New Paths

Buffy hesitantly steps into her bedroom after making sure Amy was settled for the night and showering, letting Tara prepare for bed first. Shutting and locking the door behind her, Buffy finds herself captured by blue eyes watching her intently. When Tara folds the covers to the bed back, inviting her in, Buffy gets a glimpse of pale creamy flesh. Unconsciously licking her lips at the brief glance, Buffy shrugs off her robe, tossing it over the chair as she heads towards the bed.



Tara smiles softly as Buffy climbs in the bed and cuddles up against her side. Dropping the covers, Tara wraps her arm around the slayer.



Slowly running her left hand up and down Tara’s body, Buffy brushes her cheek against Tara’s breast. “Are you tired?” Buffy questions softly.



“No.” Tara fights the smile crossing her face as Buffy’s fingers start to stroke closer to her breast on the upward sweep and her mound on the downward stroke.



“Cold?” Buffy feels the goosebumps under her fingertips.



“No.” Tara unconsciously arches slightly as Buffy’s fingers stroke along the flesh under her nipple.



Buffy shifts to kneel on the bed, flipping the covers over the end and maneuvers herself down to the end of the bed.



Tara quirks her eyebrows as she watches Buffy, silently wondering what her lover’s up to. Knowing what she’s ultimately planning but curious as to how she’s planning on going about it.



Shifting her body, so her head is at Tara’s feet, Buffy gently strokes her fingers over the delicate toes, her eyes darting up to Tara’s when she hears the soft exhale. Hiding the smile crossing her lips as she continues to stroke and rub Tara’s feet, the witch’s arousal becoming more obvious with her continued ministrations. “I’m sorry for what I did, Tara.” Buffy whispers finally as she slowly strokes over Tara’s feet, making her way gradually up the witch’s body as she talks to her. “Not because you were threatening to cut me off, but honestly I’m sorry for hurting you. Putting myself in your shoes, I realize that I would have probably been so pissed, that it would have taken an act of Congress to even have me speaking to you at this moment in time.” Buffy admits sadly, knowing her own short-comings and that it would take a while for her own anger to subside if something like this were to happen. “I never should have done something that could have directly affected both our lives without speaking to you first.”



“Honey…” Tara starts, stopping when Buffy just shakes her head and smiles softly at her.



“Tonight is about making a start at amends. Relax and just let me do this.” Buffy gently kneads Tara’s thigh with both hands until she feels the muscles loosen and relax, shifting to treat the other thigh the same way, smiling as she listens to the shallow breaths and the intense smell of arousal coming from her lover. Happy to know her touch arouses Tara, Buffy hesitates before looking into hooded blue eyes. “Would you mind rolling over onto your stomach?”



Tara groans and slowly rolls over after Buffy shifts out from between her legs. Moaning softly as she buries her face in the pillow as Buffy’s strong hands start to massage up the back of her calves. When she feels the slayer’s lips placing hot, wet kisses along her thighs, she spreads her legs a little further apart to give Buffy more room to maneuver upwards.



Slowly kissing Tara’s thighs Buffy works her way upwards, finally arriving at Tara’s butt. Trailing her tongue firmly over one globe, Buffy kneads the other cheek gently with her hand, smiling as she feels Tara’s butt muscles clenching and unclenching with each caress and soft whimpers occasionally escaping from her lover’s lips. Working her way completely around one cheek, Buffy finally shifts to the other one to kiss, lick and nibble gently while kneading and stroking the other one. Resting her cheek against Tara’s butt cheek for a few minutes, Buffy deeply inhales, letting her lover’s smell invade her whole being. Swearing she’ll never get tired of the rich, earthy smell and taste of her lover. Slowly maneuvering so she’s straddling Tara’s butt cheeks, Buffy continues with the massage, slowly working the muscles of Tara’s back, chuckling softly at the low grumble coming from Tara. “I’m nowhere near finished with you.” Buffy whispers.



