A Witch In LA

Chapter 12

Faith flops down on the bed and groans as a cloud of dust comes up.

Tara chuckles watching the slayer. “We still have to clean everything. And obviously the mattress needs to be taken out and beat.”

“Obviously.” Faith growls standing up and looking at her dusty clothes. “I’m dustier now than I usually am after killing ten or fifteen vamps.”

Cordelia coughs and waves her hand around. “I don’t mind helping but this is ridiculous.”

Angel smirks at the three women as he picks up the dresser the two women wanted moved. “Is that all?”

Tara smiles as she looks at the huge bed, the three dressers, the two wardrobes, table, chairs and nightstands. “Yes it is. Thank you two for your help.”

“Welcome.” Angel smirks at the two women. “I don’t do cleaning. I’ll leave that up to you.”

“I offered to help move stuff, not clean.” Cordelia slowly works her way to the door.

“Angel when do you want to do the spell?” Tara questions before he heads out of the room.

“There’s no rush.” Angel quirks his lip slightly. “It isn’t like anything will be happening within the next few days.”

Cordelia rolls her eyes. “No, talking and discussing will have to happen. Make sure this is what we both want.” She eyes the vampire silently before leaving the room.

Faith waits till she hears the woman get a distance away from the room before looking at Angel. “She’s afraid you still have unresolved feelings for B.”

Angel frowns deeply. “I’ll always care for her. Nothing will change that.”

“I’m sure she understands that, Angel.” Tara speaks up quietly. “But I think what Faith is trying to say, is that she’s afraid you’re still in love with her.”

Angel looks at the witch and nods his head. “I’ll keep that in mind when we talk. Thank you.” He quickly heads out of the room.

“I have a feeling things aren’t gonna be as easy for them as it was for us.” Faith mutters quietly as she walks towards Tara.

“Love isn’t usually an easy road.” Tara leans back into the slayer as she wraps her arms around her waist.

“Hell, life ain’t usually easy.” Faith growls out quietly. “We wanna open the windows and let me beat the mattress by them, or do you want me to drag it out on the roof?”

“The roof would probably be best.” Tara smiles apologetically at the slayer.

“That’s fine. The dust would probably just make more of a mess in here. What should I beat the damn thing with?” Faith frowns thinking about it.

“I don’t know if you should beat it. I don’t want it to end up like Angel’s weight bag.” Tara smirks at Faith.

“Haa haa. Funny witch.” Faith runs her hand up and pinches her nipple gently.

Tara giggles before turning into the slayer’s arms. Running a hand through Faith’s hair, Tara leans in and tucks her face into the slayer’s neck, pressing a kiss over the pulse point. “Probably a stick, a baseball bat, tennis racquet. Even possibly a broom would work.”

“I can run down and get one of the baseball bats, prop it up against something and swing away.” Faith grins.

“I’ll beat it, love. Your ribs are doing good but the twisting you would be doing will aggravate them.” Tara murmurs tucking herself in tighter to the slayer’s body. Running her hands down to caress her ass.

Faith clenches her butt cheeks as Tara caress’ them. Groaning Faith reaches down and nibbles on the witch’s shoulder. “Keep that up and we’ll both be very dusty and probably sneezing for a week.”

Tara chuckles quietly before running her hands up to caress Faith’s back.

“Got an idea.” Faith pulls away and wiggles her eyebrows. “Actually a couple…but anyway what if I take the mattress upstairs throw it up in the air and let it smack down on the roof a couple dozen times. Will that work?”

Tara quirks an eyebrow at Faith before laughing quietly. “Yes, that should work. But you’ll be careful, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll be careful.” Faith’s eyes darken slightly as she looks at the witch’s lips. Pulling her hand up she runs her thumb gently over the pillowy soft lips. “I love your lips.” Faith growls out before leaning in and kissing them gently. Pulling away she grins before easing her tongue out to gently stroke over first the top lip and then the bottom lip. Growling as she watches the lips part, Faith dives in quickly penetrating her mouth groaning as Tara’s eager tongue strokes strongly and quickly against hers.

Tara buries both hands in the slayer’s dark hair, tilting her head to get a tighter mouth to mouth fit as she battles Faith’s tongue. Sliding a thigh between the slayer’s parted legs, Tara pushes in firmly and smiles as Faith grinds back against her.

Faith pulls back from the witch growling quietly. “We don’t exactly got a good place to finish this at, witch. So maybe I’ll drag the bed to the roof.”

