Buffy tilted her head as she looked at the strange boy making mouth sounds at her. Smiling sweetly she raises the branch and hits him over the head, knocking Parker out for the second time that night.

Xander starts to laugh, Willow sighs, and Giles pulls off his glasses cleaning them furiously.

“Umm… Yes, well…” Giles sputters out.

Willow rolls her eyes at his attempt to take control of the situation, before she heads over to Buffy. “No more hitting! Bad Buffy!” Hands on her hips, Willow gives Buffy a stern look.

Buffy grunts at her and kicks at Parker on the ground.

Xander laughs again earning a glare from Willow, he just shrugs and continues to laugh, a goofy grin on his face.

Willow smacks him on the arm. “It’s not funny, Xander!”

“Yeah, it is.” Xander rubs his arm where Willow smacked him.

While those two are bickering, Buffy’s head lifts and tilts as she watches a girl with blonde hair off in the distance hurrying towards campus. Grunting, she takes off after her.

“BUFFY!” Willow calls after the fleeing Slayer.

“I don’t think she should be left alone in her condition.” Giles quickly puts his glasses back on.

“Really?” Willow asks sarcastically as she turns her head to roll her eyes at the Watcher.

Giles coughs embarrassedly, as Xander laughs all the harder.

“We’ll watch her, you take care of them.” Willow points at the van with the other three Neanderthals held within. “Come on, Xan.” Willow takes off after Buffy with a still laughing Xander following behind. “BUFFY! GET BACK HERE!! OH, AND NO HITTING!!” She tacks on as an afterthought.

Well ahead of them, Buffy grunts back over her shoulder at Willow, never slowing her lope towards the blonde and campus.

Tara unaware of being stalked enters her dorm building, and hurries up the stairs to her floor.

Buffy slips through the door as its closing, being brought up short when her branch gets stuck in the door. Grunting, she quickly looks towards the door, then back again to see a fleeting glimpse of the blonde as she turns the corner of the stairs and goes out of sight. Sniffing the air and grunting again, she quickly turns back and yanks on the branch, falling backwards to roll completely back onto her feet. Buffy shakes her head and grunts, sneering at the offending door before quickly turning and heading up the stairs the blonde had climbed.

Sniffing the air, Buffy hesitates as she comes to the first floor up. Not seeing the blonde, she grunts in frustration as her brows furrow and she sniffs again. Continuing up to the next floor, Buffy spots the blonde and hurries down the hall after her.

Tara not seeing or hearing the Slayer coming up behind her opens her door and steps into her room. Squeaking out in surprise, she jumps back and into her door as a blur rushes past her. Tara holds onto the door for balance as she follows the blur with her eyes.

Buffy rushes past Tara into her room and goes over near the far wall. Squatting down on her haunches, she sniffs the air and grunts softly.

Tara just stares wide eyed at the… girl across the room.

Buffy tilts her head, seemingly studying the blondes face before grunting softly. “Girl, pretty.”

Tara blinks in surprise, not so much at the words, but at the Slayer in general. She quickly turns her head as she hears someone running down the hall and sliding to a stop outside her door.

“BUFFY!” Willow pants out as she grabs the opening to stop her momentum before collapsing against the doorframe. “Sorry!” Willow briefly looks at the blonde before turning back to Buffy. “Bad Buffy!” Willow shakes a finger at the Slayer, stern look once again in place.

Buffy grunts and snarls up one side of her mouth at Willow before grunting again.

Tara, who had a quick flash of recognition when she’d turned to the redhead in her doorway, quickly turned back to stare wide eyed at Buffy.

“Come on, Buffy. Let’s leave the nice girl alone and go back to our room.” Willow waved Buffy towards the door.

Buffy grunted and looked back at the blonde. “Girl, pretty.” She grunted again but didn’t move as she and Tara stared at each other.

Willow finally looked at the blonde, tilting her head as she tried to place her. “Don’t I know you?”

Tara turned her head towards Willow and nodded once.

Willow’s brow furrowed for a moment before she placed the girl. “OH! The Wicca meeting.” She smiled at her. “I’m Willow, by the way.” She started to hold her hand out to the blonde.

Buffy grunted loudly and moved swiftly to slap Willow’s hand away.

“HEY!” Willow looked down in surprise at Buffy. “That wasn’t nice!” She glared at the Slayer as she rubbed her hand.

Buffy grunted loudly again, sneering at Willow as she moved between the two women.

Just then Xander came running down the hall doing the same thing Willow had done to stop, quickly stepping into the doorway.

Tara squeaked again surprised by the sudden movement, and jumped back another step as she looked wide eyed at the newcomer.

Buffy growled loudly baring her teeth as she swung the branch at Xander, it landing harmlessly against the floor as he jumped back in surprise.

“HEY! Willow said no hitting! Bad Buffy!” Xander glared down at the squatting Slayer, shaking a finger at her.

Buffy grunted and swung at his feet again.

“HEY!” Xander backed up a bit more.

Buffy grunted easing backward toward the blonde behind her as she glared at the two standing in the doorway.

Willow shook her head and stepped forward a step. “Come on, Buffy.” Only to stop when Buffy growled and swung at her feet with the branch.

Buffy grunted as Willow stopped, she continued to back towards the blonde.

Tara stepped back as Buffy backed towards her.

Xander chuckled as he watched only to be smacked by Willow again. “Hey!” He rubbed his arm. “Why’s everyone keep hitting me?” He looked down at Buffy. “Or trying to?”

Buffy grunted at him.

Willow just rolled her eyes as she looked up at the blonde. “I don’t think she’ll hurt you.”

Tara looked up with a raised brow at Willow.

Willow shrugged and smiled at her. “She seems to be protecting you, umm…” Willow searched her memory for a name.

“T-tara.” The blonde supplied the name for her. Looking back down, slightly scared as Buffy bumped into her legs.

Buffy tilted her head back to look up at Tara when she finally reached her. “Girl, pretty.” She grunted softly and smiled as she fell over backwards. Landing with a grunt she kept rolling until she was back on her feet. Shaking her head and grunting, she looked up at Tara and smiled.

Tara couldn’t help the chuckle that came from her at the comical display.

Buffy tilted her head as she listened to the sound from the blonde, grunting softly as she stared.

Xander lightly smacked Willow’s arm. “How come you aren’t hitting her for laughing?”

Willow just reached over and smacked him for the question, smiling at Tara as she turned their way.

“You’ll have to forgive Xander, his manners are worse than hers.” She pointed towards Buffy.

Tara gave them a small smile before looking back down as Buffy bumped into her leg.

Buffy sniffed the side of Tara’s hip and grunted. “Girl, smell nice.” She sniffed again and then leaned against Tara’s leg.

“Buffy!” Willow blushed as her eyes opened wide in shock at the Slayer.

Xander just chuckled and stepped out of Willow’s reach as her hand came at him. “Na-na!” He smirked at Willow as he continued to chuckle. “You have to admit, it’s funny, Wil. How often do we get to see Cave Sla… OWW!!”

Willow smacked him as she turned a partial shocked, partial nervous ‘watch what you say’ look at him.

