What If??

Tara glances towards Buffy, smiling at the slayer who’s grinning from ear to ear. “What are you so happy about?”

Buffy turns mischievous eyes on the witch. “Just thinking about what I’m going to do to you when we get to your dorm room.”

Tara whimpers quietly. “I think I’m in serious trouble.”

“Hmmm. I wouldn’t consider it trouble.” Buffy let’s her hand slide down the short distance to brush over the witch’s butt cheek. “I want to see how long it’ll take for your neighbors to come knocking on your door.” Buffy’s eyes twinkle merrily at the thought.

“You wouldn’t?” Tara questions, blushing deeply.

Buffy turns her head towards the witch, her eyebrow cocked, an absolutely evil smile on her face. “In a heartbeat. Don’t they get loud?” Buffy questions, smirking at the witch.

“Sometimes.” Tara admits softly. “I mean, I usually try and tune them out.”

“Uh, huh.” Buffy smirks before letting the smirk turn to a soft smile. “I know you do. Knowing you, you probably stuff cotton balls in your ears to keep from hearing anything that you think you shouldn’t.” Buffy chuckles softly as Tara nods her head, blushing. “Then, I think it’s time they get a taste of their own medicine.”

“They’ll probably be getting a lot of their own medicine here soon.” Tara quirks her lip, a glint in her eye.

“Oooh. I think my lovely, beautiful witch is starting to enjoy the thought of keeping her neighbors awake.” Buffy grins happily. “I foresee lots and lots of fun, pleasure and happiness in our future!”

“Oh, most definitely.” Tara smirks, laughing. “Do you feel any demons at all, sweetie?” Tara questions as they stroll towards the college.

“Other than the concentration I feel coming from the college, nope.” Buffy shakes her head, frowning deeply. “I really would like to check that out.”

“If it’s some kind of military thing, you know they’re going to have very high security.” Tara glances at Buffy, seeing the worried look on the slayer’s face. “I almost hate to suggest this, but since they seem to be located under the college…” Tara hesitates, biting her lip.

“I was thinking the same thing.” Buffy nods her head, smiling gently at the witch. “Probably people that are working here, or possibly going to school here as covers, are part of the Initiative.”

“It’s a very good possibility.” Tara’s brows furrow in thought. “I have a very, very dangerous thought.” Tara starts softly.

“No. NO dangerous thoughts. If it’s anything that possibly puts you in danger, get it out of your head.” Buffy growls, her eyes flashing.

“Okay.” Tara sighs before shifting the book bag to a more comfortable spot on her shoulder.

Buffy grunts quietly as she glances at Tara out of the corner of her eye. “Why do you keep insisting on doing things, or thinking of things that put you in danger?”

Tara quirks her lip up sadly. “Because those are the thoughts that occur to me.” Tara shrugs her shoulders, slowly walking up the stairs to the dorm room, followed closely by Buffy.

“Then have happy, non-dangerous thoughts occur to you for a while, will you?” Buffy grumbles, frowning. “What was your thought?” Buffy finally questions.

Tara turns surprised eyes on the slayer as she unlocks the door, allowing Buffy to precede her into the room. Tossing her book bag on the desk, Tara slides her jacket and shoes off before climbing on the bed, crossing her legs watching as Buffy sets the bags she was carrying in the corner. Smiling softly as Buffy pulls off her jacket hanging it on the back of the chair before toeing off her shoes.

Climbing on the bed so she’s facing Tara, Buffy tilts her head watching the witch. “Go ahead.”

“I was just thinking, that I could use a glamour spell, making me look like a vampire. Their commandos would try and capture me, you’d knock them out and find out who they are.” Tara shrugs. “Not that much of a biggie.”

“Yeah, but you’re not taking into consideration that they are using taser guns on the vampires!” Buffy growls angrily.

“What, you don’t like the thought of your girlfriend being…electrifying?” Tara wiggles her eyebrows, smirking at the slayer.

Rolling her eyes, Buffy shifts around and lays her head in Tara’s lap. “Not happening. I really, really want you to get that thought of your head. I caved on the Faith thing, but there’s no way in hell I’m going to let you put yourself in danger like that.”

