A Witch In LA

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Tara sips the mocha she bought while they wait for Willow’s plane to land. Smiling at Faith, who keeps running her hands innocently over the arm of the chair before sliding a finger out to rub over her hardening nipple. The first time she did it, Tara had raised an eyebrow to look at her lover, who just fluttered her eyelashes at her and grinned as innocently as possible. Though, with Faith, it wasn’t that innocent. Chuckling, Tara shook her head and shifted her body around to make it easier for Faith to play.

“Have either of you tried sushi?” Tara questions looking over to Fred before glancing at her lover.

“Nah, I haven’t.” Faith shakes her head at the question, deciding to find something else to do to her lover. Hooking her arm around Tara’s shoulders, Faith smirks as she plays with the collar of Tara’s shirt before letting her fingers slide down into the v-neck opening to start playing over the swell of a breast.

“I like the majority of it.” Fred answers looking around the bustling airport. “There’s a few things that I don’t much care for. I never cared for smoked salmon and some of the sushi uses it, so I don’t much like those. But there’s this one kind that’s real good. Forgot what it had in it, but it was actually fried, I do remember it had cream-cheese, but I don’t know what other ingredients.”

“I want to try it.” Tara smirks as she feels Faith’s fingers get more adventurous. Leaning over to whisper in her lover’s ear. “Would you like me to just take my shirt off and sit in your lap?”

“Hell, yeah!” Faith growls, grinning from ear to ear. Patting her lap, she looks hopefully at her lover.

Tara laughs, shaking her head. “We’d get thrown out of the airport.”

“So? Fred could bring Willow out to the car.” Faith wiggles her eyebrows. “Come on, dare ya’!”

“Don’t you two get all hot and heavy here in the airport. They’ll arrest you.” Fred smiles looking around at the airport security. “They get downright mean about things like that.”

“Damn, Freddy. You ruined all my fun.” Faith pouts as Tara leans back in her seat. “I think she was going to do it!”

“Too late now, anyway.” Fred smirks at Faith. “Here comes Willow.”

Tara raises an eyebrow at the note of excitement in the woman’s voice. Turning she looks questioningly at Faith.

“Don’t know. Makes me wonder.” Faith smiles and shrugs her shoulders. Standing, she holds her hand out to Tara, smiling softly at her lover.

Tara laces her fingers with Faith’s as she stands, before looking down the airport terminal, watching an obviously more confident, collected Willow walking calmly towards them.

“She looks better.” Faith whispers eyeing Willow up and down. “Seems more together, doesn’t she?”

“Yes. Hopefully she had enough time to get straightened out.” Tara smiles as Willow finally reaches them. “You look good.” Tara offer’s the witch a hug, smiling as Willow embraces her gently.

“I feel a hundred percent better.” Willow admits. “It was rough, but worth it. Thanks.”

“I didn’t do anything.” Tara shakes her head smiling.

Faith shakes her head at her lover, before holding her hand out to Willow, surprised when the redhead hugs her tightly. Gently hugging her back, she looks with surprised eyes at Tara. When all she gets is a shrug in response, she laughs. “Looking real good, Red.” Faith murmurs as Willow finally releases her.

“Thanks, Faith.” Willow smiles softly at the slayer. “You look well and happy. As do all of you.” Willow smiles looking towards Fred. “Hi, Fred.”

“Hi, Willow.” Fred smiles shyly at the redhead. “Glad you’re doing better.”

“Well, let’s get this show on the road.” Willow states calmly. “Giles gave me a rundown of what’s been going on. Sounds like bad news. The Coven sent some books ahead that should be at the house that might help us.”

“Got bags to pick up?” Faith questions looking at the small carry-on that Willow has thrown over her shoulder.

“No. Only took a few essentials with me. Left everything else here.” Willow starts walking towards the airport exit. “They pretty much clothed and fed me while I was there.” Willow admits quietly. “Less distraction with everyone wearing the same clothes.”

