Patrol Time - Time Series Pt 3

Rating: NC-17 BABY!!

Disclaimer: Definitely no money being made. All characters belong to Joss Whedon and ME. I own nothing except whatever characters I may make up for this story.

Distribution: Oh yeah, anywhere, anytime. Just make sure I get credit and let me know where it is.

Spoilers: What is left to be spoiled? If you haven’t seen BTVS – you need to crawl out from whatever rock you’ve been hiding!! SNORT

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Pairing: B/T

Author’s Note: Suggestion – this is part of the ‘Time Series’ Read
Pool Time & Dinner Time first!! It’ll help!



Buffy paces back and forth trying to figure out where Tara went. Her mind sifting through the businesses in the area remembering the coffee shop one block over but not remembering anything else. Buffy listens intently, carefully deciphering all the noises in the night, though her spidey senses aren’t going off.

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Tara chuckles softly as she walks into the coffee shop with her bag, stopping to order a Mocha before heading to the bathroom. Quickly checking the stalls, Tara sighs quietly and whispers a spell to lock the door, so no one can get in, even with a key. Pulling the newly purchased items out of the bag, Tara pulls them out of the packaging, washing them with soap and water thoroughly before drying them.

Unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans, she pushes them down quickly, her panties quickly following. Thankful she’d had the foresight to look for a harness that unhooked completely, instead of being a partial slip-on one. Quickly situating the harness, she hesitates for a minute, never having believed she would wear something like this in public. In private is one thing, having used one with one of her other lovers, but wearing it in public, Tara chuckles quietly. “I’m not usually that butch.” Tara shrugs and quickly situates the dildo swallowing at the pressure against her own excited clit. Adjusting and tightening the harness, Tara looks down at her panties, shaking her head. “Damn. I’m going to have to go ahead and pull them off.” Tara bends down, untying her tennis shoes, toeing them off before sliding her jeans and panties off, quickly pulling her jeans back on, tucking the dildo carefully away before slipping her feet in her shoes. Tying them, Tara tucks her panties away in her pocket.

“How the hell do guys walk around like this?” Tara questions rhetorically, as she adjusts the dildo slightly as she practices walking, unaware of the slight swagger to her stride. Taking a deep breath, Tara looks at herself in the mirror, noticing the slight blush on her cheeks. “No time like the present.” Tara smirks at her countenance before whispering the spell to unlock the door and heading to the counter to pick up the coffee.

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Buffy looks up as she hears someone coming towards her, tilting her head as Tara walks towards her with a Styrofoam coffee cup in her hand. “Coffee?” Buffy frowns as she notices the slightly different gate of the Wicca, wondering if something happened. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I thought it wouldn’t hurt for us to share a mocha.” Tara grins crookedly at the slayer, handing her the cup.

“Okay.” Buffy looks at the Wicca clearly confused about why Tara needed to go to the coffee shop by herself. “Time to start patrol.” Buffy shrugs it off, knowing Tara has her reasoning. Taking a sip of the coffee, Buffy smiles as Tara wraps her arm around her waist as they start to walk towards the nearest cemetery. “What are you doing this weekend?”

Tara cocks her head as she considers her options. “Well, other than spending a good portion of it either thinking about you or being with you, I guess I’ll be studying.”

Buffy grunts softly at Tara’s comment. “Next week’s spring break, are you doing anything or going anywhere?”

“No. Just planning on doing some additional studying, and exercising. I guess I can also put in my application at some different places so I can work on getting a job before summer gets here.” Tara admits softly as they walk into the cemetery, accepting the coffee from Buffy.

“Would you…” Buffy trails off, wondering if it’s too soon to ask the Wicca to move back in the house, before growling as a hand pops up from a fresh grave a couple spots away. “Continue this later.” Buffy gently squeezes Tara’s arm as she quickly strides over to the new vampire digging his way out of the grave.

Tara watches as Buffy waits for the vampire to completely free himself from his grave, before starting to pound on him while making smart aleck comments. Shaking her head at her lovers penchant for taunting the demons, Tara keeps her eyes open and watches for any other demons to make an appearance, slowly turning in a circle, while keeping an eye on her lover.

