Tara groaned as she rolled
over and cracked an eye open to look at the clock, groaning again as she closed her eye and mumbled as she snuggled into her
pillow. “It’s too soon to be getting up.” She’d stayed up for another hour or so to finish the book after Buffy had left her room last night,
or rather, early this morning. Then she’d gone to the bathroom to take
care of business, wash her face and brush her teeth before dragging her feet back to her bedroom. It was all she could do to keep her eyes open long enough to get undressed and put her nightshirt on, before
crawling into bed and dozing off as soon as her head hit the pillow.
Softly growling back at her
stomach when it rumbled, Tara mumbled into her pillow. “Go back to sleep,
I am.” She sighed softly and pulled the covers over her head to block out
the light coming through the open windows as the shades moved back and forth with the gentle breeze.
When her stomach refused to
cooperate, Tara tossed back the covers. “It’s Saturday, we’re
allowed to sleep in, why can’t you get with the program?!” She smacked
at her growling stomach. “Damned traitor, the rest of the organs are happy
to go back to sleep, you should be too!” She mumbled as she slid her legs
over the side of the bed and pushed herself to a sitting position, and off the bed.
“You’re only getting toast, then its right back to bed!”
She stepped out of her room
and into the bathroom, splashing water on her face before heading for the stairs. Rubbing
her eyes with a fist as she continued to argue with her stomach on the way down the stairs, she stopped halfway down when
she heard soft laughter. “Don’t start with me!” She growled at the Slayer.
Buffy was stretched out on
the couch, peeking around the side of the book she’d borrowed. “I’d
punish it for speaking back to you, if I was you.” She grinned at the sleepy
Wiccan as she reached into the box of Life cereal on the floor beside the couch, wiping her fingers on a wet rag sitting in
a bowl on the coffee table, and then wiping them dry on the towel lying on her stomach.
“Damned Slayer hearing!” Tara growled softly at the Slayer as she watched her smiling as she chewed and turn
the page in the book. Somewhere in her sleep addled brain she made the connection
between the can of Coke on the coffee table and the sound of it being opened as she’d woken. “That goes better with milk, you know.” She started
the rest of the way down the stairs, somewhat grateful that the Slayer was eating the cereal, it being better for her than
the box of Funny Bones or Sunny Doodles that she could have chosen for herself for breakfast instead.
“I didn’t want
it splashing on the book…” Buffy smirked as she looked around the
book again. “… and then being mistakenly accused of it being drool
or sticky bodily fluids.” Buffy chuckled softly as Tara snarled at her,
and went back to reading.
Tara stood at the foot of the
stairs for a long moment watching the Slayer, a slow grin creeping onto her face as she watched Buffy start to squirm around
a bit as she read. Tara headed for the kitchen when her stomach growled again. Hesitating and looking over her shoulder before she turned the corner, seeing Buffy
was now starting to run her right foot teasingly up and down her left leg and moaning softly.
“For getting me up to see that, you get jam on the toast.” She
patted her stomach and laughed softly as she turned the corner.
“Huh?” Buffy never looked away from the page, her eyes continuing to rush back and forth across it.
“I was just talking to
my stomach, Sweetie.” Tara grinned as she stepped into the kitchen.
*** Author’s note: For those of you unfamiliar with them… Funny Bones are (chocolate) frosted
peanut butter crème filled Devil’s food cakes! And Sunny Doodles are crème
filled golden (cup) cakes! Both made by Drake’s©. ***
Tara set her cup of tea and
toast on the dining table, and then pulled out a chair to sit and watch Buffy as she ate.
When she’d finished, she smiled and rested her chin in her hands as she continued to watch the Slayer squirming. Her eyes started closing again as she wondered what Buffy would do with her newfound
insight into lesbian relationships, seeing as the book was definitely having a physical affect on her. Though, that didn’t really mean anything in the long run, was her last thought before her eyes finally
closed and she drifted off while sitting at the table.
Buffy had felt eyes on her,
but she couldn’t drag her own off the page. When she’d finished the
scene and they were moving on, she finally looked away to find Tara with a smile still on her face and sleeping at the table. Smiling herself, Buffy sat up and put a small piece of paper in the book to mark her
place before setting it on the coffee table, along with the towel she’d been using.
She then picked up the cereal, closing the box before picking up her towel, can, and bowl to bring back to the kitchen. She quietly picked up Tara’s empty cup and plate on her way.
She just came back into the
dining room when Tara’s head jerked as her arms started to sway to the side, laughing softly at the look of surprise
on Tara’s face as she scooped her up in her arms. “Okay, it’s
back to bed for you, Sleeping Beauty.”
