Tara quietly opened the
bathroom door and stepped into the steam shrouded room. Shrugging off her robe and tossing it on the
sink counter she poked her head around the shower curtain before stepping into
Buffy stood beneath the
showerhead, head bowed forward as the hot water cascaded over her head, neck
and shoulders. Moaning softly when Tara
wrapped her arms around her and pressed against her back. “Hey.
I didn’t mean to wake you.” She’d
come straight to the bathroom when she’d gotten home from patrol, not having
heard any sounds in the house she’d thought the Wiccan was asleep.
“Are you okay,
Sweetie?” Tara softly kissed a warm, wet
shoulder. “And you didn’t wake me, I was
waiting for you.” She kissed her again as
the Slayer leaned back into her.
Buffy wrapped her arms
around Tara’s as she leaned back, her head tilting back to rest on the Wiccan’s
shoulder, the water now hitting her in the upper chest. “I’m fine, smelly, but fine. Just the average
bumps and bruises from a
somewhat busy night.” She turned her
head, eyes still closed, placing a kiss on the Wiccan’s temple as Tara rested
her chin on her shoulder.
“Good. Then let’s
get you cleaned up and into
bed.” Tara caressed Buffy’s stomach
before snaking a hand up to turn Buffy’s head, kissing her softly on the lips
before nudging the Slayer gently to stand on her own.
“Clean and tucked into
with you, sounds like Heaven at the moment.”
Buffy smiled as she trailed her fingers down Tara’s arm as the Wiccan
pulled away from her.
Chuckling softly Tara
reached for the shampoo. “Maybe not
Heaven, but it does sound ideal.” She
rubbed the shampoo in her hands into a lather before running her fingers
through the Slayer’s short hair, starting a gentle massage, using her fingernails
to lightly scratch Buffy’s scalp.
“Mmm. Feels wonderful.”
The Slayer’s head lolled in which ever
direction Tara wanted it to go as she enjoyed the Wiccan’s attentions.
Tara nudged the relaxed
Slayer forward to rinse, repeating the process with the shampoo then
conditioner. “Still awake?” She kissed Buffy’s shoulder as she picked up
the washcloth and body wash.
Buffy chuckled softly. Honestly feeling like the Wiccan could put
her to sleep as she stood there in the shower.
Setting the bottle of body
wash back down, Tara started at the Slayer’s shoulders and neck, washing
Buffy’s back and arms before dropping to her legs.
Buffy moaned and relaxed
even more with the Wiccan’s gentle ministrations. Rinsing as Tara directed, while the Wiccan
added more body wash to the washcloth.
Tara washed Buffy’s face
and neck and had her rinse before she started at her shoulders once again, this
time working her way down Buffy’s chest and abdomen as the Slayer leaned back
“You missed a few
spots.” Buffy turned her head towards
the Wiccan’s after a few moments when Tara bypassed her breasts and washed down
the center of her chest to her belly.
“I’m saving the
last.” Tara softly kissed her as she
washed around the Slayer’s hips before trailing the cloth back up to Buffy’s
Buffy moaned softly as
Tara drew her hand back up between her breasts, finally washing where she’d
missed before as she gently massaged first one breast, then the other. Her lips parted to the teasing tongue that
traced first one lip, then the other before snaking between them.
Tara brought her free hand
up to toy with the Slayer’s nipple as Buffy reached up for the curtain rod with
one hand. Tara’s other hand working its
soapy way back down, washing over the Slayer’s bare mound before heading
between the Slayer’s legs.
Buffy shifted her legs
apart a bit more at Tara’s urging, not that the Wiccan really had to urge her
at that point.
Tara ran the washcloth
back and forth a few times between Buffy’s legs. She knew the ease with which the cloth
slipped wasn’t all due to the soap. She
let the cloth slip from her hand to land with a splat on the floor of the tub,
her hand remaining between the Slayer’s legs.
Buffy moaned softly into
the kiss as Tara’s fingers now touched her skin.
Tara allowed her middle
finger to slip between the Slayer’s labia as her hand skimmed back and forth
between the Slayer’s legs, gently teasing before she entered her with the one
Buffy pressed into Tara’s
hand as the finger slowly entered her, trying to get it as deep as
possible. Releasing the curtain rod, she
brought her hand down to cover Tara’s to hold it in place as she turned,
kicking the washcloth out of the way as the kiss continued. She wanted this to be mutual, not one-sided.
