Shattered Souls

Buffy hesitates outside the bedroom door, almost afraid to walk in.

“Go, Buffy.” Anya gently urges the slayer. “It’s Tara, do you honestly think she’s going to do anything to hurt you or cause you any pain on purpose?”

“No.” Buffy answers shortly, taking a deep breath, trying to relax. “I’m more afraid I’m going to do something to hurt her.”

“Buffy.” Tara states softly, opening the door. “Relax, you aren’t going to do anything to hurt me.” Tara reaches up and strokes a hand down the slayer’s cheek, smiling as she instantly presses into the caress. Turning her gaze to Anya, she smiles softly.

“I’ll come back in a few.” Anya mouths ‘give her time to relax’ towards Tara before turning and walking downstairs.

Tara gently urges an unresisting Buffy into the bedroom, before sitting down on the edge of the bed, looking up at the slayer. “Do you want to do this, Buffy?” Tara questions softly, stroking her thumbs over the slayer’s hands she’s grasping.

“God, yes!” Buffy whispers hoarsely, her eyes looking up from where she was studying the floor into the sapphire blue eyes of Tara. Kneeling down in front of Tara, Buffy places her hands gently on her knees, trying to get her thoughts in order. “I’m nervous I’m going to do something wrong, or something to hurt you. I’ve never been with a woman before, and I’m afraid that I’m going to be rougher than I should be.”

“Sweetie, just because Anya and I are women, doesn’t mean that we don’t like the occasional firmer touch.” Tara tries to state delicately, to try and make Buffy more comfortable. “How about if you do what you want, and if its too rough, I’ll say something. You’ll become more comfortable and relaxed after a few minutes.”

Buffy nods her head uncertainly, as she realizes Tara’s sitting there in a soft, silky robe, not her usual cotton robe that she wears around the house. Running her hand over the fabric that ends at her knees, Buffy tilts her head. “I don’t remember you ever wearing this before.”

“Anya griped about my regular robes and bought me this.” Tara admits, grinning crookedly. “For some reason my normal robes irritate her.”

“I can understand why.” Buffy raises her eyes, smiling. “What I’ve seen has been known to make me extremely confused.”

“What you’ve seen?” Tara questions running a hand through the slayer’s hair, watching her intently.

“Yeah, that one night when you were writing your paper. You were lying on the bed in a tank top and shorts. Needless to say, I stood at your door for a few minutes before saying anything.” Buffy admits shyly.

Tara frowns slightly, thinking back to the night she’s talking about. “That’s when you practically ran out of the house?”

“Nothing practically about it. I did run out of the house.” Buffy chuckles, as she unconsciously runs her hands down the witch’s legs, stroking up and down slowly.
“Seeing all the skin on display, the surprising muscle tone. Then when you stood up and stretched.” Buffy inhales deeply. “That little strip of skin that showed about drove me nuts. I had to get out of here, because I was feeling guilty as hell for ogling you like that.”

“No need to feel guilty anymore, sweetie.” Tara whispers, smiling. “You can look your fill, not just look, but touch.” Reaching for the slayer’s face with both hands, she strokes her thumbs gently over the velvety soft cheeks. “Would you like to look? To touch?”

“Please.” Buffy whispers, slowly standing, her gaze riveted on Tara as she stands, gently shrugging off the silk robe. As the cloth slides down her body, uncovering the witch’s body, Buffy whimpers quietly as the pale, silky looking skin, comes into view. Her eyes following the slide of the robe, Buffy inhales deeply as her eyes slide down the full, soft looking breasts with pink aureoles. Her hands, of their own volition, start to reach for the witch, before she stops.

Tara watches Buffy intently for her reaction, smiling gently at the obvious pleasure and approval crossing the slayer’s face. As Buffy stops her hands short of their obvious destination, Tara gently clasps the slayer’s wrists in her hands, placing the unresisting hands on her chest. “Touch, Buffy.” Tara whispers quietly, smiling as hazel eyes look up at her, wonder and love showing deep in their depths.

“Beautiful.” Buffy whispers before dropping her gaze back to watch as she gently squeezes the breasts in her hands before stroking her fingers over the warm flesh, tapering down to gently tweak the quickly hardening nipples. Buffy glances up quickly as she hears a quiet groan come from Tara, smiling as she sees the obvious pleasure crossing Tara’s face.

“Am I allowed to touch?” Tara questions quietly, her hands gently squeezing Buffy’s shoulders.