Tara’s dark blue eyes rake over the slayer’s body. “You are so going to owe me. Making me all horny earlier, and pulling away now? So not a good move.” Tara gets a wicked grin across her face. “I won’t bitch too much if you let me have my way with you later.”

Faith’s eyes darken considerably. “Have your way with me? Ya’ ain’t gonna make me do all kinds of naughty things to you?”

“Hmmm. What kind of naughty things?” Tara slowly closes the distance between them, reaching out and running a finger from the slayer’s full bottom lip down across her chin. Trailing it down her throat to detour around one breast, then the other one, Tara smirks as she trails down over the slayer’s belly. Reaching the top of her jeans, Tara presses firmer as she slides down over the outside of the zipper. Tara growls and looks up as Faith clasps her hand, stopping her progress. “I was just getting started.”

Faith growls deeply. “We ain’t got no where to do anything. And I ain’t gonna do it on a dirty, dusty floor. You deserve better than that.”

Tara smirks as she eases her body into Faith’s pressing firmly, forcing her backwards. As Faith’s back hit’s the wall, Tara raises an eyebrow and runs her hands around the waist band of her jeans until they meet in the front, keeping eye contact with Faith, Tara slowly unbuttons and pulls the zipper down. Grinning as she feels skin under the jeans, Tara plays her fingers over the warm mound. Cupping the slayer, Tara groans as she feels the wetness that’s already escaped. Massaging the outer lips gently, spreading the juice Tara inhales deeply as the slayer’s aroma invades the room. Sliding her two middle fingers between the swollen lips Tara watches the emotions on the slayer’s face as she pulls her fingers through the wetness oozing from the woman‘s center, catching her clit between the two fingers, squeezing gently.

As Faith jerks into the caress and closes her eyes moaning deeply, Tara squeezes more firmly. Watching as the intense pleasure crosses the slayer’s face, Tara quickly slides the two fingers down and in the slayer, rubbing her thumb against the slayer’s clit as she firmly presses against the muscle inside the slayer. Watching the liquid brown eyes open and look at her with such desire, Tara moans quietly, feeling her heart quicken. Starting to caress the muscle inside the slayer with the same firmness she’s using against her clit, Tara pushes her body in closer as she feels Faith’s body starting to clench and spasm against her hand. Knowing she’s close as Faith closes her eyes and pushes harder against her hand, Tara quickly slides her tongue into Faith’s panting mouth, flicking strongly against Faith’s tongue, battling for long moments before Faith pulls away grunting almost silently as she floods her hand with her juices.

Tara pulls Faith’s head down to her shoulder as she shivers with her release. Slowing her stroking down gradually, Tara finally brings her fingers to a stop. As she feels the slayer finally stop spasming against her fingers, Tara gently pulls her hand out from her jeans. Turning her head to kiss and nibble on the slayer’s neck, Tara moans quietly at the salty, slightly spicy flavor of the woman. Lapping up the flavor of the slayer with her tongue, Tara can’t resist and bites down gently on the tender skin of the slayers neck. Pulling it into her mouth, she sucks strongly. Raising the hand with the still damp fingers up to the slayers neck, Tara caresses it while easing up on her sucking to lave the area with her tongue. Her nose twitching with the smell of the slayer’s most intimate aroma so close, Tara growls. Quickly licking up the slight amount of juices she had unconsciously stroked onto the slayer’s neck, Tara pulls away looking into the deep brown eyes of the slayer. Slowly bringing her coated fingers to her lips, Tara places them gently in her mouth, sucking the flavor of the slayer from them.

“Fuck, girl.” Faith gravelly groans out. Finally feeling like her legs might be able to support her without the witch pressing her into the wall.

Tara smiles as she eases the now cleaned fingers out of her mouth. “See, no dirty dusty floor.”

Faith chuckles and presses her forehead against Tara’s. “That was a major fuckin’ turn on.”

“What?” Tara questions running her hand down to play along the slayer’s waist. “Being taken against a wall? I wouldn’t think that would be that much of a turn on.”

“No, not that. Not that I wasn‘t turned on…” Faith shakes her head before brushing her lips across Tara’s. “Your watching me, keeping eye contact. My God that was unbelievable.”

“Hmmm.” Tara hums quietly easing her body a couple inches away from the slayer. “I sure enjoyed it.” Running her hands up and under the t-shirt the slayer is wearing, Tara frowns as Faith captures her hands, pressing them against her ribs, just shy of their destination.