“I can walk, you know.” Tara mumbled as she wrapped her arms around Buffy’s neck and shoulders, her
head resting against the Slayer. “Though, it is nice having a Slayer in
the house.” She smiled as she closed her eyes and let Buffy carry her up
“Don’t get used
to my carting your ass around.” Buffy laughed as Tara tugged on her hair
for her comment.
“You’ll do it,
and you’ll like it, Tough Stuff!” Tara grinned and enjoyed the lift.
“Want to go out for a
beer after patrol tonight?” Buffy tried to keep the smile off her face
as she turned the corner on the landing with her load.
Tara’s brows furrowed
at the question. “Neither of us drinks.”
“That wasn’t really
my point.” Buffy grinned as Tara lifted her head to look at her in confusion.
Seeing the grin and mischief
filled eyes, it finally hit Tara what Buffy was talking about, and she chuckled softly.
“Do you know of any lesbian leather biker bars in Sunnydale?”
Buffy grunted as the smile
fell from her face. “That could be a problem, huh?” She frowned.
Tara laughed softly at the
look of disappointment on Buffy’s face, though the smile was still in her eyes.
“We’ll have to see if we can find a lesbian or two at the Bronze to fit the bill.” Tara smiled as Buffy nodded. “And who will you be playing,
Sax, Jude, Mel, or the woman?” She asked in reference to the characters
in the bar scene in ‘Passion’s Bright Fury’, the book Buffy was reading.
“Sax, of course!” Buffy grinned as she placed a knee on the bed and set Tara down in her bed.
Tara laughed, not surprised
by Buffy’s answer, though curious as to where she’d fit in. “And
I’ll be?” She pulled Buffy onto the bed as she scooted back to make
room for her when Buffy started to move off the bed.
“Hmm…” Buffy brought a finger up to tap on her chin, a look of concentration on her face
as she settled into a sitting position on the bed.
Tara smiled and adjusted her
pillow as she waited for Buffy’s answer.
“Well… you can
be Jude, my inspiration.” She laughed as Tara blushed. “Or you can be the woman… if we can’t find a willing lesbian, that is.” She grinned and winked at Tara, laughing as Tara grabbed her and pulled her over.
“Smartass!” Tara smiled as she pulled Buffy down. “In
any case, I’ll need a nap if you’re taking me out cruising tonight, and I know you haven’t slept if you’ve
read that far. So you’re going to sleep with me.” She reached down and pulled up the covers as she rolled onto her side to face Buffy. “How far have you gotten?” She knew she was in
trouble when she saw the grin on Buffy’s face.
Buffy grinned and waited for
Tara to get settled, licking her lips and making a show of looking Tara up and down.
“Sleep with you, huh? Well, I guess you’re Jude and we don’t
need the bar, we’re skipping right to the Motel 6.” She wiggled her
brows and moved to pounce on Tara.
Tara started laughing and held
Buffy off with a hand against her chest. “That wasn’t what I’d
Buffy started laughing and
fell to the bed beside Tara. “But that’s what you said.” She wiggled around and got comfortable as they both continued to laugh.
“Smartass!” Tara smiled as she tossed the covers over Buffy.
“Now I know what had you squirming on the couch.” She winked
as Buffy blushed, and then let her off the hook. “How far did you get.”
“Nowhere, apparently.” Buffy sighed before she smiled at Tara’s rolling her eyes at her. “They just got to Maddy’s house before I decided to rescue you from a face plant on the table.” She looked towards the door before looking back at Tara.
Tara shook her head. “It’ll still be there later, it’s time for a nap now.” She placed her right hand on Buffy’s stomach to keep her from getting up to go back to the book. “Even you need some sleep, Tough Stuff.
So humor me, otherwise there’ll be no bar tonight.”
“But I’m not tired,
or six years old anymore.” Buffy grumbled, but smiled as Tara patted her
stomach and laid her head on her shoulder.
“That doesn’t mean
you still don’t need to be told what to do on occasion.” Tara chuckled
softly as she snuggled into Buffy’s side and closed her eyes. “Sweet
dreams, Tough Stuff.”
“You, too… Mom.” Buffy chuckled and grabbed Tara’s hand as the Wiccan pinched her, closing her
eyes and waiting for the woman to fall asleep before she snuck off to grab the book.
Tara moaned softly, one sleepy,
blue eye slowly blinking open, before lifting her head slightly to look down at the small hand massaging her breast. At some point after she’d tossed a leg over Buffy’s to keep her from sneaking
off when she felt her trying to slip out from beside her after she’d fallen asleep, they’d changed positions. Tara was now on her back with the Slayer’s leg over one of hers, her head on
her shoulder, and her hand on her breast. “Goddess! She reads part of a book, and she’s an expert already.”
