A Witch In LA

Chapter 17

“Thank you, thank you, thank you for not making me sing.” Dawn lets out a huge sigh of relief, as they walk into the hotel after dropping Cordelia off at her apartment. “I thought for sure you two would make me sing.”

“We wouldn’t make you do anything you really didn’t want to, Dawnie.” Tara smiles as Dawn snuggles against her side. Running a hand down Dawn’s hair as they head into the office, Tara laughs as Dawn yawns. “Tired, sweetie?”

Dawn nods her head. “Would you guys mind if I went ahead and went to bed?”

“Not at all, sweetie.” Tara smiles and hugs the teen. “We’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You mean today.” Faith smirks at Tara. “You know it is after two o’clock in the mornin’.”

“Okay, later today.” Tara grins as Dawn hesitates for a moment, before hugging Faith quickly. Tara chuckles as Dawn runs up the stairs, leaving a surprised Faith standing beside her. Wrapping her arms around her lover, she places a gentle kiss on her lips. “I think she accepts you completely.”

“I guess so.” Faith stands there, still stunned. “Fang must not be back from patrol yet. I’ll ask him when he gets in if it’s okay to borrow the ride.”

“Let’s go look for somewhere to spend the night. Anywhere in particular that you’re interested in?” Tara questions as they walk into the office. Booting up the computer, Tara grins as Faith sits down in the chair and pats her lap. Easing down onto the slayer’s legs, Tara wraps an arm around her neck, leaning in to nip lightly across the slayer’s strong jaw. “I love you.” Tara whispers quietly, before capturing the slayer’s lips in a long, languorous kiss.

Faith grasps the witch’s hip, squeezing firmly while running her other hand up and under her shirt, running her fingertips lightly over her stomach. As they slowly ease back into soft gentle presses of lips, Faith smiles. “I love you too.” Tilting her head against Tara’s shoulder she runs her hand around to hug her gently. “I wonder what happened to Lorne? After we sung the duet he disappeared.”

“I noticed that he was gone when we finished the song, but I didn’t really pay any attention to see where he went.” Tara admits, running a hand through Faith’s hair. “Maybe he had bar business to deal with.”

“Maybe.” Faith nods her head, deciding not to worry about the demon. Faith let’s Tara shift around to search the web. As she points out different places, that all were within a two hour drive, the two finally decide on one small town with a hotel that has a 24 hour restaurant and looked to have a lot of good reviews. Listening as Tara calls and makes the reservations, Faith presses firm kisses along the witch’s back. Growling at the clothes covering the skin she wants to get at, Faith works her hands around and slowly lifts Tara’s shirt, before being smacked. “Fuck! That’s mean.” Faith grumbles as Tara turns and narrows her gaze at her as she finishes the phone call.

“It’s very hard to carry on a conversation when you’re trying to undress me!” Tara smirks at Faith.

“Wasn’t tryin’ to undress ya. Was just wantin’ to get at the skin of your back and place kisses all over it.” Faith mumbles. “Clothes were going to stay on, honest.”

“Right.” Tara grins, before kissing the slayer firmly. “Are you wanting to stay up for Angel to get back, or do you want to leave him a note on the weapons cabinet?”

“How about we give him another half hour. If he’s not back by then, I’ll leave a note.” Faith wiggles her eyebrows. “We can make out ‘til then.”

“Okay.” Tara leans in and starts kissing the smiling lips of the slayer.

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Lorne waves to Angel as he walks in the bar. As he leads him back to his room, he motions him to sit down. “We got a problem, Angel.” Lorne sits down facing Angel.

Angel looks in surprise at the unusually somber demon. “What’s wrong, Lorne?”

“I wasn’t even trying to see. It was just so strong…” Lorne looks up with haunted eyes. “I don’t know what to do. But I’ve got to tell somebody.” Lorne wrings his hands before finally telling Angel about what he saw. As he looks up at the stunned vampire, Lorne frowns heavily. “I’m completely lost, Angel. Do you have any idea?”

“No.” Angel swallows hard, as he rubs the back of his neck. “You’re right though. If you tell them, Faith will insist on taking her somewhere else. But if I know Tara, she’ll insist on going no matter what. That woman has a sense of goodness and doing what’s right a mile wide.” Angel looks back up at the demon. “There isn’t any chance whatsoever that you mis-read what was shown you or that Tara might have lived through it?”