Tara closed her lips
around the Slayer’s tongue after Buffy released her hand, the Slayer’s fingers
running through her curls before capturing her clit between them and gently
squeezing on her way further down. She
gently sucked on the Slayer’s tongue as Buffy entered her. She released Buffy’s tongue to chase it back
into the Slayer’s mouth as they started a slow rhythm in and out of each
It was a slow climb, more
fingers being inserted as they did, culminating in a shared climax as they
continued to kiss and hold each other close.
When bodies relaxed and fingers were removed, Tara retrieved the
washcloth, cleaning them both off before rinsing and stepping from the tub to
dry them both.
Putting her robe on after
brushing out their hair, Tara stepped behind the Slayer and wrapped her in it
also. “Let’s get you to bed,
Buffy leaned back into the
Wiccan, hands going back to slide up the outside of Tara’s thighs and back to cover
her ass as they left the bathroom and entered their bedroom.
Tara tossed the robe over
the foot of the bed as she followed Buffy into it, opening her arms as the
Slayer covered them and settled in against her side. “Love you.”
She placed a kiss on the Slayer’s forehead as she wrapped her arms
around her. “Sweet dreams.”
“Love you, too.”
Buffy kissed the upper chest below her cheek
as she tossed her leg over Tara’s, an arm wrapping around her waist as she
snuggled into the Wiccan’s side. “See
you in my dreams.”
Tara smiled and rested her
cheek against Buffy’s forehead as she gently ran her hand up and down the
Slayer’s back and side, both quickly drifting off to find each other in their
Tara woke to find herself
wrapped around one of her pillows, a poor substitute for the woman that slept
down the hall. Rolling onto her back and
bringing a forearm up to cover her eyes, Tara sighed. The dreams were coming more frequently now,
and they’d leave her heart feeling heavy.
The first dreams had been
rushed and frenzied, but now more often than not they slowed down to making
love in them. Both had their place, but
the less rushed, loving ones were making her heart ache for wanting the woman.
Somewhere along the way
during the past year of living with the Slayer she’d let go of the last ties
with Willow, and fallen for Buffy. She’d
known it was over with Willow as soon as the redhead had broken her promise and
she’d moved back to campus. Willow’s
actions following her leaving had cemented her resolve not to get back together
with the woman whom she thought was the love of her life.
After the accident with
Dawn, Willow had finally admitted that she was no longer in control
anymore. Once she’d gotten a taste of
what Rack could provide the first time with Amy, she’d convinced Amy to return
a couple more times before she’d started seeking the Magic Dealer out on her
own. Culminating with her disastrous
trip where she’d dragged Dawn with her when she was in desperate need of a
Willow had finally
realized that things were well out of her hands at that point. She’d almost killed them both, and Buffy’s
initial unwillingness to help made her see that she was in danger of losing
everyone, not just Tara anymore. But
most importantly, she was in danger of losing herself.
Willow had called Giles
shortly after Buffy had threatened to kick her ass out, if not kill her, if she
did any magic within her house again, and if she didn’t get some help. Within a few days Willow had packed up
stuff and moved it back to her parent’s house, all but what she’d need to go to
England and the Coven that Giles had arranged to help her deal with the
magic. Willow had apologized to her
friends, said her goodbyes, and gotten on a plane for however long it took her
to get the help she needed.
Tara had let the redhead
know that this was something that she had to do for herself, and not for anyone
else. She’d made it clear that she
wouldn’t be waiting for Willow when she did come back, and that Willow
shouldn’t count on, nor use that as her reason for getting the help that she
needed. It had broken Tara’s heart to
see the tears streaming unchecked down her ex-girlfriend’s face, but it was
something that she needed Willow to know before she left the country. She had tears trailing down her own cheeks as
soon as she’d turned and walked away from Willow, closing out that chapter in
her life had been difficult.
A couple days after Willow
had left for England Buffy had sought her out on campus. Tara smiled as she recalled the nervously
fidgeting woman as Buffy stumbled over asking her to move back to the
house. Buffy having explained about not
wanting to leave Dawn alone every night while she went out on patrols, offering
to redecorated her room, or even swap rooms with Tara if she’d be more
comfortable with that.