It takes a moment for Tara’s question to sink in. Blinking at the witch, Buffy grins as she steps back out of the witch’s grasp. Quickly stripping her shirt off, Buffy drops it on the floor before unhooking her bra, letting it follow behind. Glancing down at her own breasts, she looks up apologetically. “I’m definitely not well endowed.”

“You’re perfect, sweetie.” Tara hoarsely whispers as she takes in the beautiful tan skin, the small but perfect breasts tipped with dark rosy nipples. As Buffy slides her pants and panties down in one fell swoop, Tara finds herself holding her breath at the thin strip of trimmed hair on the slayer’s mound. “Goddess, you’re beautiful.” Tara whispers as Buffy stands, Tara’s eyes caressing over the slayers deceptively delicate looking body, the muscles playing under the skin with each movement Buffy makes.

Buffy watches the obvious approval crossing Tara’s face as she looks over her body. Realizing she hasn’t finished her own perusal of the witch, Buffy’s eyes caress back over the witch’s chest, her fingers twitching at wanting to feel the warm flesh again. Hesitantly, Buffy allows her eyes to slide down further, over the witch’s waist, down to the neatly trimmed dark blonde hair covering the woman’s mound. Inhaling deeply at the sight, Buffy moans, closing her eyes as the scent of the witch’s arousal invades her being.

Easing back on the bed, Tara lays down, as she tilts her head to watch as Buffy finally opens her passion filled eyes. Patting the bed, Tara chuckles as Buffy crosses the short distance, climbing in beside her. Easing onto her back, Tara watches as Buffy reaches for her without any prompting, stroking a hand down the side of her neck. Glancing up as Anya eases into the room, Tara smiles gently at the shopkeeper as she quietly sits down in the chair, nodding towards her, smirking.

Leaning down, Buffy brushes her lips gently over Tara’s, slowly deepening the kiss as she eases her body in closer to Tara, groaning as Tara’s warm hand strokes down her side, clasping her gently at the waist. As she battles gently against Tara’s tongue, Buffy whimpers as Tara’s hand slides up, cupping her breast firmly, rubbing her thumb over her quickly hardening nipple. Breaking off the kiss, Buffy groans, arching her body into the caress. “I thought…” Swallowing, Buffy whimpers loudly as Tara pinches her nipple firmly. “I was supposed to be learning your body.”

“Sorry.” Tara whispers, smiling at the slayer before gently squeezing Buffy’s breast once more, letting her hand drop away from Buffy’s body.

“No, you’re not.” Buffy chuckles at the witch before kissing the soft skin of her neck, slowly working her way across the warm skin. Licking over the witch’s pulse point, Buffy smiles as she hears Tara’s heartbeat quicken. Gently sucking the soft skin into her mouth, Buffy nips softly as she releases it, laving the flesh with her tongue. “I’m allowed to do and try anything?”

“Y-yes.” Tara groans quietly as Buffy shifts over her, keeping her weight to her arms and knees as she slowly drags her breasts against hers, shifting her body down, dragging the hardened nipples down her stomach as Buffy stops to circle a hard nipple with her strong tongue.

Buffy whimpers as she sucks Tara’s nipple gently in her mouth, having the urge to nip the hardened nub, Buffy hesitates a moment glancing up to watch Tara moan and shift before nipping gently, growling at the cry of pleasure escaping Tara’s mouth. Biting down a little firmer, Buffy flicks the captured flesh with the tip of her tongue.

“Goddess!” Tara cries out loudly, her fingers digging into the bed covers as she lifts her body, pushing up into Buffy’s body. Groaning as she comes into contact with Buffy’s hot sex, Tara raises her hands, grasping the slayer’s hips while she pushes her lower stomach into the wet heat.

“Shit!” Buffy cries, releasing the witch’s breast as she pushes against the witch, slowly shifting her body against Tara. “Maybe I can…hmmmmm…can wait to learn your body.” Buffy pants.

“I think that’s a great idea.” Anya whispers, in a sex roughened voice. Watching the two women together even though they hadn’t gotten very far, has her body aching for release. “Is it okay, if I join?” Anya hesitates before standing up.

“Of course.” Buffy squeaks as Tara quickly shifts, switching Buffy onto her back on the bed, hovering over her.

“Good.” Tara growls quietly, nipping down Buffy’s neck, sucking strongly on the slayer’s pulse point as she presses her sex against Buffy’s in a slow circular grind.