Buffy growls quietly at the vampire collapsed on the ground. “They just don’t make them like they used to.” Buffy shakes her head before staking the vamp, putting him out of his misery while searching the area with her eyes and senses, to see if anything else is nearby. Sighing at the quiet night, she works her way back to Tara. “I think that’s it for this one.”

“Onwards.” Tara winks and bumps gently into Buffy’s side as they walk out of the cemetery. “So what were you going to ask me earlier?”

Buffy tucks her hands in her jeans as she looks down at the sidewalk as they walk through downtown Sunnydale. “I was going to ask if you would consider moving back into the house.” Buffy admits quietly. “I don’t mean that you would necessarily have to move into my room with me…”

“But if we make it till the summer and are still a couple, you were hoping I would move into your room?” Tara questions glancing at Buffy.

“I’d be happy if you came home with me tonight and never left again.” Buffy glances up at Tara, slightly embarrassed. “I’m not a very patient person, Tara.”

Tara chuckles and runs her finger through Buffy’s hair as they continue walking. “I honestly never thought of you being patient, honey. I still need to find a job to have some money coming in. Working part time at the Magic Box doesn’t help a lot.”

“If you moved in with me…” Buffy turns and looks hopefully at the Wicca.

“I still would insist on paying my fair share, sweetie. I won’t take advantage of you that way.” Tara explains softly pressing her lips to the slayer’s forehead before urging her to start walking again after they came to a stop. “How about we see how the next month or so goes, then if we haven’t driven each other up the wall and you decide you like Sapphic love, we’ll discuss this in more depth, okay?”

“Already know I like Sapphic love.” Buffy grumbles as she pouts and kicks at a stone. “Or at least, I like your Sapphic love.” Buffy sighs heavily.

Tara chuckles and smacks Buffy gently on the butt. “Behave. There’s also the fact that it would make things more awkward with Willow, honey. We have to take that into consideration, also.”

Buffy wrinkles her nose in thought. “Time for her to become used to us being a couple is of the good. But I want you to feel free to come over to the house… frequently!” Buffy makes it an order as she glances at Tara.

“Yes, honey. I’ll come over, you might be able to talk me into cooking for you guys if you play your cards right.” Tara jokes and winks at the slayer.

“God! Can I tell you how much I miss your cooking?” Buffy admits her mind thinking about some of the dinners. “None of us can cook, canned soup and sandwiches doesn’t quite get it.”

Tara runs her hand over her too skinny lover, gently squeezing her hip. “I guess I’ll have to come over at least three or four times a week and feed you, make sure you’re eating nutritious, filling dinners, right?”

“At least.” Buffy nods her head in agreement, growling quietly as she feels her senses go off, before she hears the noise coming from the alley they’re walking towards. “Here we go.” Buffy whispers, smiling as Tara releases her.

Tara watches as Buffy jogs to the end of the opening to the alley, looking in before quickly disappearing. Striding to the end of the alley, Tara watches as Buffy takes on three vampires, wading into the middle of them punching, kicking and throwing them into the brick buildings on either side of them. Wincing as she hears the loud crunch of one of the vampires being thrown into the dumpster.

“You know, I am very, very tired of you idiots?” Buffy growls as she picks one of the vampires up, tossing him hard against the wall before doing a spinning back kick, nailing the one trying to sneak up behind her in the solar plexus. “You guys don’t know how to fight. You just look for a quick easy meal. Guess what? You didn’t find it!” Buffy slams her fist into one vampires jaw before jumping up and kicking another one in the face, wrinkling her nose at the blood pouring from the vampire’s broken nose. Quickly staking him, she looks at the one vampire crumpled on the ground against the wall, where she’d obviously broken his neck when she threw him against the wall. “Huh. No stamina.” Buffy looks over at the other vampire, his hand on his chest as he tries to gain his feet.

“I don’t think they’re going to be much more fun for you, sweetie.” Tara calls from the end of the alley.

“They weren’t any fun to begin with.” Buffy shakes her head and quickly stakes the two vampires. “I know it’s getting close to being summertime, and things slow down, but all I’ve been fighting are newly risen vampires lately. Where the hell are the ones making them? I guess I’m going to have to visit the damn drains and sewer systems to find out where they’re hiding.”

