A Witch In LA

Chapter 6

“What are you wanting to do?” Faith asks as they walk into the hotel. “It’s still early.”

Tara smirks slightly and sends a sidelong glance at the slayer. “Well, I’m sure there are some things I can think of.”

“I want to talk to you first.” Faith mutters quietly looking down at her feet as she slowly walks across the lobby.

“Faith.” Tara gently places her hand on the slayer’s arm, pulling her to a stop. Looking deeply into the dark eyes, Tara smiles softly. “Let’s talk, then. Do you want some coffee? We can make some and bring a thermos up to the room.”

Faith nods her head smiling slightly. “Sounds good. Want to go fix the coffee now?”

“Sure. Let’s go.” Tara smiles before running her hand down the slayer’s neck and shoulder till she clasps Faith’s hand in hers. “What time is it anyway?” Tara murmurs.

“Probably a little after 11:00.” Faith answers smiling slightly. “Early yet.”

“I wonder what the rest of the gang is up to?” Tara looks around at the empty hotel.

“Queen C is probably home being pampered by her ghost. Fred is probably hiding up in her room. The guys are probably out patrolling, if Queen C didn’t get a vision. We don’t have any other cases right now.” Faith runs down the list smiling slightly.

Tara smirks, as they walk into the kitchen. She gets out the coffee grinder and turns to look at Faith with her head tilted. “Do you want flavored or regular?”

“Hmmm. Depends. You going to join me?” Faith questions, hopping up on the prep table to watch the witch.

“You might be able to talk me into having a cup.” Tara smiles slightly.

“Okay, what would you like to have?” Faith leans back on her palms, swinging her legs watching Tara intently.

“That’s definitely a loaded question.” Tara looks at Faith raising an eyebrow. “But I personally think Vanilla Hazelnut wouldn’t go amiss tonight.” Quickly putting the beans in the grinder, Tara smiles as she watches Faith out of the corner of her eye.

Faith quietly watches as Tara makes the coffee. Watching Tara walk towards her after she puts the coffee on to brew, Faith straightens up slightly, seeing the gleam in Tara’s eyes.

Walking towards Faith, Tara eyes the slayer slightly, before coming to a halt in front of her. Placing her hands lightly on Faith’s knees, Tara glances down before easing them apart so she can snuggle in between the slayer’s thighs. Placing her hands behind the slayer’s waist, Tara grins slightly. “What are we going to do while the coffees brewing?”

Faith growls before swooping in, capturing the witch’s lips in a heated kiss. Wrapping her tongue around the witch’s, battling for long moments, Faith groans as she pulls back, panting heavily. As she feels Tara placing small wet kisses down her jaw and neck, Faith arches into the caresses. Running a hand up over the witch’s shoulder to bury it in the woman’s hair, Faith urges her back up, flicking her tongue against the witches repeatedly, before sucking her tongue gently. Hearing the witch groan, Faith nibbles on the tip before releasing it completely.

Tara pants as Faith finally pulls back. Leaning her head in against the slayer’s shoulder, Tara presses her body closer against Faith’s. Realizing she has her hands resting against the skin of the slayer’s back, Tara groans, flexing her fingers. Hearing the last gurgle of the coffee pot, signaling it was finished brewing, Tara rubs her face against the shoulder she’s resting on before nibbling on the skin briefly. Taking a deep breath, Tara pulls away looking into the slayer’s dark brown eyes and smiles, running a hand down her cheek and placing a chaste kiss on her swollen lips.

Faith growls as she watches Tara turn and get a thermos out to pour the coffee into. Hopping down from the table, Faith grabs the bag of CD’s and the thermos while Tara grabs a couple coffee mugs. The two women silently make their way up to Tara’s room.

Tara stops a couple steps inside her room as Faith follows her in. Turning she gently shuts and locks the door before walking over to the bed, setting the coffee cups down on the nightstand. Turning she watches Faith kind of shift from one foot to the other. Tilting her head, Tara smiles softly for a moment. “Why don’t you set the bag down on the table and come pour us a cup while I get more comfortable.”

“Ummm.” Faith’s eyes shift from the coffee cups to the bed and nods her head in agreement. “Okay.”

Tara smirks slightly as she turns grabbing a sleeveless t-shirt and shorts to put on. Quickly heading to the bathroom, she chuckles as she hears Faith grumbling quietly behind her.