“Sounds like they helped you a lot.” Tara glances sideways at the redhead walking beside her.

“They did. Made me realize where I went wrong and helped me understand the right and wrong way of using magic. How to properly channel my powers, and recycle them into the earth if I need to.” Willow smiles before unzipping the bag as they walked to pull an item from inside. “The High Priestess wanted you to have this. When I explained to her everything that happened and how you tried to show me how to do the same things they were teaching me, she wished you to have this.” Willow hands the small box over to Tara as they reach the car.

Tara frowns, glancing down at the box back up to Willow’s expectant gaze. Easing the lid from the top of the box, she inhales at the crystal lying within.

“After I explained all about you, she became real thoughtful. She mentioned how there was a young woman she was friends with, by the name of Dianna MacIntosh. Later the woman married. Needless to say, Dianna mailed this to the High Priestess when she became worried that her husband was going to destroy it.” Willow frowns as she thinks about all the High Priestess had said about Tara‘s father. “She tried to find you, to return this to you. She said your mother was a kind, loving soul. And that you obviously took after her.”

“Goddess!” Tara exclaims, running her finger gently over the priceless crystal. “I never realized…I thought he found it and destroyed it.” Tara looks up with tears in her eyes. “Thank you, Willow.”

“I’m just the carrier service.” Willow shakes her head, smiling softly. “It’s where it belongs.”

“What is it, babe?” Faith questions softly, watching her lover.

“It was my mother’s strengthening crystal. It’s been passed down through the generations for as long as anyone can remember, imbuing each new witch with the strength and the power of her previous ancestors when needed.” Sighing quietly as she reverently replaces the lid over the crystal, she looks up into her lover’s eyes, smiling. “It’s pretty much a family heirloom that I thought gone forever.”

“Want to keep it up front with you?” Faith hesitantly asks as she unlocks the trunk to stow away Willow’s bag.

“No, I’ll put it in our bag.” Tara smiles softly at her lover. “Thank you, love.”

Faith nods her head, unzipping the bag a small distance to place the box carefully within. Making sure it was zipped back up, she closes the trunk. “So, anything else guys, before we head towards Sunnydale?”

“We got any music to listen to?” Willow questions, smirking at the two women. “It’s my understanding Faith can sing.”

“Ah, hell!” Faith groans loudly, to the laughter of the other women. “I’ll only sing if everybody else does. ‘Kay?”

“I’m game.” Tara laughs quietly.

“I can’t sing, you know that.” Willow pouts, glancing at Tara before climbing into the back seat beside Fred.

“I like to sing, but I ain’t any good at it.” Fred laughs looking at the other three women. “So, I’m game. If you three think you can put up with my caterwauling!”

“I guess we’re singing on the way to Sunnydale.” Willow groans. “Put something in that we can rock too!”

“You got it!” Faith growls out throwing Nickelbacks CD into the stereo and cranking up the tunes as they pull out of the airport heading towards Sunnydale.

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The four women laugh as they hop out of the vehicle, grabbing their bags, walking up to the house. Tara smiles at the thought of how much calmer and easy going Willow is after her time in England. Chuckling quietly, she glances back at Willow and Fred who are still talking animatedly to each other. Glancing back she catches Faith’s eyes. Leaning in she presses her lips against her lover’s cheek. “I love you.”

“Love you, too, babe.” Faith grins, her eyes twinkling merrily as she listens to Willow and Fred. “Bet ya’ ten bucks.” Faith wiggles her eyebrows glancing back at the two women.

“Nope. Don’t feel like losing the money.” Tara smirks at her lover as the door opens in front of them.

“Thank God you guys made it!” Dawn whines. “I’m about ready to kill a certain Potential.” Dawn growls looking back behind her. “You won’t have to worry about The First getting the bitch.”

“Dawnie!” Tara chastises the young woman before hugging her quickly. “She can’t be that bad.”

