Bed Time

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

Feedback: Please. Please. PLEASE. I live for feedback.

Pairing: B/T

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

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Buffy watches Tara curiously as the Wiccan cleans and sets the dildo and harness on top of the dresser. “What, no playing with Junior tonight?”

“Nope. I promised myself something at the pool and I’m planning on spending a serious amount of time tonight keeping the promise.” Tara smiles mischievously at her lover as she watches Buffy slide the robe off and hang it up in the closet.

“Are you going to tell me what you’re planning on doing?” Buffy runs a finger gently over a candle, getting just a hint of lavender from the item.

“No. I think I’d rather show you.” Tara grins crookedly as she turns on her twinkle lights and lights a couple of the candles spread out around the room before turning off the main overhead light. Putting up the shower kit and sliding the robe off, hanging it up in the closet beside her spare robe that Buffy had worn, Tara reaches up to stroke the slayer’s cheek gently. Thankful Buffy seems to be sleeping better as the dark circles under the slayer’s eyes aren’t near as noticeable as they used to be, though still upset at the sight of the too skinny slayer.

Buffy closes the short distance between her and Tara, wrapping her arms around Tara’s neck and kissing her lovingly. “I’d be happy just to curl up with you.” Buffy admits a few moments letter, burying her face in Tara’s neck, brushing her lips against Tara’s pulse point, smiling at the fast, hard heartbeat coming from her lover.

“Is that what you want?” Tara gently rubs and kneads Buffy’s shoulders and back, working her way down to her butt cheeks before working her way up, smiling at the hedonistic groan she gets from her lover. As Buffy almost melts against her, Tara chuckles quietly.

“God, I give you forever to do that.” Buffy licks her lips as Tara loosens up one of her tight muscles, making her feel like putty in the Wiccan’s strong hands.

“I’ll take it.” Tara tilts her head to rest against Buffy’s as she digs a little firmer into Buffy’s back as the slayer leans against her. “If you climb onto the bed, I’ll grab some massage oil and give you a proper rub down.”

“You do that, I might fall asleep.” Buffy admits before nipping gently at Tara’s neck. “I’d rather spend time learning your body and what things you like.”

Tara chuckles softly, easing back to smile down at her lover. “I like you, everything else is negotiable.”

Buffy blushes lightly before chuckling and kissing Tara firmly. “But I have some serious learning to do.”

“Honey, I have no doubt whatsoever that you won’t have a problem learning. You’ve scored a hundred so far, and even earned extra credit.” Tara jokes, gently pushing Buffy towards the edge of the bed. “And all without me having to say a thing!”

“I was inspired.” Buffy admits, letting her fingers trail over the slope of Tara’s breasts as she feels the bed against the back of her knees. Slowly sitting, Buffy presses her lips between Tara’s breasts while wrapping her arms around the woman, smiling as Tara’s hands stroke tenderly over her head. Buffy shifts back to look up into loving blue eyes smiling down at her. “You make me feel comfortable… when you aren’t making me a horny walking mass of slayer confusion… like I can try anything and you won’t freak out, say it’s disgusting or anything along that lines.”

Tara’s lips quirk up at the slayer’s comment. “I somehow think you like being teased… and possibly being a bit of an exhibitionist.”

Buffy chuckles, her cheeks turning slightly pink before she slowly nods her head. “I definitely enjoyed your teasing tonight. As for the exhibitionist part… possibly a little. I don’t know how far I would want to go with that, but I’m game for playing.”

“We’ll see. Let things go and as the opportunity presents itself, we’ll go with the flow.” Tara offers, leaning down to press a soft kiss on Buffy’s forehead. “Ease back, honey.” Tara urges Buffy to lie on the bed, smiling at the sight of the slayer relaxed and lying in the middle of her bed naked and scrumptious.

Buffy’s lips quirk in a half smile as Tara seems content just to let her eyes soak in the sight of her body. Any other person, Buffy knows she’d probably feel uncomfortable being looked at this way, but the absolute love and desire she sees on Tara’s face making her feel beautiful and comfortable in her own skin. Shifting her arms up, Buffy rearranges the pillow under her head slightly and threads her fingers together behind her head, arching her back slightly while letting her legs fall just a bit further apart.

Tara inhales as the desire courses through her body as Buffy opens herself to her. Buffy’s deceptively small stature, hiding the steel under the soft, warm skin. Knowing the strength that’s there in the bones and muscles, and stronger yet, the mental strength of the slayer. Knowing that any other person that had gone through the things Buffy had, would probably have given up long ago. Kneeling on the bed, Tara shifts to lie beside Buffy, trailing her fingers over the soft, warm skin.