Faith watches the closed door for a moment before taking a deep breath and filling the two mugs with coffee. Setting the thermos down, she quickly unties her boots and slides them off, placing them near the door. Not knowing if the witch was wanting to sit on the bed or move to the chairs, Faith paces silently back and forth. As she hears the door to the bathroom open, she stops and watches as Tara walks out, groaning slightly at the long legs on display, over the hips finally starting to take shape again to the tantalizing breasts and feels her heart beating strongly as she reaches the deep blue eyes, her heart literally skipping a beat.

Tara watches as Faith appraises her body and let’s out the breath of air she had unconsciously been holding. Walking slowly towards the bed, Tara sits down, her back against the headboard while crossing her legs watching Faith quietly, for long moments. Reaching over for a mug of coffee, Tara smiles. “Would you like to borrow a pair of shorts?”

Faith looks from Tara’s pink tipped toes all the way up the long slightly muscular legs, slight hips, waist, chest and dark honey blonde hair to the classic features. Bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet she glances down at herself and smirks slightly before answering. “No, I think it’s better that one of us keeps some kind of barrier between us for now.”

“Is my wearing shorts a problem?” Tara questions while sipping the coffee, enjoying watching the rogue slayer.

“Not a problem as much as a distraction.” Faith growls quietly striding over to the two chairs and picking one up to place it at the end of the bed before grabbing her cup of coffee. Sitting down and propping her feet up on the bed smiling slightly, Faith sips her coffee.

“Well that’s no fun.” Tara raises an eyebrow at Faith.

“If I climb in that bed with you we won’t be talkin’” Faith growls out. “And we really need to talk before we take this any further.”

“Faith..” Tara sighs quietly watching the slayer’s body language. “Where do you want to start?”

“I guess the beginning.” Faith stands up to pour more coffee in her mug before offering some to Tara and at her nod, she tops her cup off.

“Can you at least shift the chair down here beside me, if you aren’t going to sit beside me on the bed?” Tara questions quietly. Watching Faith with a hopeful look in her eye.

Faith turns to appraise the witch for a moment. Grinning slightly she looks to the other side of the bed. “Can you keep your hands to yourself?”

“How about I promise to keep them to non-erogenous zones?” Tara offers a compromise.

Faith chuckles quietly, before repeating “Can you keep your hands to yourself?”

Tara eyes widen slightly and she laughs. “What about touching your hand? Will I be able to do that?”

Faith considers for a moment, narrowing her eyes slightly trying to see a trap, but gives in and smiles. “Okay.” Slowly walking around to the other side of the bed, she climbs in gently so as not to spill her coffee before stretching out beside the witch. Plucking at the comforter for a moment, she smiles sadly as Tara grasps her hand gently.

Tara knows that Faith is having a hard time getting started and as she runs her thumb over the slayer’s calloused, weapon roughened hand, she leans her body closer to the slayer. Setting her coffee cup on the nightstand, Tara shifts slightly so she’s partially facing Faith. “My earliest memory was my mom teaching me about being a Wicca. A White Witch. How to balance myself, to never take my powers for granted and to never abuse them.” Tara smiles at the happy times. Slowly frowning she looks down where she’s clasping the slayer’s hand. “The memories of my mother are some of the happiest memories of my life. Except for when she died. My second earliest memory is my father beating me black and blue. He said it was to beat the demon out of me, since that’s where my magic supposedly came from.” Smiling sadly as she feels Faith shift closer and clasp her hand strongly, she shakes her head slightly. “When my brother Donnie was old enough, my father taught him the proper way to beat the demon in me. To beat me. I can’t tell you how many times I ended up at the hospital because of bruises, broken bones and one time because of the internal damage I took because they decided that they’d add their feet to the fists they normally beat me with.”

Faith growls deeply, quickly setting her cup down before shifting up against the witch, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. “Where are the bastards? I’ll fucking teach them to beat on a woman.”

Tara sighs heavily, feeling a tear slip down her face. “It’s a long time ago, Faith. At least as far as I’m concerned it is. It isn’t worth my possibly losing you to go after them.” Tara smiles softly as she feels Faith running her hand down her shoulder. “I graduated high school and earned grants and scholarships to go to Sunnydale. I met Willow at an on-campus Wicca meeting.” Tara goes on explaining through meeting, falling in love and ultimately leaving the redhead, finishing with coming to L.A.

Faith nods her head while lightly running her hand up and down the witch’s back in silent support, thinking heavily. “I’m gonna hafta call B and tell her thanks.” Faith mentions sincerely.

“Dawnie’s going to be coming to stay for a week here soon. The last time I talked they were discussing her coming in roughly two more weeks, before school starts.” Tara smiles slightly. “Buffy said something about having Xander drive her and Dawn up so she can visit for the day before heading back the following day.”

“She’s leaving the Hellmouth unguarded for a night?” Faith questions surprised.