“Don’t be greedy.” Anya whispers, her hand stroking down Tara’s back as she climbs in the bed, smiling as Tara grunts, shifting her body, so she’s straddling one of Buffy’s thighs. Reaching down, Anya runs a hand up Buffy’s other leg, smiling as Tara starts a gentle rocking motion, her sex pressing against Buffy’s thigh. “Tense your leg, Buffy. Give Tara something hard and firm to rub against.” Anya softly orders before running her hand up the inside of Buffy’s leg, cupping the slayer’s sex firmly.

“Goddess!” Tara cries out as Buffy does as Anya suggested. Shifting her body, Tara supports herself with her arms as she rocks harder against Buffy.

Buffy whimpers loudly as Anya’s hand strokes over her body at the same time Tara shifts one hand to pinch and twist one of her nipples. “I want to touch, taste someone, please?”

Tara slows down her rocking motion, glancing towards Anya. “Go, sweetie.”

Anya groans at the offer, looking from Tara’s passion filled eyes, to Buffy’s begging eyes. “Okay.” Anya finally acquiescence’s. Shifting her body up the bed, she straddles Buffy’s face, groaning quietly as eager fingers stroke over her.

“So wet.” Buffy whispers in amazement, stroking over the ex-demons folds, raising both hands, Buffy gently separates the silken folds, inhaling deeply of the lightly musky smell before running her fingers over the woman’s sex, searching for Anya’s clitoris. Rubbing a finger over the hardening muscle, Buffy smiles as Anya jerks at the caress. Continuing the soft motions, Buffy urges Anya down, replacing her finger with a tentative tongue. So intent on what’s in front of her, she’s not aware of Tara’s shifting body until she feels a warm tongue stroke strongly over her own swollen muscle. Her body jerking at the caress, Buffy groans loudly into Anya’s sex, surprised as she hears Anya groan in response.

“Taste so good, Buffy.” Tara whispers before separating the slayer’s lips as much as possible so she can dive deeply inside the slayer with her tongue, swirling around strongly, holding onto the slayer’s thighs before bringing her tongue out to slide up and over the swollen, twitching muscle, quickly capturing it between her lips, Tara alternates sucking and licking the flickering muscle. As Buffy’s hips start bucking more firmly, Tara slides two fingers deep within the slayer while sucking continuously on the spasming muscle, moaning as the slayer’s swollen nub impossibly swells even more. Realizing the slayer must be holding back from the release for some reason, Tara releases the muscle for a moment. “Let it go, sweetie.” Tara murmurs before diving back in, flicking her tongue strongly over the quivering muscle, before dragging her whole tongue over the rock hard muscle.

“SHIT!” Buffy cries out her release as Tara clamps down strongly, sucking voraciously on the muscle.

Anya shifts off and away from Buffy, allowing her the release that had obviously been a long time in coming from the way Buffy was bucking and crying out. Lying beside the slayer, Anya strokes her hands firmly down the slayer’s body, placing soothing kisses along her neck and shoulder as Buffy finally collapses back on the bed.

Tara gently eases up the other side of the slayer, leaving her hand cupping the slayer’s mound, keeping a light pressure against the twitching body. Placing gentle kisses on Buffy’s neck, she smiles as she watches a slightly worried Anya still stroking her hands over Buffy’s body, trying to bring the slayer down from her orgasmic high.

“Buffy, are you okay?” Anya questions softly, reaching up to cup the slayer’s face, watching Buffy intently.

“She was holding back for some reason.” Tara offers softly, her eyes turning towards Anya with wonder. “You don’t think…” Tara turns her gaze on Buffy, frowning. “Buffy, sweetie?”

Buffy whimpers as she blinks, trying to bring the two women looking at her worriedly into focus. “Huh? What was that?” Buffy groans, her body twitching.

Anya strokes her hand gently down Buffy’s face. “Have you ever had an orgasm before, Buffy?”

Buffy hesitantly nods her head. “But never to that degree before.” Buffy admits, between heavy pants.

“Did you?” Anya partially questions, raising an eyebrow at Tara. When Tara shakes her head no, a small wicked smile crossing her face, Anya chuckles quietly. “Who’s going to get to have that particular pleasure the first time?” Anya questions, smirking at the witch.

“I guess, in all fairness, it should be you.” Tara admits quietly reaching over to Anya, brushing her thumb over the shopkeepers bottom lip. “Just don’t do to her what you did to me that first night. I don’t think she’d be able to handle that just yet.”

