What If??

Buffy watches in surprise as Tara’s eyes open. Glancing up at the clock, Buffy quickly strides over to the witch. “Is everything okay?” Kneeling beside Tara, Buffy lays her hand on the witch’s knee.


“Buffy, what…” Tara starts to question Buffy before turning her gaze on Faith. Looking back at Buffy, Tara smiles softly. “We’ll talk later, sweetie.” Leaning down, Tara kisses Buffy softly. Standing, Tara looks down at the dark-haired slayer. Running a hand gently over the wrinkled brow, Tara sighs quietly. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, Faith. Just remember you have people here that care for you.”


Buffy watches Tara with concerned eyes, before standing to walk towards the door. Watching Tara turn to walk towards her, Buffy reaches her hand out for the witch, smiling softly as Tara laces their fingers together. Following Tara out of the room, Buffy waits quietly for her to say something. Walking out of the hospital, Buffy glances occasionally at Tara, watching the concerned look on her lover’s face. “Is everything okay?” Buffy questions hesitantly.


“I’m not real sure.” Tara admits, looking towards Buffy. “Let’s discuss it when we get home, okay?”


“Okay.” Buffy agrees readily, wondering silently what happened. When Tara slides her hand free to wrap it around her waist, Buffy smiles and leans her body in tight against Tara’s as they slowly walk back to Revello Drive.


*************


“Do you want anything?” Buffy questions as she gets ready to head to the kitchen.


“Water would be good.” Tara smiles as Buffy nods, disappearing into the kitchen. Sighing quietly, Tara curls up in the corner of the couch after taking her shoes off. Glancing up, she accepts the water from Buffy. “Thank you, sweetie.”


“You’re welcome.” Buffy sits down beside Tara, taking a sip of her water before placing it on the coffee table, shifting her body to face Tara.


Tara places a hand on Buffy’s thigh, smiling at the slayer. Playing with the water bottle, Tara thinks for a few minutes. “Sweetie, I need to ask you a question and I need you to try and remember exactly what was said.”


Buffy nods her head, confused. “Okay.”


Tara reaches up and runs a soft fingertip over the frown starting on Buffy’s brow. “It’s okay. This is something that could possibly help me to understand what I may be going into tomorrow regarding Faith.” Tara explains softly. “What did you talk with Faith about when you visited her? Try and remember if you were angry, sad, happy. What exactly you were talking about, anything at all you can remember.”


Sighing quietly, Buffy looks down at her hands, remembering back to when Faith was first in the hospital. “The first couple weeks I didn’t visit her at all. We had kicked the mayor’s ass at graduation, and Angel left to go to LA.” Buffy starts quietly. Thinking heavily, Buffy frowns. “When I finally went, the first couple times, I didn’t say anything. I just watched her, trying to understand what the hell went wrong.” Buffy glances up with sad eyes as Tara runs a finger under her chin, urging her to look at her.


“Whatever happened, happened, Buffy. I’m not going to judge you. But I need you to be as truthful and honest about everything as you can be.” Tara cups Buffy’s cheek, leaning in to kiss her softly.


“Can I lay down?” Buffy questions quietly looking down at Tara’s lap.


“Of course.” Tara shifts her legs to place her feet on the floor, patting her thighs for Buffy to lay down and get comfortable.


Buffy smiles shifting her body around, looking up into Tara’s caring blue eyes. “The first time I said anything to her, I was…hateful, I guess would be a good word.” Buffy admits, pain crossing her face. “I told her I blew up the mayor into a million pieces at graduation, that her sugar daddy was so much snake bits and pieces all over Sunnydale.” Buffy sighs deeply, feeling the pain of her own words. “God, I was a bitch.” Buffy rubs a hand over her forehead. “On following visits, I questioned her. Asking her why she turned against us, that I offered her friendship, and she spit on my offer by turning against us. Finally I asked her seriously, what I had done wrong. As I questioned her, I started thinking about everything that I’d done from before Faith came to Sunnydale. Finally I admitted to myself that I was to blame for the majority of everything that happened. If I hadn’t been hiding Angel, actually accepted Faith. Allowed her to become a part of the gang, instead of keeping her out, that everything could have been so different. I never actually let her be a part of us, I felt jealous of how everyone looked at her, thought she was cool.” Buffy takes a deep breath, trying to get her thoughts in order.