She mumbled as she dropped her head back to the pillow and removed Buffy’s hand, placing it against her stomach. Smiling at the soft whimper and growl she got for doing so, she missed the small hand
as soon as she’d moved it, her nipple hard as a rock, and a tingle thrumming between her legs. She mumbled as she closed her eye again as she leaned her cheek against Buffy’s head. “So not fair!” She was tempted to let the hand
wander again when Buffy tried moving it back to her breast, but held it in place as she drifted back to sleep.
Buffy moaned and snuggled into
the warmth as she slowly drifted up from sleep, she felt the press of soft lips against her forehead, and a hand gently rubbing
her back. She wondered where she was, but was in no rush to open her eyes to
find out as she basked in the peace and comfort she felt as her mind slowly became aware.
Tara smiled and kissed Buffy’s
forehead as she heard her breathing change from deep sleep and the smaller woman burrow into her side. She’d been awake herself for about ten minutes now, surprised that the Slayer was still beside her
and sleeping soundly when she’d awoke. There were still mornings when the
Slayer would cry out in her sleep before she woke, the sound of a window being quickly opened soon thereafter. Tara knew that Buffy still didn’t sleep well and suffered from the nightmare of waking in her grave,
and gently rubbed Buffy’s back trying to ease her waking, this one time, anyway.
She’d been terrified
the first few times the Slayer had screamed out, having jumped out of bed and rushed to her room to find Buffy clawing at
the covers before jerking upright and rushing to her window seeking air. Her
heart ached for what they’d put the Slayer through, but she didn’t know how to make it better for her. It pissed her off that Willow used to sleep right through Buffy’s screaming, and then just brushed
it off as ‘she’ll get over it’ when she’d mentioned it to her.
Those moments made Tara wonder why Willow was so hell-bent on bringing Buffy back, when she didn’t seem to care
what they’d done to her after the first initial shock of realizing that they’d left her to dig her way out of
her own grave. Willow had been so proud of her accomplishment and power, but
damn the consequences, she couldn’t be bothered with those.
Tara sighed softly as she mentally
shook off those thoughts and came back to the present, kissing Buffy’s forehead again as she did.
Buffy moaned softly at the
press of lips to her forehead again, finally reaching the point of waking. She
let her senses take over, the smell familiar, the sound of a heartbeat under her ear, and the envelope of warmth surrounding
her. It still took her a moment to figure out where she was before tensing and
opening surprised eyes, finding her self snuggled into Tara’s side. “Umm…”
“Shh.” Tara kissed her forehead again before resting her cheek there as she hugged the Slayer to keep her from
bolting. “And you said you weren’t tired.” Tara smiled as she felt the Slayer start to relax again.
“I wasn’t.” Buffy grumbled, though smiled. “Someone
wouldn’t let me go when I tried to get up!”
Tara chuckled softly and started
rubbing Buffy’s back again. “And then?”
“Don’t know, I
fell asleep.” Buffy laughed softly, Tara had gotten what she’d wanted
“And you ended up here,
how?” Tara grinned as she felt the heat on her shoulder intensify slightly
knowing Buffy was blushing without having to look.
Buffy felt her face getting
red. “Must have been the octopus that grabbed me, had me wrapped up in
her tentacles, and dragged me over here!”
“Speaking of grabbing…” Tara trailed off as she laughed and lifted the guilty hand from her stomach. Said hand was back on her breast when she’d woken.
Buffy lifted her head, brows
furrowed, confused hazel looking into amused blue.
Tara grinned and placed Buffy’s
hand on her breast.
Buffy’s eyes opened wide
as she looked down at their hands, hers now on Tara’s breast. “TARA!” She quickly pulled her hand away, blushing as she looked back up at the laughing Wiccan.
“You weren’t embarrassed
about it earlier, Tough Stuff.” Tara continued to laugh as Buffy started
to sputter, not knowing what to say. She kissed Buffy on the forehead again before
rolling out of the bed, heading around it towards the door. Stopping at the doorway
she looked back at the shocked Slayer, now lying on her back watching her. “And
you were doing a wonderful job of it too.” She winked at her and laughed
as she walked out and into the bathroom.
Buffy’s mouth fell open
as she blushed, whimpering and pulling the covers over her head as Tara laughed and walked out. Still listening to the laughter Buffy brought her hand up in front of her face. “I didn’t?” She looked at her hand as if
waiting for an answer, groaning and rolling to bury her face in Tara’s pillow.
“And if I did, I don’t remember it.” She peeked out
with one eye to look at her hand again. “Damn! Next time take notes!” She softly grumbled at her hand
before she started laughing at the situation. “At least she didn’t
smack me.” She smiled as she closed her eyes and waited for Tara to finish
in the bathroom so she could use it, and then go finish reading the book. “See
what else we can learn about the use of hands.” She looked at her hand
again and groaned softly, the sensation of the Wiccan’s breast against her palm and fingers a moment ago still fresh
in her mind as she felt the nipple harden against her palm again. “Damn!”