“Not exactly.” Tara shakes her head slightly glancing at Faith out of the corner of her eye. “Spike will be watching it while she’s here.”

“Do I even want to know?” Faith growls out quietly.

“I’m not sure.” Tara shakes her head remembering the brief conversation with Buffy about Spike, how she cared about him, but was confused because he was a vampire without a soul. “I’d rather not even discuss it. I’m not sure…” Tara trails off frowning slightly.

“That’s okay, you don’t hafta say anything else.” Faith realizes it isn’t something that Tara feels comfortable with discussing. Tilting her head to rest against Tara’s, she inhales quietly. Thinking of her own life, trying to figure out where to start when she feels Tara shift her head slightly and place a kiss on her cheek.

“Whenever you’re comfortable, love.” Tara whispers quietly. “If you want to wait, we can wait.”

Faith shakes her head before smirking “If I want to get more smoochies, I need to tell you my story.”

“You can still have smoochie action.” Tara grins crookedly at the slayer.

“I know you say you don’t care and it won’t make a difference, but I gotta tell you.” Faith stops and hugs her before pulling away to stand up and get her coffee cup, walking around the bed to the thermos filling it back up. “Do you want some more?”

“Just a little.” Tara watches as Faith pours some more coffee in her cup before pacing back and forth sipping on her coffee. Tara waits patiently for Faith to start. Picking up her cup she takes a sip as she watches the troubled slayer. Knowing she needs the time to get everything straight in her head before telling her, Tara silently waits.

“I never knew who my father was.” Faith starts out, pacing slowly across the room, finally having gotten up the nerve to talk about her life. The life she never talked to anyone about before. “My mother was a whore and a drug addict.” Faith takes a sip of her coffee, not looking at Tara. “My earliest memories was digging around for enough change to get a bag of chips from the corner store for dinner.”

Tara winces in pain for the slayer, but having a gut feeling that this was the least of the problems with her life. Patiently waiting for her to continue, not wanting to interrupt, Tara watches her with loving eyes.

“When I was 13 my mom’s johns started noticing me when she brought them home.” Faith finishes off the coffee and sets the cup down before she crushes it in remembered pain. “I always tried to stay in my room and not get noticed, but I didn’t hear her come in one night and was eating a can of soup that I had been given by one of the tenants that felt sorry for me.” Faith stops pacing clenching her hands slightly and looking up at the ceiling. “The john offered my mom twice the amount he was going to pay her for me instead.”

Tara inhales, her heart aching for the dark haired woman in front of her. But somehow knowing in her gut that this is what had happened to her.

“When she realized she could get more money out of prostituting me out, that’s what she did. After a year of being a whore for my mother, I ran away from home. I lived on the streets stealing what I had to, to survive. Occasionally selling my body if I had too.” Faith finally gets up the nerve to look Tara in the eyes, seeing the compassion and love coming from the witch, she feels a sob start to work its way up her throat. “Roughly a year later my watcher found me and took me in. She was more of a mother to me than my own mother ever could have been. Unfortunately right after I was called we ran into Kakistos, a very old, very nasty vampire. He literally ripped her to shreds. She was always going on about Buffy, that if anything should happen, I needed to get to Sunnydale. After I watched what he did to her, I ran. I hopped trains and hitchhiked my way from Boston to Sunnydale.”

Tara watches as the tear Faith had been trying to hold back, finally works its way down her cheek. Slowly standing she walks up to the slayer and wraps her arms gently around her waist. Pulling her into a comforting hug, Tara runs her hands up and down her back. Feeling the sobs start to work up and out of the slayer, Tara pulls her into a tight embrace, rocking her back and forth while the slayer finally cries, letting her anguish and hurt start to work its way out.