“Did you say all this to Faith when you perceived you were to blame?” Tara questions softly, stroking her fingers gently through Buffy’s hair.


“Yeah. I was bouncing off thoughts and ideas to her, like she was there actually listening to me.” Buffy chuckles sadly. “Stupid, I know. But I didn‘t perceive it, it was the truth, Tara.”


“Buffy.“ Tara sighs quietly as she cups Buffy’s cheek. “She was, Buffy.” Tara whispers, her voice deep.


Buffy looks up, her eyes wide. “What? What do you mean she was?”


“She was listening to you. That’s why today was so short. She questioned me regarding what happened after I left yesterday. She asked if you were mad at me.” Tara frowns for a moment. “Then she asked if you, Xander and your mom had visited previously.”


“Oh, shit.” Buffy closes her eyes, groaning deeply. “Everything I ever talked to her about, she actually heard?” Buffy opens her eyes, pain deeply etched on her features.


“Yes. That’s why it’s so important that you tell me everything you can remember about what you talked about.” Tara brushes her thumb over Buffy’s bottom lip. “She looked scared, Buffy. I don’t know what she’s scared of. That’s what I’m trying to find out.”


Buffy rubs her eyes hard. “Well, whatever it is, it’s probably regarding me. I’m pretty sure I’m the one that visited her the most and probably couldn’t shut my mouth the whole time.” Buffy admits. “Xander probably just sat with her the majority of the time. Mom…I’m not sure what mom talked about. You’ll have to ask her.”


“Then let’s continue, sweetie.” Tara watches Buffy. “It’ll be okay. Whatever it is that has her rattled, we’ll work through it.”


“The rest of my visits were variations of the same thing. I talked to her about how I screwed up, that if I had things to do different, I would. Went into detail as to how I would do them. Asked her forgiveness over and over again.” Buffy’s eyes tear up. “Told her I wanted my sister slayer back. That some of the best times I’d ever had was us slaying together.”


Tara reaches up and brushes a tear away from the slayer’s cheek. “How long and how often did you go on about wanting to slay together, wanting her back as your sister?” Tara questions softly.


“Probably the last three months give or take.” Buffy watches as Tara’s eyes become distant as she thinks.


“So, she’s been in a coma for six months, the first, what month in-a-half give or take you either didn’t talk to her at all, or were being difficult.” Tara tries to state diplomatically.


“Say it like it was. I was a bitch.” Buffy growls angrily.


Tara sighs softly. “After that you questioned what went wrong, trying to figure it out. Then you repeatedly begged her for forgiveness and told her to come back to you.” Biting her lip, she considers her options. “It could honestly be anything, but I’m going to pray and hope it’s the fact that you want her friendship, her forgiveness and even her love that has her scared.”


“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Buffy frowns sitting up quickly facing Tara. “I didn’t say anything about love, here.”


Tara chuckles quietly. “Honey, you love her like a sister. You’ve come to think of her as a family member. You even said it, you want your sister slayer back.”


Buffy rolls her eyes, before quirking her lip up. “Misunderstood that, didn’t I?” Buffy admits, grinning.


“There’s many kinds of love, Buffy. You love your mom, Mr. Giles, Xander, Willow, Faith and me. Who do you love more, your mom or me?” Tara questions, trying not to laugh at the completely confused look crossing her lover’s face.


“I love you both, I-I…” Buffy shakes her head, not knowing what to say.


“You love us both. You love me in the I wanna get hot and sweaty kind of way, where you love your mother in the you’re my mother kind of way.” Tara smirks at Buffy.


“It’s more than just the sex!” Buffy grumbles loudly, her brows furrowing.