“What are you two talking about?” Buffy finally questions hoarsely, as she gets her breathing under control.

“Talking about a very intense, freeing orgasm.” Tara admits, smiling at the slayer. “That Anya is going to introduce you to, very soon.”

“Not for a little while. I kind of got sidetracked from what I was doing earlier.” Buffy blushes lightly, her eyes alight with mischief. “Now the problem is, do I finish what I was doing with you, or Anya?” Buffy questions quietly, looking from Tara to Anya and back again.

Tara chuckles quietly. “Go ahead and enjoy Anya. I won’t mind watching for a little while.” Tara whispers leaning over the slayer to kiss Anya, starting off slow, gradually the two women deepening the kiss until they’re battling strongly against each other. Tara whimpers as Anya ends the kiss, nipping her way strongly across her jaw, sucking on her earlobe for a few moments.

Buffy whimpers watching the two women above her, her hands unconsciously working to each woman’s back, stroking down and over their butts, before shifting back up over each back. “Maybe I should watch.”

Anya chuckles as she nips Tara‘s earlobe, backing away from Tara to look down at Buffy. “Whatever you wish, Buffy. Just make up your mind, because before this day is over, I‘m planning on making you scream.”

Buffy blushes darkly, looking from one woman to the other, not able to make up her mind.

“I’ll make this easy.” Tara whispers, shifting from the bed, walking over to the chair. Smiling at the two women as she sits down, tucking her feet under her. “I can wait.”

Anya smiles down at Buffy. “Do you want to decide what you want to do? Or do you want me to take the lead?”

Buffy growls quietly, finally deciding she wants to taste the ex-demon again, as she licks the flavor of her off her lips. “My turn.” Buffy smirks as she shifts over Anya, kissing her passionately.

Tara inhales as the slayer takes control, her dominant spirit exerting itself. Swallowing as Buffy quickly works her way down Anya’s body, Tara whimpers as Buffy nips playfully at the ex-demons breasts.

“Tell me if I do something you don’t like.” Buffy murmurs as she works her way down Anya’s body, wanting to again taste the light musky flavor permeating the room, among Tara’s and hers arousal.

“Don’t worry, I will.” Anya whispers, arching her back as Buffy nips down her stomach. Easing her legs further apart, Anya groans quietly as an adventurous hand caresses over her folds, learning her body.

Gently separating Anya’s outer lips, Buffy inhales deeply of the woman’s aroma, before stroking her fingers over the wet flesh. Looking upon Anya at her most vulnerable, Buffy smiles gently as Anya shifts her body wantonly. Stroking her fingers through the juices coming from the ex-demon, Buffy leans in, tentatively at first, stroking her tongue up and over Anya before licking more firmly as she feels the hard muscle under her tongue twitch, and Anya jerking up at the caress. Teasing Anya’s opening with one finger, Buffy moans into the woman as Anya pushes herself against the finger. Sliding in, Buffy can’t believe the ease with which her finger slid into the woman, quickly adding a second one, then a third, Buffy starts a quick in and out motion.

“Yesss!” Anya hisses as Buffy adds more fingers to her stroking, her hips bucking at the pleasure Buffy’s causing her, Anya whimpers loudly as Buffy finally sucks her into her mouth, sucking firmly, quickly bringing her to the edge of release. As Buffy flicks her tongue strongly against the quivering muscle, it finally tips Anya over the edge.

Buffy moans at the hot, sweet fluid escaping Anya, quickly lapping at the surprise, Buffy unconsciously continues stroking in and out of the ex-demon, extending her orgasm, surprised at how strong the woman’s inner muscles are as they clench and unclench against her fingers, her own body clenching in response. As Anya finally starts to ease her hips down onto the bed, spent, Buffy places one more kiss on the woman’s hot, hard nub, before gently kissing her way back up Anya’s body, brushing her breasts over the ex-vengeance demon as she finally reaches her lips, kissing her gently. “Good?” Buffy hesitantly questions.

“More than good.” Anya whimpers, finally opening her eyes to look into Buffy’s happy hazel eyes. “Great, excellent, and a very serious wow.” Anya admits, chuckling as she hugs Buffy, pulling the slayer down against her body.

Tara chuckles quietly at the two women, her own body humming with desire. Realizing she’s surprised at how much she’s turned on at watching her two lovers, definitely coming to the conclusion that they were going to have to figure out living arrangements and soon, because she doesn’t want to be without either woman.