Faith desperately holds onto the witch as she finally cries, something she can’t ever remember doing. Burying her face into the witch’s neck, Faith holds on tightly. After long moments, as the tears slowly abate, she continues the story holding onto Tara. “I was trying to be big bad Faith when I came to Sunny D. I shut myself off, didn’t really let anyone help me. Buffy tried a few times to get through to me. But she had her gang, and I know I was never a part of the group. The Scoobies were hers and hers alone.” Faith shakes her head slightly. “Things started going downhill with Gwendolyn Post that was supposedly my new watcher but was an ex-watcher turned bad, later on the deal with me accidentally staking Deputy Mayor Finch. It really was an accident.” Faith stops for a moment realizing that if at that moment, she had actually looked for help, things could have been different, she shakes her head. “Everything went downhill fast after that. I tried to say B staked Finch, almost strangled Xander to death when he tried to help me, then I ended up working for the Mayor. I did actually kill a guy for him. He helped Wilky with his plans for Ascension. I held Red captive at knife point when she and the rest of the group came to the Mayor’s office. Well, needless to say I poisoned Angel, B came after me when she found the cure was to drain a slayer of blood, we fought on the rooftop. She stabbed me I really more or less jumped off the roof and was in a coma for the next 8 months. When I came to, I realized B and the gang had stopped the Ascension and killed Wilky, but he left me a present, which of course you know about.” Faith stops here loosening her grip on the witch before pulling away. “If you hate me and want me to go, I will.” She murmurs quietly looking at the soft features of the blonde, afraid to look in her eyes. “Before you answer, I do want you to realize I was a hateful fuckin’ bitch. I’ve changed, and if I could take back what I did I would in a heartbeat. But one thing I really, truly regret now is the fact that you, a woman that didn’t even know who I was at the time, can even consider having some kind of future with me when I treated you so badly in the one meeting you had with me. You haven’t said one thing about that to me. I really truly am sorry for that, it was just plain out and out cruel. No reason for it.” Faith stops inhaling deeply, looking down.

“Oh, Faith.” Tara whispers pulling the woman in and placing a kiss on her forehead. Finally understanding the depth of the hurt that was caused to this woman. Never having anyone love or care for her, made her naturally shy away from it when it was being offered. Thankful that their souls, that reached out for each other, was allowing her to open up so she can become the loving woman Tara knows she can be.

“You know the rest that happened in Sunny D. When I came here Wolfram & Hart recruited me to kill Angel. I couldn’t do it. I actually tried to get him to put me out my misery, but he wouldn’t. B showed up, the Watcher’s Council goons showed up again trying to kill me.” Here Faith chuckles quietly. “B actually saved my life that day. I turned myself in to the police confessed the murders. But for some reason there wasn’t anything for them to go by except my confession, so I was eventually released. I’ve been here ever since.” Faith finally finishes. Pulling away she finally gets up the nerve to look into Tara’s blue eyes. “So, do I need to leave?” She whispers quietly.

Tara shakes her head and reaches up with both hands, placing them gently on the slayer’s face. “Never.” She whispers before leaning in and gently kissing the woman. Pulling back she watches a soft smile cross the slayer’s face and her eyes lose some of the haunted look in them. “Would you like to stay here, with me?” Tara offers watching the emotions crossing the beautiful woman’s face.

“Sleep?” Faith asks grinning a bit.

“Maybe just for tonight. But I won’t say no to some serious smoochie action first.” Tara smiles at the slayer. “Do you want shorts now?”

Faith chuckles quietly. “Yeah, shorts would be good, I can wear my tank top.” Faith eyes the witch for a few moments as she slowly walks over to the dresser pulling out a pair of shorts. “But, just to let you know…” Faith trails off watching as Tara turns to look at her, feeling the urge to go and kiss the woman, Faith hesitates a moment before quickly striding over to her and placing a firm kiss on her lips.

As Faith pulls back, Tara blinks a couple times to remember what the woman was saying before the kiss. “Let me know what?” Tara asks huskily.

Smirking Faith raises an eyebrow. “I don’t normally wear clothes to bed.”

Licking her lips at the thought of the slayer naked, Tara shakes her head before grinning and replying. “Good.”

Chuckling, Faith eases the shorts out of the woman’s hands and kisses her quickly on the cheek “Thank you.”

Tara smiles “You’re welcome. Now go get changed.”

Tara watches as Faith walks into the bathroom, pushing the door gently to. Quickly turning on one of the bedside lamps, Tara walks over and turns the overhead light off before moving the coffee cups and thermos over to the small table. Hearing the door open, she watches as Faith walks out and growls at the strong, muscular body walking towards her. Looking up the muscular calves and thighs to the slight hips and tight stomach across the full breasts and bow shaped mouth, Tara feels her heartbeat pick up and her body tighten in appreciation.

Faith watches as the witch’s eyes roam slowly up her body, feeling her own body react to the obvious appraisal. Watching as her eyes stop at her mouth, Faith quirks her lips slightly. “Maybe it’s not a good idea me stayin’ here tonight.”

Tara glances up finally making eye contact with the slayer and shakes her head. “I think it’s a wonderful idea.” Slowly walking towards the slayer, Tara smiles softly. “Do you want to go back to your room?”

Faith shakes her head almost vehemently. “No. I would much rather be where you are.”

