A Witch In LA

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Chapter 20

“I can’t believe the idiot was going to call off the wedding because that demon was acting like he was a future Xander.” Faith growls out as they drive back to LA. “How fuckin’ stupid is that?”

“How would you react if a ‘future’ you came back and said that you would end up hating and beating me, if we stuck together?” Tara questions softly, as she plays with Faith’s hair.

Faith grunts, not saying anything.

Tara smiles at her lover. “Not so hard to understand now, huh?” Tara questions leaning in to rest her head on Faith’s shoulder. “Good thing you were there. He would have believed it if you hadn’t caught the demon vibe from the fake Xander.”

“And who cast the spell to get rid of his glamour?” Faith grins, glancing at Tara briefly. “My witch. That’s who!” Faith laughs quietly. “How about we admit it was a joint effort and we’re both the saviors of the day?”

“I’ll go along with that.” Tara murmurs, turning her head to place a kiss on Faith’s shoulders. “You looked absolutely beautiful in your dress, love. I think I need to take you out to dinner to some high class restaurant and get you to wear it again, that way I can sneak you into their bathroom and have my wicked way with you.”

Faith chuckles. “You know we were almost caught, don’t ya? Spike ran interference with Dawnie when she came lookin’ for us.”

Tara blushes lightly and nods her head. “You looked so sexy, I just couldn’t resist.” Tara admits. “Just thinking about you in the little black dress with the slit up to your hip…” Tara growls at the thought. “I could take you right now, if you weren’t driving.”

“Oh, don’t let that stop you.” Faith turns passion filled eyes on the witch.

“I’m not having you wreck us because of my wanting to have my way with you.” Tara shakes her head at the thought. “But if you find a secluded little road to turn off onto, I wouldn’t say no.” Tara whispers into Faith’s ear before licking the sensitive skin behind the lobe.

Faith groans and starts paying attention as she drives along, finally coming along a road that looks promising, she turns down it, smirking as they pass a couple houses set back from the road and finally coming along a stretch of woods on either side, quickly maneuvering the big vehicle around to point back towards the main road, Faith puts the car in park and turns off the engine, turning to the witch. “Think this’ll work?” She smirks at Tara.

Tara doesn’t answer, she just points to the back seat, chuckling as Faith quickly hops over. Following her lover, Tara quickly yanks off Faith’s tank top and unhooks her bra, attacking her breasts.

“God, I love it when you take charge!” Faith groans, arching up as Tara’s hand works it’s way firmly down her stomach to unbutton her jeans.

“Good thing.” Tara murmurs, sliding down to kiss the slayer’s muscular stomach. “I like taking charge.”

Faith chuckles, then cries out Tara’s name, as she quickly yanks her pants down and shoves three fingers inside her. Matching each one of the witch’s strokes with her hips, Faith groans loudly as Tara nips her way up to suck as much of one breast as will fit into her mouth. “God…so…goooood!” Faith pants out hoarsely, one hand wrapped in Tara’s hair, while the other holds on for dear life on the front seat, her body pumping hard against Tara’s fingers.

Sucking strongly on the slayer’s breast, Tara finally brings her thumb into play, rubbing firmly over Faith’s swollen nub, while curling her fingers inside the slayer, stroking that inner sensitive muscle. Finally releasing the breast, Tara reaches up to hungrily kiss the slayer’s mouth, flicking her tongue wantonly against Faith’s, moaning as Faith’s inner muscles start clenching around her fingers.

Pulling her mouth away, Faith finally screams out her release, flooding the witch’s hand with her juices. “Sweet mother!!” Faith continues to rock against Tara for a few long moments as the witch nips and sucks her way back down to her breasts.

Tara smiles as Faith’s inner walls finally ease up their death grip on her fingers. Gently easing her fingers out of the slayer, she shifts her body back a short distance from Faith, before easing down the slayer’s body to gently lap up all the juices she can find. “Goddess, Faith!” Tara growls into the slayer’s sex. “You taste so damn good.” She mutters before diving back in, sucking one outer lip into her mouth to clean thoroughly before doing the same to the other lip.

Faith groans, her body jerking into the witch’s ministrations. “Keep that up, you’ll have more to clean.”

“I won’t complain.” Tara mumbles as she works her way to the slayer’s inner lips, licking up the slayer’s slit with a strong stroke of her tongue, making Faith jump as she strokes over her still quivering clit. Smiling wickedly, Tara latches onto the muscle, sucking as strongly as she can, making Faith scream loudly as another orgasm comes rushing through her body, her hips jerking continuously in pleasure. “Oh, yes.” Tara murmurs lapping up the sweet reward.

