’m assuming not all the stuff is big and heavy, right?” Tara looks towards Faith.

“No, there’s a lot of lamps and night stands and other stuff.” Faith admits smiling into the blue eyes of her witch. “There’s probably enough space left over in the other rooms to work the extra stuff in them, so we don’t have to take it down to another floor.”

“Are there heavy drapes in the room?” Angel questions. “Or can we put up some blankets and I’ll help you shift stuff out.”

“There’s heavy drapes up. Don’t remember what kind of condition they’re in.” Faith admits. “We can check it out and throw some blankets over them to be on the safe side.”

“Do you want a mug of blood?” Tara offers the vampire as she stands gathering her dirty dishes.

“I’ll come with you.” Angel quickly stands and follows Tara into the kitchen.

“Thanks, Queenie.” Faith looks down at the last of the food on her plate.

“For what?” Cordelia inquires quietly as she finishes her rice.

“Offering to help. Being nice to my witch.” Faith admits the last on quiet sigh.

Cordelia reaches across the table and places a hand over the slayers. “I like her Faith. And I believe you’re both good for each other. I must admit I never expected you to like…” Cordelia trails off not knowing how to phrase it.

“To like women?” Faith looks up and smirks at the seer. “Queenie if you ain’t ever been with a woman, you ought to try it. Not that Tara is like any other woman.” Faith’s smirk changes into a soft smile. “I think she’s done ruint me for the rest of the human race. Not that I would even consider being with anyone else, now.”

Cordelia smiles at the slayer. “I don’t foresee any women in my future, Faith. Hopefully here soon we’ll get the deal with Angel taken care of.”

Faith nods and looks towards the kitchen door. “Tara has the spell to double check. I have a feeling she’s right in regards to Fang. But to be on the safe side, when you guys get to the stage of getting it on.” Faith smirks slightly turning her gaze to Cordelia. “You might want to get the heavy duty chains and tie him down somewhere to have your way with him. Then have Tara check him out to make sure the soul’s still there.”

“FAITH!” Cordelia yells at her.

“I’m serious, Queenie. Protect yourself and the rest of us. Just think of the chains as a big condom.” Faith seriously makes the comment.

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Tara places her dirty dishes in the sink before walking over to the refrigerator she keeps Angels blood in. Pulling out a container she grabs his mug down and fills it before placing it in the microwave and putting the container back in the refrigerator. Watching as Angel grabs the warmed blood out of the microwave and sips on it, Tara tilts her head. “You ready for me to read your aura?”

Angel glances up and looks back down at his mug. “What if it’s not anchored?”

Tara shakes her head “What if it is?”

Angel looks back into the calm blue eyes and silently nods his assent. He watches curiously as Tara’s eyes seem to lose their focus and turn a paler blue.

Tara searches the vampires soul for any weakness’. Slowly working layer by layer deeper and deeper into the very being of the vampire. Making sure to not miss anything, Tara sees a soul anchored, no weakness’. Coming out of her trance like state Tara’s eyes bleed back to her normal blue color and she smiles. “Angel, I see a soul anchored. I didn’t see a single weakness anywhere.”

Angel let’s our an unnecessary breath of air. “How long before you can do the spell as a double-check?”

“I can do it today, if you wish. I have the spell up in the room and I believe we have all the ingredients.” Tara sees a light of hope in the vampires eyes and smiles softly. “Do you want to do…”

Just then Cordelia yells Faith’s name and the vampire and witch look at each other before turning and running to the kitchen door.

“What the hell happened?” Angel growls out looking from one woman to the other, not seeing any blood and actually being surprised to see the two women sitting calmly across from each other.

“She…She…” Cordy shakes her head blushing deeply and whispering “I can’t say it.”

Faith chuckles loudly and looks up at Angel and smiles softly at her witch.

Tara sees the soft smile pointed at her and can’t resist coming over on the other side of Faith to sit and wrap her arms around the slayer. “What rotten mean things did you say to Cordy, love?” Tara questions.

“It wasn’t, honest.” Faith leans into the witch’s arms. “I was just explainin’ to her that she needs to be extra careful when it came time for those two to get their groove on. I thought it would be a good idea to chain Angel up while she made him a happy vampire. Afterwards you could check out to make sure the soul was still intact.”

Angel chuckles and turns his back on the three women, as he feels laughter boiling up inside him at how embarrassed Cordelia was. Finally getting control of himself he turns back around and sits down beside the seer. “That’s actually a very good idea.” Angel admits seriously nodding towards Faith. “And if and when we are at that point, I’ll want you to make sure I’m properly chained.” Angel searches the slayer’s eyes.

“I’ll make sure you’re good to go, Fang.” Faith acknowledges the seriousness of what Angel was asking her to do.

