Of Weres and Hunters

 

Sorry for such a looooong delay all, but I am back and trying to complete or at least continue my stories. Hope you enjoy.

Entering her bedroom, Faith raises an eyebrow at the blonde witch sitting on the edge of the bed, still in her street clothes and asks, “Ain’tcha changing into your p.j.s, T?”

Blushing softly at the dark slayer standing before her in a damp towel and nothing more, Tara shrugs, saying, “N-no clothes t-to change into, F.” Chuckling softly at the obvious affect her state of undress causes in the blonde, Faith offers her a shrug as well, saying, “Well…you could always go sky clad, couldn’t ya?”

Head whipping up to gape softly at the brunette, Tara sees the glint in deep brown eyes, causing her to realize she is being teased. Shaking her head ruefully Tara shrugs thinking, ‘Two can play this game.’ as she stands to begin disrobing.

Her turn to watch in surprise, Faith finds the tables turned on her and gulps audibly to try to moisten her suddenly parched throat, asking, “Um, whatcha’ doing, T?”

Knowing exactly what the witch was doing but unable to process that it was real.

With a crooked grin the blonde lifts a brow to tease, “ I would think you could tell what it is I am doing, Faith…but if you need a blow by blow description then I can…accommodate you, if you want.” With her shirt already off the witch stands only in her bra and jeans watching the slightly panting slayer watch her. Chuckling as Faith’s eyes seem to be glued to her breasts, and the Slayer isn’t responding to her vocally, Tara reaches down to unbutton her jeans asking, “And where did you hear about going sky clad, hmmm…F?” as she begins to lower the zipper and Faith’s eyes finally break contact with her breasts only to move lower and watch as the witch’s hands begin to reveal her lower anatomy.

Inhaling deeply as she watches Tara pushing down her jeans, Faith takes in the potent smell of the witch’s arousal and it finally sinks in that she may have a real chance with Tara. Lifting her eyes to look into desire darkened blue eyes watching her intently, the slayer takes a deep breath and asks softly, “Are you sure you’re comfortable with this, T-Bear?”

Hearing the serious tone in the slayer’s voice as well as seeing the worry in her eyes, Tara steps out of her jeans and moves to within a foot of Faith saying, “I feel safe with you, Faith. I always have. Being with you, clothed or unclothed doesn’t make me uncomfortable…only my want makes me uncomfortable.”

Still holding the towel around her upper body, Faith steps a bit closer to the witch, keeping her eyes locked with Tara and asks, “And what is it that you want, T?”

Giving herself a mental shove with ‘Ok Maclay, this is it.’ Tara places her hands on either side of Faith’s face whispering, “I want you Faith, just you.” and she leans in to brush her lips over the slayer’s pouty ones in front of her.

TBC