“You know I’m gonna need to change my pants now, don’t ya?” Faith growls quietly.

“Your point being?” Tara raises an eyebrow and looks back down at her captured hands. “You already need to change, so why can’t I continue having my wicked way with you?”

Faith blinks at the witch and thinks momentarily before laughing. “That’s not a reason for ya to not having your wicked way with me. It was more of a statement. But wouldn’t ya like to fix this room up so we can make good use of the humongous bed over there.” Faith nods her head towards the huge bed. “And the sooner we get to cleaning this place up, the sooner I can have ya on that bed and doing all kinds of rotten, evil things to you.”

“I thought I just demonstrated that we didn’t need a bed.” Tara leans in kissing along the slayers jaw.

Faith groans and closes her eyes. “What I’m wantin’ to do to you, You’re gonna need to be laying down for. I don‘t think your legs are gonna hold you up.”

Tara’s shoulders slump and she presses her forehead into the strong shoulder of the slayer. “You’re bound and determined to make me work and clean instead of touch, stroke, rub, lick, nibble and maybe even bite various parts of your body, aren’t you?”

“Ah, hell.” Faith grumbles. “You ain’t making this fuckin’ easy babe.”

Tara smirks, realizing she almost has the slayer where she wants her.

“But it ain’t gonna work. I’m goin’ upstairs and dust out the mattress.” Faith chuckles as Tara pulls away and places her hands on her hips growling quietly. “You’re gonna be mine. No more having your way today.”

“Brat.” Tara grumbles. “You were just leading me along weren’t you?”

“Maybe.” Faith wiggles her eyebrows grinning. “But I love ya.”

“I love you too.” Quirking her lip up slightly at the slayer she winks. “Let’s get this room done so we can get moved in. I want to see if you can make me scream loud enough that the people in the rest of hotel will still be able to hear me.”

Faith chuckles and pulls her in for a quick hug and kiss. Releasing the witch she looks down and shakes her head quickly zipping and buttoning her pants. “I need another pair of pants.”

“I’ll go downstairs and grab them.” Tara offers smirking. “After all it’s my fault they’re a little damp.”

“A little damp she says.” Faith grins. “A lot would be a better word. I’m gonna go ahead and drag the mattress out on the roof.”

Tara smiles as she watches Faith walk over to the bed and yank the mattress off it, flipping it on end and sliding it easily across the floor to the door. “Good thing the doors are big in this place, huh?”

Tara chuckles and nods. “Yes it is. You need any help?”

“Nah, I think got it.” Faith looks back smiling at the witch. “See ya in a little while.”

“Be careful love.” Tara murmurs watching Faith.

“I will.” Faith answers seriously as she quickly works the mattress up and onto the roof.


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Tara groans as she stretches her back out from scrubbing the bathroom. Looking over the sparkling clean room, she smiles. Not wanting to look at the bedroom, yet, she leans back against the wall and closes her eyes. Faith was right, that tub was definitely big enough for both of them to get up to all kinds of mischief in. As a matter of fact, she’s hoping they both have enough energy left after cleaning the rooms up to take advantage of that tub tonight. Smiling as she hears Faith working her way back into the bedroom, Tara eases out of the bathroom watching her manhandle the mattress. As she leans it against the wall, Tara grins at the dust covered slayer. “You really should check which way the wind is blowing to make sure you’re upwind so you don’t get covered in dust.”

Faith snarls up a lip at the witch. “Thanks for giving me that little grain of advice before I went out on the roof. After the first big cloud of dust covered me I figgered that out.”

Chuckling quietly Tara walks up to Faith and gently runs her fingers down her face, leaving streaks through the dust. “You’re still gorgeous.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Faith grumbles before smiling. “I’m gonna drag the box spring up and give it a couple flips, figure it wouldn’t hurt.”

Tara glances over at the box springs and nods. “You’ve got a point. I just finished cleaning the bathroom and am getting ready to start in here. Your jeans are on the dresser if you want to change.”

“Nah. No sense in dirtying up another pair of pants. Plus these have partially dried out.” Winking at Tara she grins. “Want me to help you clean this room up before going upstairs with the box springs?”

“No. Go ahead and get the box springs done. I’ve got the vacuum cleaner here and the dusting supplies. This room shouldn’t be too bad. The bathroom needed the most work.” Tara eyes Faith momentarily. “How’s your ribs?”

“Not bad.” Faith watches Tara smiling softly.

