A Witch In LA

“Caleb, you mother-fucker!! You’re mine!” Faith yells jumping up and over two Bringers, letting Angel take care of them. Swinging the Scythe Buffy insisted she take, she snarls at the preacher.

“Mighty sassy, for a whore, aren’t you?” Caleb smirks at the slayer, watching as Faith twirls the weapon. “I think you got something of mine.” He nods towards the weapon.

“Nope. Belongs to a slayer. Right now, that’s me.” Faith growls out loudly. Faith jumps towards the preacher, swinging the weapon barely missing Caleb as he jumps back away from her swing. “Come to me, you sick son of a bitch.” Faith snarls as she spins the weapon around and around in an ever faster arc before jumping to close the ten yard distance between them, swiping at the evil monster, taking his arm.

“YOU ARE DAMNED!” Caleb screams out in pain as his arm falls from his body, black goo oozing from the wound. Looking at the slayer with black eyes, he snarls up his nose, swinging with his other arm, clipping Faith on the jaw as she tries to dodge the swing, making her grunt in pain.

“That ain’t gonna do it, you fuckin’ prick!!” Faith yells swinging the weapon quickly, twirling it around the preacher, slicing him here and there before taking her fist slamming it up hard into his jaw, lifting him up in the air. Watching as he falls back on the ground, finally stunned, Faith jumps up, twisting her body in the air as she brings the blade of the weapon down on his neck, severing his head from his body. “DON’T FUCK WITH A SLAYER!” She screams at the dead body.

“Oh, my, my.” The First claps his hands glancing down at the now lifeless corpse of his right hand man. “I never would have thought you were the one to take him. He was planning on hanging your head on his wall when this was done.” The First smirks as he strides around the slayer.

“Shut the fuck up. You’re gonna be next.” Faith growls, striding back towards Angel and the potentials who are surrounded by dead bringers.

“Your little witch is going to die. She’s going to go straight to hell. Do not pass go, go straight to hell!” The First laughs mockingly at the slayer, switching to Buffy’s body. “You know, if she was smart she would have picked me to be her lover. I would have taken much better care of her than you ever could.” The First runs his hands over the body he’s portraying.

“You don’t know shit, you stupid fuck.” Faith growls, raking her eyes over the First. “You just wish you had a body so you could touch her. But you know what?” Faith questions walking up to The First, poking her hand through the incorporeal body. “You can never touch something that pure. If you were ever able to touch her, her purity and goodness would streak straight to your heart, killing you. Go find some more minions. You’re runnin’ out.” Faith snarks turning on her heel, leaving the area with the rest of the group following silently behind her.

“That’s going to help.” Angel quietly states, glancing at the slayer.

“What, Caleb?” Faith growls as they continue searching out Sunnydale.

“Yes. Having him out of the way is one big plus on our side.” Angel frowns as he hears fighting in the distance. “Hear that?”

“Yeah.” Faith nods. “Come on, girlies. We got somethin’ happenin’ up ahead! Let’s double-time it.” Faith takes off at a quick jog, followed by the potentials, with Angel bringing up the rear, keeping an eye out for an ambush.

Faith snarls as she watches Buffy fighting the Uber Vamp. “Yo! B!” She yells, tossing the weapon to Buffy, watching as she reaches up without looking, grabbing it out of the air before spinning around and taking the head of the vampire cleanly and quickly.

“Thanks.” Buffy nods her head, panting. “Everyone okay?” She questions looking at the group.

“A couple bruises and cuts, but nothing major.” Spike states after looking at the last potential.

“How many of them did you come across tonight?” Faith questions about the Uber Vamp.

“That’s the second one. The first one, Spike and I double-teamed. This one I took on while Spike helped the girls with the bringers.” Buffy quickly explains looking over the bringers lying dead, scattered around the ground.

“I wonder how many of those bastards The First has got?” Faith growls hoarsely looking around.

“I don’t know, but we don’t have to worry about Caleb anymore.” Angel smirks looking towards Buffy.

“You guys take him out?” Buffy’s eyes widen in surprise.