“They aren’t in any of the mausoleums?” Tara unconsciously shifts the dildo to a slightly more comfortable spot, as she’d become more aroused as Buffy fought the vampires.

“No. I’ve checked all the other spots they normally hang.” Buffy admits. “I just hate going down into the sewer systems, it makes me stink worse than the DMP does!”

Tara chuckles at the thought. “I’d say it would. When you decide to hit the tunnels, will you let me know? I’ll be happy to go with you and keep you company while also watching your back.”

“I’d appreciate it. I hate going down there by myself.” Buffy admits softly as they slowly head to a quieter part of town, walking into the cemetery.

“I would say not. Damp, stinky place with lots of little areas for demons to hide out in, sneak up on you while you’re fighting other ones. Nope, wouldn’t be my favorite place to be.” Tara smirks at Buffy as the slayer slows down to look at her with a contemplative look on her face.

“Are you sure I can’t talk you into moving into the house right away? I like being able to talk to you at any given time.” Buffy reaches out and runs a finger down the Wicca’s cheek. “You don’t judge me, you don’t try and act like everything’s fine. And you accept me the way I am. You see things that no one else does, plus are willing to go into the nasty places with me.”

“I love you as you are, Buffy. Other than the fact I want you to gain some much needed weight, and possibly helping to make you happier and more relaxed, I love you the way you are.” Tara smiles lovingly at the slayer before leaning in and kissing Buffy tenderly for a moment before pulling back. “Looks like it’s time to go back to work.”

“I know. I was hoping he’d take the hint and go away. Would much rather be making out with you, instead of beating up vamps.” Buffy grumbles before brushing her lips back over Tara’s one more time before spinning around to face the vampire coming up behind her.

“Oooh. A couple nice snacks.” The vampire growls as he licks his lips staring at the two women. “Which one of you should I eat first?”

“Neither. We prefer each other. No guys allowed.” Buffy snarls before slamming an uppercut into his jaw smirking as he flies back five yards, landing on his ass. Watching as he stares in surprise at her, before shaking his head and vamping out. “What, you weren’t expecting that from little ol’ me?” Buffy laughs before she jumps and spins, making a hard connection with the side of the vampires head as he stands.

“Fucking cunt!” He growls angrily as he bounces back up, diving after the slayer.

“Oh, no you don’t!” Tara growls angrily throwing a spell at the vampire slamming him into an invisible wall in front of the slayer. Striding over to the vampire, Tara slams her foot down on the back of his neck, snarling at him. “Nobody calls her a cunt. Personally I hate that word, and anyone that uses it!” Tara whispers a spell, a fireball appearing above her hand as she steps back away from the vampire, throwing the fireball at the vampire, before turning and striding away.

“Guess you won’t do that anymore.” Buffy watches as the vampire catches fire, his screams cut short as he explodes in a shower of ash. Buffy looks over her shoulder at Tara who’s now calmly leaning against the mausoleum wall a few yards away, watching her with intense blue eyes. “Are you okay?” Buffy questions cautiously as she works towards Tara, not wanting to admit it, but the way Tara took charge made her even more turned on.

“Yes, I’m okay. I just really dislike that word.” Tara admits, grinning crookedly at the slayer.

“I would say that’s obvious.” Buffy blinks at the understatement. “By the way, when did you learn the little fire spell?”

“I’ve been working on it for a while. I’ve always been able to create the fire, but making into the concentration to dust the vampires needed a little extra oomph. Finding the happy medium where it’s just enough and not too much was the problem.” Tara explains, shrugging, watching curiously as Buffy prowls towards her, as if she’s on the hunt.

“What happens when there’s too much?” Buffy questions, her voice rough while she places her hands against the wall on either side of the Wicca leaning her upper body in slightly towards Tara.

“Huge flames, very noticeable.” Tara answers slightly sidetracked as she sees the flare of desire in Buffy’s eyes.

Buffy inhales deeply, smelling the scent of arousal coming from Tara. Leaning in closer, Buffy nips at the Wicca’s neck, smirking as she hears the slight catch of Tara’s breath and the stronger scent of arousal. “Does my fighting turn you on?” Buffy questions as she nips her way up the Wicca’s neck, stopping to suck gently on Tara’s earlobe.