Xander glared at her for a moment before he realized what he’d almost said, looking quickly towards Tara with wide eyes. “I mean… umm… Cave Buffy. Yeah, Cave Buffy.” He nodded to himself. “Don’t ever see that.” He looked hopefully back at Willow.

Tara’s brows furrowed as she tried to figure out what was going on. She looked back down at Buffy when the Slayer started rubbing her cheek against her hip.

Buffy smiled up at Tara, holding the branch up to her and grunting softly.

Tara raised a brow and slowly took the branch from Buffy.

Buffy sniffed at Tara one more time before she turned and looked around the room. Making her way over to Tara’s bed, Buffy climbed up on it and sniffed the pillow then grunted softly. “Girl, smell nice.” She buried her face in the pillow for a moment before sniffing at the bedspread. Grunting, she grabbed the side of the bedspread and rolled herself up in it.

Xander started laughing again, Tara joining him.

Buffy grunted poking her head out of the covers as she heard the blonde laughing. She watched in fascination the look of amusement on Tara’s face and in her eyes, cocking her head to the side as she spoke.

“S-someone care to t-tell me what’s g-going on?” Tara quickly looked towards Willow and Xander as she spoke before turning back to smile at Buffy.

“We-we’ll just be taking her out of your room, Tara.” Willow headed towards the bed and Buffy.

Buffy growled and slipped out of the covers, quickly avoiding Willow as she headed back over to Tara.

Xander started laughing again.

Willow twirled around to glare at him. “You could help, you know?”

Xander shrugged and grinned at Willow as he continued to laugh. Seeing the look on her face he laughed harder and took a step towards Buffy.

Buffy growled and hid behind Tara, wrapping her arms around her thighs and grunting softly as she peeked around her hip.

Tara chuckled and looked down at Buffy. “You will, huh?” She smirked as she looked amusedly back up at Willow.

Willow sighed. “Come on, Buffy.” She took another step towards them.

Buffy grunted loudly and hid her head back behind Tara as she held on a little tighter.

Tara started laughing again, causing the Slayer to peek around her as she looked up at her. Tara grinned down at Buffy. “I don’t think she wants to go.” She turned to smile at Willow. “W-what’s g-going on?” She asked again, not having noticed her stutter disappeared as she was looking at Buffy.

Willow sighed and looked to a shrugging Xander.

“She may be the only way to get Buffy out of here, Wil.” He shrugged again.

Willow sighed and stepped back to plop down on the bed.

Buffy grunted loudly, growling as she started towards Willow.

“WHOA!” Tara reached out and grabbed Buffy’s shoulder, looking towards Willow.

Buffy looked up at Tara and grunted softly as she was stopped. Then she turned and grunted loudly, growling at Willow again.

Willow quickly stood back up, eyes wide as she looked at the Slayer.

Buffy grunted as she moved back beside Tara, still watching Willow closely.

Xander chuckled softly, stopping as Willow glared at him.

Buffy leaned against Tara’s side, rubbing her cheek against her hip.

Tara chuckled and rubbed the Slayer’s shoulder.

Buffy pressed more heavily into Tara’s side, grunting softly.

Willow threw her hands up in the air in exasperation. “Fine!” She stepped over beside Xander again, smacking him as he laughed. “You’re a big help!”

Xander growled at her as he rubbed his arm.

“Don’t you start, too!” Willow rolled her eyes before looking over at Tara and Buffy.

Tara chuckled softly and continued to rub Buffy’s shoulder.

Buffy looked up at Tara and grunted softly as she reached up and took her hand, slowly leading her over to the bed.

Tara raised a brow and smiled down at the Slayer, setting the branch against the nightstand, and letting her backpack fall off her shoulder to place on the floor.

Buffy watched with a tilted head before climbing back on the bed pulling Tara behind her, grunting softly.

Tara chuckled and sat down on the bed.

Buffy moved up close behind her, sniffing her hair and grunting softly as she continued to hold Tara’s hand. “Girl, smell nice.” Buffy buried her face in Tara’s hair.

Tara started laughing softly as she looked over to a grinning Xander and a shocked Willow.

Xander started to chuckle softly, holding up a hand to ward off the hand he knew would be coming at him.

Willow absently swung at Xander, turning to frown when he stopped her hand.

He shrugged and grinned at her.

Willow sighed and turned back towards the bed. “Long story, short. She drank enchanted beer, turned into a Neanderthal, but seems to be harmless.” She glared at Buffy, who had her chin resting on Tara’s shoulder.

Buffy grunted when Willow glared at her and moved closer against Tara’s back.

Tara smiled and turned her head to look at Buffy as she spoke softly. “Behave, you.”

Buffy turned her head as Tara did, grunting softly at her she leaned her forehead against Tara’s.

Tara chuckled and nudged Buffy’s head away gently.

Buffy grunted softly and laid her head on Tara’s shoulder, sniffing her hair and neck before bringing her other hand up to play with the blonde locks.

Tara wrinkled her nose slightly at the smell of smoke on the Slayer, before looking back at Willow. “She s-smells like smoke?” She raised a brow in question.

Willow nodded. “There was a fire at one of the coffee shops. She kinda saved me and a couple other people.” Willow shrugged.

Tara’s eyes opened wide in surprise as she turned her head to look at Buffy again. “Did anyone get hurt?” She looked into Buffy’s hazel eyes in wonder. “And was this before, or after the beer?”

Buffy grunted and smiled at Tara. “Want beer!” She grunted again.

Tara smiled and shook her head. “No more beer for you, Sweetie.”

Buffy grunted again. “Want!”

Tara shook her head. “No. You can have water, no beer.”

Buffy growled softly and poked her lower lip out. “Want.” She repeated softly.

“No.” Tara smiled at her before turning back to Willow with a raised brow again.

Willow shook her head. “You might not want to mention that word.” She smiled at Tara. “No one got hurt.” She jerked her head around when Xander snorted.

Xander grinned and shrugged. “Parker’s a no one.”

Willow turned back to Tara and rolled her eyes. “No one got hurt by the fire.” She looked towards the branch against the nightstand. “And you might want to keep that away from her.”

Tara looked at the branch and back to a widely grinning Xander, who nodded his head.

Tara’s eyes opened a bit wider in surprise.

“Twice.” Xander started to laugh. “Guy was a jerk, and deserved to be knocked out.”

Willow sighed and dropped her head.

Tara chuckled softly. “S-she knocked him out… t-twice?”

Xander nodded happily as he laughed. “It was great. OWW!” He rubbed his arm but kept laughing.

Tara grinned at him. “You should be g-grateful she doesn’t have the b-branch.” She chuckled and nodded towards Willow.

Xander’s eyes opened wide, looking at Willow as she slowly lifted her head to smile sweetly at him. “Love you, Wils.” Xander smiled hopefully at her.

Tara chuckled and turned her head to a grunting Slayer. “You won’t hurt me, will you?” She smiled a lopsided smile at Buffy.

Buffy grunted and watched Tara’s mouth in fascination. “No hurt. Girl, pretty. Girl, smell nice.” Buffy grunted softly as she smiled when Tara chuckled.