“Good decision.” Tara murmurs as she stops in front of the slayer. Looking in the slayer’s warm brown eyes, Tara reaches up and runs her hand over her cheek before threading her fingers in the woman’s hair. Leaning up the short distance she brushes her lips over the bow-shaped lips of the slayer. Easing the other hand up over the slayer’s arm and shoulder to cup behind her neck, Tara tilts her head before pressing more firmly against the lips in front of her and groans as she feels them part. Eagerly accepting the invitation, Tara slips her tongue in to reacquaint it with the dark slayer’s mouth. Slowly wrapping her tongue around the slayer’s, Tara eases in closer to the strong body standing in front of her before sliding the hand cupping her neck over her shoulder and down her waist to grip strongly and pull her in tighter.

Faith groans into the kiss as she feels Tara’s hand easing down her body and pulling her in more snugly against the witch. Running her own hands down the witch’s side to slide around and cup her butt, Faith slides a thigh between the woman’s legs and pulls her tight against her.

Slowly pulling out of the kiss, Tara starts kissing her way across the slayer’s jaw to her ear, sucking gently on the lobe before nipping it lightly. Smiling to herself as she hear’s Faith groan and push her body against hers, Tara starts working down the slayer’s neck, stopping and sucking on the slayer’s pulse point. Moving both hands down to the slayer’s waist, Tara slides them under her shirt and runs them up the slayer’s warm muscular back, groaning as she feels it flinch and contract under her nails.

Faith growls and tilts her head more, giving the witch better access before shifting one of her hands up and playing with the waist band of the shorts, slowly edging her fingers under the band and caressing the flesh beneath.

Tara inhales and buries her head in the slayer’s neck, pushing against the hand caressing her ass. Running her hands further up the slayer’s back, she works her thumbs to the side of the slayer’s breasts and strokes gently over the velvety hot flesh.

Faith moans at the thumbs gently caressing the sides of her breasts. Easing her other hand under Tara’s shorts, she gently kneads both ass cheeks while pulling the witch firmly against her and grinding her body slowly down on the witch’s thigh. Leaning down and kissing the woman on the neck, Faith arches up into the hands that slowly edged there way to cup her breasts and run strong thumbs over her aching nipples. “God, Tara.” Faith hoarsely calls out, feeling the pleasure shooting through her whole body at the touch.

Tara pulls a couple inches away to look at the flushed, body of the slayer. Unable to resist, she pushes the shirt up uncovering the slayer’s breasts and leans down running her tongue around one hard nipple while lightly pinching the other one with her thumb and finger.

Faith feels her heart stall at the caresses of the witch, feeling the connection shoot straight to her center, feeling it ache and swell in need. Finally after swallowing a few times, Faith growls out roughly. “I thought you wanted to take things slow.”

“Changed my mind.” Tara mumbles against the breast she’s been licking before sucking it in strongly and flicking the tip of her tongue over the rock hard nipple. Closing her teeth gently around the nipple and tugging, Tara lets it pop out of her mouth before quickly reaching back up and attacking Faith’s lips.

As Tara pulls away after thoroughly kissing her, Faith growls deep and low. “Are you sure?” At Tara’s nod in between nips down her neck, Faith shifts her hands and quickly picks the witch up striding the short distance to the bed and kneeling on it to gently lay the woman in the center. Pulling back, Faith looks at the hungry gaze directed at her and closes her eyes as she feels the desire oozing from her and takes a deep steadying breath in through her nostrils and almost attacks the witch at the smell of arousal permeating the room. “Damn! You don’t know just how close you are to being attacked, wench.” Faith growls, stripping her top over her head before pushing the shorts quickly down her legs and crawling across the bed looking into dark blue, passion filled eyes.

Tara groans quietly as she watches the firm full breasts come into view before Faith quickly strips off her shorts, showing the neatly trimmed strip of hair, with the obvious desire glistening on the swollen lips and down the thighs. Watching Faith prowl towards her across the bed, Tara smirks. Slowly raising her hands she pulls her t-shirt off and groans as Faith quickly reaches out and grasps one breast in her hand while leaning down and sucking roughly on the other one. Reaching up and pulling Faith in even tighter against her, Tara arches up into the slayer’s mouth. Running a hand down her back to her ass, urging the slayer over her.

Faith shifts her body before pulling her mouth away from the witch’s breast. Looking up into the dark blue, almost black eyes of the witch she quirks a lip slightly. “Someone is a little more dressed than I would like them to be.”

Tara watches Faith’s lips as she talks, taking a moment to catch up to what the slayer is saying before making eye contact and raising an eyebrow. “Well then you better do something about it, hadn’t you?”