“That was just an example, sweetie. I know it’s not just sex. Goodness we haven’t even made love but a couple times.” Tara chuckles, running her hand down Buffy’s face.


“A couple of absolutely wonderful, mind blowing times that I want to repeat time and time again.” Buffy admits, chuckling.


“And we will. Hours and hours of repetition. Hours and hours of discovery.” Tara whispers watching Buffy’s eyes take on an orange tinge. Glancing up at the clock, Tara looks back at Buffy. “What time will your mom be getting home today?”


Buffy’s eyes make the same trip Tara’s did. “I’d say we have a good three hours before she’ll be home.” Buffy’s eyes come to rest on Tara. “Got something going through that brilliant mind of yours?”


“Not brilliant, just wanting to get back to what I was thinking about last night and earlier today.” Tara admits, grinning crookedly. “Can I talk you into a little afternoon fun?”


Buffy groans, closing her eyes. “What kind of fun are we discussing here?” Buffy questions hoarsely.


Tara chuckles, grinning down at the slayer. The hand that had been stroking the slayer’s neck, slowly eases it’s way down, brushing softly over the slayer’s breasts. Watching the slayer, Tara smirks as Buffy’s lips separate and a quiet moan escapes them. Seeing the pleasure crossing Buffy’s face, Tara circles a nipple before pinching it gently.


Coughing a couple times to clear her throat, Buffy finally opens her desire filled eyes. “Do you want to continue teasing me here, or do you want to take this somewhere more…comfortable?” Buffy questions hoarsely.


“Oh, I don’t know.” Tara tilts her head, smirking as she cups Buffy’s breast, running her thumb over the rock hard nipple. “I’m having fun here…” Tara hesitates for a long moment running her hand over to the other breast, gently squeezing the breast. “But I think there is more fun to be had.”


Buffy groans, biting her lip. Glancing up to Tara’s dark eyes, Buffy shifts her body capturing Tara’s lips, quickly invading the witch’s mouth. As the witch groans into her mouth, Buffy shifts her body around more, not breaking the kiss, until she’s straddling the witch. Running both hands through the soft honey blonde hair, Buffy whimpers as Tara captures her tongue, sucking on it firmly.


Slowly pulling away, panting roughly, Tara looks at the stairs. “Bedroom.” She states simply.


“Oh, yeah. Definitely bedroom.” Buffy groans quietly, before shifting off Tara to stand by the couch.


“I’ll walk.” Tara sees the gleam in Buffy’s eyes.


“My way is quicker.” Buffy murmurs watching Tara stand.


“Yes, but I don’t want to get spoiled by you carrying me everywhere.” Tara laughs quietly. “Plus, you’re going to need your strength.” Tara chuckles wickedly before quickly trotting up the stairs.


Buffy follows right behind the witch, watching the enticing body in front of her. “I think you need to worry about your strength more than mine.” Buffy mutters, reaching out a hand, running it over Tara’s butt as they work their way into her bedroom.


“Now, now. None of that.” Tara turns and raises an eyebrow at Buffy. “You kept me from continuing my fun the other night. Time to pay up.” Tara huskily whispers.


“What continuing?” Buffy questions confused, reaching out to run a hand down Tara’s cheek. Closing the distance between them, Buffy runs the hand in Tara’s hair, kissing the witch firmly before working her way down the woman’s neck, placing hot wet kisses on all the skin she comes across.


Running her hands down the slayer’s muscular back, Tara whimpers before slowly easing away. “Sweetie, my turn.” Tara unbuttons Buffy shirt, gently easing it off the woman. Running her hands along the slayer’s ribs, Tara reaches around unhooking the slayer’s bra before sliding it down her arms, slowly uncovering Buffy’s firm breasts. “Goddess, I love your breasts.” Tara murmurs as she let’s the bra drop to the floor as she reaches up to gently cup a breast in each hand, brushing a thumb repeatedly over a hardening nipple.