“I’m going to be useless if you keep this up.” Tara admits, shifting her head and brushing her cheek against the pillow. Her eyes closed and her body starting to relax again from the heavy desire that had been thundering through her body with Buffy’s attention to her thighs and butt cheeks.



“Then you’ll be useless. I’m just going to take care of you tonight, Tara. Don’t worry about me, or my desires.” Buffy whispers softly as she leans over her lover’s back pressing a soft kiss to Tara’s shoulder while continuing her soothing massage. Massaging slowly down Tara’s arms, even massaging her fingers, Buffy finally lifts her body up, she gently urges Tara to maneuver herself around onto her back, smiling as she sees the heavy-lidded eyes gazing back at her, Tara half asleep from her ministrations. “Would you like me to finish the massage, or would you rather go to sleep?”



“What does the rest of the massage consist of?” Tara questions, her voice low and deep as she licks her lips slowly.



Buffy gently settles her butt on Tara’s thighs as she let’s her fingers trail down Tara’s neck and caress lovingly over the witch’s upper chest. “Massaging the body parts that I haven’t caressed yet.” Buffy swallows as she watches Tara’s breasts, her pale pink nipples tightening into hard nubs. “So… sleep or massage?” Buffy chuckles deeply as Tara pulls her down into an extremely heated, sloppy, wet and very arousing kiss. Her chuckles turning into a low groan as one of Tara’s hands stroke determinedly down her body, fingers starting to delve between her swollen, desire coated flesh, Buffy whimpers and grasps Tara’s hand gently in hers.



“Please, Buffy.” Tara searches the slayer’s desire-filled eyes, knowing Buffy was planning on pleasuring her while ignoring her own needs and desires.



Buffy gently pulls Tara’s fingers up to her mouth and swirls her tongue around the damp digits, gathering her juices before sucking each finger individually into her mouth for long moments. Pressing small kisses on each pad of Tara’s fingers as she finishes suckling on the digits, Buffy wiggles her eyebrows. “Not bad, but I much prefer your rich, earthy musk to my rich, darker and heavier flavor.”



Tara has to chuckle at her lover’s comment. Easing her hand from Buffy’s, she smirks and eases it between her own legs, her hips bucking uncontrollably with the touch as she gathers some of her own juices, making sure each finger is generously coated before pulling her dripping fingers out from between her legs and finally offers them to Buffy. Grinning wickedly, she pulls her hand away as Buffy almost has a finger in her mouth.



Buffy grunts and furrows her brows as Tara pulls her hand away. “Tara?” She half-whines, half-begs at her treat being taken away. Groaning loudly as Tara brings the wet fingers to her own mouth and trails her tongue over the glistening digits. “So not fair.” Buffy whimpers softly as she watches Tara grin before sucking first one long finger into her mouth before following it with another.



Tara wraps her free hand around Buffy’s neck and quickly yanks the slayer down to her as she pulls her hand away from her mouth, kissing her forcefully.



Buffy melts against Tara’s body, shifting so she’s lying against Tara completely as she gather’s the flavor of the witch, sucking firmly on Tara’s tongue realizing Tara had just been gathering the liquid to share with her, not just to tease her with. Releasing the muscle, Buffy delves into Tara’s mouth, moaning as she gather’s all that she can find.



Tara pants heavily as she brushes her cheek against Buffy’s. Running her hands down Buffy’s back, she gently urges her to shift and straddle her thigh. “Together.” Tara breathes the word in Buffy’s ear as she raises her leg to press firmly against Buffy’s apex, groaning as her lover shifts and her hip presses against her.



Moaning at the contact and the wet heat against her flesh, Buffy lifts her head and slowly rotates her hips around, effectively grinding her body against Tara’s, making them both whimper at the contact. “I wanted to make love to you.” Buffy brushes her lips against Tara’s as she starts a slow, gradual rocking motion, feeling the wetness from Tara being transferred onto her hip while painting her lover’s thigh with her own desire.