Tara sighs quietly. Knowing it was a crappy idea, but thinking it might be for the best. “Okay. That thought is gone.” Tara smiles crookedly at the slayer, running her hands gently through the soft hair. “Now how about the thought of either going down to the common room, watching some television, or getting naked and driving the neighbors crazy?”

“Now, those thoughts I can deal with!” Buffy let’s a smile cross her face. “Did you want to watch some television?” Buffy questions, closing her eyes as she enjoys the witch stroking her fingers through her hair.

Tara smiles as she feels the rumbles starting to work their way through the slayer. “No. I don’t much feel like watching television.” Tara continues to stroke through the slayer’s hair with one hand, while running a fingertip over the slayer’s features with a feather light touch.

Buffy smiles at the loving touch. As she feels Tara’s finger stroke softly over her lip, Buffy flicks her tongue out to circle the tip before placing a kiss on the finger. “What do you feel like doing?” Buffy questions huskily.

“Truthfully?” Tara questions as she strokes down the slayer’s neck, watching the slayer’s breathing increase gradually. As Buffy nods her head, Tara smiles gently. “I would like to spend the next couple hours touching you, just like this.” Tara admits, running her finger softly over the exposed collar bone of her lover.

Inhaling deeply, Buffy finally opens her eyes to gaze up into Tara’s deep blue eyes. “No seducing me, this time. My turn to spend hours enjoying your delectable body.”

“Couldn’t this be a mutual enjoyment?” Tara questions softly.

“It could. But, honestly, I already have plans for tonight.” Buffy admits, groaning as Tara’s hand slips inside her shirt to brush softly over the starting swell of her breast.

“What plans do you have?” Tara’s asks, her voice husky with need.

“Sweet, God!” Buffy murmurs feeling her body clench in desire. “First off, I plan on both of us getting naked, very quickly.” Buffy bites her lip as Tara’s fingers sneak under her bra, stroking dangerously close to her highly sensitized nipple.

“Hmmm. Liking your plan so far.” Tara eyelids droop as she feels the desire building quickly. Tara teases her fingers around Buffy’s nipple, not touching it but stroking the hot skin and the crinkled areola surrounding it.

Buffy whimpers as Tara continues to tease, but not stroke directly over her aching nipple. “Then I was planning on giving you that back massage I promised earlier.” Buffy hoarsely mentions.

“Sounding better and better.” Tara admits, as she shifts her hand over to the other breast to slowly stroke over the slayer’s velvety flesh, grinning at the groan of desire coming from Buffy.

Inhaling deeply, Buffy whimpers in need at the smell of their combined arousals starting to permeate the room with the musky fragrance. “After that I’m planning on playing it by ear.” Buffy shifts around, slowly pulling away from Tara’s hand to eye the witch hungrily.

Tara’s body clenches as she notices the look on the slayer’s face. “Goddess, you look like you’re ready to devour me.”

“Very apt description.” Buffy growls as she leans in, kissing the witch hungrily. Shifting her body so she’s balancing on her knees, while continuing to kiss Tara, Buffy swiftly unbuttons the witch’s shirt. Quickly pushing the garment off Tara’s shoulders, Buffy’s hands reach around the witch, unhooking her bra, sliding the garment down off her shoulders before her hands greedily stroke the witch’s full breasts.

Moaning loudly into the slayer’s mouth, Tara arches into the small, hot hands as they stroke, pinch and squeeze her breasts. Finally breaking the kiss, so she can breathe, Tara pants heavily, a continuous whimper coming from her.

“I think the massage might have to wait a little while.” Buffy’s gaze caresses hotly over the witch’s body. “But nakedness can’t.” Buffy’s hands eagerly stroke down the witch’s body, fingers nimbly unbuttoning her skirt as she urges the witch to straighten her legs.

“Are you planning on pouncing on me?” Tara questions shakily, the desire flowing strongly through her body.