Though Tara wanted to jump
at the chance, she had been reluctant for obvious reasons, and some not so
obvious that the Slayer probably hadn’t thought of. She’d patted the bed beside her for Buffy to
sit, then leaned back on her hands as she waited for Buffy to decide if she
should sit or not, then watched her fidgeting until she’d finally turned
nervous, worried eyes her way.
“Aside from the need
for someone to be there for Dawn,
and your willingness to do whatever it takes to get me back there…” Tara had hesitated a moment before finishing
with her question. “Is this something
that you’re comfortable with?”
Buffy had frowned, not understanding
Wiccan was asking.
Tara had sat up, turning
sideways and bringing a
knee up on the bed as she faced Buffy.
“We never really gave you a choice before, Buffy. We were just there when we… brought you
back. I know it was difficult for you
with us living there, and it not being by your choice.” She waited a moment for what she was saying
to sink in. “Is my moving back in
something that you want? Not what Dawn wants, not what I want, but
what you want.”
She’d watched as Buffy
had frowned even more, not
having thought about whether she’d wanted the Wiccan there or not, just knowing
that she needed someone, before dropping her eyes as she thought about it. Tara had felt nervous her self as she waited
for the Slayer to come to her own decision on the matter.
She held her breath as Buffy
finally came to a
decision and looked up at her.
nodded slightly with her answer.
“Are you sure?”
Tara let out her held breath with the verifying question.
Buffy nodded again.
“I am. I know…” Buffy sighed and looked down at her hands
that were clasped tightly in her lap. “I
know we never got close, and I know that was my fault, but…” Buffy looked back up at Tara. “I
said it once before, and I’m saying it again
now. You’re family.”
Tara felt her heart skip
a beat when Buffy
reiterated that she was family. She
hadn’t known where she’d stood with the close knit inner circle of friends when
she’d left Willow, other than the movies and burger & shake dates she’d
kept up with Dawn. She reached out and
covered Buffy’s hands, giving them a gentle squeeze. “Thank you.”
Tara spoke over the lump in her throat, blinking back the tears
gathering in her eyes.
Buffy looked down at Tara’s
hand for a moment
before covering it with one of her own.
“I don’t want to lose any more of my family than I already have.”
Tara knew that Buffy was
talking about Giles having
gone back to England, and now Willow having gone there, too. And her relationship with Xander not being
what it was before. Not to mention the major
loss of her mother, to which Tara had her doubts that the Slayer had even had
the chance to grieve over that loss with everything that was going on then. Those thoughts led to thoughts of her own
mother, and her passing. She was still
lost in those thoughts when Buffy spoke again.
“Will you come home?”
Buffy’s grip unconsciously tightened on the
Wiccan’s hand when Tara didn’t answer right away, before looking up at the
Though she’d felt
her hand gripped more firmly, it
taking a moment for her to come back to the present. Blinking and realizing that she’d missed what
the Slayer had said. “What?” She didn’t miss the worry in the hazel eyes
before her as Buffy softly repeated her question.
Buffy nervously licked her
lips before she spoke
again. “Will you come home?”
squeezed Buffy’s hand, putting the frown back on the woman’s face before the
Slayer could finish her smile.
repeated the single word as her brows furrowed.
Tara watched as the Slayer’s
almost as if she was waiting for the other shoe to fall. With her free hand she reached up to smooth
out the crease between the Slayer’s brows.
“I have a couple of stipulations first.”
The wariness crept back into Buffy’s eyes.
Tara nodded and dropped
her hand to cover Buffy’s
over hers. “I get a stipend for housing
with my scholarships. It’s not much,
Buffy shook her head and
opened her mouth to
Tara brought her hand up
to place her index finger
over Buffy’s lips to silence her. “No,
Buffy. This is non-negotiable.” She shook her head slightly that she didn’t
want an argument from the Slayer. “They
allow me so much for housing, and I’d rather give it to you than the
University.” She didn’t tell her that
she’d be adding something to the amount they did allot her. “And I expect you to let me pay my fair share
of certain other things, like food and other household items.” Tara shook her head again as Buffy began to
protest behind her finger still on her lips.
“You’re not paying my way, Buffy.
If I didn’t live at the house, I’d be paying for these things
anyway. Let me help.” Tara knew how strapped the Slayer was for
money. They’d all known when the pipes
had burst and the whole gang was there to hear about the dwindling supply of
money that was left from Joyce’s funds and her insurance benefits.