“Just wait.” Dawn smirks at Tara, hugging her back. “Faith, keep an eye open.” Dawn wiggles her eyebrows tilting her head towards Tara.

“Huh?” Faith questions accepting the hug from the teen.

“Just wait and see.” Dawn whispers in Faith’s ear. Looking towards Willow, Dawn squeaks and hugs her tightly. “Gosh, it’s good to have you back. I’ve missed you.” Dawn whispers before stepping back, looking the redhead up and down. “You look great.”

“Thanks, Dawn.” Willow smiles softly at the teen.

“Hey, Dawn.” Fred smiles and waves towards Dawn.

“Fred! I didn’t know you were coming.” Dawn squeals and hugs the Physicist. “I don’t know where we’re going to put everybody, but I’m sure we’ll find somewhere to stick you.”

“Dawn, let them in the house.” Buffy calls out jogging down the stairs, smiling. “We’re probably going to have to double up for a while until the Council figures out living arrangements.”

A voice from behind Buffy speaks up. “I’m willing to double up with the blonde.”

Faith’s eyes narrow as she starts growling, trying to look around Buffy.

Buffy lays a hand on Faith’s arm and winks. “Kennedy, the blonde’s name is Tara. Tara, the rude Potential is Kennedy. Kennedy, Tara belongs to my sister slayer, Faith. So, you can fight her over Tara.” Buffy smirks as she steps aside to allow Faith to stride in towards the short Potential.

Kennedy’s eyes widen and she backs up as an angry, dark haired slayer, comes striding towards her. “Oh, shit!!” She cries trying to backpedal away as quickly as she can, remembering what she heard about the woman.

“Love.” Tara states, calmly stepping in front of Faith and wrapping her arms around her neck. As Faith shifts her head to glare at the potential, Tara shakes her head. “Look at me, love… Faith! Look at me.” Tara sighs as she finally gets her lover to look at her. “No doing The First’s job for him. If she makes it through this, you can beat her to a pulp afterwards, okay?” Tara smirks, a glint in her eye.

“Promise?” Faith growls, turning her narrowed gaze on the young woman that’s almost hiding in the corner of the room. “We can always use her for vamp bait.”

“Afterwards.” Tara laughs quietly before leaning in and kissing Faith, successfully distracting her lover from the potential.

“That always works, now doesn’t it?” Spike calls out, laughing quietly from where he’s watching the fireworks. “She obviously needs a good distraction, she does.”

“Shut up, Spike.” Faith grinds out before smiling at Tara. “I’ll take that kind of distraction all day, any day.”

“I know you will.” Tara smiles. “Where are we setting up camp?” Tara questions Buffy.

“You have a choice. You can either have Dawn’s room or we set up a bed down in the basement.” Buffy shrugs, frowning.

“Basement.” Faith states heading towards the kitchen.

“I guess we’ll take the basement.” Tara laughs, following Faith.

Kennedy slowly works her way back out of the corner after Faith and Tara leave the room. “Someone could have warned me.” She pouts.

“What? Who new the stupid bint was going to hit on Glinda?” Spike questions looking around the group. “There you go. Maybe if we knew you were stupid enough to hit on someone before knowing what was going on, we might have given you a heads up.”

Willow leans in to Fred. “Do you mind bunking down in my room?” She whispers quietly, deciding after that display, she definitely didn’t want to share a room with Kennedy if at all possible.

“Not at all.” Fred shakes her head, thinking the same thing.

“Fred and I are going to take our stuff up to my room.” Willow announces, making eye contact with Buffy.

“Kennedy, you got to move your stuff.” Buffy smirks.

“I am NOT sharing my room with her.” Dawn states adamantly. “I’ll sleep on the couch first.”

“Fine, sleep on the couch.” Kennedy grumbles. “I don’t understand why I have to move my stuff.”

“Because we were allowing you to sleep in Willow’s room until she got back. She’s back and she’s already sharing with Fred.” Buffy growls threateningly, rolling her eyes as the potential runs upstairs. “Will somebody please kill me now!!” Buffy plops down beside Spike, groaning. “I’m seriously thinking about tying her up and gagging her.”