“Yes.” Buffy answers succinctly, as she slides the witch’s skirt down off her legs. Growling at the plain white cotton panties, Buffy almost rips them off, before it occurs to her that she’s already ruined one of Tara’s bras and that the woman definitely didn’t have the money to go replacing underwear because of her predilection of wanting to see the witch in sexy underwear. Taking extra care to gently ease the panties down her lover’s legs, her nose twitching as the witch’s smell invades her nostrils. Unable to resist, Buffy gently eases the witch’s legs apart, smiling as Tara shifts her body for her.

Looking up as she slowly makes her way towards the witch’s apex, Buffy closes her eyes at the look of absolute love and desire in Tara’s eyes. Continuing up the witch’s body, Buffy kisses her lovingly. “I want to pounce, now. Okay?”

Nodding her head, Tara runs her fingers over Buffy’s cheeks. “Finish undressing, sweetie. Either I’m going to be returning the favor quickly after recovering, or we’re going to be pouncing at the same time.”

Buffy’s eyes light up in consideration of the witch’s words. “That, we can do.” Buffy literally goes from all fours over Tara to standing by the bed stripping her clothes off in seconds.

Tara giggles as Buffy quickly finishes stripping.

“Laughing at me again, aren’t you?” Buffy watches as Tara grins crookedly and nods her head. A slow grin crosses the slayer’s face. “That’s okay, since you came up with a very, very good idea, I’ll let it slide this time.”

Tara shifts down on the bed, her eyes tracing her lover’s body. “Buffy, not to complain…but I’d really rather be making love to you right now instead of talking.” Tara admits, her voice deep with desire.

Buffy’s eyes widen before she climbs up above the witch, leaning down and kissing her passionately before she starts working her way down her lover’s body, chuckling as Tara’s hands caress her body, urging her to turn around.

“Sweetie…” Tara starts, then smiles as Buffy shifts her body around. “Hmmm… dessert.” Tara murmurs as she strokes a finger over Buffy’s swollen sex, loving how the slayer’s body jumps at the caress before groaning and arching her own body as Buffy strokes across her. Sliding a finger between the juice covered lips, Tara traverses her lover’s body, stroking gently, groaning as Buffy imitates what she’s doing. “Goddess, this the game you want to play?” Tara moans questioningly.

Buffy smirks, then groans as Tara swiftly flicks a finger over her swollen nub. Taking a second, Buffy repeats the gesture.

“Guess so.” Tara murmurs before urging the slayers hips down, quickly capturing her lover’s swollen clit between her lips, flicking her tongue strongly over the begging muscle. Arching her own body up into the slayer’s mouth as Buffy quickly follows suit. Panting heavily in between sucking and licking across the slayer, Tara reaches up to gently ease one finger into her lover’s hot, molten core. “Goddess, so wet…” Tara groans into the slayer’s body before quickly adding a second, then third finger as she strokes in and out of the slayer while continuing to love the slayer’s hard clit with her mouth and tongue.

Groaning deeply into the witch’s core, Buffy leans away from the witch, rocking her body against her lover’s fingers. As she feels Tara suck firmly, Buffy whimpers loudly. Realizing Tara’s hips are working against her fingers, Buffy quickly captures the witch’s swollen nub with her mouth, swirling her tongue around, flicking and sucking alternately. As she feels Tara’s body tensing under hers, Buffy picks up her ministrations, finally allowing her own body to start to release, their bodies start to shake as their orgasms work through them.

Whimpering loudly, Tara pushes her body up, as she starts to climax, her body shaking with her release. Moaning deeply as Buffy orgasms, flooding her mouth with her lover’s essence. Gathering all of her lover’s essence she can find, Tara finally collapses back on the bed. Inhaling in jagged breaths, Tara wraps her arms around Buffy’s legs, squeezing firmly.

Buffy continues to lap gently over her lover’s body, purring deeply as she gather’s her lover’s nectar. Buffy whimpers quietly as she realizes there’s no more for her to gather, then giggles as she feels Tara start to playfully nip at her inner thighs. “What are you doing?”

“I thought that was kind of obvious.” Tara chuckles before sucking the tender skin in her mouth.