Buffy arches her back as Tara’s fingers slowly stroke and squeeze first one breast before working her way over to the other one.

“Leave them.” Tara whispers as she sees Buffy start to move her hands, smiling as Buffy settles back into the bed without a word, though she does get a narrow-eyed look from her, letting the backs of her fingers work their way down Buffy’s abdomen, smiling as she watches the muscles flinch and flutter.

“Are you planning on driving me completely crazy?” Buffy hoarsely questions after Tara had shifted so her hand reaches down her legs.

“Would you like me to?” Tara grins as she hears a low grunt come from Buffy, gently scraping her nails back up Buffy’s thigh, Tara shifts and hovers above the slayer. “I think I did that enough earlier tonight. I’ll save the serious teasing and driving you crazy for the future.”

“Thank God.” Buffy cups Tara’s cheeks, urging her down to kiss her, a deep, languorous kiss that leaves them both groaning.

“But I do plan on taking my time, Buffy. We’ve sort of hurried through the other times, and…” Tara stops at the shocked look on Buffy’s face. “What?”

“She considers those hurrying…” Buffy shakes her head and blinks at Tara, laughing at the confused look on Tara’s face. “If it lasted fifteen minutes in the past, with one glaring exception, it was a good thing. Of course a short, quick romp doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it…”

Tara chuckles and buries her face in Buffy’s neck. “I know that quick romps have their place, honey. I sooo know that.” Tara nips gently on Buffy’s neck, chuckling as she gets a quiet whimper. “A rough ride against a wall… or a mausoleum is sometimes just what the doctor orders for what ails a person. But right now, right this minute…” Tara trails off and slowly nibbles her way down Buffy’s body, twirling her tongue around Buffy’s hard nipple before nipping her way across to the other one and sucking on it firmly for a few minutes before making her way down across Buffy’s abdomen, enjoying the sounds of the quiet groans coming from her lover. “I want to spend the next hour or longer kissing, licking and sucking… Do you mind that I want to do that?” Tara questions softly before twirling her tongue around Buffy’s belly button as the slayer bucks and wiggles under her.

Buffy groans as she feels the desire literally flowing from her body as Tara’s mouth licks and nibbles her way slowly down her body, along with the pictures Tara’s putting in her head. “Please.” Buffy begs, gently stroking a hand through Tara’s hair.

Tara shifts her head and places a warm kiss on Buffy’s palm before nipping the fleshy part firmly. “Your wish is my command.”

Buffy groans as Tara’s eyes practically glow with desire as she shifts further down her body. “Oh, Godddd…” Buffy’s back arches as she feels Tara’s warm tongue glide between her swollen lips, dragging it’s way up over her aching clit.

Tara whimpers, licking her lips at the unadulterated taste of her lover. “Goddess, you taste divine.” Sliding her hands under Buffy’s butt cheeks, Tara spreads her lover further open to her and delves in to gather more of the addictive flavor.

“Oh, Taraa….” Buffy unconsciously grasps Tara’s hair tightly in her hand even as she braces her heels in the bed and presses her body more firmly into Tara’s mouth as she licks and sucks at her flesh. “Right there… right…”

Tara growls into her lover’s body as she licks and suckles at Buffy’s swollen bud, feeling it twitching almost continuously under her ministrations as Buffy makes the most delicious sounds. As Buffy’s hand pulls her even tighter into her body, she gives her the pressure she needs, sucking hard on the swollen muscle.

“SHIT!” Buffy cries out loudly as she comes in Tara’s mouth, whimpering and bucking as her lover eases up on the hard pressure, licking tenderly over her sensitive flesh.

Tara swirls her tongue gently around Buffy’s swollen clit, before easing her way down, nipping gently on her inner lips before dipping inside, grinning as Buffy’s inner muscles clench and try to drag her tongue in even deeper. Pressing her lips firmly against Buffy, Tara sucks gently while letting her tongue learn the inner walls of her lover. Easing away, panting heavily Tara presses kisses to Buffy’s mound as she drags in some much needed oxygen.

“Gods, Tara!” Buffy whimpers as Tara finally eases away from her body, Tara’s tongue stroking within her keeping her on edge along with the desire flowing from her. When she feels Tara’s tongue slowly trail from the bottom of her slit, dipping in briefly to her entrance and finally dragging the length of it over her aching clit, Buffy bucks hard at the firm tongue stroking over her aching, sensitive clit. When Tara circles and flicks her tongue on the aching muscle, Buffy hooks a leg around her back and presses up with her other leg as another small flood eases from her.