“I’ll help.” Spike offers, smirking. “Let her hit on Glinda one more time, you won’t have to worry about it.”

Buffy chuckles. “I almost wish she would. I’d like to see her get her ass kicked.”

“I’ll take her out on patrol with me, if you want.” Faith growls as she walks back into the kitchen, sipping on a soda.

“No. I won’t go that far.” Buffy shakes her head smiling at Faith. “Did you guys have a good trip?”

“Yes, we did.” Tara smiles softly, walking up behind Faith, wrapping her arms gently around her lover’s waist. “We had a good time, we sang and talked the whole way here.” Tara glances towards Willow, nodding her head.

“Yep, everything’s of the good.” Willow smiles, completely at peace with Tara and Faith. “But I am in serious need of a shower. Fred, come with and I’ll show you our room, so you can put your stuff away.”

“Oh, Fred, this is Spike. Spike, this is Fred.” Buffy introduces the two.

“Hi.” Fred smiles and waves at the vampire.

“Heard you were a smart one?” Spike half comments, half questions.

“I don’t know about that.” Fred smiles and blushes.

“Come on, let’s go.” Willow rolls her eyes at Spike. “And you need to behave, Spike. No picking on Fred. She doesn’t know how to take you yet.”

“I was being right nice, I was.” Spike frowns and sticks out his chest. “I wasn’t gonna pick on her much.” He admits, smirking.

“B? Me and Tare are going to go to the hardware store. Do you need anythin’ while we’re out?” Faith questions, squeezing Tara’s hands gently.

“I don’t think so. Why are you going to the hardware store?” Buffy questions, frowning.

“Need a lock for our bedroom door. I don’t want nobody walkin’ in when me and the witch are getting it on.” Faith admits, smirking.

Tara chuckles, burying her face in her lover’s hair.

Buffy blushes a deep red. “I’m sorry I asked.” She mumbles quietly.

“I’m not.” Spike looks up, his interest obvious. “How often do you to get it on? Are you going to be disappearing a lot?”

“SPIKE!” Buffy yells and smacks him across the arm.

Tara laughs loudly, looking at Spike, mischief in her eyes. “Depends on how you count, I guess. If you’re talking literally, or if you’re just talking in one continuous session. Literally, I guess, what? Roughly four times a day, love?”

Faith thinks on it for a few moments. “Apiece? That’s about right. Sometimes more, but never less.” Faith nods her head grinning. “But if you’re just talking about us going at it different times, counting multiple lovings as one, it’s probably around three times a day for both of us.”

“Bloody, hell!!” Spike groans, covering his eyes.

Buffy’s eyes widen and she whimpers, looking from one woman to the other. “You’re just fucking with him, right?”

Tara chuckles, raising an eyebrow at the blonde slayer before shaking her head. “We don’t sleep a lot.” Tara admits, grinning.

“And we get up early.” Faith continues, nodding her head.

“Then we usually sneak away sometime during the day. Whether it’s back up to our room or hiding somewhere in the hotel.” Tara laughs as Buffy whines. “Just remember, this whole conversation happened because you didn’t think ahead to have a lock on the inside of the basement door. Let’s go, love.”

Faith chuckles loudly as Tara drags her out of the house. “I think you like fuckin’ with them even more than I do.”

“I have found I get immense pleasure in keeping people off-balance.” Tara admits grinning. “The thing is, they’ll probably decide we’re just screwing with them and not telling the truth.”

“We weren’t telling the truth. If we went literally, it would be more like six times apiece every day.” Faith smirks as she hops in the car.

“We could count up orgasms instead. Let’s see…” Tara trails off, as she thinks about the day before, silently adding up the orgasms she had. “Eight orgasms for me, if I didn’t miss any.”