Faith’s eyes flare with passion looking searchingly into the witch’s eyes. “If I go anywhere near that area I won’t be coming back up for a very, very long time.” She huskily states watching as the witch’s breath catches and her eyes get impossibly darker.

“That won’t do.” Tara huskily gets out before burying both hands in Faith’s hair, pulling her down for an intensely passionate kiss. Groaning as she feels Faith ease her body between her thighs, Tara shifts her legs wider open giving the woman room and jerks up as Faith presses her body down into her. “Oh, Goddess!” Tara groans as she presses up into the slayer, rotating her hips and closing her eyes at the intense pleasure she’s receiving just from this simple movement.

Faith growls and buries her face in the witches neck, pressing back against the witch. “Fuck me.” Faith groans as she feels the orgasm working through her body quicker than ever before in her life.

Tara can tell Faith is already on the edge and gently slides a hand between their bodies on the next rotation. Tara closes her eyes at the slickness of the slayer and quickly presses two fingers inside her and starts a quick-paced stroking, grunting as her own knuckles come in contact with her clit through the shorts. Settling her thumb in just the right spot and setting up a steady pressured rub against the slayer’s clit, gasping as she feels the slayer clench down on her fingers. Feeling the flood of wetness soak her hand and Faith screaming out her name in her neck, Tara arches up grinding herself against her own knuckles as she climaxes.

Pushing her hips down against the witch hard, burying her fingers deep inside her, Faith groans quietly. Trying to catch her breath, her eyes pop open wide as she feels Tara’s fingers shift inside her, rubbing in a gentle but firm circular motion over the muscle inside her. “God.” Faith moans, her hips working with the witch’s fingers, feeling the slow build up as Tara gradually brings her body to a quivering, shaking mass of need. “Tara.” Whimpering into the witch, her hips shifting in a more exaggerated circle, Faith pants heavily before biting down on the witch’s shoulder as her body releases, soaking the witch.

Tara places kisses across the strong shoulder as she slows the motion of her hand down as the tremors work through the slayer’s body. Feeling the tremors slow, Tara eases her fingers out of the slayer and slowly shifts it out from between their bodies wrapping her arms around the woman, hugging her tightly. Licking slowly up the slayer’s neck, Tara groans in pleasure at the slightly spicy taste of the woman as she laps up the thin layer of sweat.

Finally getting enough breath to speak, Faith quietly moans. “Too heavy, need to move.”

“You’re fine.” Tara shakes her head slightly, tightening her arms around the slayer to hold her in place. Running one hand up to thread through the slayer’s hair and one stroking down to the slayers hip, playing gently over the skin there.

Shifting her body slightly, easing one leg over the witch and sliding her body so that it’s only partially laying across her, Faith inhales as her body shifts inside, sending another bolt of pleasure through her. “My God, what did you do to me woman?”

Tara chuckles quietly, closing her eyes, sighing. “Hopefully pleased you.”

“And how.” Faith whispers before leaning over placing a kiss on the shoulder she had bitten, feeling bad as she sees the teeth marks in the fair skin. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” Tara opens her eyes turning to look at the slayer. Frowning slightly as she sees the worried look on the slayer’s face, she reaches up and runs her hand gently down her cheek. “What’s wrong, love?”

“I bit you.” Faith growls out, running her fingers lightly over the reddened flesh.

“Hmmm. Didn’t notice.” Tara hums quietly as Faith strokes her fingers over her body. “My attentions must have been elsewhere at the time.” Tara smirks slightly watching Faith.

Faith looks from the impression on the woman’s skin up to the smirking countenance and frowns heavily. “It had to hurt.” Faith growls quietly.

Tara chuckles stroking her hand through the woman’s hair. “Faith, with everything I went through with my life? You could have drew blood when you bit and it wouldn’t have hurt that much.”

“Damn it, Tara!” Faith growls, pulling away from the stroking hands. “I could have seriously hurt you. I don’t ever want to be the one to cause you pain.”

“Oh, Faith.” Tara whispers quietly. “It’s okay, really it is. You didn’t hurt me. You couldn’t hurt me.” Tara tugs Faith down and pulls her close. “Come now, love. You’re fine. My pain tolerance became quite high with the life I had. I honestly didn’t even feel you bite me.”

“You didn’t feel that?” Faith shifts, still keeping contact with the witch, but running her hand once again over the reddened flesh, still feeling bad.

“Maybe the pressure more than anything, but it didn’t hurt.” Tara smiles softly as she watches the relief cross Faith’s face, before anger comes quickly chasing it away. “What’s wrong?”

“The shit you went through, I could really rip your family to shreds for what they put you through.” Faith harshly growls, feeling the pain of not being able to help the woman, make her all the angrier.