“Uh, huh.” Tara moans quietly, tilting her head as Buffy leaves her earlobe to nip and suck her way back down the side of her neck. “What’s turned you on, besides your fighting?” Tara finally questions after Buffy releases the skin she’d been suckling on.

“You being all butch-y and taking out that vampire.” Buffy growls, pulling one hand away from the wall to slowly unbutton the top buttons of Tara’s top so she can dip her fingers in to caress over the silk covered mound, smirking at the hard nipple her fingers encounter. “Of course, I’m not the only one turned on, am I?” Buffy growls directly in Tara’s ear before she whimpers quietly as she finds herself spun around, her back pressed firmly against the wall of the mausoleum. Staring in stunned surprise at the dark blue eyes a short distance from her.

“No, you’re not.” Tara strokes her hand down Buffy’s sides, before leaning in and capturing her lips in a deep, soul searching kiss, finally breaking it off after a couple minutes to pant heavily. “Are we alone?” Tara questions hoarsely, watching as Buffy blinks a couple times trying to focus, grinning as Buffy finally nods her head.

“Yeah. No demons within spidey sense distance.” Buffy admits, groaning as Tara quickly strokes both her hands over her breasts, pinching and twisting gently, slowly pinching more firmly.

“I have this little fantasy…” Tara starts softly, looking at the slayer, a wicked smirk on her face.

“Fantasy?” Buffy squeaks out the word, pressing her body into Tara’s firm hands.

“Yes, fantasy.” Tara squeezes the slayer’s breasts one more time before trailing her fingers down the taut abdomen, slipping her fingers between the waist band and the slayer’s body. “Oooh. Either someone isn’t wearing any underwear or it’s even skimpier than normal.” Tara strokes the back of her fingers over the slayer’s smooth, damp skin.

“Not wearing…” Buffy whimpers loudly as Tara’s fingers disappear from within her jeans.

“Bad girl. I bet you were wishing you had worn them earlier, weren’t you?” Tara murmurs, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping the slayer’s jeans, sliding her hand back in the jeans, moaning loudly at the copious amount of liquid she encounters.

“Still am.” Buffy admits bucking her hips into Tara’s hand. “Tara, please!” Buffy begs as Tara plays around her swollen clit without coming into contact with the aching muscle.

“What do you want, honey?” Tara whispers, tilting her forehead against Buffy’s, looking down between their bodies at the sight of her hand playing teasingly over the slayer’s body.

“I want you to touch me.” Buffy groans out loudly, the desire and frustration obvious in her voice.

“I am touching you.” Tara points out, her lip quirking up as Buffy growls and shifts her hips trying to make her fingers come into contact with her. “What if I said I would give you release, but only if you take off your jeans?”

Buffy groans loudly, before whimpering quietly, the desire so strong she would probably agree to anything for release. “I could do it myself.” Buffy points out her voice low and hoarse.

“No you can’t. I’m not going to allow you to pleasure yourself. I’d rather save that for another time where I can watch you in comfort.” Tara brushes her lips over the tip of Buffy’s nose.

Buffy whimpers louder at the Wicca’s comment. Buffy lifts one leg, placing her foot flat against the wall, reaching down and untying her boot quickly before yanking it off.

“Just one leg.” Tara whispers softly as she sees what Buffy’s doing, moving back a short distance to give the slayer room to maneuver. “I want room to maneuver, which I can’t do with you wearing your jeans.”

Buffy nods in answer, her voice absent. Pushing her jeans down, she pulls her leg from the one side of the jeans, watching Tara intently.

“Close your eyes, love.” Tara orders softly, smiling as Buffy closes them almost immediately. Reaching down, Tara lowers the zipper on her jeans, smirking as Buffy tilts her head at the light rasping sound.

“Tara?” Buffy questions hoarsely.

“Trust me.” Tara bites her lip as she eases the dildo out through the zipper, the pressure on her clit almost enough to make her cum right at that moment.

“With everything that I am.” Buffy answers even though she knows that it wasn’t a question.

“And I’ll never do anything to disabuse that trust.” Tara whispers as she eases her body closer to Buffy. “Spread your legs, love.” Tara smiles as Buffy spreads her legs quickly. Running a hand up the inside of the soft skin. “Goddess, your pants must be saturated if there’s this much liquid here.”

