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It All Started With a Good Book

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It All Started With a Good Book




Happy Little Minion


Disclaimer: As per usual, they belong to Joss & Co.  I just borrow them to do nasty things with before I return them… mostly undamaged, and only slightly traumatized!  J


Rating: R, anyway, but I’ll say NC-17 to be on the safe side! 


Feedback: Please!  It’s the only payment I receive for tapping at the little keys!  Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, Pwease!! 


Pairing: Buffy/Tara 


Summary: What if Willow had moved out instead of Tara after Willow screws up the forget spell… 


A/N: This story is loosely based around the fact that Buffy read the book Passion’s Bright Fury, by Radclyffe… and what she wished to discover after that fact!  J


A/N & Thank you: The use of Radclyffe’s name and the titles of her books, along with character names and references are used with permission.  Thank you, Rad!  For those who haven’t read her books, please check out her website at; www.Radfic.com or www.BoldStrokesBooks.com  You won’t be sorry, and I highly recommend all her books!  ; ) 


THIS WILL BE POSTED IN PARTS!!  Until it's finished, then the whole thing with be posted as one page! 



Buffy quietly climbed the stairs, stopping at the opened door to Tara’s room.  Seeing the Wiccan stretched out sideways across her bed with a book in hand, Buffy leaned against the doorframe. 


Tara tilted her head back to look up at the Slayer, frowning at the dirt covered woman.  “Are you okay?”  She set the open book down on her chest as she scooted around at a bit of an angle to get a better look at the Slayer, her eyes searching for obvious injury. 


Buffy watched Tara’s eyes for a moment before looking down at herself, grimacing at the condition she was in.  “Yeah, nothing a shower and washing machine won’t fix.”  She pushed off the doorframe, frowning when she saw blood on her sleeve and a small, neat slice in the material.  “And maybe a band aid or two.” 


Tara set her book aside on the bed as she swung herself around, feet hitting the floor. 


Buffy held up a hand to stop the woman.  “Minor damage.”  She now remembered the knife cutting her as she fought with a demon, pissing her off right before she took his head off with her own sword and a few choice words. 


Tara stopped her self from going to the Slayer, settling on the edge of the bed as she nodded.  “Let me know if it requires more than a band aid.”  She’d gotten into the habit of leaving her bedroom door open until the Slayer got home from patrol.  Buffy had told her she didn’t have to stay up waiting for her to get home every night.  Truth be told, she didn’t, but there were nights when she was still awake when Buffy did come in.  She was a light enough sleeper, that she usually heard the Slayer coming up the stairs and cracked an eye open. Buffy poking her head in the room to tell her she was okay before closing the door, Tara being placated with the answer and quickly drifting back to sleep. 


Buffy nodded.  “I will.”  She started to turn, turning back.  “You’re up late?” 


Tara glanced at the clock and back to Buffy.  “I didn’t realize it was so late.”  She shrugged as she blindly reached for her book. 


“Good book?”  Buffy’s brow rose as she watched Tara pick up the book, placing it on her lap as a mischievous smile crept onto her face. 


“Yes.”  Tara winked at her.  “I was just getting to the good part.” 


Buffy chuckled softly as a blush flushed the Wiccan’s cheeks.  “Since when did you read about the manly parts doing the horizontal bop?”  She grinned as the flush darkened. 


Tara brought the book to her chest as she crossed her arms around it, one finger keeping her place.  “I never said it had manly parts in it.”  Tara wiggled her brows and watched Buffy’s eyes open wide in surprise, laughing softly as she fell back on the bed and opened the book again.  She ignored the Slayer as she waved her out of the room.  “Go take your shower, Sweetie.”  She smiled and bit her lip as she got a grunt in answer, laughing softly as Buffy turned and walked away, the bathroom door closing behind her. 




Buffy stepped into the bathroom and closed the door, still somewhat surprised by the Wiccan’s answer.  Then again she really couldn’t picture the woman reading a bodice ripper with Fabio on the cover, chuckling softly she undressed after turning the shower on.  “I think she’d cringe more than anything, if she read those.” 