“Get over here.” Anya whispers to Tara, smiling as the witch quickly untucks her legs, striding the short distance to the bed.

“You called?” Tara whispers smirking as she lays down beside the two women, caressing her hand down Buffy’s slightly sweaty back to cup a butt cheek in her hand firmly. “Definitely grab worthy.” Tara chuckles wickedly as she squeezes the flesh.

“Watch that!” Buffy growls, leaning over the short distance, kissing Tara firmly. “Oh…” Buffy tilts her head after she kisses Tara in contemplation. “I can grab you, now.” Buffy slides a hand over to stroke and pinch the witch’s nipple, smirking as Tara chuckles.

“You could have grabbed them then, also, you know.” Tara laughs quietly as Buffy rolls her eyes. Flexing her fingers firmly in to the muscular flesh, Tara wiggles her eyebrows. “So, what do you want to do now?”

“Attack.” Buffy states simple, lifting herself quickly from Anya to Tara, nipping and sucking her way down Tara’s body.

“I think we created a monster.” Anya laughs as she shifts on her side, scooting back a bit to give the two women more room. Reaching over, Anya runs a hand down Tara’s neck, chuckling at the little red marks Buffy left behind.

“So not AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH” Tara arches her words turning into a passionate cry as Buffy sucks her clit into her mouth strongly, while sliding her fingers deep into her body, starting a fast, hard rhythm in the witch. Jumping up into the caresses, Tara whimpers loudly, clenching down on the pleasure giving fingers.

“GOOOOODDDDD.” Buffy growls as she releases the muscle to get her breath for a few moments before diving back in, licking strongly over the quivering muscle, lapping up the fluid escaping from the witch, noticing as the flavor starts to change from the dark rich musky flavor, becoming lighter and sweeter as Tara starts to explode against her mouth and fingers.

Anya laughs quietly, as she leans her head against Tara’s shoulder, her eyes watching Buffy intently. As Tara whimpers, her hips grinding softly before slowing down, Anya smirks knowingly as Buffy finally lifts her face from where she’d been buried between Tara’s thighs, licking her tongue around her lips and mouth, trying to gather all the fluid there. “I was right, good isn’t it?”

“More than good.” Buffy chuckles deeply as she works her way up Tara’s body, stopping to kiss Anya first, laughing as when they break off the kiss, Anya licks strongly across her chin.

“I’ll help clean you up.” Anya murmurs, running her tongue over the slayer’s chin and lips, gathering up all the left over juice that she can find.

Tara blushes lightly at the two women before moaning into Buffy’s soft lips as she kisses her gently. “Goddess, I love you two.” Tara murmurs, wrapping an arm around each woman, hugging them tightly.

“Can we spend all day in bed?” Buffy questions seriously, shifting her body to lay on the other side of Tara, running her fingers caressingly over the witch, watching with rapt attention as Tara’s nipple tightens and hardens at her touch.

“You might get hungry.” Tara smiles as Buffy’s curious fingers stroke over her body, alternating gentle glides with light pinching to firm stroking.

“And poor Phoenix would be doing the potty dance.” Buffy admits, frowning as she shifts to look around the room. “Where is she, anyway?”

“Probably downstairs.” Anya laughs quietly. “I think she’s glad we finally got everything situated between us.”

“I do need to figure out something to fix for dinner.” Tara murmurs softly as she shifts to slide down to the end of the bed, smiling back at the two women as they groan in protest. “No matter how enticing it is to spend all day in bed with you two, we do need nourishment.” Tara picks up her robe sliding it on before tying the sash gently, watching the two women.

Buffy pouts as Tara walks out of the room, but the pout turns into a grin as she feels a hand caress up her leg, grasping her hip gently.

“You know, we could order food to be delivered. That way she isn’t spending part of the day fixing dinner.” Anya offers quietly.

“That sounds like a wonderful idea.” Buffy smiles, turning over to face Anya. Reaching up, Buffy looks at the woman curiously as she runs her hand gently down her cheek. “Thank you, Anya.” Seeing the confused look coming across her face, Buffy places a gentle kiss on the ex-demons lips. “For seeing that we cared for each other and doing something about it. For not being jealous, for a million reasons.” Buffy hesitates for a moment, looking into the kind and caring eyes of the ex-vengeance demon. “I’m sorry for all the times I was hateful to you. I never realized what you were really like, and I feel like shit for not taking the time to get to know you better.”