No one knew about it, but
Tara had money stashed
away that her mother had saved over the years and given to her before she died,
along with the benefits from an insurance policy that she’d secretly kept and
paid for, payable to Tara. Her mother
had wanted her to have the chance to get away, and Tara thanked her for it,
though she’d give it all back to have her mother back. She’d gone so far as to go to the bank and
get a cashier’s check for a chunk of it to offer to Buffy when she’d found out
how dismal the accounts really were, Willow not saying anything until that
time. But she never got the chance to
get the Slayer alone before Giles had saved the day with a check for the
Slayer. She now planned on making up for
some of the money spent on her account that shouldn’t have been. She hadn’t found a way to make up for it
before now, and she planned on seizing the opportunity.
tried a third attempt at a protest.
Tara shook her head again
as she lowered her hand
to cover Buffy’s again.
Buffy growled softly at
the Wiccan letting her know
she wasn’t happy.
Tara gave her a crooked
smile and shrugged. She’d been paying for the groceries and
essentials when she and Willow had lived at the house. Willow handled all the bills using the money
from Buffy’s accounts, but Tara had refused to take anything to pay for what
should rightfully have been theirs to pay for.
Though she knew Willow had no qualms with doing that, and always came up
with some form of answer to justify herself when Tara questioned her about
certain things, like the phone and utilities.
It wasn’t fair that they lived there for free and freely spent what
wasn’t theirs to spend.
Buffy growled again, but
see, wasn’t that easy enough?” Tara
chuckled softly as she lifted her hand for Buffy to shake on the deal.
“Easy for you.”
Buffy mumbled as she released Tara’s hand with one of her own to shake
Tara’s hand to the deal.
Tara pulled her hand back
slightly when Buffy
reached for it. “One other thing...” Tara smiled at the growl she got before Buffy
sighed and looked at her warily again.
“You’re not allowed near the stove unless in times of dire
emergency.” Tara winked at her.
Buffy growl and looked affronted
by the suggestion
before chuckling softly and conceding the point. “Anything else?”
Tara shook her head slightly
as she smiled. “That will do for the moment, but I’m sure
there will be more negotiating along the way.”
how you can call it negotiating when I
didn’t even get to argue the point.”
Buffy grumbled softly as she shook Tara’s hand to seal the deal.
quick and painless, as long as
you don’t argue with me.” Tara winked at
the snarling Slayer as she pulled Buffy forward by the hands they were shaking
with, and placed a soft kiss on the Slayer’s forehead. “Thank you.”
She released Buffy’s hand and impulsively hugged her. “I know that was difficult for you, and I
appreciate you going along with me. I
need to pull my own weight, or we’re going to be butting heads often. So, play along if you don’t want to
pissed off Wiccan on your ass.” Tara kissed
her temple and released her as she pulled back.
“Got it, Slayer?” Tara raised a
brow as she looked at the Slayer.
Although she was smiling she was serious, and she knew Buffy could see
it in her eyes.
push it.” Buffy finally smiled. “Or your ass is back in the dorm.”
Tara laughed and nodded. “Fair enough,
we’ve both been warned.” She smiled as
she leaned back on her hands. “When do
you want me?”
Buffy smiled as she reached
into her pocket,
pulling out a set of keys. “I was hoping
that you’d say yes, so I brought the Jeep.”
Tara’s eyes opened
wide as she looked from the keys
to Buffy’s face, her head slowly turning towards the windows. “Is it still in one piece?” She
grinned as she turned back to find
Buffy’s upper lip snarled up at her question.
chuckled softly as she grinned at Tara.
“Though there may be a few pedestrians still scared out of their wits
and plastered against the side of a building.”
Tara laughed as she sat
up. “I’m hoping that’s where they jumped to get
away from you, and not where you put them with the Jeep.” She winked at Buffy and snatched the keys out
of her hand. “Hope you don’t mind, but I
think I’ll drive on the way home.” She
felt the smile spread across her face with the thought of going home, because
that’s what she thought of the house and the people that lived there, home and
grinned before she shook her head and stood from the bed, looking around the
room. “Where do you want me to start?”
Tara smiled as she
remembered them packing up her belongings, she was going home. And now that home meant so much more to
her. She felt the tears forming in her
eyes as she thought about her feeling for the Slayer. She’d fallen for her, hard, and she didn’t
know what to do about it.