Tossing her blouse in the sink to soak, she groaned as she looked down at her arm knowing it would require a few stitches.  “Had to be on the right arm, didn’t it?”  She poked at the wound before getting out the first aid kit and cleaning the wound.  She’d rather have Tara do it than try putting the stitches in with her left hand, though she hated asking the woman.  She remembered the last time Tara had caught her trying to awkwardly stitch her right shoulder, the woman batting her hand away and giving her a disapproving look before taking up the needle herself.  Buffy hadn’t missed the color draining from the woman’s face, or the tremble in her hands as she put her back together. 


Sighing she stepped into the shower as she let her mind wander to what it was that Tara was reading, wondering how they’d handle a lesbian sex scene in it.  Tilting her head she tried to remember the last time she’d read a sex scene of any type.  Shaking her head when the answer didn’t come to her, she started washing up thinking that throbbing and thrusting, and pounding and pulsing, was about the only things she did recall from the books she’d read before becoming the Slayer.  Frowning as she thought about not having really had an opportunity to read for pleasure after she’d come to Sunnydale, not that she’d cracked the books for school or research, either. 




Tara glanced up from her book when she saw movement in the doorway, the Slayer standing there hesitantly looking at her.  Seeing the gauze bandage, tape, and suture kit in Buffy’s hands Tara set her book aside once again, patting the bed as she sat up.  “Come here, Sweetie.” 


Buffy hesitated another moment before taking her place beside the Wiccan on the edge of the bed.  “I hate to ask, but thank you.”  She dropped her head as she set the items in her hands on the bed. 


“I’ll always help if I can, Buffy.”  Tara used a finger to lift the Slayer’s chin.  “Thank you.” 


Buffy’s brows furrowed as she tried to figure out why Tara was thanking her. 


Smiling at the confusion on the Slayer’s face, Tara tapped the tip of Buffy’s nose.  “You don’t always have to do it on your own, Tough Stuff.” 


Buffy nodded, the corner of her lips curling up at the name Tara called her when she was being stubborn.  “Point taken.” 


“Good!”  Tara winked at her before she pushed up off the bed.  “You forgot the scissors.  Don’t run off before I get back, or I’ll come hunt you down, Slayer.”  She tried giving her a serious glare over her shoulder to let her know she meant business. 


Buffy laughed softly at the tough look from Tara, but the amusement in the blue eyes couldn’t pull the look off.  “Yes, Ma’am.”  She made a show of crossing her heart. 


Tara laughed softly as she left the room to wash her hands and get the scissors. 


As soon as Tara was gone, Buffy scooted onto the bed and lay down with Tara’s book opened in front of her.  Skimming the page quickly, she used the gauze pad package as a bookmark then began flipping back pages until she found what she was looking for. 


Tara stopped as she stepped back into the room, blushing when Buffy grinned up at her and wiggled her brows. 


“Don’t mind me.”  Buffy winked at her as she tossed her right arm out on the bed and pulled up the sleeve on her robe, her eyes dropping back to the book. 


Tara whimpered softly at the thought of Buffy embarrassing her with her own choice of reading materials.  When all she heard was a soft laugh from the Slayer as she waved her injured arm Tara moved to the bed, Buffy’s eyes never leaving the book.  Tara picked up Buffy’s arm after placing the scissors on the bed, unwrapping the towel that covered the wound and laying it on her lap atop the towel before examining the wound. 


Buffy’s brows rose as she read the love scene between two women, soft grunts and groans occasionally escaping her. 


Tara blushed at the sounds coming from the Slayer, tying off a stitch she glanced over at Buffy’s face.  Smiling and biting her lip as the Slayer’s eyes raced back and forth across the page, brows furrowing only to rise again in surprise as another grunt left her.  Chuckling softly Tara went back to putting the neat little sutures in the Slayer’s arm. 


“Shh!”  Buffy sent a quick glare Tara’s way before her eyes quickly found their place back on the page. 


Tara grinned at being shushed by the Slayer.  Taking the opportunity of Buffy being engrossed to glance at the book to see which part she was reading.  She silently whimpered as she felt the blush heating her face, the Slayer finding one of the love scenes to read. 


“Wow!”  Buffy stared at the page after finishing the love scene.  “Does it really… I mean, is it always…”  She shook her head as she looked up at Tara with a look of surprised wonder clearly showing on her features. 


Tara chuckled softly, shrugging as she tied off the last stitch.  She knew her face was red but there was nothing she could do to stop the blush as she glanced at Buffy.  “It can be.” 