“No. God, I wish there was, but it was very clear and very plain what happened. It took her very essence, her life force, along with the amulet to close the Hellmouth. Then there was nothing. She was gone. I didn’t even see what happened to Faith afterwards. It’s kind of like when Tara died, it took Faith with her, even thought I don’t think Faith actually died at that time.”

“If Tara dies, Faith’ll give up. She was headed there before the witch came to LA.” Angel growls deeply, as he stands slowly pacing back and forth. “I honestly believe the only reason Faith is alive today, is because of Tara.”

“You may be right.” Lorne sighs quietly, before leaning back in his chair. “I would suggest you visiting the PTB, but I don’t think there’s much reason. This just seems so final.”

Angel nods quietly in agreement. “I think it may be best not to tell them. It might actually drive Faith off the deep end. And if we tell Tara, she’ll have to tell Faith.”

“So mum’s the word?” Lorne questions, his red eyes sad.

“That would be for the best. It’s a bitch, but we don’t have much of a choice.” Angel slowly stands. “I guess I should head back. If you get anything else, let me know.”

“I will. Thanks Angel.” Lorne watches Angel stride out of his room before he stands and collapses on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. “I think this is one of the few times that I really wish I didn’t have these powers.” He whimpers to the empty room, as tears slowly work their way down his face.

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Angel has to smirk at the two women, as he walks up to the counter, watching the serious make-out session. “Don’t mind me, I’ll just watch.” He chuckles as Faith removes her hand from under Tara’s shirt, flipping him off before sliding it back.

“Faith.” Tara pulls out of the kiss, admonishing the slayer, as she grasps the hand before it makes it to her breast.

“He’s just being a pain in the fuckin’ ass.” Faith grumbles quietly, snarling at the vampire.

“Be nice. We want to ask him a favor, remember?” Tara bites her lip, trying to keep from laughing at her lover. “I’ll take you upstairs and do anything at all you want. How’s that?” Tara offers smiling.

“You would anyway.” Faith grins before kissing her softly. Turning her gaze on Angel, she has to chuckle. “Gotta get your kicks somehow, huh?”

“Yes, Faith. My watching you two make out is the highlight of my day.” Angel rolls his eyes.

“I bet it is.” Faith growls quietly. “Anyway, can we borrow the car tomorrow and bring it back the following day? We wanna take Little D for a little road trip before she has to go back to Sunny Hell.”

“That’s fine.” Angel answers, nodding his head. “Do you need anything else?” He questions quietly, as he stands ready to go to his apartment to think about what Lorne told him.

“Nah, we got it covered.” Faith mutters. “Thanks Fang. I appreciate it.”

“No problem, Faith.” Angel’s lip quirks briefly. “Just take care of it.”

Faith and Tara watch the vampire as he quickly leaves. “Well that’s taken care of.” Tara whispers quietly, before leaning in and nipping on Faith’s ear lobe. “So love. What do you want me to do to you? Or what do you want to do to me?”

Faith smirks and gets a wicked gleam in her eyes. “I got something I wanna do to you.” Faith hooks one arm under Tara’s legs and the other behind her back to hold her to her, before standing up to run up all the stairs to their bedroom, making Tara giggle.

“There is definitely something to be said about slayer strength.” Tara murmurs scraping her teeth gently down the slayer’s neck.

“Got that right. Slayer strength and slayer stamina has come in very handy when it comes to you, my witch. You sure you ain’t casting some kind of spell to make you capable of keeping up with me?” Faith growls quietly as she slides Tara down her body.

“No.” Tara smirks at the slayer. “I’m just good.”

“Damn right.” Faith nods her head in agreement before quickly stripping her own clothes off, before gently disrobing Tara. “God, you’re beautiful.” Faith whispers, as she kneels in front of Tara untying her shoes and gently easing them off the narrow, delicate feet. Reaching up she unbuttons and unzips Tara’s jeans before easing them down over the witch’s hips and silky legs, inhaling deeply of the witch’s musky scent. Reaching back up, Faith glances up, catching Tara’s blue eyes with her brown ones, watching them darken as she slowly slides the panties down and off. Licking her lips, she leans in to lick over soft, wet, warm outer lips. Gathering up a brief taste of the witch’s nectar, groaning before standing to kiss Tara lovingly. Pulling back after a long moment of soft kisses, Faith looks deep into Tara’s eyes. “Do you trust me?” Faith questions quietly.

“Yes.” Tara answers without hesitation, watching as Faith’s eyes light up with love.

“Would you mind climbing on the bed, and staying on your hands and knees?” Faith softly whispers.

“Of course not, love.” Tara kisses her before doing as Faith asked.