Lapping happily over the slayer’s body, Tara gathers the fluid before batting her tongue back and forth over the swollen, still spasming muscle while shifting one hand to gently ease two fingers within her lover. Starting a gentle stroking motion, Tara starts to stroke her tongue over Buffy’s clit in time with her fingers motions. Not hurrying her motions, Tara takes her time building Buffy’s next orgasm, using gentle strokes within her lover along with gentle motions of her tongue over Buffy’s clit, groaning internally at the feel of Buffy’s inner warmth wrapped around her fingers, her muscles clenching and unclenching as she slowly works closer to the pinnacle or release.

Breathing heavily as she grabs the edges of the bed with her hands, placing both feet flat on the bed at the feelings working through her body, Buffy slowly lifts her hips, meeting Tara with each thrust of her fingers and stroke of her tongue. The feeling of literally being kept on the edge of orgasm as Tara keeps up her tender, loving ministrations making the orgasm build higher and higher waiting to be released. Unaware of the quiet whimpers working through her lips as Tara continues to stroke for what seems like hours on end, which in reality was close to an hour since her lover started the slow build-up.

As her lover’s desire continues to flow from her, Tara gather’s some of the liquid on one of her free hand’s fingers and on her next stroke within her lover’s body, she gently presses the finger into Buffy’s rosebud at the same time she adds a third finger into her center, curling the three digits and pressing firmly against the bundle of nerves within her.

“FUUUUCCKKKKKKKKK!!!” Buffy screams, shocked and powerless to stop the literal gushing of liquid coming from her as she literally lifts Tara with her when her body arches off the bed with her climax, a whole rainbow of colors playing behind her tightly closed eyelids before she collapses, knowing no more.

Tara chuckles softly as she realized what happened, gently easing her fingers from within Buffy’s body after the slayer’s tight grip loosens. Nuzzling gently at her lover’s quivering center for a few minutes, gathering some of the liquid happily before finally resting her cheek against Buffy’s thigh, sighing quietly in contentment even as she feels the continued vibration of Buffy’s body for long minutes as it slows down as the slayer’s body calms. Pressing a soft kiss to Buffy’s mound, Tara eases off the bed and grabs a couple hand wipes, cleaning her fingers before grabbing one of their towels and gently dries the slayer before throwing it in the hamper and grabbing a small towel to place on the bed, gently easing in to lie beside Buffy.

Wrapping an arm around Buffy’s waist, Tara buries her face in her lover’s neck. Being careful to keep her lower body from pressing against Buffy, knowing if she gets any kind of pressure against herself right now, with the way her body’s pulsing with need that she won’t be able to stop without reaching climax. Pressing her lips gently over Buffy’s neck as she silently waits for her lover to wake Tara lifts her leg to help keep the pressure off her sensitive clit. Knowing if she really wanted to, she could probably just squeeze her legs together a couple times and climax.

Slowly coming to, Buffy drags her eyes open as she hears the quiet chuckle coming from Tara.

“If I was smart, I would have grabbed you a couple waters while I was up.” Tara smirks then squeaks as Buffy rolls her over onto her back without a word, kissing her hungrily. Grunting and arching as one of the slayer’s thighs slide between her legs, pressing against her apex, Tara can’t help her urge as she grinds her body down against the rock hard thigh, painting it quickly with her desire before she climaxes, soaking the leg.

Buffy growls as she feels and hears the Wiccan’s climax, breaking off the kiss, Buffy shakes her head and gruffly finally gets out. “Not fair.”

Tara grins crookedly at the slayer before shrugging as she tries to get control of her breathing. “I was tempted to take care of it myself, I was wound so tight.”

“While I was out like a light? That definitely wouldn’t have been fair.” Buffy smirks and presses a quick hard kiss against Tara’s lips. “Water, then play.”

Tara chuckles and watches as Buffy rolls off the bed, bouncing onto the balls of her feet before striding the short distance to her small refrigerator and pulling out four bottles of water. As Buffy opens one and hands it to her, Tara whispers softly. “Thank you.”

Buffy waves off the thanks even as she opens and downs one of the bottles, tossing the empty container in the trash before opening a second one, downing it just as quickly.

Tara chuckles quietly, which slowly turns into full out laughter as Buffy narrows her gaze on her and proceeds to down the third bottle. “A little dehydrated?”