“Thank you.” She brought a hand up to brush the hair off Buffy’s face.

Buffy lifted Tara’s hair and put it over her own face as she sniffed and grunted. “Smell nice.”

Tara chuckled and turned amused eyes back to Xander and Willow. “She can s-stay here until she s-sobers up. I-if you w-want?” Tara blushed slightly. “I d-don’t think she’ll h-hurt me.”

Xander put a hand on Willow’s shoulder. “Saves getting smacked, or having to chase after her, again, Wil.”

Willow looked at Xander before looking questioningly back at Tara. “Are you sure, Tara?”

Tara nodded. “She’s f-fine.” She smiled at them.

Willow nodded slightly. “It will save a fight, I’m sure. She’s basically harmless. She’ll pick through your hair and smell you, but you already know that.” Willow smiled at Tara. “And unless someone goes near you apparently, she’s pretty docile.” Willow tilted her head as she watched Buffy play with Tara’s hair. Shaking her head after a moment she looked back at Tara. “It’s up to you?”

Tara smiled and turned to look at Buffy. “She can stay.” She looked back at Willow. “She’ll p-probably pass out soon, anyway.” She chuckled softly as the Slayer grunted and pressed against her more heavily.

Willow rolled her eyes and smiled at Tara. “You and your hair hope she does.” She chuckled softly. “Thanks, Tara. I’ll leave my number.” She turned towards Tara’s desk and grabbed a pen. “I’m just over in Stevenson Hall if there’s a problem.” She turned back to smile at Tara. “I can be here in a couple of minutes if there is.”

Tara nodded. “I don’t t-think there will be.” She smiled at them before turning to Buffy. “Right, Buffy?”

Buffy smiled and grunted as she covered her face with Tara’s hair again.

Tara chuckled and turned to wink at the two by the door. “We’ll be f-fine.”

Xander grinned and shook his head. “Wish we had a camera with us tonight.”

Willow smacked him on the stomach. “She’d kick your ass if you took pictures of her.” She shook her head and pushed him out the door. “Thanks, Tara. Call if you need anything.”

Xander snorted. “Yeah, like ropes or chains to tie her down.” He started laughing again when Willow smacked him.

Willow shook her head and turned to Tara. “You’ll have to forgive him. Sometimes his brain stays home where the rest of him should have stayed, also.” She smiled at Tara.

“HEY! I resemble that remark.” Xander chuckled out in the hallway.

Willow rolled her eyes. “Be good, Buffy!” Willow narrowed her eyes at the Slayer.

Buffy grunted and went back to playing with Tara’s hair.

Tara chuckled. “She’ll be good. G-goodnight, Willow.” She smiled at Willow and called a bit louder. “’N-night, Xander!”

“’Night, Tara. It was nice meeting you!” Xander called back and then stepped up to grin over Willow’s shoulder. “’Night, Buffster!”

Buffy grunted and continued what she was doing.

Willow shook her head. “Good luck. ‘Night, Tara.” She pushed back into Xander behind her and shut the door.

Tara chuckled and looked toward Buffy, smiling softly. “What have I gotten myself into, huh?” She chuckled again when Buffy grunted softly and looked up at her.

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Buffy and Tara stared at each other for a few minutes. Tara finally blinked, chuckling softly.

Buffy grunted softly in reply.

Tara smiled at her. “You’re a woman of very few words…” Tara’s brow furrowed slightly. “Or sounds for that matter, aren’t you?” She chuckled softly again.

Buffy’s eyes traveled down to Tara’s lips every time she spoke or laughed. Grunting softly Buffy looked back up into Tara’s eyes. “Girl, pretty.” She grunted again.

Tara blushed slightly. “You think so, huh?

Buffy grunted.

Tara smiled and chuckled. “So I’m Miss America material, huh?”

Buffy grunted softly again.

Tara grinned. “You’re good for a girl’s ego, you know that Cave Buffy?”

Buffy grunted. “Buffy good.”

Tara nodded slightly. “Buffy is good.” Tara reached up brushing some hair back off the Slayer’s cheek.

Buffy grunted and moved some of Tara’s hair over her face.

Tara grinned. “Is this going to be our new game? I move the hair away, and you put it back.” She brushed the hair aside again.

Buffy grunted and put it back.

Tara grunted and moved it, smiling at her.

Buffy raised a brow and grunted.

Tara grunted back.

Buffy grunted again.

Before Tara had a chance to grunt, Buffy’s head snapped towards the door. Before Tara knew what was happening, Buffy was gone.

Buffy released Tara’s hand and was off the bed and by the door.

Tara blinked and looked again, but sure enough, Buffy wasn’t beside her anymore. Quickly turning towards the door she saw Buffy squatting down and sniffing towards the door. Both of Tara’s brows rose, eyes opening wide as knock came from the other side.

Buffy grunted and growled softly at the door, looking it up and down as if trying to figure out how to get at whatever was on the other side.

Tara finally shook her head slightly and stood, walking to the door.

Buffy grunted and moved in front of Tara.

Tara chuckled as she watched the Slayer. “You’re my own personal guard… cavewoman, huh?”

Buffy looked up and grunted before growling at the door again.

“Easy, Cavewoman.” Tara placed a hand on Buffy’s shoulder and backed her up a bit, though Buffy didn’t want to budge at first.

Buffy looked up at Tara when she felt her urge her away, grunting softly.

Tara smiled at her. “It’s okay, Buffy, just someone returning my notes.” Tara smiled down at her. “I think.” She whispered as she reached for the door just as another knock came.

“Tara?” Someone softly called from the other side.

Buffy growled again.

Tara smiled and pushed Buffy further back. “It’s okay, she’s a friend.” Tara watched Buffy tilt her head slightly as she looked at her, she sighed and tacked on softly. “Don’t hurt her, please.” She squeezed Buffy’s shoulder and stepped partially in front of her.

Buffy grunted at the move and moved off to Tara’s side.

Tara shook her head. “No hitting.” She narrowed her eyes at the Slayer.

Buffy growled and then grunted softly.

Tara kept her hand on Buffy’s shoulder as she turned and opened the door. “Hi, Kelly.” She squeezed Buffy’s shoulder a bit and slid a leg in front of her as she felt the Slayer start to move forward.

“Hi, T. Notes, as promised.” Kelly smiled and held out the notebook.

Faster than Tara could put her hand out, a growling Buffy reached up and snatched the notebook.

Kelly jumped back in surprise as it was snatched out of her hand. “JESUS!” Her eyes finally traveled down to Buffy not having noticed her.

Tara’s head snapped down when Buffy grabbed the notebook. “BUFFY!”

Buffy’s head snapped up to look at Tara when she heard her name harshly called and backed up a bit.

Tara quickly looked back up at Kelly for a moment. “S-sorry, Kel.” She smiled embarrassedly before turning back to Buffy, holding out her hand for the notebook. “Can I have my notebook, please?”

Buffy looked down at the notebook and back to Tara.

Tara nodded slightly.

Buffy grunted and sniffed the notebook.

“Yes, it’s mine.” Tara chuckled softly.