“Nope.” Angel shakes his head, pointing towards Faith. “She took him out. Then The First came to pay her a little visit.”

“Stupid bastard.” Faith snarls at the thought of The First Evil. “Like Tara would ever pick you over me.” Faith smirks at Buffy, confusing the other slayer. Laughing, Faith starts heading back to the apartment complex.

“What the hell did that mean?” Buffy questions, catching up to Faith.

“He decided to take your form and say you would treat Tara much better’n me. He’s gettin’ desperate. I think he’s finally realizing that his ass is going to be so much shit to scrape off out boots when this is done.” Faith chuckles. “We probably took out around thirty Bringers, along with Caleb and one Uber. What did you get?” Faith questions, wondering how good a night they had.

“Two Uber’s and roughly…” Buffy trails off trying to think about how many Bringers they might have wiped out.

“I’d say roughly forty, luv.” Spike speaks up from the back.

“Forty Bringers.” Buffy shrugs smiling. “I’d say we had a damn good night. Just a few minor wounds.”

“We gonna do this tomorrow?” Faith questions quietly.

“Probably be for the best. Don’t give him time to build up more of an army.” Buffy nods her head. “As long as everything else falls into place, I say we head to the Hellmouth late tomorrow afternoon.”

“The Poof and I can go by tunnel access, be in the school whenever you need us.” Spike speaks up. “I know the quickest way there. And it ain’t like we’re going to run into any resistance, since all the other demons have left town.”

“We’ll get with the rest of the group, make sure everything’s set.” Buffy tucks her hands in her pockets. “You okay?” Buffy whispers, glancing at Faith.

“No.” Faith shakes her head. “I don’t think I will ever be okay about this. But it‘s not like I have much of a choice in the matter.”

“I know it doesn’t mean much, but I’m really sorry, Faith.” Buffy whispers looking down at the sidewalk.

“Yeah, well. My life was pretty much shit until she arrived. I guess I can thank whoever it was that sent her to me, for letting me have these past six months with her.” Faith quietly states looking up at the starry night. “There’s worse ways to go out, than us going out in a blaze of glory, huh?” Faith chuckles. “Plus I plan on going home and making love to my witch all night and all morning long. So heads up all you kiddies. Don’t come knockin’ on our door, unless you want to get your head knocked off.” Faith yells at the rest of the group.

“What about me, luv?” Spike yells back, making a few of the Potentials chuckle and Angel elbow him.

“I’ll have Tara teleport your ass somewhere warm and sunny.” Faith growls, laughing.

“She’s already threatened to do that to me once!” Spike grumbles loudly. “Ain’t fair of you to threaten it, too!”

There’s chuckles and good natured ribbing as the group finally make it back to the apartment building, the crew working their way to their various rooms.

Faith stops outside Willow’s open apartment door, before stepping in. Smiling softly, she looks at Dawn asleep on the couch with Tara softly stroking her hand through the teens hair. “How she doin’?” Faith hoarsely questions.

Tara looks up, smiling softly at Faith. “Upset. But doing better.” Tara notices the slight bruise on Faith’s jaw while she continues her inventory of her lover, not noticing anything else. “How was tonight?”

“Good.” Faith nods her head. “Between the two groups we took out roughly 70 bringers, three ubers and Caleb.”

“You did?” Tara questions, her eyes lighting up in appreciation. “That’s going to hurt The First. He can’t have too many more bringers laying about. And it’s about time we were able to kill that bastard Caleb.” Tara growls quietly. “Three Ubers? I wonder if he has any more of them?”

“Don’t know.” Faith shrugs. “Can we go home, babe?” Faith whispers looking softly at her lover.

“Of course.” Tara answers smiling gently. “Dawn, honey? I’m going back to my apartment with Faith. Go ahead and sleep here.” Tara gently eases out from the mumbling teen, shifting the blanket up to cover her more fully.

Faith threads her hand through Tara’s as they work their way to their apartment. “I already forewarned the groups that they better not come by tonight or tomorrow morning. I told them we were goin’ to be gettin’ busy and didn’t want to be disturbed.”