“I’d drink up, if I were you.” Buffy growls playfully as she tosses the last bottle in the trash before literally pouncing on the Wiccan, burying her face between her breasts and licking eagerly at the slightly salty Wiccan’s skin. Giving up on being embarrassed around the Wiccan, whatever she had done to her was obviously something that wasn’t an odd thing to happen, or Tara wouldn’t be joking and picking on her.

Tara laughs as Buffy starts to nibble and lick down her body, enjoying the slayer being playful and obviously full of energy. “Did that little nap give you a boost or something?”

“Boost? I think you recharged my batteries completely.” Buffy smirks, grasping Tara’s legs and gently scraping her fingernails down the backs of Tara’s thighs as she kneels between her legs, quirking an eyebrow as she hits behind her lover’s knees and Tara jerks her legs out of her hands, giggling. “Ooooh. Looks like I finally found ticklish spots.”

Tara groans even as she fights her laughter as Buffy starts tickling the sensitive spots behind her knees with a vengeance. “Not fair!!” Tara laughs, trying to get away from the slayer.

“I think it is.” Buffy chuckles, finally easing up on the tickling to place open mouthed kisses along Tara’s thigh down to her knee before shifting to do the same on the way back up Tara’s leg. Settling her mouth in the crease of Tara’s hip, letting her teeth scrape gently, Buffy grins as Tara’s hips almost buck her off the woman. Sucking firmly on the sensitive area, Buffy chuckles as she releases the hot flesh, her eyes twinkling at the dark red mark.

“Marking me, slayer?” Tara growls, fighting the grin that wants to take over her face.

“Yep. Thought you might get pissed at me if I marked you where everyone could see it. Though it is tempting.” Buffy grins wickedly as she looks at the long, pale column of flesh that is Tara’s neck.

“I would make you pay, slayer.” Tara warns.

Buffy wiggles her eyebrows and licks her lips. “Make me your love slave?”

“Make you some kind of slave.” Tara laughs before reaching down and cupping Buffy’s cheeks. “Come up here, honey.”

Buffy eagerly clambers up Tara’s body, letting her lover pull her down for a deep, soul searching kiss that almost makes her melt. “God woman!! I think you would be able to make me come with a kiss if you wanted to.” Buffy pants when they finally end the kiss.

“Well… with an intimate kiss I can.” Tara smirks, her eyes twinkling as Buffy groans loudly. Trailing a hand down Buffy’s side, she gently squeezes her hip. “How sensitive are you?”

Buffy blinks, and shakes her head wondering at her lover’s question. “Sensitive?”

Tara chuckles and eases her hand between their bodies to cup Buffy’s sex, letting her two middle fingers glide with barely there butterfly touches over Buffy’s clit. “Sensitive.”

Buffy groans closing her eyes as she presses into the caress, jerking slightly as Tara presses a little more firmly against her.

“Hmmm… still tender.” Tara lets off the pressure immediately, just gently cupping her lover.

“Tender… more like super hyper-sensitive.” Buffy doesn’t know whether she wants Tara to press against her again, or let her body have a chance to recuperate.

Tara presses a soft kiss to Buffy’s lips before easing her hand away. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. God! Don’t ever be sorry for that.” Buffy blinks as she looks down at Tara. “I was silently debating with myself if I wanted you to continue touching me, or to give me a little longer.”

Tara smiles at the slayer’s admittance. “You do have that whole slayer healing thing going for you.”

Buffy lifts her hips and wiggles her eyebrows. “Yes, I do.”

“Hmm… not exactly subtle there, Buffy.” Tara jokes, laughing as Buffy just grins at her. Letting her hand glide back between them, Tara gathers some of Buffy’s juices, gently circling and making sure the slayer’s clit is slick.

“Hmmm…” Buffy gently rotates her hips at the soft touch, closing her eyes unconsciously at the feeling until Tara’s hand disappears all too quickly. Snapping her eyes open, she looks down with furrowed brows. “What?”

“Shhh. Wait a minute, honey.” Tara grins crookedly even as she prepares her own body. “Ease your lower body down until you’re against me.” Seeing the confusion cross Buffy’s face, Tara waits patiently as Buffy finally does as asked after looking at her for a few moments.

Wrapping her legs around Buffy’s, Tara eases her hand out from between them after she makes sure they have full contact. Shifting her hips slightly so their clits can glide against each other, Tara groans and closes her eyes at the feeling.

“Oooohhh.” Buffy drawls out quietly as she slowly rotates her hips, unconsciously licking her lips at the delightful feeling of their clits rubbing and grinding gently against each other.