Buffy grunted and held the notebook out to Tara.

Tara gave her a crooked smile as she took it. “Thank you.”

Buffy grunted softly, still looking up at Tara. “Girl, pretty.”

Tara blushed when she heard Kelly chuckling softly, turning to see her grinning at her.

“Hot date?” Kelly wiggled her brows at Tara.

Tara chuckled and shook her head. “Could do w-worse.” Tara blushed another shade of red but grinned at Kelly. “This is what h-happens when you i-imbibe too much in your favorite b-beverage.”

“Hey! I like my beer!” Kelly laughed.

“Want beer!” Buffy grunted loudly.

Tara rolled her eyes at Kelly. “You had to m-mention it.” She turned back to Buffy. “No beer.”

Buffy grunted again. “Want beer!”

Tara grunted back at her. “No more beer for you.”

“Want beer!” Buffy growled softly.

“No!” Tara shook her head. “And no growling at me!” Tara narrowed her eyes at the Slayer.

Buffy grunted at her and dropped her head.

Kelly snorted and chuckled softly. “This is too funny.”

Tara chuckled softly and looked up at Kelly. “T-this could be you, Kel.” She grinned at her.

Kelly snorted and shook her head. “I’ve never gotten that bad.”

Buffy grunted and took off out of the room.

“Shit!” Tara tossed the notebook on the desk and quickly stepped out of the room. “BUFFY!”

Buffy stopped by the stairs, looked over her shoulder at Tara and grunted before taking off down them.

“GODDESS! BUFFY, COME BACK HERE!” Tara called out to her and took off after her.

Kelly started laughing. “GOOD LUCK, T!”

“THANKS!” Tara grinned over her shoulder as she started down the stairs.

Kelly looked at Tara’s still open door and sighed. “Damn! Does she have her key?” Sighing again she leaned up against the wall to wait. “Hope this doesn’t take too long.”

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Tara reached the bottom of the stairs in time to see the door closing and Buffy disappear from sight. “BUFFY!” She ran towards the door, slowing her effort when Buffy suddenly appeared at the top of the stairs again rushing towards the door. Tara came to a stop and burst out laughing when the Slayer slammed into the door and bounced backwards landing on her ass with a stunned look on her face.

Buffy grunted and got up approaching the door more carefully this time, placing her hand on it and trying to push it open.

Tara chuckled as she watched, approaching from the other side.

Buffy looked up at Tara and grunted through the glass as she still tried to open the door.

Tara grinned and slowly pushed the door open, backing Buffy away from it as she did. “Doesn’t work the same coming in as going out, huh?”

Buffy grunted as she looked from the door to Tara. Growling and glaring at the door as she stayed as far away from it as possible to get back in.

Tara laughed as she watched the Slayer turn and grunt at the door again after she was inside. “Bad door!” Tara couldn’t help grinning as Buffy moved next to her still growling at the door. She placed a hand on Buffy’s shoulder giving it a gentle squeeze. “Where did you run off to, Sweetie?”

Buffy looked up at Tara and grunted then held up a flower for her.

Tara’s eyes opened wide not having noticed the flower before. She started laughing as a clump of dirt fell off the roots before reaching for the flower. “Thank you, Sweetie.” She took the flower and held out her other hand for Buffy. “Let’s get back up to the room before we get caught with the stolen goods.” She smiled down at Buffy.

Buffy grunted softly and took Tara’s hand, turning her head to growl at the door one more time before pulling on Tara’s hand and leading the way back to the stairs.

Tara chuckled softly and let the Slayer lead her back to the room.

Kelly smiled as she saw Tara come up the stairs. “Find… I guess so.” She chuckled as she saw Buffy’s head come into view. “I didn’t know if you had your key. I didn’t want to lock you out or leave your door open.”

Buffy started growling softly as she saw Kelly.

Tara smiled at her. “Thanks.” She squeezed Buffy’s hand a bit. “Behave, Buffy.” She smiled down at her.

Buffy looked up and grunted, stepping slightly ahead of Tara she continued to growl, but softer.

Tara shook her head and grinned at Kelly.

Kelly started laughing when she saw the flower in Tara’s hand. “So, this is a hot date, huh?” She wiggled her brows and grinned at Tara.

Tara blushed and shook her head. “Or an a-apology.” She smiled at Kelly.

Buffy grunted softly, keeping her eyes on Kelly, a barely heard growl coming from her.

“What’s next, clubbing you over the head and tossing you over her shoulder to take back to the cave?” Kelly chuckled softly as she pushed off the wall.

Buffy tilted her head and grunted as she started to release Tara’s hand, taking a step towards the room.

Tara gripped Buffy’s hand tighter, pulling her back. “Oh, no you don’t. No club and no hitting.”

Buffy grunted and looked up at Tara. “No hit?”

Tara shook her head. “No. No more hitting.”

Buffy grunted and pressed against Tara’s leg, resting her head against her hip.

Tara smiled down at her and shook her head. Releasing Buffy’s hand she pushed the hair back off her forehead. “How’s your head, Sweetie?”

Buffy grunted as she looked up at Tara, still leaning against her.

Tara winced slightly when she saw the lump on her forehead. “That will add to the hangover headache.”

Buffy grunted softly again reaching up to run a dirty hand over her forehead. Grunting softly as she flinched when she passed over the lump.

Kelly smiled at Tara. “Bureau diving?” She chuckled when Tara blushed.

Tara chuckled softly and shook her head. “She found out the h-hard way that the door doesn’t open the s-same way coming in as g-going out.” She started to laugh softly. “Knocked her on her ass. Huh?” Tara smiled down at Buffy as she ran her fingers through her hair.

Buffy grunted softly and closed her eyes as she started to growl softly, leaning more heavily into Tara as she enjoyed the caress.

Tara smiled and shook her head. “Let’s get some ice on that as soon as we clean you up a bit, Sweetie.” Tara lightly caressed her cheek before running her fingers through her hair again.

Buffy grunted softly, but other than that didn’t move or open her eyes.

Kelly smiled as she watched the interaction between the two. She wondered if Tara even noticed the loss of her stutter when she spoke to the… woman. She chuckled softly to herself when she settled on the word. “I’ll see you later, T.” She winked at Tara when she looked up at her, a soft smile still on her face. “I think you’ve got your work cut out for you with that one.” She wiggled her brows. “I want details, Girlfriend! Details!” She repeated as she started to laugh as she walked away.

Tara shook her head and chuckled as she watched Kelly leave. Then she smiled down at the Slayer who still hadn’t moved, but kept grunting softly every time she ran her fingers through her hair. Tara tilted her head slightly as she studied the Slayer’s face. ‘You definitely are beautiful.’ She shook the thought away as she shook her head. ‘Damn you, Kelly!’ She chuckled softly. “Come on, Sweetie. Let’s get you cleaned up.” She caressed Buffy’s cheek until she opened her eyes.

Buffy grunted softly and pressed into Tara’s hand, finally opening her eyes to look up at her, she grunted again.

Tara smiled down at her and grunted herself.

Buffy grunted again.