“You have no idea.” Buffy growls as Tara’s hand comes up to cup her, a finger slowly easing between her lips to stroke up and down before sliding within her. Buffy bucks against the hand wanting Tara to stop teasing. “You’re teasing.” Buffy points out her voice almost non-existent.

“No. I’m being extra careful.” Tara explains, sliding a second and then a third finger within the slayer, making sure Buffy is prepared for the relatively thick dildo.

“Careful?” Buffy questions, whimpering lowly as she bucks against the fingers stretching her insides as they slowly stroke in and out of her for a few minutes.

“Yes, extra careful.” Tara smiles as Buffy growls loudly as she removes her fingers from within the slayer. Using the desire coated digits Tara runs them over the dildo before grasping it firmly. Dipping down, Tara eases her body between the slayers spread legs, lifting her body gradually.

“Sweet JESUS!” Buffy practically yells as she feels the dildo pressing within her, her eyes popping open in realization.

“Shh, love. Don’t want every demon coming to see what we’re doing, do we?” Tara smirks as she gradually slides completely home within the slayer’s depths.

“Wha---.” Buffy starts, closing her eyes and moaning loudly as Tara starts to stroke firmly and quickly within her. Buffy automatically counterthrusting against the Wicca.

Placing one hand against the wall beside Buffy’s head, Tara leans her body in until she’s flush against the slayer, her hips nestled between Buffy’s legs as she grabs the slayer’s other leg with her hand, urging it up to wrap around her waist, allowing her to adjust the penetration angle and depth.

Buffy bites her lip roughly as with Tara’s maneuvering, the thicker head of the dildo hits her g-spot with every stroke. “Sweet mother…” Buffy buries her face against Tara’s neck even as her hands on the Wicca’s hips and her body urges Tara on to a harder rocking motion.

Tara grunts quietly as she feels her body teetering on the edge as every time she bottoms out inside the slayer, the base of the dildo presses hard against her clit. Feeling her lover tensing even more against her, and the inner muscles of the slayer clenching and unclenching on the dildo, the two women becoming less rhythmic in the stroking as it becomes more about the pleasure and the release wanting to be let out. “Almost…” Tara whimpers pressing her lips against Buffy’s ear as she slams even quicker and harder into the slayer’s body.

Buffy bites down firmly on Tara’s shoulder, not knowing when she’d worked the Wicca’s shirt loose to where it was barely covering her, to keep from screaming out the Wicca’s name as she comes with a force that she never would have believed possible, her leg clenching Tara’s body against her, not allowing the Wicca to move as she explodes.

“Goddess!” Tara cries out against Buffy’s head, her own release following seconds after Buffy’s, groaning at the hot flood of liquid coming from the slayer. Working an arm around the slayer’s back, Tara holds her closely as the slayer’s body convulses and shakes against her. The slayer obviously not able to support herself at this moment in time. “I love you.” Tara whispers softly in Buffy’s ear as her lover finally releases the flesh of the shoulder she’d been biting.

Buffy wraps her shaking hands around Tara’s back, holding on for dear life as she feels her leg trying to collapse on her from the orgasm that had literally rocked her world. Unconsciously, Buffy laps gently at the wound she’d given Tara, it taking a few minutes for her body and mind to calm down enough for her to realize she tastes the copper of blood. “Shit!” Buffy inhales deeply and shifts her head back to try and get a good look at the wound she’d given Tara.

“Shhh.” Tara hugs Buffy tightly. “It’s okay, honey. I’d prefer you doing that than screaming out into the night and having twenty demons surrounding us to make us a midnight snack.”

“Tara… I didn’t mean to.” Buffy frowns heavily as she looks at the teeth marks, her eyeteeth obviously having pierced the Wicca’s skin. Brushing a shaking finger over the indentions, Buffy whimpers softly at hurting Tara. “We need to go get this cleaned.”

Tara leans back away from Buffy, hearing the scared and worried tones in the slayer’s voice. “Is it even still bleeding?” Tara questions softly, watching as Buffy looks up at her and slowly shakes her head, the guilt obvious on the slayer’s face. “Hold on a second.” Tara dips her body slowly, easing the dildo out of the slayer, before tucking it away and zipping her jeans back up. Kneeling down in front of Buffy, Tara places a quick kiss on the slayer’s mound before urging Buffy to lift her leg so she can help her pull her jeans back up.