Tara laughs quietly as they walk into the apartment, shutting and locking the door behind them. “Did you want something to eat, love?” Tara questions softly, knowing her lover was probably hungry since she hadn’t eaten for the last six hours.

“Yes and no.” Faith answers wrapping Tara up in her arms. Resting her head on her shoulder, Faith continues quietly. “Yes, I am hungry and I should probably eat. However, I want to spend every spare moment wrapped up around you, or making love to you.”

“Oh, love.” Tara runs her hands through her lover’s hair. “How about I make you a couple sandwiches real quick? You can still stay close while I’m doing that.”

“Okay.” Faith smiles before placing a gentle kiss on Tara’s neck before loosening her grip around her lover. Following close behind, Faith smirks as she wraps an arm around Tara’s waist as she watches the witch pile up two sub rolls with a pound of different meats and cheeses, before grabbing out a couple huge bottles of water. “That for me?” Faith questions, laughing as Tara pulls down a huge bag of chips setting it beside the plate.

“Yes, it is. I ate a little something earlier over at Willow’s.” Tara admits smiling. “Want to eat in the bedroom?” Tara questions softly.

“You’re gonna let me eat chips in the bed?” Faith raises an eyebrow in question.

“Yes.” Tara smirks. “Come on, love.” Tara grabs the waters while Faith grabs her sandwiches and chips. Setting the waters down on the nightstand, she relieves Faith of the sandwiches and chips, placing them on the edge of the bed.

Faith watches her lover curiously, chuckling as Tara quickly and efficiently strips her before she disrobes herself. “What am I supposed to do now?” Faith questions glancing down at her now naked body.

“You are going to climb up on the bed and eat your dinner.” Tara points, smiling. Watching as Faith climbs on the bed, propping her back against the headboard and grabbing a sandwich to slowly start eating it. Tara’s eyes shift to follow her lover’s body from her feet up over her calves, to her muscular thighs, the small trimmed area of her mound, over the muscular stomach, to the delicious breasts with the brown nipples slowly hardening, up to the heated brown gaze watching her.

Faith swallows her bite of sandwich as she notices the dark blue of her lover’s eyes after they finish lovingly looking over her body.

Tara smiles as she climbs on the end of the bed, slowly kissing her way up Faith’s body. “Finish your dinner, love.” Tara whispers as she glances up noticing Faith stopped eating. “I’m just planning on having a little after dinner dessert myself.”

Faith whimpers at her lover’s words. Unconsciously, Faith shifts her legs further apart, reaching out absentmindedly for the other sandwich as she watches Tara slowly work her way up one thigh, stopping short of her now aching center, to slide over to the other leg, slowly kissing and running her hands up that leg.

Tara smiles as she hears Faith whimper repeatedly. Slowly kissing up her lover’s inner thigh, she inhales deeply of Faith’s musky scent. Sliding her body to lie flat on the bed, her face just inches away from her lover’s most intimate area, Tara eases a hand up to gently stroke over the silken, damp flesh of her lovers outer lips, smiling as Faith groans and shifts her legs even further apart, enticing her to explore further. Reaching up with her other hand, Tara gently separates her lover’s outer lips, stroking a finger down each side, before sliding one hand forward, traveling through the abundance of juices escaping from her lover.

Smiling as she looks upon her lover’s swollen clit, poking out from it’s hiding place, Tara gently raises her other hand to uncover the swollen muscle so it’s there in all it’s glory, just waiting to be caressed. Leaning in the short distance, Tara breaths a hot breath of air over the muscle, making Faith jerk up, crying out quietly. Pursing her lips, Tara blows out a cooler breeze of air across her lover, glancing up to see Faith’s half lidded eyes watching her intently, her sandwich forgotten in her hand. “Finish your sandwich, love.” Tara smiles softly as Faith blinks a couple times turning to look at her hand, frowning.

“I’m not exactly hungry for food right now.” Faith hoarsely admits.