Tara chuckled and placed her hand on Buffy’s shoulder, urging her towards the room. “Come on, Sweetie.”

Buffy let herself be led to the room as she continued to look up at Tara, only turning her head when she heard something.

Tara stopped by the wastebasket and pinched off the roots and dirt from her flower.

Buffy looked into the trash then back to the flower, grunting softly she headed towards the bed.

Tara followed her and set the flower on the nightstand before turning to Buffy. She smiled and caressed her cheek again. “Let me get a towel and washcloth to clean you up.” Tara smiled as Buffy grunted and leaned into her hand. She gently caressed her cheek as she pulled her hand away and headed toward her closet.

Buffy picked up the flower as Tara walked away putting it to her nose, she sniffed and grunted softly. “Smell nice.”

Tara turned her head and smiled as she opened the closet door.

Buffy continued sniffing before cocking her head and looking at the flower. Grunting softly she placed it near her mouth.

Tara turned just in time to see Buffy grunt, open her mouth and bite into the petals. She covered her mouth to keep from laughing as she watched.

Buffy chewed a couple times before her face screwed up in disgust, glaring at the flower she tossed it back on the nightstand as her tongue came out. Buffy kept wiggling her tongue trying to get the petals off. She looked up at Tara with a stricken, pleading look in her eyes as she continued to try to dislodge the offending object, using her upper lip to scrape over her tongue.

Tara couldn’t help the laugh that came from her as she shook her head and went to help the Slayer. “What am I going to do with you, Sweetie?” She chuckled as she used the corner of the washcloth to remove the partially chewed petals. “But you are good for entertainment value.” She chuckled and smiled at Buffy who still had her tongue hanging out. “Come on, Sweetie.” Tara placed a hand on Buffy’s shoulder urging her off the bed. “Let’s see if we can’t get rid of that taste for you.”

Buffy stepped off the bed and followed Tara.

Tara stopped at her desk, opened a drawer and found a new toothbrush. She then grabbed her toiletries bag and stepped over to the door, turning back to see Buffy experimentally pulling open the drawer and closing it.

Buffy furrowed her brows as the drawer opened, peeking inside she closed it again, only to pull it back open.

Tara chuckled. “Come on, Sweetie.” She opened the door and held out her hand to Buffy.

Buffy grunted softly and quickly stuck her tongue out again when she brought it back into her mouth getting another taste of the petals. After that she hurried to take Tara’s hand.

Tara chuckled and led her from the room using her foot to pull the door closed behind them.

Buffy watched as the door closed. Tilting her head she reached out and pushed, grunting when it didn’t open. She looked up at Tara and pushed again, grunting when nothing happened.

Tara smiled down at her. “We’ll come back in a few minutes, Sweetie. Right now let’s go get you cleaned up, and get rid of that nasty taste in your mouth.” Tara gently pulled on the Slayer’s hand as she headed towards the bathroom.

Buffy grunted and kept looking from Tara back to the closed door as they traveled down the hall. Grunting, she stopped and tugged lightly on Tara’s hand as Tara pushed open the bathroom door.

Tara looked down at Buffy. “What, Sweetie?”

Buffy grunted and looked back at Tara’s door, taking a step and tugging on Tara’s hand again.

“No, Sweetie. We’ll go back to the room in a few minutes.” Tara urged Buffy towards the bathroom door.

Buffy grunted, not taking her eyes off Tara’s door as she was led into the bathroom. Growling as the door closed and she lost sight of the other door, Buffy tried pushing the door open only to bang her head again with a grunt and a whimper.

Tara sighed and shook her head. “Goddess, help me.” She walked over to set her things on the shelf above the sinks. Turning back to Buffy, she watched as she studied the door.

Trying to push it open to no avail, Buffy then ran a finger along the crack of the door. Cocking her head to the side Buffy looked the whole door over, checking out the hinges before she reached up for the pull handle. Pulling slightly on the handle the door opened about an inch. Buffy grunted and peeked out the crack, grunting again when she could see Tara’s door. She pulled a little harder and hit herself in the head with the door, grunting and plopping down on her ass. She reached up to her forehead and whimpered when she touched the painful spot.

Tara chuckled softly and walked over to Buffy. Smiling down at her she held out her hand. “You’re going to have more lumps than Momma’s mashed potatoes.”

Buffy grunted softly as she looked pitifully up at Tara, tongue still sticking out, and reaching up to take her hand.

Tara was surprised when the Slayer got back to her feet without help but still holding her hand lightly. Tara winced a bit when she brushed Buffy’s hair off her forehead seeing the new lumps forming. “You’re definitely going to have a headache after those, Sweetie.” Tara ran her fingers through the Slayer’s hair. She then whispered softly as she placed her hand over the lock on the door, hearing a click as it locked. “Come on, Sweetie. No more doors for you for a while.” Tara smiled and led Buffy over by the sinks.

Tara released Buffy’s hand with a gentle squeeze as she spoke to her. “I don’t suppose you know how to brush your teeth, huh?” She opened the new toothbrush and rinsed it off before putting toothpaste on it. Setting the toothpaste on the shelf she turned to Buffy, squatting to her level. “Do you know what this is, and how to use it?” She smiled as Buffy leaned forward and sniffed it. “I’ll take that as a no, then.” Tara chuckled softly and sighed. “This should be fun.” She slowly brought the toothbrush to Buffy’s mouth, lightly pressing the toothpaste against Buffy’s tongue and pulling it away.

Buffy grunted and pulled her tongue into her mouth as she looked at Tara. Cocking her head slightly as the flavor hit her taste buds.

Tara smiled at her. “Much better than the flower, isn’t it, Sweetie?”

Buffy moved her tongue around her mouth before swallowing. Grunting softly she stuck out her tongue and leaned forward towards the toothbrush.

Tara chuckled and placed the toothbrush on Buffy’s tongue again, gently stroking back and forth over it.

Buffy grunted as her eyes widened a bit at the tickling touch but didn’t pull away.

After a moment Tara moved the brush up along Buffy’s teeth, chuckling as Buffy pulled her tongue in and grinned as she pulled her lips back out of the way. “Think you can do this yourself, Sweetie?” Tara reached for Buffy’s hand, putting the toothbrush in it and guiding it up to her mouth. She guided her for a moment then released her hand.

Buffy grunted when Tara let go, the brush stopping. She pulled it away from her mouth to look at before looking back to Tara, grunting softly and sticking it in her mouth to stroke over her tongue again.

Tara smiled at her and ran her fingers through Buffy’s hair. “I suppose that’s better than nothing. Let’s see how you are at monkey see, monkey do?” Tara stood and got her own toothbrush out. She turned to face the Slayer and started brushing her own teeth.

Buffy cocked her head as she watched Tara then did a sloppy imitation.

Tara smiled around her toothbrush as she watched the Slayer. After a couple minutes Tara turned back to the sink and rinsed her mouth and toothbrush out. Turning back to Buffy she chuckled, Buffy was licking the toothpaste off her hand. “I take it you like that, huh?”

Buffy grunted and stuck the toothbrush back in her mouth, releasing it and chewing on it as it sat in her mouth.