“Close your eyes, babe. Don’t open them until I tell you, ‘kay?” Faith watches as Tara closes her eyes quickly and nods her head in understanding. “God, I love you.” Faith whimpers out.

“I love you too, my slayer.” Tara whispers back.

Faith swallows deeply, before going to her clothes drawer, pulling a couple items out she had hidden in their a couple days earlier when she snuck out of the hotel when she was supposed to be training. Laying the one item at the end of the bed, Faith keeps the other in her hand as she slowly climbs up behind Tara. Setting the item in her hand on the bed within easy reach, Faith positions her body behind Tara’s, so she’s straddling one of the witch’s slightly parted legs. Gently pressing her swollen, throbbing sex against Tara’s ass cheek, Faith groans, enjoying the contact.

Tara whimpers quietly as she feels the slayer’s hot, wet sex pressing against her. As her lover’s strong, but gentle hands run soothingly from her shoulders down her back, caressing her, Tara arches into the touches.

“Easy, babe. I’m just getting started.” Faith murmurs, as Tara tries to rock hard into her. Leaning over Tara, she starts placing soft kisses over Tara’s back, occasionally licking strongly over an extra sensitive area. “Do you have any idea how good you taste?” Faith groans as she licks up some perspiration that’s starting to gather on the witch’s skin.

“Goddess, Faith!” Tara whimpers louder as Faith slowly works her way over her back, not leaving a single area un-kissed. Holding herself steady, even though her whole body is urging her to rock and find release however she can. As Faith finally makes her way down to her ass, Tara moans loudly as she kisses all of one cheek then kisses the other cheek. Feeling Faith pull away, Tara groans at the loss before she growls as Faith gently spreads her butt cheeks apart, teasingly running her tongue between them. “Oh, sweet Goddesssssss!!” Tara hisses out in pleasure, at the tongue teasingly circles her virginal hole.

Faith smiles as Tara tries to press back, gently Faith flicks her tongue over the clenching sphincter muscles for the first time, making Tara grunt and jerk at the fleeting feeling.

“Don’t tease, Faith!” Tara cries out. Sighing in pleasure as she feel’s one of Faith’s hands reach down to cup her swollen, weeping sex.

“God, you are so wet.” Faith mutters, gathering up Tara’s juices, amazed at the free flowing fount of nectar coming from the woman. “Gotta taste before I finish working on my plan.” Faith growls, as she quickly turns her body and slides under Tara’s dripping sex, urging her witch down so she can lap up all the juices on the witch’s outer lips before delving strongly between the pouty, swollen lips to lick up and over the hardened, swollen clit of her lover. “Have you ever been this swollen or this hard before?” Faith wonders out loud.

“Goddess, no! Tara shakes, her whole body almost feeling like a live wire. “Please, Faith. Please suck it hard.” Tara whimpers, needing release.

Unable to disobey an order from her love, Faith sucks the red, blood engorged muscle into her mouth quickly, sucking gently.

“HARD, Faith!” Tara cries out wanting more and as Faith sucks the muscle strongly, so strongly she almost feels like it’s going to explode in a million pieces, Tara whimpers repeatedly, at once trying to get closer and yet far away from the pleasure/pain of the slayer’s ministrations and release working its way through her. As she finally explodes, Tara cries out Faith’s name loudly, her body collapsing on the bed, unable to support herself anymore.

Faith eases up on her ministrations, as she helps support Tara as she collapses from her obvious mind-blowing orgasm. Running her tongue over her lips, gathering up stray bits of her lovers sweet juices, Faith groans, leaning in to lick up all that she can find, making Tara pant and rock harder as she inadvertently licks over the still hard almost purplish muscle. “Again?” Faith questions hoarsely as she softly presses her tongue against the hard muscle.

Panting, Tara keeps her eyes closed, as Faith has asked her to do, but so wanting to see Faith’s eyes. “I definitely wouldn’t say no.” Tara pants heavily.

Faith chuckles. “How about somethin’ else first, then if you’re still up for it, I’ll suck you off for the next five hours.”

Tara’s body jerks hard at that comment, almost coming again at just the thought.

Faith smirks at the obvious response to her statement. Easing her body back up and around, she cups the witch’s sex gently. Not massaging or anything, just holding it in her strong capable hand. Reaching over with her right hand, Faith flips open the cap, smiling as she smells the slight raspberry smell of the lube. Finally taking her hand away from Tara’s sex, Faith uses her left hand to squirt lube generously over two of her fingers. Making sure they’re coated properly, Faith drops the lube to the side and gently separates the witch’s ass cheeks again, leaning in she starts licking up and over the blonde like she’d done previously.