Faith’s breath hitches in her chest as she comes down from her orgasmic high. “You’re killin’ me.” Faith grunts quietly, finally opening her eyes to look down at Tara as she finishes cleaning as much of the mess as possible.

“Hmmm.” Tara finishes cleaning Faith before helping ease her pants back up. “Death by orgasm is a very well-respected way of dying. Going out with a smile on your face is a definite good thing.” Tara smirks as she gently eases up to place a kiss on each nipple before continuing her journey to kiss the slayer’s lips softly.

Wrapping her arms around Tara, Faith smiles contentedly as her witch snuggles her body comfortably between her legs.

“I could stay with you like this forever.” Tara murmurs against Faith’s neck as she strokes over Faith’s sides.

“I love you.” Faith whispers kissing the top of Tara’s head, holding her tightly.

“And I love you.” Tara smiles placing a kiss against the slayer’s damp neck. Unable to resist she licks up the salty goodness, groaning quietly. “We should finish dressing you and head to LA.”

“What’s the fun in that?” Faith grumbles, silently agreeing with Tara. “Give me a kiss, then we’ll look around to see if we can find my clothes.” Faith grins at Tara.

“They’re around here somewhere.” Tara smirks before leaning in and kissing Faith lovingly. “Hmmm. Liked that.” Tara murmurs before leaning in again for another deep, sweet kiss.

Faith chuckles as Tara pulls away after the second kiss. “Sometimes I think you’d love to spend hours kissing.”

“I would.” Tara admits readily. “You’re an absolutely fantastic kisser.” Tara smiles softly. “And the most wonderful, caring lover in the world.” Tara leans in and brushes her lips gently over Faith’s. “I couldn’t be happier, love.” Tara seriously admits, looking into her lover’s brown eyes.

“God, you say the sweetest things.” Faith feels tears coming to her eyes. “I love you, babe. You mean the absolute world to me, and I wish I could give you everythin’ you want.”

“I just want you. So, see. You have given me everything I want.” Tara runs a hand down Faith’s cheek to brush her thumb tenderly over the slayer’s bottom lip. “This isn’t driving back to LA, is it?”

“No, it’s not.” Faith admits kissing Tara quickly before looking around for her bra and shirt.

Tara chuckles picking up the bra hanging from the rearview mirror, handing it to Faith while glancing around for the tank top. Frowning she leans over the side of the vehicle and laughs. “I don’t remember throwing it that hard.”

Faith glances out and notices the tank top about six yards away from the car. “The wind probably helped you out some.” Faith hops out, picking it up she shakes it before yanking it back on.

Tara climbs back into the front seat smiling as Faith slides in the car, shutting the door behind her.

Faith smiles and winks at her lover as she starts the car, heading back to LA.

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(A couple weeks later.)

Angel growls at Lindsey of Wolfram and Hart Law firm. “You expect me to trust you?” Angel thinks back to Lorne letting him know in a roundabout way that he would get a boost from an unexpected source.

“No.” Lindsey shakes his head at the vampire. “But something happened that I can’t deal with. I’m leaving the firm, I have a feeling they’ll come after me. You’re going to need this.” Lindsey hands the small package over to the vampire. “According to the prophecy it’s supposed to be worn by a Champion of the PTB. To help keep the world from ending. And truthfully, as sucky as my life has been, I still don’t want to see it end. Since I know you’re the Champion of the PTB - I figured this is yours.”

If it’s possible, Angel pales even more looking down at the package. “Do you know what is in here?” He questions seriously, looking up at the lawyer.

“Some kind of amulet.” Lindsey shrugs. “I’m not real sure what it does, but the drawing in the book with the prophecy showed this amulet. Do what you wish with it. I’m getting out of town.” Lindsey frowns, hoping he can get to his family before the Senior Partners finds them.

Angel considers the lawyer, realizing he’s scared. Sighing quietly, he glances around the small dingy motel room where Lindsey insisted they meet. “Do you need any help?” Angel offers quietly.

Lindsey glances at the vampire. “You’re offering me help?”

“Yes.” Angel shakes his head. “I know you guys keep track of what’s going on at AI. I’ve got a Slayer, a seer, an ex-watcher, a street tough and a very powerful witch working for me. What can I do to help you?”

“Pray.” Lindsey whispers before shaking his head. “They’re going after my family, I’ve got to get to them before the Partners find them.”