“Tara, I can get them.” Buffy frowns heavily even as she runs her thumb over the wound on Tara’s shoulder. “Damn it! I didn’t mean to hurt you. Stupid fucking slayer.” Buffy growls angrily.

“Buffy, honey, it honestly doesn’t hurt that much.” Tara explains softly even as she zips and buttons the slayer’s jeans. Kneeling back down, she pulls Buffy’s shoe back on, tying it quickly before standing and lifting Buffy’s chin from where she’d dropped it so she wouldn’t have to look her in the eye. When Buffy shifts her eyes to the side, still not making eye contact, Tara growls loudly. “Look at me, Slayer!”

Buffy jerks her eyes back at Tara, her eyes wide at the Wicca using the same tone on her that she’d used on the vampire.

“You didn’t hurt me on purpose, and honestly I hardly noticed the pressure in the midst of my climax! I’m sure this won’t be the last time that one of us does something like this, so just get it out of your head about treating me like a fucking china doll from now on, understand?” Tara growls, her brows furrowed as she stares down the slayer, seeing the guilty look cross Buffy’s face at her comment about treating her like a doll.

“But you aren’t used to that kind of treatment, Tara.” Buffy whispers, wincing as Tara growls again.

“If you hurt me, I’ll let you know! Until that time, assume that whatever you have done is okay with me, understood?” Tara tries again, lifting her hand to cup the slayer’s face firmly. “Rule of thumb between us, we will say if something bothers us or hurts us, okay? And if there’s something that we particularly enjoy and want to do more of, we’ll say something then, also!”

Buffy nibbles on her bottom lip as she looks into serious blue eyes. “You’re okay?”

Tara relaxes and smiles softly as she sees the understanding slowly seeping into hazel eyes. “I’m really, truly okay, honey. I promise. Now give me a hug and a kiss to curl my toes then we’ll continue on patrol.”

“My pleasure.” Buffy grins before hugging Tara tightly, rubbing her cheek over the shoulder she’d bitten, placing a soft kiss on the wound before shifting to capture Tara’s lips in a heated battle of wills.

“Goddess!” Tara whimpers as Buffy finally releases her lips, dropping her head on the slayer’s strong shoulder. “You know, you sure can kiss for a straight girl.”

Buffy laughs quietly and shakes her head. “Obviously not as straight as either one of us thought. Because I sure can tell you, I’ve been enjoying your lovings far too much for a straight woman.”

Tara chuckles and eases back from the slayer, her eyes twinkling merrily. “You think so, huh?”

“I know so.” Buffy nods decisively. “If we don’t get a move on, I may want to see what else you can do with your… addition.” Buffy quirks her lip as she runs a hand down the Wicca’s body, pressing against the dildo, smirking as Tara closes her eyes and groans.

“You keep that up, and you’ll find out.” Tara slowly opens her eyes, staring into hazel eyes.

Swallowing hard, Buffy eases her hand away from where she’d kept it pressing against the dildo. “Patrol.” Buffy whispers, following Tara as the Wicca slowly turns and heads towards the gates leading out of the cemetery. Grunting quietly at the coarse, wet denim rubbing against her.

Tara hears the slightly painful grunt come from Buffy. Turning on her heel, she looks at the slayer and realizes what the problem is. “Sorry, sweetie. I didn’t even think about taking care of that for you.” Tara hurries back to the slayer, whispering the incantation as she runs her hands lightly down the jeans, drying them quickly before looking at her own jeans and repeating the incantation.

“Thank you.” Buffy sighs in relief as she takes a couple steps. “I wasn’t looking forward to being rubbed raw before the night was through.”

“And even with slayer healing, it’s still painful.” Tara adds, smiling understandingly at her lover.

“You got that right.” Buffy’s eyes drop to where the Wicca’s shirt is undone enough to where she can see the peach colored bra. Licking her lips at the sight, Buffy raises her hand and strokes her fingers softly over the flesh on display before lowering her hand. When Tara lifts her hands and goes to button the shirt back to where it was before, Buffy captures her hands. “Don’t, please. You’re gorgeous, Tara. And I’m enjoying the sight.” Buffy admits softly.