Slowly replacing her tongue with one well-lubricated finger, Faith nips softly at the witch’s ass cheek, loving the way her lover flexes and pushes into her slightest touch. Rubbing her finger gently around the orifice, paying close attention as the muscle relaxes, Faith gently eases her finger in millimeter by millimeter, stopping at the slightest tensing she feels coming from Tara. As she relaxes again, Faith continues easing her finger in until it’s buried completely in Tara, making her groan loudly.

“Feels good, Faith.” Tara starts clenching and unclenching her ass muscles on Faith’s finger, enjoying the pressure immensely. “Goddess, can I have more?” Tara whimpers, wanting to feel fuller.

“God, yes. You can have anything and everything you want.” Faith roughly answers as she eases her finger almost all the way out, before gently pressing back in. “Just let me make sure you’re loose…” Faith trails off, as her finger works in and out of the witch. Slowing it down to where just the tip of her finger is in the witch, Faith eases her other finger in, so both tips are pressed just inside Tara’s body. “You okay?” Faith questions.

“Yes, please, Faith.” Tara tries to push against her lover’s hand, grunting when she feels Faith’s other hand keeping her from impaling herself on Faith’s fingers.

“Easy, Tare.” Faith mutters before slowly working her two fingers into her lover, not needing to take as much time as she did the first time. As both fingers bury themselves, Faith leans over Tara’s back, kissing her shoulder blade. “Do you want me to fuck you like this, Tare?” Faith growls into Tara’s ear.

“Fuck yes!” Tara cries out, her hips pushing back against Faith, urging her to start.

Faith smiles as she first starts an easy rhythm within her lover, groaning quietly at how tight Tara is. Gradually picking up speed, she keeps the strokes gentle, so Tara won’t get sore.

“Harder, Faith.” Tara whimpers, rocking her body hard, wanting more.

“Don’t wanna hurt ya.” Faith calls out, but picks up the stroking to a firmer stroke.

“You won’t, love.” Tara urges her on, with her body. Finally taking the initiative, Tara eases her legs just a tiny bit further apart and grasps the headboard to the bed. Using the leverage of the headboard and her body, Tara shoves her body back harder against Faith’s stroking fingers, not giving Faith the chance to counteract the harder stroke. “Yes, like that!” Tara groans loudly, her body rocking heavily and more forcefully against Faith’s fingers.

“God, if you want it…” Faith growls, working her fingers in and out of the witch at a steady, strong pace.

Feeling her body starting to coil up into another orgasm, Tara starts whimpering loudly.

“Ready witch?” Faith questions roughly, and as Tara’s head nods up and down, Faith reaches down with her free hand and slides four fingers easily into the witch’s center, alternating the in and out motion for a few moments before Tara screams loud enough to wake the dead, almost passing out from the pleasure coursing through her body.

Faith gently stops her stroking after Tara collapses. Finally easing her fingers out of her love, Faith lays down beside her, stroking her back lovingly.

As Tara slowly regains some semblance of control, she looks at the multi-colored spots still playing about behind her eyelids. Swallowing a couple times, she croakily questions the slayer. “Can I open my eyes yet?”

“Hmmm.” Faith thinks on it for a minute before nodding her head. “Yes, you can open your eyes. I’ll let you decide whether you want to use or be used on for the next thing.” Tara‘s smirk turns to a laugh.

Blinking her eyes a few times finally dispels the last of the colored lights. “Use or be used on…” Tara starts laughing. “Did you buy a harness and dildo, love?”

“Yes.” Faith admits, smiling at her laughing lover.

“I think I definitely am going to be the one using it, this time.” Tara shifts her body around to look at Faith. “Where is it love?”

Faith looks to the end of the bed grasping it firmly before finally handing it over to Tara, not knowing how she’s going to react to the long, thick strap on.

“This is a big one, isn’t it?” Tara questions softly, looking up into Faith’s worried eyes. Leaning up she kisses Faith lovingly, before shifting her body around and off the bed to step into the harness, quickly tightening the belts and clips, making sure it sits properly, groaning at the pressure.

Faith watches Tara curiously, before tilting her head at the witch. “Obviously you’ve had some practice with this type thing before?” Faith questions, surprised.

Tara looks up and smirks at her lover. “So, do you want me to make love to you, fuck you fast and quick, long and hard, or pound you into the mattress as hard as I can?” Tara questions, slowly easing up onto the bed, watching the gamut of emotions cross Faith’s face.