“You pulled them again, didn’t you?” Tara grumbles walking over to Faith pulling her shirt up, running her fingers gently over the ribs and frowns as she gets an involuntary flinch. “Damn it Faith.” Tara growls out. “Sit the fuck down.”

Faith watches as Tara strides out of the bedroom and sighs quietly as she walks over to the chairs and gingerly sits down, wincing slightly. “There goes my having my evil way with the witch. She’s gonna make me sleep tonight.” Faith grumbles quietly to the empty room.

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Tara bitches about stubborn slayer’s as she quickly heads down to their room. Grabbing ace bandages and quickly walking into the bathroom, she grabs up some more of her healing salts frowning at what’s left. “I’m going to have to get the ingredients and make some more.” Quickly spinning around and jogging up the stairs she strides into the bedroom watching a quiet slayer running her fingers over the table.

Faith glances up as Tara walks in. Seeing the frown on the witch’s face, Faith sighs. “I fucked up, I know it. But I couldn’t leave the mattress still full of dust.”

“No, but you could have left it for tomorrow or the day after when you felt better and we could have stayed downstairs tonight.” Tara explains quietly. Shaking her head she walks into the bathroom, running water in the tub, she dumps some of the salts in the tub. Frowning as she realizes she didn’t grab any towels, she walks back out to the bedroom. “Get in the tub and soak. I need to go get towels and other items.” Tara quickly walks out the door.

Faith groans as she watches her upset lover leave the room. Frowning she stands up and slowly walks towards the bathroom stopping just outside the door, she strips off her clothes dropping them in a pile beside the wall before walking in and carefully climbing into the big tub. Moaning as the heat starts working into her body, Faith slides further down in the water, watching the water slowly fill the tub. Reaching up, she backs off the cold water slightly to let more of the hot water flow. Glancing up and watching the door as she hears Tara close the door to the outer hotel. Watching intently as Tara comes in with items piled up in her arms and gently sets them down on the sink.

Tara turns to Faith checking the depth of the water before reaching over and turning the water off. Gingerly sitting down on the large rolled edge of the tub Tara considers the slayer silently for a few long moments. “You’re going to have to not be so stubborn, love. At least on stuff like this. It isn’t like anyone’s life was in danger or we would be hurt if the bed wasn’t prepared today, so there was no reason to re-injure your ribs.”

“I wanted to get it done today.” Faith admits quietly. “I had all kinds of wicked things runnin’ through my mind that I was planning on doing to ya.”

“Wicked is my shtick, remember?” Tara crookedly smiles at the slayer. “I’m going to have to tie your ass to the bed to make sure you don’t re-injure your ribs, aren’t I?” Tara laughs at the obvious look of arousal crosses the slayer’s face at her wording. “Like that idea do you?”

“Normally, no. With you in charge, definitely.” Faith smirks at the witch and reaches a hand up running it down the side of her neck in a gentle caress. “Sorry, babe. Slayer brain ain’t the brightest.”

“Don’t try that cop out. I don’t believe that for a minute.” Tara growls out. “And I don’t ever want you to put yourself down again, understand?”

“Come on, Tara. I’m fuckin’ stupid. I ain’t even graduated high school.” Faith snarls quietly.

“That doesn’t make you stupid, Faith. That makes you a victim of circumstances. And you can change that. If you want to.” Tara finishes quietly.

“What be a twenty year old freshman in high school? I don’t think so.” Faith growls.

“You can do courses on-line. A lot of colleges have classes a couple nights a week that you could take. I would love to help you. That’s what I’ve been going to college for.” Tara admits quietly.

“To help drop-outs?” Faith questions confused.

“To teach.” Tara smiles at the slayer. “Think on it, love. Just keep in mind you would have me here to help you. Now, let’s get your hair washed and get you cleaned so you can soak for a while.”

Faith glances at the tub and raises an eyebrow smirking at the witch. “You could probably help me better if you were in here with me.”

“Probably.” Tara admits quirking her eyebrow. Slowly Tara considers the size of the tub, it was big enough where they could both literally lie side by side in it and have room left over. Debating internally for a few minutes She watches as Faith tries to use puppy dog eyes on her. “That’s not nice.”

“I’m not a nice person.” Faith wiggles her eyebrows smirking at the witch. “Come on, you know ya wanna.”