Faith chuckles as she mentally counts hers up. “Damn, I got one more than you. I count nine for me. Means you get an extra one today.” Faith wiggles her eyebrows, as she pulls out of the driveway heading to the hardware store. “Need anything else, while we’re out?”

“No. Just you by my side.” Tara smiles softly at her lover, easing in to snuggle against Faith.

“You got me.” Faith nods her head, wrapping her arm around Tara’s shoulders.

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Tara chuckles as she glances up, watching Faith and Buffy spar. Sliding a glance towards Kennedy, she smirks as the young woman watches the two slayers. Taking a break from researching, Tara leans back against the steps. Smiling softly as the two women’s movements were almost a blur. Deciding to screw with the young potential, Tara glances over to her. “Could you imagine being hit by one of them? The power behind one of those blows could probably take your head off.”

Kennedy’s eyes get bigger at the thought, as she turns pale. “But they wouldn’t, would they?”

“Depends. I know Faith’s very territorial. Anybody does anything to me that she doesn’t like, they better pray that they can make it out of the state before she gets wind of it.” Tara nods her head watching her lover. “I mean before we even dated, she was ready to rip off Gunn’s head.”

“Gunn?” Kennedy almost whimpers out the word.

“Yep. You’ll get to meet him when the rest of AI team gets here.” Tara smirks, watching her lover.

“She doing that on purpose?” Buffy whispers as she dodges another quick strike by Faith.

“Yepper.” Faith smirks doing a quick spin kick, catching a glancing blow off Buffy’s side. “Though she’s telling the truth.”

“Territorial? You?” Buffy sarcastically questions, grunting as Faith lands a solid punch to her gut. “Damn, Faith.” Buffy shifts back for a moment, eyeing the slayer.

“Come on, B. I pulled that punch. Come and get me.” Faith bounces on the balls of her feet, watching Buffy intently.

“Hey, guys. New crew is here!” Willow calls from the back door.

“How many?” Buffy questions wiping the sweat from her face.

“Two potentials and one roughed up Watcher.” Willow admits, before walking back in the house.

“Let me see if I can help.” Tara marks her book, before quickly heading into the house.

“Got the extra cot set up in Dawn’s room. Is the Council ever going to let us know about that damn apartment building they were trying to buy?” Faith growls angrily.

“It’s not easy to just buy a place that quickly. They have to get the paperwork done and signed, money exchanged, etc….” Buffy rolls her eyes. “A bunch of shit, is basically what it boils down to.”

“If we get a couple more people in this house, you’re going to be busting at the seams. And I can guarantee you, I’m not sharing my space.” Faith bitches. “If I don’t get my quota of my witch, you’ll end up with a very angry slayer on your hands.”

“What is that?” Kennedy questions at the slayer’s wording.

“What’s what?” Faith snarls looking over at the woman that still hasn’t endeared herself to Faith.

“You’re always calling Tara ‘your witch’. Isn’t that being a bit possessive?” Kennedy questions, as they walk into the house.

“No, because I am hers.” Tara answer Kennedy as she grabs ice to place in the ice pack. “The watcher isn’t too bad. He’s pretty bruised, a few scrapes and one shallow cut, but all in all, he’s fine.”

Faith smirks, as she watches Tara walk out of the room. “See, my witch.” Faith nods, following her lover.

Buffy chuckles. “Don’t try to figure it out. Accept that they belong to each other and go on. It’s the easiest thing to do.”

“Each other?” Kennedy questions, confused.

“Faith’s just as much Tara’s as Tara is Faith’s.” Buffy shrugs. “They both admit it, and they’re both okay with belonging to each other. Don’t ask me, it’s just the way those two work. But don’t ever, ever come between them, or hurt one of them. Faith will rip you apart limb from limb. And God only knows what Tara might do. But I can guarantee you’ll probably want Faith to dismember you first.”

Kennedy stands in the kitchen, stunned as Buffy quickly strides into the living room to check on the new crew. “Tara’s worse than Faith?” She questions the empty room, not believing it.

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