“Do you want help?” Angel questions looking at the man.

“They keep close tabs on you guys. I wouldn’t be surprised if they followed you here.” Lindsey shakes his head. “I’m going to go by myself. But if you’re serious, I’ll keep you in mind if I need help.”

“Lindsey, good luck.” Angel finally gets out nodding his head towards the lawyer. “If I find out you’re screwing with me, you won’t be able to get far enough away. But if this is serious, I’m in your debt.”

Lindsey nods his understanding as he eases out of the room. Angel stands there for long moments staring at the small package before tucking it away in his jacket. “I guess this means it’s started. I better contact Buffy, see if she knows anything.” Angel growls quietly at the thought of what’s bound to happen.

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“You’re trusting the weasel?” Cordelia hisses at Angel. “Why now?”

Angel sighs, leaning back in his chair. Looking towards Lorne, he raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah, Fang. What’s up with trusting the enemy?” Faith snarls her nose up as she leans against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest.

Lorne coughs and smiles nervously. “He came by Caritas’s a couple weeks ago and sang. I saw that he was going to play a pivotal roll by bringing us what we need to help in the fight against the First.” He tries not to look towards Tara when he says it, feeling his heart break at the thought of what was to come.

“The First?” Tara questions frowning, looking towards Angel. “Isn’t that what tried to trick you into killing yourself a few years ago?”

Angel nods his head quietly. “It was. I thought it was gone, but obviously it was just gathering strength and help to it’s cause. Guys, best case scenario, we defeat whatever plans The First Evil has, or at worse it opens the Hellmouth and the world is overrun with demon kind. As you know, if that happens it would be the end of the world as we know it. Humans will become an endangered species.”

“Then we do whatever we gotta to stop it.” Faith growls roughly, looking at the people in the room. “Is it here now, or is it up to something?”

“I’m not real sure.” Wesley pipes up from searching through one of the books. “The First is an incorporeal being. It’s like a ghost, for better lack of a description. We can’t harm it, but it has followers. Bringers, usually fallen men of the cloth. I have contacted Rupert Giles, to see if he can find out anymore information. He made the comment that there were a few watchers and potentials that the Council hadn’t heard from recently, that kind of had the place in an uproar. They’ve been trying to find out what’s happened to them. He’s afraid the two may have something in common.” Wesley rubs the back of his neck.

“Well, his followers ain’t ghosts. I say we keep an eye out and take them out wherever we can.” Gunn smacks his fist into his hand. “If they’re gunning for the Hellmouth, I say we need to be there and help out.”

“It might be a while before this happens. Usually there’s a lead-up to this sort of thing, it doesn‘t happen overnight. Since we haven’t really heard anything, it might be a while yet.” Angel explains. “I say we do all the research we can, continue taking care of our clients and patrolling as usual. I’ll let Buffy know if she needs our help, we’re just a phone call away. Unfortunately, there isn’t much we can do at this time.”

“Fuck.” Faith growls loudly, before striding out of the office.

Tara shakes her head, sighing. “Nothing like telling us there’s a big bad coming, and nothing we can do. I’ll hit the books, see what I can find out.” Tara quickly follows her lover, leaving the rest of the group in Angel’s office.

“Yeah, it’s a bitch. I’m going down to the workout room.” Gunn grumbles striding out of the office.

Wesley shakes his head. “I’m going to hit the watcher’s books, see what information they have regarding The First.”

“I’ll help.” Cordelia shrugs. “Don’t have anything else to do.”

Lorne and Angel watches as the rest of the group slowly works there way out. Lorne walks over to the door looking around the empty lobby before shutting it and turning back to the vampire. “It’s happening.”

“Yes, it is. Lorne, this is one time I really wished your damn senses were wrong.” Angel rubs his hand over his forehead. “Everyone’s assuming the Amulet is for me to wear.”

“I noticed you didn’t straighten them out on that matter.” Lorne walks over to the chair in front of Angel’s desk and sits down.

“No. No sense in getting Faith riled up even more than she is.” Angel glances up at the demon. “If she knew it was for Tara to wear, she’d figure something was up and we knew what it was. She wouldn’t let either one of us be, until she got it out of us.”

“You’re probably right.” Lorne sighs, crossing his legs.

“You’re positive this is the amulet you saw?” Angel looks down at the item in question laying on his desk.

“If not, it’s a ringer for it.” Lorne leans forward looking at it again. “That’s it, Angel-cakes. I really wish I was wrong.”