Buffy groans loudly. “Tara…” Buffy starts before she whimpers loudly as Tara leans down, capturing one of her nipples in her mouth, swirling her tongue repeatedly around the nipple before sucking gently.


Easing back from the slayer’s body, Tara smiles as Buffy tries to follow. Running her hands down the slayer’s firm abdomen, Tara takes a moment to collect herself before easing the button out of the hole of the slayer’s jeans. Easing the zipper down slowly, Tara smirks as Buffy unconsciously pushes her body against Tara’s hand. Running her hands around the inside of the jeans waistband, Tara slowly pushes the jeans down the slayer’s strong legs, kneeling in front of the woman as she pulls one leg off as Buffy lifts it before pulling the other jeans leg off. Slowly traversing the slayer’s body, Tara looks up from the delicate feet, over the slim ankles to the muscular calves and thighs, hesitating for a moment on the silk clad mons before continuing until her eyes look into her lover’s copper gaze, her eyes glowing brightly with love, lust and passion.


Placing her hands on the slayer’s outer calves, Tara slowly stands, running her hands up over the slayer’s legs, stopping at her waist, hooking a finger of each hand around the strip of cloth as she leans in to nip softly along the slayer’s bottom lip before caressing it with her tongue.


“Ta…Ta…” Buffy hoarsely tries to get out Tara’s name.


“Hmmm?” Tara hums as she lavishes kisses across the slayer’s jaw, sucking the woman’s earlobe in her mouth to suck, lick and nibble on the flesh.


“Shit!” Buffy calls out loudly, her body arching into Tara’s. “Please.” Buffy finally whimpers.


Tara urges Buffy towards the bed, gently pushing the slayer until she falls back, bouncing slightly. Tara’s eyes darken as Buffy’s breasts jiggle the slightest bit. Quickly stripping her own clothes off, Tara takes a moment, debating on what route to take.


“Leaving my panties on?” Buffy questions finally, after a few minutes trying to get the words out.


“No.” Tara’s dark blue, almost violet eyes gaze on Buffy’s face, watching the woman for a few long moments.


“If you’re trying to drive me completely nuts, it’s working.” Buffy hoarsely states. “Tara, I want you.” Buffy whimpers softly.


“You’re not getting me. At least not yet.” Tara whispers before kneeling on the bed beside Buffy, her hands gently easing the strip of cloth barely covering the slayer’s sex down Buffy’s legs, before tossing it in the general direction of the hamper. Leaning over Buffy, Tara kisses her softly. “I want you. And by the Goddess, I am going to finish what you kept me from doing.” Tara hoarsely admits, before she starts working her way down the slayer’s body.


“Tara!” Buffy calls out loudly as Tara nips across her chest.


“Make sure those hands behave.” Tara looks up, making eye contact with the slayer. “They’re not going to stop me this time, Buffy. I plan on finishing this trip.” Tara smirks before running a tongue strongly across Buffy’s stomach before dipping in to flick the slayer’s tiny belly button. Feeling the muscles in the slayer’s stomach fluttering under her lips and tongue, Tara hesitates for a moment, inhaling deeply of the slayer’s aroma. “You smell wonderful, you know that? You taste even better.” Tara growls before shifting down further, nudging the slayer’s thighs, groaning as Buffy spreads her legs wide, her hips rolling with her desire.


Curiously, Tara runs a finger over the slayer’s glistening mound. Her hand following along with the slayer’s gyrations. Hearing the slayer whimper with need, Tara makes herself glance up. Seeing the desire and want in the slayer’s eyes, Tara keeps eye contact as her finger slowly traverses the slayer’s slit. Gently separating the slayer’s lips, Tara whimpers at the flood of liquid that oozes from the slayer. Unable to resist any longer, Tara tentatively lowers her head, reaching out for the slayer with an eager tongue. Sliding the tongue through the slayer’s wetness, Tara groans loudly at the flavor of the woman.