Tara smiles and leans her head against Faith’s shoulder. “I love you.”

“Love you too, babe.” Faith whispers leaning down and kissing her on the top of the head. “So what’s the plan?”

Tara squeezes the slayer tight before shifting back up, loosening her grip around her waist. “I’m going to go check the ingredients to do the spell to double-check for Angel. Plus I need to do up the dishes quickly and maybe figure out something for dinner tonight.”

“We’ll order pizzas for everyone. Don’t worry about dinner.” Angel smiles at the witch.

“Well then, I guess I’ll just do the spell and the dishes then.” Tara grins at the vampire.

“I’ll help my witch.” Faith runs a hand down through Tara’s hair.

“Your witch?” Cordy pipes up watching the two women. “That sounds kind of possessive.”

“She’s my slayer, so it’s only fair.” Tara snuggles back into the slayer’s side. “We belong to each other. Hence being mine.” Tara smirks before nipping lightly at the slayer’s ear lobe.

“And I wouldn’t want it any other way.” Faith growls as Tara nips more firmly on her ear lobe. “But if you keep that up, we won’t be movin’ today.”

Tara sighs as she pulls away. “You’re no fun. Chase me all around upstairs then don’t follow through. Not good for a girlfriends ego, you know.”

“Don’t tell me what I heard was the truth?” Angel growls out and rolls his eyes as Tara grins at him. “Faith, you might want to think about keeping clothes on when you’re not in your room.”

“I wasn’t out of the room for long.” Faith growls back. “Plus I don’t much like clothes anyway.”

Tara laughs before grinning at the vampire. “Don’t even bother, Angel. Won’t do any good. My slayer here is an exhibitionist. Be thankful…” Tara stops and tilts her head slightly before looking her lover up and down before smirking. “Or be pissed that she doesn’t come down here nude.”

“Jeeze, horny much?” Cordelia growls before standing and taking her dirty dishes to the kitchen. “I’ll be upstairs in the lobby when you guys need me.”

Tara laughs at the quickly departing Cordelia. “Is she jealous?”

Angel and Faith look at each other with surprised looks on their faces. “No, just think something might be bothering her somewhat.” Angel coughs out.

Faith smirks at Angel. “Be careful with her Angel. I did make a suggestion that she should try the home team.”

“Thanks Faith.” Angel growls out before smirking. “You didn’t make her an offer, did you?”

“Hell no. I’m the witch’s and nobody else’s.” Faith growls pulling Tara onto her lap. “Don’t want nobody else. Finally got what I want.”

Tara glances up and smiles at the vampire. “We’ll be up in a little bit.”

Angel smirks at the witch. “I’ll try to make sure nobody comes down here.” He spins around and quickly leaves the two women alone.

Tara leans in and kisses Faith on the forehead and looks deeply in her eyes. “You’re mine, as I’m yours. Do you know when I fell in love with you? I know the exact moment.” Tara whispers. “Of course I didn’t admit it to myself till just recently.”

“When?” Faith’s voice drops an octave.

“Do you remember when I first came here and you were helping me clean the kitchen?” Tara questions watching the slayer as she nods her head. Running her fingers lightly over the bruised cheek, smiling as Faith presses into the gentle caress, Tara continues “Remember stroking my crooked fingers as we talked about my hand being crushed?” Faith’s eyes open and look into Tara’s blue eyes and nods her head again. “Do you remember what you did?”

“I kissed your fingers.” Faith huskily makes the statement.

“Yes, you kissed my crooked, scarred fingers. That’s when you stole my heart.” Tara leans in and places a short sweet kiss on Faith’s lips. “I didn’t come here looking for love. As a matter of fact I didn’t want to find love again after what I went through in Sunnydale.” Tara admits softly. “But it found me. You found me. I wouldn‘t trade it for the world.”

“I think you saved me.” Faith admits quietly hugging her tightly. “In more ways than one. I honestly was just living day to day. Getting my kicks outta pissing the rest of the group off whenever I felt like it. I didn‘t care if I lived or died. Now I do. I wanna be there for you.”

“I love you. And God, was Lorne right. I didn’t know what love was before. Let alone who my soul mate was.” Tara huskily groans as she leans in and kisses Faith deeply and lovingly. Pulling away just an inch Tara runs her hands through her love’s hair. “I would really, really like to take this further…” Tara trails off and places a brief kiss on Faith’s lips.

“But we gotta get the rooms situated so we don’t get razzed so much, right?” Faith’s lip quirks up slightly and her eyes twinkle with laughter.

“That would be a good thing.” Tara admits grinning. “Plus I need to do the dishes up real quick.”

“Well, one more kiss then I’ll help ya’ with the dishes.” Faith growls quietly leaning in the short distance and kisses Tara firmly.

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