Buffy squirms and starts laughing. “That tickles!” As she feels Tara release the skin, she breathes a sigh of relief before jerking and yelling her lover’s name as she feels Tara’s teeth scrape firmly across the skin she’d just released. “STOP THAT!” Buffy laughs loudly, squirming as she tries to get away from the witch’s mouth and teeth.

Tara giggles as Buffy’s body starts writhing above her, trying to get away. As Buffy’s fingers start to thrum up her body, Tara shifts around under Buffy, starting to laugh. “BUFFY!” Tara cries out between laughs.

“Teach you to tickle me.” Buffy grins, shifting her body around so she’s straddling the witch, continuing to wiggle her fingertips over the witch’s sensitive ribs. Buffy smirks as Tara’s face, and body, flushes as she continues to tickle her lover. Watching Tara’s eyes twinkle with laughter, Buffy smiles hugely. Finally easing up on the tickling, Buffy shifts to lay beside the witch, tucking her face in her lover’s neck while throwing her leg across Tara’s hips. Stroking Tara’s abdomen and stomach, Buffy moves her body in as close as she can against her lover.

Tara smiles softly, wrapping an arm around Buffy, squeezing her gently. “I love you, sweetie.” Tara closes her eyes, letting the slayer’s purrs vibrate through her body.

“I love you, too.” Buffy kisses Tara’s neck, before flicking her tongue across the slightly damp skin.

Tara hums in pleasure as Buffy starts stroking her tongue firmly over her neck. “Goddess, you could do that all over my body, and I would NOT complain.” Tara mutters as she stretches her neck, giving Buffy more skin to lick across.

“That could definitely be arranged.” Buffy smirks, before gently nipping the skin she’d just finished licking. Running her hand up from Tara’s stomach, to the witch’s breasts, Buffy softly runs her fingertips over the soft skin. Burying her face in the witch’s neck again, Buffy closes her eyes, continuing to stroke her lover’s body.

“Tired, sweetie?” Tara questions as she runs her fingers through Buffy’s hair.

“Just getting my second wind.” Buffy runs a finger up and around the witch’s nipple before flicking a fingernail over the hardening flesh.

“Seems more like you’re enjoying teasing.” Tara murmurs, arching her back as Buffy starts to pinch the nipple she was teasing with her fingernail. Moaning quietly, Tara strokes her hand down Buffy’s back, kneading the slayer lovingly.

“Oh, no. Teasing is when you don’t plan on following through. I will definitely be following through.” Buffy leans up and grins at the witch. “But first, I promised you a backrub, and you’re going to get it.”

“You don’t have to, sweetie.” Tara runs a hand down the side of Buffy’s face, before cupping it behind the slayer’s neck urging her down for a soft kiss. “I would be just as happy to hold you and run my fingers over whatever skin I happen to find.” Tara grins crookedly at the slayer.

“Ah, yes. But I know you really enjoyed my stroking my hands over your back.” Buffy raises an eyebrow at the witch in question.

“Yes, I did.” Tara smiles softly, her eyes a deep, soft blue.

“Hmmm.” Buffy murmurs before leaning down to kiss the witch lovingly. “Let me get off you, and you turn around, okay?”

“Okay.” Tara states smiling as Buffy eases off the bed, walking over to her bag. “What are you doing, sweetie?” Tara questions turning on her stomach, but keeping the slayer in her sights.

“I’ve been known to get knotted up muscles, pulls and other annoyances while training and patrolling…” Buffy starts digging around in her bag, smiling as she pulls out the heating massage oil. “This heats up, helping the muscles to relax. Great for getting those damn knots out when they are being stubborn.”

“Who normally works them out for you, sweetie?” Tara questions, closing her eyes as she shifts around on the bed, centering herself in the middle of the bed.

“I do it, unless it’s in an area I can’t reach. Mom or Giles, depending on where I’m at, at the time, will do it for me. Willow and Xander have been know to occasionally come in handy at times, also, when I‘m in desperate need.” Buffy admits softly.

“You three are really good friends, aren’t you?” Tara softly asks, opening an eye to look at Buffy.