“Much, much better direct from the source.” Tara huskily states before diving in as she hears Buffy groan loudly, hips starting to shift more urgently in her desire. Running her tongue over the slayer’s silken folds, Tara whimpers before running her hands up, easing the slayer’s outer lips apart. Gazing upon the slayer’s body, Tara slides a finger over the swollen muscle begging for attention, inhaling deeply as Buffy cries out, her body jerking at the caress.


“Taraaaa…please.” Buffy whimpers loudly, the desire coursing through her body, the heat feeling like it’s going to burn her from the inside out.


“You’re being impatient, sweetie.” Tara eases a finger gently into the slayer, closing her eyes at the feeling of the slayer’s body dragging the finger in as deep as it will go. Breathing heavily, Tara quickly adds a second finger, stroking in the slayer’s body before eyeing the slayer’s clit. Watching in wonder as the swollen muscle seems to spasm in need. Hearing the slayer moan and whimper in desire as she arches up into her stroking fingers, Tara tentatively runs her tongue over the distended muscle.


“FUCK!” Buffy cries, jerking her body in response to the warm tongue’s caress.


Unable to resist the slayer’s response, Tara starts licking in earnest. Taking long strokes over the muscle, Tara starts alternating it with quick flicks of her tongue. As Buffy’s gyrations make it harder to keep up her stroking, Tara wraps an arm around Buffy’s leg, latching her lips around the muscle sucking firmly.


Jerking hard into the witch’s mouth, Buffy whimpers long and loud, her body tensing and her legs shaking as she arches, climaxing.


Eagerly continuing her ministrations as the slayer gives up her nectar, Tara’s surprised at the sweeter taste of the slayer’s orgasm. Wanting more, Tara continues to alternate licking and sucking the slayer, making the woman buck and cry out even more as another orgasm works through her body. Easing up on her sucking, Tara laps at the slayer, gathering up all the juices she can find, moaning into the slayer’s body at the deliciousness of her lover. Easing her fingers back inside the slayer, Tara leans her cheek on the slayer’s thigh, panting heavily, as she runs her fingers inside her love, searching out the warm cavern. Placing gentle kisses on the slayer’s twitching thigh, Tara curls her fingers inside the slayer, finding the slayer’s sweet spot, Tara strokes softly over the spot. Groaning at the slayer’s clenching body.


“Oh, sweet mother!” Buffy pants heavily, her hips working in an exaggerated circle at the pleasure building inside her. As Tara presses more firmly, Buffy’s eyes squeeze shut, the pleasure too much, Buffy cries out Tara’s name as she feels her body release.


Tara continues her tight circles on the slayer’s spot while sliding the short distance, lapping the slayer’s body with her tongue. “Goddess!” Tara cries out, finally easing her fingers ministrations, gently easing out of the slayer before diving in and greedily gathering up all the fluid she can find.


As Tara’s tongue strokes eagerly over her body, Buffy whimpers and cries in pleasure. As she feels the inquisitive muscle wiggling it’s way inside her, Buffy jerks in response.


Curling her tongue inside the slayer, Tara draws more of the slayer’s delicious flavor out, satisfying some deep need in her that craves the woman. Slowing down her stroking, Tara places loving kisses on the slayer’s sex, one lingering one on the still quivering muscle before gradually working her way up her lover’s body, Tara nibbles gently on one nipple before working her way over to the other one, bathing it with her tongue. Placing soft soothing kisses up the slayer’s neck until she reaches the woman’s panting mouth, placing a chaste kiss on her lover’s lips as she looks into Buffy’s sated gaze.


Seeing the slayer so obviously pleased, Tara smiles before shifting her body to lay beside her lover, tucking her head in the woman’s shoulder while stroking a hand lovingly up and down her lover’s body, placing a kiss on Buffy’s shoulder as she feels the purrs rumbling through the slayer’s body, becoming louder and more consistent the firmer she strokes.


Snuggling in tighter against Buffy’s body, Tara let’s her eyes slide close as the rumbling purrs vibrate through her body, making her smile. “I love you.”