Tara shook her head and smiled at her. “Can I have that?” She reached out and gently tugged on the toothbrush.

Buffy grunted and clamped down tight pulling her head back slightly.

“I’ll take that as a no.” Tara released the toothbrush, turning back to the sink she wet the washcloth and grabbed the soap.

Buffy grunted softly as Tara turned back to her, her eyes checking out what Tara had now.

Tara reached for the toothbrush again. “Can I have that now?” She gently tugged again.

Buffy released the toothbrush and watched as Tara rinsed it off and set it on the shelf.

“I suppose rinsing isn’t necessary, huh?” Tara grinned as Buffy was collecting the toothpaste around her mouth with her tongue.

Buffy grunted as she pulled her tongue back in her mouth. She leaned forward and sniffed at the soap in Tara’s hand, grunting again. “Smell nice.” She moved to bite it.

Tara pulled the soap away from Buffy shaking her head. “Smell nice, taste bad.”

Buffy grunted and went after it again, Tara moving it away.

“Trust me, Sweetie. You don’t want to do that.” Tara shook her head again.

Buffy grunted and growled softly reaching for the soap.

Tara pulled it away and sighed. “You asked for it.” She set the washcloth on the side of the sink and rinsed her hand before grabbing the toothpaste. Turning back to a still growling Buffy she squatted down in front of her. “Stick out your tongue.” Tara stuck hers out and Buffy followed suit. Tara lightly tapped the edge of the soap on Buffy’s tongue.

Buffy brought her tongue into her mouth only to grunt and stick it back out with a scrunched up face.

Tara chuckled softly. “I tried to warn you, Sweetie.” She set the soap on the washcloth, popping open the toothpaste. She placed a small dab on her rinsed fingertip, smiling at the Slayer as she dabbed it on her tongue.

Buffy pulled her tongue back into her mouth, recognizing the flavor she quickly wrapped her lips around Tara’s finger.

Tara’s eyes opened wide, surprised by the move. She moaned softly as Buffy sucked on her finger and swirled her tongue around it. Tara closed her eyes and whispered. “Goddess, help me, she’s going to kill me!” She moaned again as a shiver ran through her. Opening her eyes she looked into Buffy’s before slowly pulling her finger from Buffy’s mouth.

Buffy grunted softly as she watched Tara close her eyes again.

Tara took a deep breath and slowly released it as she got her body under control again. Opening her eyes to find Buffy’s head cocked to the side watching her. Tara chuckled softly. “Let’s get you cleaned up, Sweetie. Then we’ll put some ice on that head of yours.” Tara stood up, mumbling as she did. “I could use some myself right now.” She looked into her darkly aroused eyes in the mirror as she put the toothpaste back and shook her head with a soft whimper. “Goddess, help me.” She took another deep breath and rinsed off her hands and the washcloth. Turning back to Buffy she looked down at her upturned face and smiled. “You have no idea what you just did to me, do you?”

Buffy tilted her head and grunted softly.

Tara grunted in reply. “I didn’t think so.” She soaped up the washcloth and set the soap in its opened case. Holding out a hand for Buffy’s, she gently tugged her up to stand. “Stand up, Sweetie.”

Buffy slowly stood, still watching Tara closely.

Tara guided Buffy in front of her and turned her towards the sink.

Buffy looked up and saw their reflections in the mirror, grunting in surprise as she started to growl softly pressing back into Tara.

Tara smiled and squeezed Buffy’s waist. “Easy, Sweetie. That’s us.” Tara leaned her head against Buffy’s. Then reached up and tapped the tip of her nose. “See? It’s just us.”

Buffy, still pressing back into Tara, reached out and touched the mirror image of Tara. Grunting and quickly pulling her hand back a little before touching it again.

Tara smiled and then snapped her teeth at Buffy’s fingers in the mirror image.

Buffy grunted as she jumped back into Tara, pulling her hand back quickly.

Tara laughed and squeezed her waist again. “It can’t hurt you, Sweetie.”

Buffy tilted her head slightly one way and then the other, all the time watching her image in the mirror. Slowly reaching out to touch her own reflection, Buffy stuck her tongue out and tried to lick her fingers, grunting when nothing happened.

Tara smiled as she watched Buffy testing out the mirror, nipping at the Slayer’s fingers when she poked them by Tara’s image.

Buffy grunted, a smile coming to her face as she left her fingers there this time, not jumping away like the last.

Tara chuckled softly. “I think you get it now that it can’t hurt you. Time to wash up, Sweetie.”

Buffy grunted as she pulled her hand away, stopping midway and reaching back for the toothpaste.

“Oh, no you don’t!” Tara reached out and took the toothpaste from Buffy.

“Buffy like!” Buffy grunted and growled softly as she tried to grab it again.

Tara pulled it away again, whimpering softly when Buffy turned with pleading eyes and a pout to look at her.

“Buffy like.” She whimpered herself with a soft grunt, her lower lip poking out even further.

Tara whimpered and tilted her head back, closing her eyes as she whispered. “Goddess, why me? She’s killing me, here!” Sighing, she tilted her head forward and slowly opened her eyes.

Buffy was gently stroking a finger over the tube and Tara’s fingers as she grunted softly.

Tara shook her head and sighed. “You’re not supposed to eat this stuff, Sweetie.” She tossed the washcloth in the sink and turned on the water. Rinsing her hand off, Tara dried it on the towel on the shelf, and then found a cap that she used as a stopper in the sink. Turning to Buffy as the sink filled, she opened the toothpaste. “No more after this, okay. You’re going to get sick eating it.” She went to reach for Buffy’s hand, thinking better of using the dirty fingers she sighed again. “Why me?” Putting another dab on her own finger she took a deep breath as she held it up to Buffy’s mouth.

Buffy smiled and grunted before slowly taking Tara’s finger in her mouth again, sucking softly and twirling her tongue around it.

Tara closed her eyes as a shudder ran through her and released the breath she held. “Sweet Goddess I need to find a girlfriend!” She mumbled as she used her other hand to close the tube and toss it on the shelf before she reached for the cold water tap on the sink beside the one that was filling. Sticking her hand under the water, she brought it up to rub the cold water on her face.

Buffy grunted softly as she continued sucking on Tara’s finger as she watched her.

Tara groaned and pulled her finger from Buffy’s mouth, Buffy grunting loudly in protest. “You’re killing me, Sweetie.” Tara rinsed her finger off and cupped her hands under the cold water. Bending over the sink, she splashed her face a few times before shutting off the water. Placing both hands on the sides of the sink, Tara bowed her head and let the water drip from her face as she took deep breaths.

Buffy grunted softly watching Tara.

Tara grunted back then started to chuckle softly. “Just my luck she has no idea what she’s doing, and doing a damned good job of it anyway!” She sighed and opened her eyes, reaching for the towel to wipe her face and shutting off the other faucets. Tossing the towel back on the shelf, Tara pushed up her sleeves, shaking her head and mumbling softly as she did so. “Not the only part of me that’s wet.”

Buffy grunted softly looking at her own arms, she didn’t have any sleeves.