“You and me both, Lorne.” Angel sighs, putting the amulet back in the box.

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Tara lays the books down on the table watching Faith pace back and forth in their room. Feeling her anger through their connection, Tara sighs quietly, sitting down in the chair watching Faith.

Faith glances over at Tara as she makes another trip in front of her love. “They know somethin’ they ain’t tellin’ us.” Faith growls angrily.

Tara nods her head. “Yes, they do. But I would think they have a good reason for not telling us.”

“How can you be so calm about this?” Faith grumbles walking towards Tara. Kneeling in front of the witch, Faith wraps her arms around her legs and lays her head on her lover’s knees.

“Faith, love. There’s nothing we can do about it. We can research and hopefully come up with something that might help us fight it. If Lorne and Angel are holding something back, I assume they have a very good reason for not telling us what it is. We need to trust them.”

Faith sighs, rubbing her face against Tara’s leg. “Then let’s get the books and study.”

Tara smiles softly at Faith, running her hands through her hair. “I love you. No matter what happens or what is to come, don’t ever doubt that.”

Faith looks up into Tara’s eyes. “Do you know somethin’ you’re not telling me?” She questions hoarsely.

“No, love. But our lives aren’t all roses and candy’s. There’s always that possibility that something will happen to one of us. So, I just want to make sure you know how much I love you.” Tara smiles softly at Faith.

“Don’t wanna think about that.” Faith whimpers quietly, leaning her head back against Tara’s legs.

Tara looks down at her lover, a sad look on her face. “Sorry, love. I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

“Not upset. Just don’t want to think about the possibility of somethin’ happenin’ to ya’.” Faith mutters. “I don’t think I would do so well if that happened.” Faith admits.

Tara shakes her head, swallowing hard. “Look at me, love.” Tara whispers, watching as Faith slowly lifts her head, looking at her with tear-filled brown eyes. “You have to promise me that, Goddess forbid, something happens to me, you’ll go on. Don’t do something self-destructive.”

Faith looks away, shaking her head. “Can’t promise you that. I haven’t ever lied to you, and I ain’t gonna start now.” Faith slowly stands and walks towards the window looking out at the afternoon sky.

Tara looks at the stiff set of her lover’s shoulders, knowing she isn’t going to budge. Sighing quietly, she looks down, running a hand over her skirt, smoothing the wrinkles. “Can you promise me to try and not do something self-destructive?” Tara bites her lip glancing back up at Faith.

“I can try.” Faith finally answers after a couple minutes. “But I’m not promising. I didn’t have much to live for before you came into my life, and if somethin’ should happen to you…I don’t look for it to be a good life afterwards.”

“Would you rather not talk about this?” Tara softly questions, watching Faith intently.

“No, I don’t want to talk about it.” Faith admits, slowly turning to face Tara. “It’s a possibility something could happen to either one of us. But it’s not somethin’ I want to think about. I want to spend whatever free time I have being around you and lovin’ you. Don’t want to spend it thinking about you dyin’ or me dyin’.” Faith growls.

“Then let’s change the subject.” Tara smiles half-heartedly at her lover. “You want to help me research?”

“Yeah.” Faith nods slowly walking over to the other chair, sitting down across from Tara. “What’cha researchin‘?”

“Well, I was trying to find out if there’s a spell to make The First take on physical form, that way it can be hurt or killed.” Tara shrugs her shoulders. “It’s a long shot, but I figured it was worth looking for. I know Wesley and Cordelia were trying to find out all the information they can about The First, so I decided to go a different angle.”

“You’re good at the spells. Makes sense.” Faith nods, finally smiling briefly at her lover. “Hell, you’re good at everythin’!” Faith smirks watching Tara for a few moments. “I love you, babe.”

“I love you, too.” Tara reaches across and grasps Faith’s hand in hers. “We’ll get through this. We’ll defeat The First and then we’ll go out dancing.” Tara smirks at Faith.

“Yeah, you ain’t gone dancin’ with me, yet.” Faith wiggles her eyebrows. “Why is that?”

Tara laughs quietly. “Because I have a feeling it won’t be just dancing that’ll be happening on the dance floor. You’ll have hands doing all kinds of naughty things to me.”

“Better believe it.” Faith nods her head smirking. “We’ll put on a show that those folk’s ain’t likely to ever forget.”

“That’s why - right there.” Tara laughs squeezing Faith’s hand before releasing it and grabbing a book. “Let’s research, love.” Tara watches as Faith slides a book towards her to starting looking through.

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