“Love you, too.” Buffy finally works out, her body arching as Tara’s leg slides up over her thighs, brushing firmly across her still swollen muscle.


“Sorry.” Tara shifts her leg so she isn’t rubbing across the slayer.


Buffy reaches down, grasping the witch’s leg, urging it back up, her body arching again in response to the brushing of the witch’s leg over her still, very aroused, body. “You’re fine.” Buffy shakily runs a hand over Tara’s thigh.


Seeing Buffy’s still aroused, Tara shifts her body, her thigh sliding firmly between Buffy’s legs. Looking down at her lover, Tara grins crookedly.


Buffy groans as another shot of arousal courses through her body as Tara grins at her. Clasping the woman behind the neck, Buffy gently urges her down, kissing her lovingly. “That smile melts me inside.” Buffy whispers as she kisses across the witch’s jaw.


“It does?” Tara questions, groaning loudly as Buffy raises her leg, pressing against her apex. Pressing down, Tara tilts her head against Buffy’s shoulder. Starting a slow easy rock, Tara whimpers as Buffy runs her hands up her body to gently massage over her breasts. Grinding down more firmly, Tara gradually picks up her rocking motion.


“Yessss!” Buffy hisses as Tara shifts her body, press in harder against her body, their two bodies shifting and rocking together. Watching as Tara presses up, hovering above her to bring her lower body into a more solid contact.


Tara looks into her lovers glowing eyes, whimpering. Closing her eyes, Tara rocks harder and faster, her body sliding effortlessly over the slayer’s hard thigh. Feeling the perspiration trickling down her body at her efforts, Tara feels the pleasure building to an almost unbearable level. “So, close…” Tara whimpers, before crying out in release as Buffy’s stroking hands pinch her nipples firmly.


Buffy watches the pleasure cross Tara’s face as she cries out in release, before arching her body, grinding firmly into Tara’s leg as she quickly follows Tara.


Tara collapses on top of Buffy, panting heavily. Groaning into the slayer’s shoulder as Buffy strokes down her back, kneading her butt cheeks gently. Smiling as the purrs rumble through Buffy. Placing a kiss on the damp skin by her lips, Tara closes her eyes in pleasure.


Buffy slowly works her hands up her lovers back as she tries to gain control of her shaking body, finally threading her hands through the damp blonde strands. Breathing heavily, Buffy closes her eyes. Enjoying the feeling of rightness coming from Tara lying on top of her, the smell of their combined scents permeating the room.


“Can we do this every day for the rest of our lives?” Buffy questions softly. Chuckling as she feels Tara nod her head. “Multiple times a day?” Buffy smirks as she gets another nod. “All day long, every day from now until the end of time?” Buffy’s body starts shaking with laughter as Tara nods enthusiastically against her shoulder.


“Still not done learning your body. Got lots and lots of touching, kissing, kneading, nibbling, nipping and maybe even an occasional bite here and there to do.” Tara shimmies her body, getting more comfortable against Buffy’s firm torso.


“I’m liking the sounds of this more and more.” Buffy admits, smirking as it feels like Tara’s getting ready to take a nap. “Honey?”


“Mmmhmmm.” Tara murmurs pressing her lips against the slayer’s neck before teasingly running her tongue over the damp skin, moaning at the taste of the slayer. “Taste so good.” Tara whimpers, licking eagerly.


“Not as good as you do.” Buffy moans, stretching her neck out to give Tara more to lavish. “Honey, I really don’t want you to stop…” Groaning loudly as Tara goes from licking to nipping gently. “Mom’s gonna… Oh, yesss!” Buffy arches hard as Tara comes across an extra sensitive area on her neck.


Finding the sensitive spot, Tara attacks it, loving the way Buffy’s body starts to arch and shake under her.


Feeling the pleasure shoot through her body, as if it has a direct link to her center, Buffy groans loudly. Unbelievably, Buffy arches as an orgasm shoots through her body. “What the hell?” Buffy finally questions as Tara eases up on her caresses.


“Have to see if there’s more spots like that.” Tara murmurs greedily.