“Huh.”  Buffy grunted before closing the book to look at the cover seeing the author’s name, Radclyffe, and the title, Safe Harbor.  “You know, they should highlight certain parts of this and make it required reading for men.” 


Tara chuckled softly as she reached to rip the top off the gauze package, using the piece in place of the package itself as the bookmark.  “Damn, so much for toaster sales.” 


“Huh?”  Buffy opened the book back to Tara’s page, securing the small bookmark better, before looking up at Tara with questioning eyes. 


Tara just smiled at her, chuckling when Buffy rolled her eyes as the little light bulb clicked on in her head, turning she taped the bandage over the wound. 


“Better yet, make it required reading for women, then toaster sales would skyrocket.”  Buffy grinned as Tara’s head snapped up, surprised blue eyes looking back at her making her laugh. 


Tara smiled and shook her head as she rolled her own eyes before she made sure the bandage was secure, knowing the Slayer was only teasing her.  “You’re all done, Sweetie.”  She patted the Slayer’s arm before gathering the trash. 


“Thanks.”  Buffy shifted around to sit up as she picked up the other items.  “Now I know what kept you up until three in the morning.”  She grinned and laughed as Tara blushed and hurried off the bed to toss the trash away. 


Though still blushing, Tara smiled as the Slayer headed for the door.  It was nice to hear the woman laughing and joking on occasion nowadays, even if it was at her expense. 


“Thank you, Tara.  Goodnight, and don’t stay up too late.”  Buffy grinned at the Wiccan as she grabbed the doorknob, ready to shut the door. 


“You’re welcome, Tough Stuff.”  Tara winked at her.  “’Night, Sweetie.”  She waited until Buffy started closing the door.  “Oh, and Buffy?” 


Buffy stopped and looked over her shoulder to the grinning Wiccan. 


“I won’t be staying up too late if you take my book.”  Tara grinned as she held out her hand and wiggled her fingers for the book Buffy tried sneaking out of her room with. 


“Damn!”  Buffy pouted before laughing softly as she turned to hand Tara back her book.  “Can I read it when you’re done?”  She looked hopefully at her. 


Tara laughed and nodded when Buffy wouldn’t release the book until she’d answered her.  “Should I highlight and mark the pages for you?” 


Buffy smiled and let the book go as she shook her head.  “No, I’ll see if I can’t actually read the whole thing, not just the good parts.” 


“They’re all good parts, Sweetie.”  Tara brought the book to her chest with one hand as she pointed towards a couple stacks of books on a wooden chest.  “There are others, if you’d like to read them.” 


“Really?”  Buffy looked from Tara to where she was pointing before looking back to Tara, a slight blush creeping up her cheeks. 


Tara gave her a soft smile as she nodded. 


“Thanks, any suggestions?”  Buffy asked as she stepped over to the books, looking at the titles and noticing that a majority of them were by the same author and most from the same publishing company, Bold Strokes Books. 


“They’re all good.  Though some are series, those are in the pile on the right.  You might want to choose something from the other pile to see if you like them before reading the series ones.”  Tara smiled at the grunt she got in response as she settled back on her bed, the Slayer reading the back covers on a few before choosing one. 


Buffy held up the book to show Tara which one she’d chosen as she headed towards the door again, she could feel the heat in her cheeks as Tara smiled at her with twinkling eyes.  “Thanks.” 


“You’re welcome, Sweetie.  Oh, and Buffy… no drooling or other sticky bodily fluids on the pages, please.”  Tara burst out in laughter at the look of shock on Buffy’s face. 


“TARA!”  Buffy’s face turned dark red as she glared at the Wiccan.  “I can’t believe you said that!”  Buffy mumbled as she hurriedly left the room, closing the door on the laughter behind her.  “Damn, Wiccan!”  Buffy grumbled before smiling as she looked down at the book in her hand as she headed towards her room, stopping to put the scissors and tape back, and the first aid kit away as she went. 


Tara continued to laugh as she adjusted her pillows against the headboard and got comfortable before opening her book to finish reading.  “Just wait until I give you the pop quiz when you finish reading it, Tough Stuff.”  Tara snorted softly, a grin still on her face as she found her place and began reading. 




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