Tara chuckled and grunted back. “If you only knew, Sweetie.” She kissed the top of Buffy’s head as she turned to face her. Tilting her head, she watched Buffy try to push up nonexistent sleeves, and chuckled. “That’s not going to work, Sweetie. You don’t have any to push up.”

Buffy grunted and looked up at Tara before she turned to look at the door. Starting to head that way, she stopped after a step as Tara put her hand on her arm.

“Come here, Sweetie.” Tara chuckled softly and shook her head. “You don’t need sleeves, so you aren’t going anywhere.”

Buffy grunted and turned to look at the door one last time, grunting softly again.

“Trust me, Sweetie, you don’t need them.” Tara released Buffy’s arm as she stepped back towards her. “Now to see how well you can wash up. This should be fun.” Tara grinned and turned to grab the washcloth once again.

Buffy watched everything that Tara did as she wrung out the washcloth and soaped it up.

“I’ll get the bumpy forehead and hope that I don’t hurt you.” Tara reached up and pushed Buffy’s hair away from her forehead and held it back. “This will probably hurt, I’m sorry, Sweetie.” Tara gently started cleaning the Slayer’s forehead.

Buffy grunted, flinching slightly but didn’t pull away.

“I’m sorry, Sweetie. I know it hurts.” Tara spoke softly as she tried to be as gentle as she could. When she finished, she set the washcloth on the side of the sink. Tara moved Buffy in front of the sink. “Bend over, Sweetie.” Tara demonstrated and Buffy grunted and followed suit. “Good, Girl. Now close your eyes, Sweetie.” Tara bent over so Buffy could see her and closed her eyes.

Buffy frowned and grunted but did as asked.

“Thank you, Sweetie. Let’s get you rinsed off a bit.” Tara carefully rinsed off her forehead, and then grabbed the towel off the shelf. “Lift your head, Sweetie.” Tara gently guided her head up with the hand holding back Buffy’s hair, gently patting her forehead dry. “Okay, now for the hard part.” Tara put the towel back on the shelf, and guided Buffy upright. “Think you can wash the rest of your face for me, Sweetie?” Tara picked up the washcloth and handed it to Buffy.

Buffy grunted and looked at it, trying to hand it back to Tara.

Tara shook her head. “No, Sweetie, your turn. Like this.” Tara guided Buffy’s hand up to her face and gently showed her what to do. “Maybe we should have had you wash your hands first.” Tara chuckled as she looked at the back of Buffy’s dirt covered hands. “That’ll be our next project.”

Buffy grunted and kept washing the same spot on her face.

Tara chuckled softly. “How about doing the rest of your face, Sweetie?” Tara guided Buffy’s hands around her face. “There you go.” She smiled at her.

Buffy grunted and moved the washcloth over her face, thankfully avoiding her tender forehead.

When Tara figured she’d done a good enough job, she took the washcloth from her. “Close your eyes, Sweetie.” Tara closed her own as did Buffy. Tara opened her eyes and washed the spots the Slayer missed. Setting the washcloth on the side of the sink she guided the Slayer to bend over the sink again. “Bend over, Sweetie. That’s it, keep your eyes closed and we’ll rinse you off again.”

Buffy grunted and remained still as Tara rinsed off her face.

Guiding her up a bit, Tara dried her face off and guided her all the way up. “Much better, Sweetie. Open your eyes.” She waited for Buffy to look at her. “Think you can wash your hands on your own?” Tara handed her the washcloth and tapped the back of Buffy’s hands.

Buffy grunted and started to wash her hands.

Tara smiled and rinsed her hand off, drying it before she looked at Buffy again. “You wash up, and I’ll be right back, okay?”

Buffy grunted but turned to follow Tara as she turned and started to walk away.

Tara looked over her shoulder and shook her head, turning back towards the Slayer. “No, Sweetie. You stay here, okay.” Tara guided her back to the sink. “Stay here.”

Buffy grunted continuing to wash her hands as she watched Tara.

Tara backed away as the Slayer watched her. “I’m not going anywhere, Sweetie. I’ll still be in the room.” Tara looked over her shoulder to see where she was before looking back at Buffy and smiling. “I’ll just keep talking to you, okay? You keep washing up and I’ll be right back.” Tara stepped into one of the bathroom stalls and partially closed the door as she kept talking to the Slayer. Quickly taking care of business, Tara flushed the toilet and stepped back out of the stall to stop in her tracks. She couldn’t help but start to laugh at the sight before her. Buffy was bent over at the waist running the washcloth up and down her pants.

Buffy looked at Tara and grunted as she continued to wash down her legs.

Tara brought her hands up and scrubbed her face as she laughed. “Goddess, why me?” She peeked through her fingers and laughed again before she shook her head and walked over beside the Slayer.

Buffy stood up when Tara got beside her and grunted softly.

Tara covered her mouth trying not to laugh. Buffy had her arms, and the front of her shirt and pants soaked and covered in suds. “I didn’t think I was gone that long.” Tara smiled and shook her head before she sighed and closed her eyes. “Goddess, give me strength. Please?” She took a deep breath and opened her eyes. “I think this is going to require a shower to rinse off, Sweetie.” Tara sighed again and looked towards the showers. “Remind me to smack Willow upside the head, and Xander too, for that matter.” Tara sighed again before looking back at Buffy.

Buffy grunted softly as she tilted her head and looked at Tara.

Tara smiled and shook her head. She stepped by Buffy and grabbed her kit and the towel. Grabbing Buffy’s hand she led her to a shower stall. Tara released Buffy’s hand and reached in the shower it self to turn on the water. Turning back she set everything on the bench, turning to look when she heard a loud grunt.

Buffy stepped into the shower, grunting and jumping back when she was hit by the cold water.

Tara chuckled and mumbled. “I could use a cold shower myself.” Tara reached in and pulled Buffy back towards her. “You have to wait for it to warm up, Sweetie.”

Buffy looked from Tara to her soapy clothes and to the shower, all the while growling softly. Grunting she looked back at Tara taking another step closer to her.

Tara chuckled softly. “It’ll warm up, Sweetie.” Tara reached in placing her hand under the water. “It’s starting to warm up, here.” Tara took Buffy’s hand, guiding it under the water. Smiling and nodding when the Slayer grunted and hesitated, she urged her under the warmer water.

Buffy grunted in surprise. She looked back at Tara again before stepping back under the water, trying to pull Tara with her.

Tara planted her feet and leaned back. “No, Sweetie, just you.” Tara shook her head when Buffy grunted and looked at her, pulling on her hand again.

“No.” Tara shook her head pulling her hand from Buffy’s.

Buffy grunted and growled softly as she frowned at Tara.

Tara chuckled and tested the water, readjusting the temperature. Taking the washcloth from Buffy, she pointed to her. “You rinse off, I’ll go get some clothes for you to put on.” Tara tilted her head. “Stay here, okay?”

Buffy tilted her head like Tara and grunted softly.

Tara sighed. “You.” She pointed to Buffy. “Stay here and rinse off.” She pointed to the shower.

Buffy grunted and stepped further under the water.

Tara smiled and nodded. “Good, girl. You stay, I’ll be right back.” She backed towards the door as Buffy watched her.