“I was planning on it earlier. However, that was before you re-injured your ribs.” Tara admits softly running a finger down the slayer’s bruised cheek, chuckling at the streak she leaves behind. Standing up, Tara turns her back on the slayer and grabs shampoo, the vanilla body wash and a wash cloth. Looking at the tub, she tilts her head. “The edges can hold the items, but there’s a good chance they’ll slide off. I think we might need to run to a store and look into something to place our stuff on.”

Faith chuckles as Tara flips the wash rag into the tub and carefully balances the shampoo and body wash in the edge of the tub. “You know I just pulled it a bit. It ain’t that bad.”

“Right. That’s why you flinched when I barely ran my fingers over it.” Tara murmurs quietly. “Next time I’m going to cut you off. No getting or receiving any smoochies or anything else, understood?”

Faith nods her head slowly wondering what the witch was up to, before smiling hugely as she starts stripping. Watching the creamy skin come into view, Faith groans quietly. As Tara slowly eases the bra away and exposes the milky white breasts, Faith clenches the edge of the tub tightly as she feels a shot of arousal course through her body. Swallowing as the witch slowly peels off her pants after kicking her shoes off, Faith unconsciously licks her lips at the silky legs being revealed.

“Get those thoughts out of your head, Faith.” Tara murmurs glancing up seeing the look on the slayer’s face, knowing she was entertaining thoughts of ravishing her.

“Fuck, Tara.” Faith bitches. “It ain’t like I can’t please you without hurting myself. Come here and let me show ya.” Faith smirks and points to the tub. “Come on babe.”

Tara sighs and leans her hip against the counter tilting her head at the slayer. “And what will happen if I don’t?”

Faith frowns before eyeing the witch up and down starting to grin. “You wouldn’t do that to me after teasing me with all that delectable skin. Please?” Faith whispers the word with a fluttering of eyelashes.

“Goddess you make it hard to resist you.” Tara whispers.

“Then don’t.” Faith grins, dimples flashing. Shifting her body to sit up, instead of relaxing in the tub. “Come ‘ere.”

Shaking her head and giving an ‘I can’t believe I’m doing this’ look, Tara walks the short distance to the tub. Starting to ease in beside the slayer, she’s stopped by a hand on her leg. “What?”

“Face me.” Faith grins at the witch. Watching a slight blush come up on her face, Faith smirks. Watching as Tara continues to place her foot in the water beside her, Faith raises an eyebrow questioningly until Tara spins her body around so she’s straddling her body, facing her. Running her hands gently up the silky legs, Faith wiggles her eyebrows at the witch before shifting up that tad bit further and delving her tongue gently between the blondes spread legs.

“Shit.” Tara calls out loudly as Faith goes straight to licking strongly over her clit, pulling it out of its hiding place. Quickly clenching her hands in Faith’s hair, Tara groans as Faith brings her quickly to a state of intense arousal. “F-f-faith.” Tara stutters out, closing her eyes as Faith starts flicking her tongue quickly against the swollen muscle.

Faith feels the muscle starting to shiver and convulse against her flicking tongue, sucking the muscle into her mouth, Faith groans as the witch climaxes. Continuing to suck and lick over the muscle, while wrapping her arms around Tara’s thighs to help support her as her legs start shaking with her release.

Tara pants with her release, as Faith continues her ministrations on her, Tara jerks harder into her mouth. “Oh, Goddess.” Tara whimpers out roughly as another orgasm rips through her body.

Faith eases up and gently laps the swollen red muscle, smiling as it continues to spasm. Realizing the witch was trying her best to stand on her wobbly legs, Faith eases back away from her. “Ease down, babe.” Faith hoarsely mutters, helping her down into the tub, straddling her waist. Wrapping her arms around Tara’s back, Faith pulls her in for a tight embrace tucking her head in the witch’s neck.

Tara gently untangles her hands from Faith’s hair, running them over the strong shoulders to rake her nails gently down the slayer’s back. Her body finally calming down, Tara chuckles quietly.

“What’cha laughin’ at witch?” Faith mumbles into her neck.

“I was planning on taking advantage of you tonight in this thing they call a tub, but you ended up turning the tables on me.” Tara smirks and goes to kiss the top of Faith’s head and frowns seeing the dust coating it. “Love, we need to wash you and get a couple layers of dirt off you.”

“You tryin’ to say I’m dirty?” Faith’s shoulders shake from trying not to laugh. “And I don’t get no kissage or anythin’ else until I’m clean, right?”

“You got it.” Tara digs her short nails into the slayer’s lower back just the tiniest bit.