“Faith, honey.” Tara reaches up to run a hand between the slayer’s scowling eyes, sending her love and calming influence to the woman. Smiling softly as the anger slowly fades from her eyes and face. “If my life had been different, there would be a very good chance we would have never met. So, the way I look at it, I should send the two bastards a thank you note.” Tara smiles crookedly at the slayer.

“Yeah, and let me deliver the fuckin’ thing.” Faith snarls before slowly smiling at the witch. Shifting her body to more lay beside the woman, Faith slowly starts running her fingers over the witches chest and stomach, caressing her gently before chuckling.

“Hmmm.” Tara hums in pleasure at the soft caresses, her eyes closed. “What’re you laughing about?” She questions quietly, arching up into Faith’s hand as she lightly scrapes her fingernails over her stomach.

“The fact you’re still overdressed.” Faith smirks watching the emotions crossing the witch’s face, seeing the love and tenderness, the pleasure and the want.

Tara quirks her lip up slightly and whispers quietly. “What are you going to do about it?”

Faith stops her caressing for a moment watching Tara closely before asking. “Is there anything that you don’t like?”

Tara opens her eyes to look into Faith’s serious brown ones. “Anything I don’t like, as in when I make love, have sex, do the nasty, get vertical…” Tara laughs into the slayers mouth that cut short her descriptions.

Faith growls quietly as she pulls out of the kiss. “Yeah that was what I was asking.” Faith smirks momentarily before eyeing the witch up and down. “Do you like to be touched, caressed, kissed, licked, sucked on, fingers inserted into various body…” This time Faith chuckles into the mouth stopping her narrative.

Tara shakes her head slightly as she pulls back away from the slayer before capturing the slayer’s bottom lip and suckling on it gently for a few long moments before releasing it and smiling. “How about I just say I‘m open to suggestions?” Tara smiles seeing the slayer‘s eyes darken immediately.

“So pretty much anything will be a go?” Faith huskily asks and at Tara’s nod groans and closes her eyes. “Doing or being done to?” Faith questions opening her eyes.

“Both.” Tara answers quietly, seeing the flare of lust appear in Faith’s eyes.

Faith leans in and kisses the witch gently but thoroughly before shifting her body up over Tara, slowly kissing her way down her neck, smiling as she hears the witch purr into the caresses. Growling loudly as she feels Tara grasp her head firmly as she sucks down on a nipple while flicking the other one with her thumb nail. Capturing the nipple between her teeth, Faith nibbles gently before licking strongly over the breast to the other one, treating it similarly. Feeling Tara arch her hips and rotate them in the air, Faith quickly shifts her body down, kneeling beside the witch’s hips grasping the shorts looking up at the woman’s eyes. “You want this?” Faith hoarsely asks and at Tara’s nod and darkening eyes, she groans and slides the shorts down the long silky legs. Sliding the shorts completely off the witch, she slides the legs apart as she slowly eases up kissing the pale legs on either side of her as she slowly works her way up to the woman’s thighs, seeing the fluid glistening tantalizingly. Inhaling deeply of the witch’s earthy arousal, Faith reaches out with a shaking hand, slowly stroking her fingers gently up and over the witch, tickling her fingertips over the closely trimmed mound before kissing the thigh to her left. Gently lapping up the fluid beneath her mouth, Faith closes her eyes and groans at the rich flavor before quickly licking up all fluids on both thighs.

Tara squirms as Faith licks both thighs, feeling the blood pounding in her center, aching to be stroked. “Faith, please.” Tara cries out almost silently.

Faith comes out of her self induced trance of gently licking up the witch’s thighs and stroking her fingers over the short hairs of Tara’s mound to realize the witch has been rocking her hips looking for relief, while grasping the comforter on either side of her in a death grip, “I’m sorry.” Faith whispers before easing two fingers quickly but gently into the witch’s needy center before sliding up the short distance to quickly flick her tongue over the witch’s swollen clit. Slowly sliding in and out of the witch, Faith drags her tongue up and over the swollen clit repeatedly until she feels it starting to spasm and then sucks it gently into her mouth, setting up a steady suction while picking up the speed of her fingers, curling one up slightly to rub over the inner muscle to give the witch the most pleasure possible.

“Oh, Goddess!” Tara screams out loudly as she feels her body start shaking at the pleasure coursing through her from the slayer’s caresses. Grasping the slayer’s head with both hands, Tara arches up as she feels her body explode in a shower of lights. Long moments later, Tara collapses back on the bed almost passing out from the pleasure.