“It’s okay, Buffy.” Anya swallows the tears she feels coming to her eyes at the compassionate and sincere tone in Buffy’s voice. “I kind of always thought you were pretty self-centered and bossy. So…” Anya shrugs, smiling at the slayer. “We both know better now, and are working on remedying that. I want you to know I do love you.” Anya whispers, brushing her thumb gently over Buffy’s bottom lip. “Having Tara talking about you all the time gave me more of an insight as to what makes you tick. Of course, I can’t say that I’m happy with you for driving her crazy, but I know you didn’t do it on purpose. If I can get over Willow and the shit she pulled, I guess I won’t hold the things you did against you.”

“Thank God.” Buffy mutters, tilting her head against Anya’s shoulder, hugging her tightly. “I feel like shit for the way I treated her.”

“You just didn’t know what to do, Buffy. Plus the fact Tara never came out and told you how she felt about you just compounded the comedy of errors that is your life.” Anya chuckles quietly as she feels Buffy nod her head quickly. “But, like I said earlier. I’m glad things happened the way they did. Now I have two very beautiful, loving, caring women in my life and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”

“I think that could be said for all of us.” Tara whispers, smiling at the two women as she leans against the door frame. “I laid out a pork loin for dinner.”

“Put it in the refrigerator. You can cook it later this week, we’re going to order out.” Anya smiles at the witch as Tara chuckles quietly.

“I hate to say this, but I need to go clean up the back yard.” Buffy murmurs, stroking her hand down Anya’s back one more time before smiling apologetically at the ex-demon as she shifts off the bed, standing and stretching. Groaning quietly at the pleasant ache in her body, Buffy smiles.

“I like that smile.” Tara whispers, noticing the sated smile crossing the slayer’s face. “I plan on seeing a lot of it, also.”

Buffy turns her gaze on Tara, smirking. “Plan on keeping me in the bed a lot?”

“No.” Tara shakes her head, eyeing the slayer thoughtfully. “Don’t need a bed.”

Anya chuckles at the deep blush crossing Buffy’s face. “You never had a clue as to how much of a horn dog Tara is, did you? Hell, of course you probably didn’t…” Anya stops, blinking her eyes a couple times as she thinks, her gaze turning back on Buffy as the slayer blushes even darker. “You HEARD them!!” Anya yells pointing at the slayer.

“I am not saying a word.” Buffy mutters, yanking her clothes on.

Tara giggles quietly. “We tried to be quiet, but I’m sure there were a few times things got loud.”

“Slayer hearing, you didn’t have to get loud. Most of the time I turned the radio on trying to drown it out.” Buffy admits, grinning at Tara. “Now I have first hand knowledge of what happens.”

“You haven’t even scraped the tip of the iceberg.” Tara murmurs, her eyes darkening as she looks at Buffy.

Anya chuckles wickedly as she dresses. “But I get first dibs, remember that!”

“I know.” Tara nods her head, glancing over to Anya, watching her dress. “Damn. How did I get so lucky as to have you two love me?” Tara questions softly.

“Personally, I think I’m the lucky one.” Buffy admits, walking towards the doorway, stopping and brushing her lips tentatively over Tara’s mouth. “Is this okay?” Buffy questions softly.

“Kissing me?” Tara whispers looking into the beautiful hazel eyes of the slayer and as Buffy nods, Tara smiles gently. “Always.” Tara reaches up to stroke her fingers gently down the slayer’s cheek. “I’m a very touchy, feely person, Buffy. I will never turn down being touched, kissed or caressed. And I like to touch, kiss and caress in return.”

“Does she ever.” Anya whimpers quietly. “She’s not shy about getting naughty in public, Buffy. So if you have a problem with that, you might want to tell her now.”

Buffy blushes lightly before shaking her head. “I don’t think I’ll have a problem.”

“Good.” Tara chuckles quietly as Buffy smiles placing another kiss on her lips before heading downstairs.

“I think we might have already corrupted the slayer.” Anya chuckles walking up to Tara, who has a happy grin on her face.

“She needs to be corrupted.” Tara murmurs quietly, kissing Anya softly. “I can’t wait to see what her reaction is going to be when you get a hold of her and give her g-spot a good working over.”

Anya groans at the thought. “It’ll be interesting, to say the least.” Anya smirks as the two women work their way downstairs.

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