“I’m not going to continue until you finish your sandwich.” Tara smirks at her lover as Faith’s eyes widen and she starts to quickly eat her sandwich. Looking back down over her lover’s body, Tara leans down and softly strokes her tongue around the sensitive nub, being careful not to come into contact with the swollen muscle.

“Tara!” Faith whimpers out her lover’s name, shoving the empty plate off the bed.

“Oh, no. Not tonight, my greedy slayer.” Tara murmurs, lapping around her lover’s body, stroking her tongue over the outer lips, gathering up all the juices lovingly. “Tonight I’m going to worship you.” Tara shifts her body back down the bed, grasping Faith’s hips to urge her to lay down more comfortably. “And I’m going to spend hours doing it.” Tara admits, bringing Faith’s legs up, so they’re bending at the knees. Grasping a pillow, she urges Faith to raise her hips as she slides it under her butt cheeks. Settling her body between her lovers thighs, Tara slowly strokes over her lover’s quivering sex, gently sliding a finger in her needy center, playfully circling around before easing the digit out of her love.

Wrapping an arm around one leg, Tara leans in to lick firmly up her lover, finally stroking her tongue over the swollen muscle, making Faith buck up in response. “Hmmm. So good.” Tara murmurs licking her lips before separating her lover as much as possible, diving in with her tongue, reaching as deeply inside Faith as she possibly can, wiggling her tongue around inside her lover, making her squirm and cry out. Burying her tongue, Tara curls it up to stroke over her lover’s inner walls while rubbing her nose against her lover’s aching clit, groaning into Faith as her lover’s inner muscle clench down on her tongue, as Faith cries out her release. Licking up all the juices from her lover, Tara runs her tongue over the sensitive inner nerve endings at the entrance of her lover as she starts with barely soft brushes of her nose against her clit, slowly working her way up to a hard rhythm, as Faith starts rocking against her. Sliding her hand into position, Tara quickly replaces her tongue with three fingers before clamping down on her lovers swollen nub, squeezing it gently between her teeth as Faith screams out her name as she arches up hard into her lover’s mouth.

Tara pants heavily, lapping over her lover with a firm tongue, making the muscle start to quiver again, quickly sucking the muscle in her mouth, Tara sets up a strong, continuous sucking as Faith jerks, her body almost trying to get away from the immense pleasure Tara’s giving her, as she feels another orgasm shooting through her body.

“Sweet, fucking GODDDD!!!!” Faith arches up, her whole body shaking with pleasure. “No more, no more.” Faith whimpers as Tara eases off her sensitized clit. As Tara flicks her tongue over the muscle again, Faith screams silently, her voice temporarily gone, as she climaxes again with the single stroke over her sensitive flesh. Reaching down, Faith tries to urge Tara up her body, to give her a chance to recuperate.

“No, love. You’re mine tonight, remember?” Tara hoarsely mutters, before sliding two fingers in her lover, going after the woman’s G-spot with a vengeance. Placing one hand on her lover’s stomach, Tara firmly presses down as she strokes continuously inside her lover, rubbing over the muscle inside her. “I want more.” Tara growls leaning down, sucking the muscle into her mouth gently, groaning as it gives up even more of the slayer’s hot, sweet essence. “That’s it, love.” Tara moans, feeling her lover’s body tensing, the muscles clamping repeatedly against her fingers, the quivering thighs as Faith grasps the comforter in her hands, literally ripping it apart as she whimpers out her climax before passing out, her body collapsing back on the bed.

Tara gently cleans her lover with her lips and tongue, smiling as Faith still jerks against her, the swollen muscle in front of her spasming continuously as it eases out even more of her lover’s juices. Not able to resist, Tara reaches out to lick up the escaping juices, moaning as she feels her lover climax again at her gentle touch. Pressing her tongue softly against her lover, Tara doesn’t move or stimulate the muscle, she just strokes her hands softly over her lovers thighs while pressing softly against Faith, smiling as another tremor works it’s way through her lover, giving up even more of the delectable nectar. After a few minutes of lying there, and a couple more orgasms, Tara finally slides away from Faith, easing the pillow out from underneath her lover’s hips to lie beside her, running her hands lovingly over Faiths side, stomach, chest and neck, occasionally stroking down her cheek.