“Don’t know if it was the spot, or the person.” Buffy smiles, before wrapping her arms around Tara. Sighing quietly, Buffy rubs her cheek against Tara’s head. “We should get cleaned up before mom comes home.” Buffy finally admits.


Tara starts chuckling. “Why? You don’t want her to come home to see you’ve obviously been in bed making love all afternoon?”


Buffy shakes her head. “You have a very strange sense of humor.” Buffy runs tickling fingers up the witches sides, grinning as she starts squirming. “And we haven’t been making love all afternoon. Just the biggest portion of it.” Running her fingers over the scar on Tara’s side, Buffy frowns, as she stops tickling the witch.


“What, sweetie?” Tara notices the quick change in her lover’s features. As she feels Buffy’s fingers tracing the scar, Tara sighs quietly.


Buffy’s brows furrow as she feels the depth of the scar tissue, judging the length and where it’s located, her eyes capture Tara’s. “How bad was this?”


Tara looks down, breaking eye contact with the slayer. As Buffy cups her cheek, gently urging her to look back up, Tara sighs deeply. “It punctured my lung.” Tara finally admits.


Buffy growls deeply, her eyes flaring brightly in anger. “He better pray that he never, ever crosses my path.” Buffy growls angrily. “I will tear him limb from limb for harming you.”


“Ssshhhh.” Tara runs a calming hand down Buffy’s cheek. “Easy, sweetie. It’s in the past, let if stay there. Please.” Tara looks at the slayer with sad blue eyes.


“They never should have harmed you.” Buffy’s spit’s the words out angrily.


“No, they shouldn’t have. But in a way, they’re the reason I’m here.” Tara tries to explain, searching the slayers angry eyes. “If my father and brother had been kind and caring, I never would have come here to college. And if I didn’t come here to college…” Tara trails off, hoping Buffy would see where she’s going with this.


“We would have never met.” Buffy finishes, the anger still boiling within her. “If he shows up, I won’t kill him. But I reserve the right to…discuss the proper way to treat a woman.” Buffy offers a partial compromise, the thought of how she will ‘discuss’ this with Tara’s father rolling around in her mind.


“Buffy?” Tara questions softly, seeing and feeling the slayer’s deep-rooted anger. Surprised at being able to actually feel the slayer’s emotions, Tara takes a moment to try and figure out why.


Buffy watches Tara, the anger still roiling around inside her. Seeing the surprise and confusion crossing Tara’s face, Buffy tries to shake the anger that’s flowing through her veins like molten lava. Wrapping her arms around Tara, she gently rolls them so she’s laying over the witch. Letting Tara’s calming vibes sink into her being, Buffy buries her face in Tara’s neck. Breathing deeply, Buffy let’s the rest of her anger drain away.


“Still doesn’t mean if they show up, I won’t knock some sense in them.” Buffy admits. “I don’t think I could be near them and not do something.” Buffy leans up to search her lovers blue eyes.


“Hopefully, you’ll never have to meet them.” Tara runs her thumbs softly over Buffy’s cheeks. “So that way I don’t have to worry about your doing something that you’ll regret.”


“I won’t regret anything I do to those bastards.” Buffy states calmly and sincerely.


Tara tilts her head, feeling the absoluteness of Buffy’s words.


Buffy’s eyes widen. “Uh, oh!” Turning to look at the clock, Buffy starts to laugh. “Mom just pulled up in the driveway.” Buffy admits, her eyes twinkling as she looks back at Tara.


“Ooops? Run to the bathroom?” Tara questions quickly, grinning crookedly.


“You go ahead. I’ll get dressed and run downstairs.” Buffy places a quick kiss on Tara’s lips before hopping off the bed dressing quickly.


Tara grabs her clothes and runs out of the bedroom, laughing the whole way.


“Like she isn’t going to know what we were doing, anyway!” Buffy calls after the witch, hearing her chuckle as she closes the bathroom door. Laughing, Buffy heads downstairs.