Faith quickly starts lapping up the juices flooding from the witch, having a hard time trying to keep up and finally gives in to the inevitable that she can’t. Smiling softly as she hears the hard fast pants of the witch slowly ease and the hands that were clasped almost in a punishing grip in her hair slowly relax. As the witch releases her death grip on the fingers inside her, Faith slowly eases them out and places gentle kisses over the witch’s swollen sex before slowly working her way up placing alternating kisses and light nibbles along the witch’s stomach up over her breasts, sucking for a moment on the tender skin where it meets the ribs, leaving a bright red mark before working up along the witch’s neck to place a gentle kiss on her lips. Smiling at the extremely sated look the witch is wearing, Faith shifts to lay beside her, pressing her body softly into the witch’s side before glancing up at the clock and chuckling quietly before burying her face in Tara’s neck.

Taking a few more moments to get her breath back, Tara finally questions the slayer. “What are you laughing at?”

Gently running her fingertips over the witch’s breast in a soothing caress Faith smiles softly. “The fact that we need to be downstairs to start breakfast in roughly an hour.”

Glancing quickly at the clock and seeing the slayer is speaking the truth, Tara flops her head back on the pillow growling quietly. “You know what?” Tara questions.

“What?” Faith asks stroking her hand down the witch’s ribcage to gently play over her stomach.

“It was so worth it.” Tara smirks slightly. “I guess a shower wouldn’t go amiss before going downstairs to start breakfast, huh?”

“That would probably be a good thing.” Faith agrees quietly, continuing to stroke the witch’s body. “You know I’ve never spent the night with anyone before?”

“Hopefully you’ll want to spend the night from now on.” Tara offers feeling a shot of sadness shoot through her for this woman that so deserved to be cared for and loved.

“No regrets?” Faith questions watching the woman that has become her life in such a short time.

“Never.” Tara smiles softly running her hand down the slayer’s cheek before shifting her body to press it against Faith’s kissing her gently. “I would gladly spend the rest of my life loving you.”

Faith chuckles and raises an eyebrow looking at the witch with an absolutely wicked grin on her face. “Do you think they would bring us food if we decided to stay in the room from now on?”

“Probably not.” Tara laughs before giving her another quick kiss and slowly easing out of the bed. “I guess it’s shower time.” Walking over to her dresser she quickly grabs out underwear and a t-shirt before going to the wardrobe and pulling out a pair of jeans, smiling slightly as she feels the slayer’s strong arms wrap around her waist. Leaning back into the hug, she purrs quietly at the strong fingers stroking her stomach.

“You sound like a cat when you purr like that.” Faith murmurs before kissing her neck. “And I should probably head back to my room, since that’s where my clothes are.”

“You know that can be remedied, don’t you?” Tara shifts her head to give the slayer free reign over the area she’s attracted to.

“Mmmm, how is that?” Faith questions nipping lightly on the witch’s shoulder while bringing her hands up to cup her breasts, running her rough thumbs over the nipples, smirking slightly at hearing the sharp intake of air from the witch.

“I’ll give you forever to stop that.” Tara groans out at the caresses before shaking her head slightly and dropping her clothes on the floor, pressing the slayer’s hands against her breasts to stop the caresses. “But we need to shower and get downstairs to fix breakfast.”

“I can yell out the door for them to go get donuts for breakfast?” Faith offers seriously.

Tara chuckles as she turns in the slayers embrace and wraps her arms around her neck. “After them eating take-out last night, you want them to eat donuts for breakfast?”

“Sure, why not?” Faith smirks before tilting her head slightly looking at the laughing blue eyes. “Now you said something about a remedy for my clothes?”

Tara blushes slightly and shifts from one hip to the other before looking into the slayer’s brown eyes. “If you want, no pressure. But if you would like to maybe share a room?” Tara offers quietly.

Faith stops and blinks momentarily before smiling. “You want to share a room with me?”

“Faith, don’t take this the wrong way, but that is about the stupidest question I have ever heard.” Tara rolls her eyes at the slayer.

Faith chuckles loudly and pulls her in close. “Okay, it was a stupid question. Help me move after breakfast?”

“Better believe it.” Tara growls out before placing a quick firm kiss on the slayer’s lips before easing out of the embrace, picking up her clothes and heading towards the bathroom. “Meet you downstairs?”

“Oh, yeah.” Faith nods her head watching the blonde walk into the bathroom, having the urge to follow her and help her with her shower. Smirking slightly taking a step towards the bathroom, Faith growls and glances around grabbing her jeans and shirt, quickly pulling them on before shoving her bra and panties in her pockets and heading to her room.


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