“Yes. We’ve been friends for over three years. Seen and been through some pretty horrible stuff together.” Buffy sits down on the edge of the bed contemplating the past three years. “Poor Xander seems to be a demon magnet. He’s attracted the Preying Mantis lady, Impata the Incan Mummy, Drusilla seemed to have a thing for him, even that Vengeance Demon seemed to like him. She disappeared, don’t ever know what happened to her.” Buffy tilts her head, thinking. “Of course, there was Cordelia, the Queen Bitch. The fluke with Willow, and of course the deal with Faith.” Buffy shakes her head, grinning. “My dating Angel, seems pretty tame by comparison.” Buffy grins.

Tara chuckles quietly, shifting the pillow under her cheek to a more comfortable position. “Do you think Willow will have a problem, with us?” Tara questions hesitantly.

“She might be a little wigged to begin with.” Buffy admits, stroking her hand softly over the witch’s back, soothing her. “But I don’t think it’ll be anything that she won’t become okay with over time. Xander took it pretty well, but then again, he’s a guy!” Buffy smirks.

“There is that whole, girl on girl thing, that he probably is enjoying picturing.” Tara giggles.

“Don’t remind me!” Buffy grumbles. “Enough talking about those two. Let me get to the massaging.” Buffy eyes the witch’s back, the smooth white skin. “You’re beautiful, Tara.” Buffy states simply and honestly.

Tara smiles and rubs her face on the pillow. “I disagree with you, about that, you know.”

“I know.” Buffy sighs quietly. “But I’m going to keep telling you that, until you believe me.” Buffy shifts to where she’s on one knee, throwing the other leg over the witch’s thighs, gently easing her body down. “If I weigh too much, or it gets uncomfortable, let me know.” Buffy softly whispers.

“You will never weigh too much, Buffy.” Tara turns her head to look over her shoulder at the slayer. “Make yourself comfortable, please.”

Buffy smiles and re-situates herself, easing more of her weight onto the witch. “This okay?”

“Yes, you’re fine, sweetie.” Tara sighs quietly. “I won’t break. You don’t have to be so…gentle or worried about me.”

Buffy leans down and places a kiss on the witch’s shoulder blade. “I’ll still be gentle and worried, can’t help it. But, if you ever need…or want something, let me know.” Buffy offers quietly, as she straightens, opening the bottle and squirting a quarter sized dollop in her palm, before closing the bottle and setting it on the bed behind her. Gently rubbing her hands together, Buffy warms the oil as she spreads it over both hands, before starting at the witch’s lower back, running her hands up firmly.

Groaning at the firm stroke of her lover’s hands, Tara reaches up and moves her hair out of the way, before tilting her head back down into the pillow, relaxing more into the bed as Buffy starts to knead and massage her back.

Buffy smiles as she continues working her hands over her lover’s back, feeling the tension working it’s way out of her. Finding a couple extra tense areas, Buffy spends a longer time on them, loosening the muscles, before stroking more firmly over the witch’s back, smirking as she hears the witch hum in appreciation. “Not too hard?”

“No. As a matter of fact, you can do it harder.” Tara rolls her neck around as Buffy’s fingers dig a little firmer in her shoulders. “Harder, Buffy.” As Buffy works her fingers deeper into her flesh, Tara sighs in contentment. “That’s perfect.”

Buffy’s lip quirks. “Like the firm touch, huh?”

“Uh, huh.” Tara mumbles, feeling her body relax even more as Buffy’s hands work their way slowly down her back.

Buffy continues working over the witch’s back. As she hears the witch start breathing more deeply, Buffy leans up, looking at the sleeping woman. Smiling softly, Buffy gently eases off Tara. Looking around the room, Buffy quietly walks over to the drawers opening them, finally finding a blanket. Looking back at the bed, Buffy tilts her head as she considers the room left on the bed. Deciding she’ll have room if she lays on her side against the witch, Buffy turns off the light. Unfolding the blanket, Buffy gently lays it over Tara before climbing in beside her. Laying an arm gently over the witch’s waist, Buffy lays her head down on the pillow, closing her eyes in contentment. “I love you.” Buffy whispers, stroking her fingers gently over Tara’s side, before she slowly follows the witch into slumber land.