Opening her eyes slightly, Tara smiles at the sight of pure, unadulterated enjoyment crossing Buffy’s face as the slayer shifts, alternating rubbing up and down, doing a slow circular grind to pressing firmly against her. Raising her hands, Tara threads them through Buffy’s hair, urging her down the slight distance to kiss her tenderly. “Sometimes just the pleasure of touching, kissing and holding is enough.”

“I wouldn’t know.” Buffy admits, somewhat sadly as she looks into dark blue eyes. “None of my past lovers wanted that. It was ultimately always about the end result.”

“Some people are like that. And, unfortunately, I would assume that occasionally they weren’t that worried about whether or not you reached climax.” Tara brushes her thumbs tenderly over Buffy’s cheekbones even as the slayer continues to slowly rock their lower bodies against each other in more of a comforting, loving motion than looking for release.

Buffy blushes lightly and shakes her head. “No. I had to help myself out on more than one occasion after I made it home, if I made it home.” Buffy rolls her eyes at the admission, before groaning quietly as her hips shifted and made firmer contact against Tara’s clit making her throb more.

“Goddess, you feel wonderful.” Tara whimpers as Buffy’s shifts further up as she lifts herself, even as she gives their lower bodies fuller, harder contact.

“Too skinny, bones poking you…” Buffy groans lowly, as she rolls her hips faster even as her body pulses with desire. The feel of Tara’s fuller figure against hers, making her realize how skinny she really is in comparison to the delightful feel of Tara’s womanly shape. Tara being obviously strong and lightly muscular, but also having breasts and hips, making her look like more of a woman than her own skinny figure.

“We’ll… oh, slightly harder, honey.” Tara orders quietly, her thoughts getting derailed with Buffy’s movements, the desire making it harder to talk as her body wants to take control.

Buffy nods her head in silent agreement, rubbing harder against Tara, feeling the continuous pulsing as the orgasm starts to work through her, whimpering as she hears the low, sexy groan coming from Tara and a few seconds later she’s bathed in the Wiccan’s climax triggering her own release. Dropping her sweaty, lightly shaking body on top of Tara’s, Buffy buries her face in the Wiccan’s damp neck while stroking the blonde hair as they both try to get control of their ragged breathing.

Wrapping her arms firmly around Buffy’s waist, Tara places a kiss on top of her head, closing her eyes and enjoying the wonderful feeling of Buffy’s body being pressed intimately against hers as their bodies slowly stop shaking, though an occasional tremor works through them as aftershocks from their shared climax.

“Can I stay here forever?” Buffy finally whispers, not wanting to move, though knowing eventually she’ll have to. Not thinking Tara would like her to fall asleep on top of her.

“In the room, in my bed, in my arms or on top of me?” Tara questions, her lips quirking as Buffy wiggles slightly getting more comfortable. Releasing the death grip she has around the slayer’s legs, Tara rubs her foot up and down Buffy’s calf as she tangles their legs together, relaxing.

“Yes.” Buffy answers simply, laughing quietly as Tara’s laughter makes her bounce slightly on top of the Wiccan.

“Then the answer is yes.” Tara continues to chuckle, reaching out with one arm to turn off the small lamp beside the bed, leaving just the twinkle lights on in the room. “Can you reach the sheet?”

“Think so.” Buffy starts to shift off Tara, looking at her when she feels her arms tighten, not letting her move.

“You don’t need to give up your spot, unless you’re not comfortable.” Tara whispers, pressing a soft kiss on Buffy’s forehead.

“But…” Buffy stops her argument as Tara shakes her head. Reaching down with one hand, Buffy grabs the sheet and pulls it over them before wiggling slightly to re-situate herself on top of Tara. “Very comfortable. I just didn’t think you would like me lying on top of you like this.”

“I like. I like very much.” Tara strokes her hands gently up and down the slayers strong back as she feels Buffy slowly relax into her. “I love you, Buffy.”

“I love you, too, Tara.” Buffy smiles as she presses a soft kiss against Tara’s pulse point, before tucking her head firmly against Tara’s neck, listening to the strong steady heartbeat coming from her lover, letting it and the warm hands stroking over her body lull her to sleep.

Tara smiles as she feels Buffy’s body sink even further into hers as the slayer falls asleep. Pressing her lips firmly against the top of her head, she laces her fingers together, resting her hands at the small of Buffy’s back as she takes a deep breath of contentment and slowly follows her lover into the land of dreams.

The End

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