Of Weres and Hunters

 

A/N: this chapter is being added as I write it...so please be patient. :o)

Releasing the towel wrapped around her body, Faith slides her hands around Tara’s back to pull her into the kiss deeper. Moaning as Faith deepens their kiss the witch opens her mouth to the slayer’s questing tongue causing Faith to moan as well. Battling strongly their tongues dance together, tangling and untangling until Faith sucks softly on Tara’s and they finally break apart to breathe. Panting they let their foreheads rest together while each catches her breath.

Moving her hands from Faith’s face to her shoulders Tara opens her eyes to see nearly black eyes looking back at her and breathes, “Goddess you are beautiful Faith.”

Smirking softly the dark slayer tells her, “No, T…I’m just me, but you, you are truly the beautiful one here.” as she begins trailing her hands along Tara’s back causing the woman to shiver and moan.

Sliding her fingers into dark, wet hair Tara pulls Faith back in for another round of deep, exploratory kissing, loving the way the slayer begins to touch her sensitive back. Not stopping this time as Tara breaks free to breathe again, Faith begins laving a trail of fire with her lips along the witch’s jaw line, to her ear and whispers, “Let me make love to you, T.” feeling another shiver wrack the witch at her words.

Nodding against the slayer’s neck, Tara gasps as Faith shifts quickly to pick her up easily and carry her to the bed. Laying Tara down gently, Faith none the less scrambles onto the bed next to the witch causing Tara to laugh softly before groaning when Faith launches another attack of her lips on Tara’s fair flesh, beginning with her neck and moving inexorably lower in a maddenly slow fashion. Tangling one hand into Faith’s hair as the slayer begins worshipping her with gentle kisses, light nips and the occasional sucking Tara pants and moans increasingly. Wanting to touch the Slayer, the witch pulls at Faith’s hair causing her to look up from the crest of Tara’s breast with a raised eyebrow.

Smiling down into those soulful brown eyes, the witch tells her, “I want to touch you, taste you too Faith.”

Leaning up to kiss gently over the witch’s lips Faith breathes back, “Ok, T.” before leaning back in to kiss her more deeply.

TBC