Tara shifts slightly and presses harder into Buffy’s body while pulling her down for a slow, tantalizing kiss. “And I want to make love to you. This is a compromise…” Tara moans quietly as Buffy’s hip settles into the perfect spot. Grinding against her lover, Tara closes her eyes in pleasure as she grinds and rocks faster, unconsciously pressing her leg harder into Buffy’s apex.



“God, Tara.” Buffy whimpers, burying her face in Tara’s neck as she bucks and rocks more firmly against Tara, feeling the pleasure working through her, knowing it won’t take long, and from the way Tara’s whimpering in her ear and her body’s grinding against her, she figures her lover’s right on the cusp of climaxing also.



Tara grasps Buffy’s butt cheeks tightly as she presses harder and faster against her lover’s body, feeling the orgasm rolling through her, she bites firmly on Buffy’s shoulder to keep from crying out as she bucks hard with her climax.



Hissing softly and arching tightly against Tara’s thigh as she feels the wetness coming from her lover’s body with her climax, Buffy grinds hard one more time, quickly following Tara before collapsing bonelessly on top of the witch.



Panting heavily, Tara threads her fingers together at Buffy’s lower back and enjoys the feel of the slayer’s warm, damp body pressing against hers as they fight to get control of their breathing. As usual, Buffy getting control quite a bit faster than her.



Slowly trailing her tongue over Tara’s pulse point gathering the thin layer of perspiration there as she presses her tongue against the artery for a few moments, enjoying the feel of it pounding against her before slowly making her way further down her lover’s body. “You taste wonderful.” Buffy whispers softly, shifting to ease her body between Tara’s legs, pressing her abdomen gently against the wet heat as she suckles on first one nipple before working her way to the other one.



Tara whimpers as Buffy starts to nip and scrape her teeth gently down her breast and abdomen. Burying her hands in the slayer’s blonde hair, she presses her body upwards as Buffy starts to suckle firmly over her mound.



Shifting down the short distance, Buffy nuzzles into her lover’s body. “To touch, smell, taste and enjoy you is heaven on earth.” Buffy whispers softly, blushing at her own sappiness, but it’s what she feels in her heart. Lapping gently across her lover’s body, Buffy enjoys all that the witch has to offer while listening to the soft whimpers and louder groans when her tongue trails over the swollen muscle. Pulling her mouth away, Buffy smiles up at her lover. “Careful or everyone in the house will know what we’re doing.”



Tara blushes even as she yanks the pillow out from under her head and yanks it down on her face, holding it firmly against her with both hands.



Buffy chuckles softly even as Tara’s muffled growl is heard to her sensitive slayer hearing. Nuzzling back into the witch’s body, Buffy wraps her lips around her lover’s spasming muscle and growls low and long, letting the vibrations rumble over the sensitive muscle. Grinning as Tara bucks uncontrollably against her and climaxes after a few moments of this treatment, Buffy puts that into her data banks to do again… frequently. Continuing to suckle and lick Buffy groans as another small flood of liquid eases from her lover. Hearing the quiet whimpers and feeling the hand pushing gently against her head, Buffy eases back from Tara’s body and nibbles along her inner thighs, lapping contentedly at the liquid she finds.



Whimpering softly, Tara finally pulls the pillow off her face after Buffy releases her body and gives her a much needed break. Threading her fingers through Buffy’s hair, she tugs gently, silently urging her lover to come upwards.



Gently nipping the flesh she’d been licking, Buffy slowly makes her way up Tara’s body, leaving a trail of damp spots as she presses open mouthed kisses along quivering flesh. Shifting to lie beside Tara instead of on her, Buffy rubs her cheek over her shoulder and lovingly strokes her fingers over Tara’s chest and stomach, making little patterns on her skin. “Sleep, love.” Buffy finally whispers as Tara’s breathing calms, reaching over to turn off the lamp and snuggling against Tara’s side.



“I love you.” Tara whispers, her voice low and slightly rough as she wraps Buffy in her arms and hugs her tightly.



“I love you, too.” Buffy murmurs, kissing Tara’s upper chest before easing her leg over her lover and closing her eyes letting Tara’s strong heartbeat lull her to sleep.