“Babe, you can do that much, much harder than that. I ain’t gonna break.” Faith growls quietly.

“Is that a request for rougher treatment, love?” Tara grins as she feels Faith nod against her neck. “Are you trying to tell me that you like things a little more on the violent side on a more personal level and not just when you’re slaying?” Tara whispers into Faith’s ear quietly. Tara frowns as she feels Faith tense just the tiniest bit. Waiting for an answer and not receiving one, Tara pulls back to look in her lovers worried eyes. “What’s wrong?”

Faith glances down, dropping eye contact while gently caressing Tara’s back and sides.

“Honey?” Tara gently lifts Faith’s chin looking in her eyes. “Tell me.” Tara tilts her head not letting Faith break eye contact.

Faith shakes her head and doesn’t open her mouth, knowing if she says anything she’ll just blurt it out.

Tara let’s her connection with the slayer open and feels the slight hint of fear coming from the slayer. “Faith, open your mouth and tell me what you’re scared of.”

“Upsetting you.” Faith whimpers quietly.

“What are you afraid of saying that will upset me?” Tara runs her hand through Faith’s hair, while still holding her chin with her other hand. “Tell me, love.”

Faith whimpers closing her eyes. “I like the occasional roughness, the violence. Being bitten hard enough to draw blood, nails scraped roughly across my back. Not that often, but occasionally.” Faith stops afraid Tara will be disgusted.

“Oh, love. I think that would be natural with what you are. Being the slayer, the violence you take and dish out is a part of you.” Tara strokes her finger over her eyebrow. “Look at me, love.”

Faith finally opens her eyes and sees the acceptance in Tara’s. “How can that not bother ya?” Seeing Tara frown in confusion, Faith searches the blue eyes. “With your past, what happened to ya? How can ya be so understandin’ and it not bother ya?”

Tara smiles softly as she finally understands what Faith’s problem is. “Is it something you like? Is it something you enjoy? Is it something that you want?” As Faith nods yes to each question, Tara quirks her lip up. “That’s how.” Seeing the confusion in Faith’s eyes, Tara sighs. “You want it, Faith. You enjoy it. You will ask me when you want rougher treatment. It won’t be done against your will. That’s how.”

Faith sighs in relief and leans back in tucking her face in the witch’s neck. “Thank you.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for, love. Just remember I will insist on you telling me when you want that. Don’t hesitate, don’t ever hesitate in asking for something that you want or need, love.” Tara murmurs quietly hugging Faith gently. “Okay?”

“Okay.” Faith smiles before kissing the witch’s neck.

Tara smiles when she feels Faith’s grin against her neck. “Let’s get you cleaned and more hot water and healing salts in here for you.”

“’kay.” Faith mumbles but doesn’t move.

“Honey?” Tara murmurs lovingly.

“Uh,huh.” Faith snuggles in tighter against Tara.

Tara chuckles at her lover. “You need to release me so we can get you washed.”

“Why?”

“Are you being a pain on purpose?” Tara laughs as Faith nods her head. Unwrapping her legs from around the slayer’s waist, Tara braces her feet against the back of the tub and pushes gently sliding her and Faith away from that end of the tub. Pulling her legs up ready to shift them, Tara murmurs “Ease back if you’re not going to release me.” Tara laughs as Faith falls backwards into the water, dragging her with her.

Faith laughs as she pushes both of them back up out of the water. Shaking her head to disperse the water running down her face, she opens her eyes and pulls back looking into the laughing blue eyes of her witch. “Your gonna make me pay for that, aren’t ya?”

“Yes.” Tara grins at Faith. “Let me go, love.” Tara shifts her body to sit beside Faith, debating for a moment. Finally deciding, she stands and eases her body behind Faiths and slides down behind the slayer, her legs on either side of the slayer’s. Reaching for the shampoo she squirts a heavy amount in her palm. Working it through the slayer’s hair, Tara chuckles as the bubbles turn gray. “Love you were really, really dirty.”

“Gonna take multiple washings?” Faith closes her eyes, enjoying the strong fingers working through her hair and over her scalp.

“Looks that way.” Tara smiles “Does that bother you?”

“Oh, hell no.” Faith chuckles. “I would be more than willing to let you use those surprisingly strong fingers to wash my body as often as ya' want.”

Chuckling Tara wraps one arm around the slayer hugging her. “I love you. Now, let’s get you cleaned.”

Faith grins as Tara proceeds to clean her body thoroughly.

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