“I love you so much.” Tara whispers to Faith, smiling softly. “I hope one day you may forgive me.” Shifting Faith’s arm up, Tara snuggles in against her side, pressing a soft kiss against the slayer’s breast while cupping the other breast in her hand. Softly rubbing her thumb over the hard nipple, as she slowly falls asleep, tears silently falling from her eyes.

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Faith yawns and stretches her aching body, moaning at her still quivering flesh. “What the fuck did you do to me?” Faith growls looking for Tara. Frowning when she doesn’t see her lover, she rolls out of bed, onto shaky legs. Feeling the heat coming from her body, she curiously runs a hand down over her sex, groaning and leaning against the wall as she brushes over her still sensitive clit. Whimpering as another orgasm works through her body. “Fuck me.” Faith leans her head against the wall, quickly pulling her hand away from her flesh. Opening the bedroom door, she stops, when she sees a smirking bleached blonde vampire glancing her way. “Damn it! Tara get in here!” Faith yells, turning on her heel to walk back into the bedroom.

“I think that’s our cue to leave.” Giles quickly stands looking at the people. “Plan on Spike and Angel heading through the sewers from here around 4:00 and we’ll meet up with them at the school at 4:30. Until then, I suggest everyone try and get some rest.” He looks intently at Tara, who just smirks back at him.

“I’ve already got all the rest I need.” Tara raises an eyebrow daring anyone to argue with her. “We’ll meet up with you down in the garage at 4:00.” She nods as the rest of the crew quickly leave the apartment. Shutting and locking the door, Tara glances towards her bedroom doorway. “You can come out, love they’re all gone.”

“What the fuck were they doing here to begin with?” Faith strolls out, trying to keep her legs from squeezing her sensitive flesh together, finding out when she sat down, crossing her legs on the bed that she put too much pressure on her flesh and had another orgasm.

“Finalizing the plans.” Tara scoops out a big bowl of chili for Faith handing it to her. “Do you like peanut butter sandwiches with your chili?”

Faith frowns looking at the witch like she’s crazy.

“Here, try it.” Tara smiles handing Faith a half a sandwich. “Dip it in and take a bite.”

Faith looks curiously from her sandwich to her chili. Shrugging her shoulders and muttering. “What the hell.” She dips the sandwich in before pulling it out and taking a hefty bite. Chewing for a few moments, she looks up in surprise at Tara. “That’s actually pretty good.”

“That’s the way I like to eat it.” Tara smiles, leaning against the counter, looking over her lover’s body. “How come you’re not wearing any clothes, love?”

Faith’s eyes narrow on Tara. “What the fuck did you do to me?” Faith sets down the bowl while easing up in front of Tara. Clasping her hand gently around the witch’s, she lightly skims the witch’s fingers over her aching clit, whimpering as another orgasm shoots through her body. “The fuckin’ slightest pressure makes me cum!”

Tara laughs quietly. “Sorry, love. I guess I might have gotten carried away. Hopefully in a few hours you won’t be so sensitive.” Tara unconsciously lifts her damp fingers up to her lips, sucking them clean.

“Oh, and like that’s gonna help.” Faith growls, watching Tara.

Tara looks at Faith confused. “What’s going to help?” She questions before reaching a hand up to stroke through Faith’s tousled brown hair.

“You, doing the sexy thing where you suck and lick my juices from your fingers.” Faith growls, leaning in to kiss Tara firmly. “See, you taste like me.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” Tara smiles before leaning in and kissing Faith deeply.

“What time is it?” Faith questions hoarsely as she finally breaks off the kiss.

“Almost 12:30.” Tara admits, slowly kissing her way down Faith’s neck. “Want to go back to bed?” Tara murmurs into Faith’s neck before sucking strongly on the slayer’s pulse point.

“Yeah. But it’s my turn this time.” Faith growls, throwing Tara over her shoulder as she strides into the bedroom, as Tara laughs, crying out her name.

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