Tara blushes and looks down at her cleavage on display. “My bra’s showing, Buffy.” Tara points out needlessly.

“Yes, it is.” Buffy agrees, her fingers lifting again to trace along the edge of the bra.

Tara shivers at the soft touch, the goose bumps rising on her body at the barely there caress.

Pulling her hand away, Buffy smiles as she reaches down and threads their fingers together. “Let’s finish patrol. I want to see what you have planned for the rest of tonight. And I’m assuming you visited the adult store before the coffee shop tonight.”

“So, you’re familiar with Sunnydale Adult Toy Store, huh?” Tara grins crookedly at the slayer as they walk at a faster pace through Sunnydale.

“Intimately familiar.” Buffy admits, blushing lightly. “Like I mentioned earlier, slaying makes me horny.” Buffy shrugs at the admittance. “I have a tendency to wear out my vibrators.”

“Need a decent paying job just for the toys I guess.” Tara needles lightly, chuckling as Buffy agrees without any fuss.

“I’m lucky if the damn things last a month.” Buffy sighs heavily. “Maybe I’m doing something wrong.”

“Depends…” Tara smirks as Buffy raises an eyebrow and looks towards her as they head into the next cemetery. “Are you able to climax?”

“That would be a yes.” Buffy nods, wondering where Tara’s going with her comment.

“Then you aren’t doing anything wrong.” Tara smacks Buffy firmly on the ass, chuckling wickedly as Buffy releases her fingers, heading towards the vampire climbing out of the grave.

“So, as long as I climax I’m doing it right?” Buffy questions, smirking at the confused look on the vampires face. Crossing her arms, she decides to wait and see what happens with the vamp.

“I look at it like this.” Tara starts as she sits down on top of a tombstone, making a slight adjustment to sit more comfortably. “Anything that feels good, you enjoy, or makes you reach orgasm can’t be wrong.” Tara points out.

“What the hell?” The vampire looks from one blond to the other as they discuss sex.

“But is it normal to run through the batteries in one night?” Buffy questions, smirking at the vampire as he looks towards her again.

“Just means you should get either rechargeable batteries, or one that’s got an AC adapter.” Tara smirks as Buffy glances at her with a surprised look on her face. “Didn’t know they made those? They do, but you probably have to special order them.” Tara shrugs, chuckling as Buffy finally just stakes the vampire that’s staring at them dumb founded.

“I think that might have been the easiest slay I’ve had in years.” Buffy shakes her head before heading back towards Tara.

“Then again, maybe we could invent one where we hooked up a gas powered motorcycle engine to it for you.” Tara offers, trying not to laugh.

Buffy stops and tilts her head in consideration. “That might work. I wonder if Xander could make one?” Buffy states seriously, her eyes watching the dark blush creep up on Tara’s face. “Gotcha!” Buffy jumps back at the quick swipe aimed at her from Tara.

“Brat. You almost had me believing you were serious.” Tara grins crookedly as she eases off the tombstone. “Nothing else here?”

“Nope, not that I can feel.” Buffy threads her fingers through Tara’s as they continue on patrol. “So, obviously you’ve had some experience with these type items.”

“Oh, yes. I have a little collection in the dorm that I’ve been working on here lately.” Tara grins at her lover. “Maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you play with some of them.”

Buffy raises an eyebrow at the Wicca. “You have more than one? I usually only have two. One’s a back up for when I destroy the other one.”

“Oh, I have multiple items. I like to experiment, remember?” Tara bounces her shoulder against Buffy’s, laughing quietly as Buffy whimpers.

“You’re trying to make my head explode, aren’t you?” Buffy hoarsely whispers.

“Well, that would be a different part of your anatomy I’d be causing to explode, personally I like your head as it is.” Tara jokes, squeezing Buffy’s fingers.

“I think we’ve done a good enough patrol.” Buffy turns the corner heading them back towards campus.

“Patrol’s over?” Tara bites her lip as Buffy nods her head strongly.

“Patrol is over, as long as we don’t run into anything else.” Buffy growls under her breath daring demon kind to come between her and getting Tara to her dorm room.

***

The End…

Until Shower Time…