Faith looks at her lover, with lust filled eyes. “Fucking pound me through the mattress.” Faith growls with desire, feeling her own juices leaking out and down her legs from where she’s still kneeling on the bed.

“On your hands and knees Faith, facing away from me.” Tara orders in a no-nonsense tone, smiling as she notices the lube lying on the bed. As Faith turns away from her to position her body as asked, Tara grasps the lube. Easing up behind Faith, Tara runs a hand through the wetness dripping out of the slayer. Gathering up the moisture she quickly uses the slayer’s own juices to coat the fake dick before positioning it at the slayer’s begging center.

Pressing to where just the tip of the fake penis is at the slayer’s opening, Tara slaps Faith’s ass firmly as she tries to push her body onto the fake appendage. “Stay still.” Tara orders, smirking as Faith’s body jerks and she moans loudly. Flipping open the top of the lube, she squeezes out a good dollop, coating three fingers liberally, planning on giving the slayer the ride of her life tonight. Dropping the lube after flipping it closed, Tara slowly eases her body in closer to Faith’s, burying the dildo deep into the whimpering slayer. “You ready, slayer?” Tara leans over to whisper the question in Faith’s ear.

“FUCK YEAH!” Faith yells, grunting loudly in pleasure as Tara pulls back and snaps her hips in hard to the slayer’s body, causing the dildo to bottom out inside her. “Oh, yeah! Pound me, fuck me, make me hurt, God now!” Faith mutters loudly, her body pushing back against Tara’s.

“You sure?” Tara questions one last time, and at Faith’s nod, she starts a quick, hard, pounding in the slayers body, grasping the slayer’s hip with her left hand, her right playing down the slayer’s crack as she fucks Faith as hard as she can, her hips snapping repeatedly into the slayer.

“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.” Faith repeatedly mutters as she starts coming, whimpering as Tara doesn’t let up, but continues to pound away inside her, the strap on stroking repeatedly over her g-spot. Her body cycles quickly back around, as another orgasm rips through her, still the witch doesn’t let up.

“I’m going to keep this up all night, are you prepared for this slayer?” Tara questions, her voice rough and deep, as she feels another orgasm working its way through the shaking slayer.

“Do it.” Faith growls, her eyes opening wide as the hand that had been playing over her ass, plays more firmly around her tight hole. Feeling another orgasm working its way up and through her body, she cries out Tara’s name as a well lubed finger slides home inside her rosebud, tipping her over the edge as she climaxes again. Seeing multi-colored spots across her eyes, Faith’s sex clenches down hard on the dildo inside her.

Tara grunts as Faith clenches down so hard on the dildo that she grinds her clit hard against the base of the dildo, climaxing herself. Pulling her finger almost all the way out of the slayers hole, she slides back in with two fingers, stroking fast, but gently into her lover’s body, feeling her tensing up again. Reaching around and down the slayer’s body, Tara firmly pinches Faith’s swollen clit, making her cry out again as she comes. As Faith’s muscles slowly relax, Tara pulls back and starts her hard punishing stroking inside the slayer’s center again, while still keeping up the stroking of her fingers in Faith’s ass, slowing down the stroking, she eases the third finger into Faith, still keeping up her hard, jack hammer thrusts in the slayer’s center.

“FUCK!!!!!!!!!” Faith arches up, as her body explodes, saturating the witch and the covers before collapsing, passed out from the extreme pleasure coursing through her body.

Tara follows Faith down, half on top of the slayer. Panting heavily as the sweat drips off of her from her exertions, she slowly eases her fingers out of her love. Placing a gentle kiss on her shoulder, Tara eases her body back and out of the slayer. Unbuckling the harness, Tara slides it off and unsteadily works her way to the bathroom. Washing the items, she places them on a towel while washing her hands and her own body free of the lube with a soapy wash cloth. Preparing another couple wash clothes and grabbing multiple towels, she walks a little steadier into their bedroom, smiling at her slayer. Gently washing the slayer, Tara turns her over onto her back, grinning at the boneless mass of her lover. Lovingly wiping her down and drying her, Tara places a couple towels over the damp spot of the bed. Grasping one of the extra blankets out of a drawer Tara gently places it over her lover before climbing back in the bed. Wiggling her body against Faith, Tara wraps an arm around her waist and buries her face against the slayer’s chest.

“Goddess, I love you.” Tara whispers before drifting off to sleep.

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