Buffy grunted and started towards Tara, stopping when she shook her head and point towards the water. Buffy grunted and frowned when the same thing happened as she tried stepping forward again.

“Stay, Sweetie.” Tara shook her head again.

Buffy grunted, turning to look at the water before she turned back to Tara. Slowly backing back under the spray, she grunted again.

Tara smiled and nodded. “That’s it, Sweetie. You stay there.” Tara slowly stepped out of the stall and out of Buffy’s sight. She waited a moment to make sure the Slayer stayed before she turned and hurried from the bathroom, leaving the door unlocked as she left.

Buffy stood in the shower watching the opening for Tara to return. After a minute she started edging towards the open doorway. Hearing the water dripping off her to the floor and her feet sloshing in her sneakers, Buffy stopped and looked down at herself. Grunting softly she sat down on the floor and struggled to get her sneakers off. Finally accomplishing that feat, she stood and watched as the water dripped off of her. Tilting her head she started plucking at her shirt and pants. Grunting as there was a ripping sound, followed by more grunts and tearing clothes.

Buffy checked the bathroom, looking in all the stalls but not finding Tara anywhere. She did stop and tilt her head to stare at a toilet for a moment before grunting and continuing to look. When she didn’t find her anywhere, she grunted loudly and headed towards the bathroom door. Testing it, Buffy found that it now opened. Grunting, she carefully kept her head away from it as she opened the door. Stepping into the hall she grunted when she saw Tara coming out of her door. Tilting her head, Buffy looked at the blonde that now stood barefoot with shorts on.

Tara quickly changed into shorts and a t-shirt, grabbed a couple more towels and a bag for the wet clothes, along with the clothes she pulled out for Buffy and headed back to the bathroom. Stepping out of her room and closing the door behind her, Tara froze. Outside the bathroom door stood a naked Buffy, water running down her body. Tara couldn’t help the wide eyed stare, or the fact that her eyes roamed the naked woman from head to toe and back again.

Tara moaned softly and mentally shook her head, heading quickly towards the Slayer having heard footsteps on the stairs. “Come on, Sweetie, before you give someone else a view.” Tara mumbled softly as she guided Buffy back into the bathroom.

Buffy grunted softly, still looking down at the blondes legs as she stepped back into the bathroom.

Tara sighed as she looked over her shoulder seeing someone she recognized as living on a higher floor come into view as she stepped into the bathroom. She whispered again locking the door behind them before turning to Buffy, moaning softly again Tara closed her eyes and mumbled. “She’s trying to kill me, I know she is.” Her eyes flew open and she jumped slightly as Buffy ran a finger along her thigh. “Goddess!”

Buffy grunted softly but didn’t remove her finger from Tara’s thigh as she continued to stare at her legs.

“You’re going to drive me crazy, you know that?” Tara grabbed Buffy’s wandering hand and led a grunting Slayer back to the shower that was still running. Tara chuckled at the clothes all over the floor, frowning when she looked closer. Releasing Buffy’s hand she set the things on the bench, bending to pick up the blouse. Tara raised a brow when she saw that it was ripped apart. “Obviously didn’t know how to take it off, but I suppose this served your purpose, huh?” She grinned at the Slayer.

Buffy grunted, still not having moved her eyes from Tara’s legs.

Tara shook her head and grabbed the bag to put the blouse in. “Guess a garbage bag was appropriate.” She mumbled as she stuffed it in the bag. “Get in the shower, Sweetie.” Tara bent to pick up the pants, jumping again as Buffy touched the back of her thigh. Standing, she took Buffy’s wayward hand and placed it on her own leg. “See, you’ve got them too, play with your own.” She shook her head as Buffy grunted and reached for her leg again. “What am I going to do with you, huh?” She sighed and looked at the pants. “You’re definitely rough on your clothes, Sweetie.” Tara tossed the ruined pants in with the blouse. She groaned softly when she noticed the piece of dental floss Buffy considered underwear, bending to pick that and the socks and sneakers up to put in the bag. Tara moaned gritting her teeth as the hand on her leg was having a rather arousing effect on her. “You’re killing me, Cavewoman!” Tara pulled Buffy’s hand off her thigh again and gently pushed her towards the shower.

Buffy grunted loudly and growled at having her hand removed.

Tara grunted back and chuckled when the Slayer looked up at her finally. “Get in the shower, Sweetie.” Tara smiled and pointed to the water.

Buffy grunted and stepped under the spray, turning to face Tara she grunted again.

Tara grunted back, picking up the washcloth off the floor and the soap from the bench she handed them to Buffy. “Wash up, Sweetie. I have to get the mop to clean up all this water.” She pointed at Buffy. “You, stay there.” She knew she probably wouldn’t but turned and walked out when Buffy grunted. Tara went to the janitor’s closet and mumbled a spell to unlock the door. Flicking on the light she grabbed the mop and headed back towards the shower, mopping the wet floor from the bathroom door all the way to the shower. Along the way she grabbed the cap she’d used out of the sink letting it drain.

Buffy stood dripping in the doorway to the shower, soaping her body as she watched Tara with a tilted head.

Tara shook her head and kept her eyes on Buffy’s face. “Get back in the shower, Sweetie.” She gently nudged Buffy’s feet with the mop.

Buffy grunted and jumped back, growling as she backed away from the mop as Tara kept coming forward.

Tara chuckled and reached out for Buffy’s arm before she tripped over the ledge leading into the shower.

Buffy looked up when the mop stopped and Tara grabbed her, still trying to edge away from it.

“Careful, Sweetie.” Tara smiled and released Buffy’s arm pointing to the ledge.

Buffy followed where Tara pointed and grunted, stepping back over the ledge into the shower. She continued to watch the mop as Tara finished mopping up the floor.

Tara set the mop outside the door of the stall, figuring Buffy would only get water all over the place again if she left her. Turning back she caught the Slayer as she was about to step over the ledge again. “Stay!” Tara tossed the cap still in her hands into her kit and pulled out the shampoo and conditioner before she stepped over near Buffy and set them on the shelf in the shower.

Buffy grunted, putting her foot back onto the floor when Tara turned back. Grunting again as she realized Tara wasn’t leaving, she stepped back under the spray still watching Tara. Stepping closer to Tara, Buffy looked curiously at the items she’d just put on the shelf.

Tara smiled at the Slayer. “You’ll find out soon enough, Sweetie. Can I have that?” She reached for the washcloth when Buffy turned hearing her voice.

Buffy grunted and released the washcloth, handing the soap to Tara also.

“Thank you.” Tara smiled and soaped up the washcloth before she set the soap in its container. Turning back to Buffy she guided her to turn around. “Turn around, Sweetie.” Moving Buffy’s hair out of the way, Tara started washing the Slayer’s back and mumbled. “Goddess the backside is just as nice as the front.” She dragged her eyes away from Buffy’s ass.

Buffy grunted and then started growling softly as Tara washed her back, enjoying it immensely.

Tara smiled. “You like that, huh?”

Buffy grunted. “Buffy like.” She started growling softly again.

Tara chuckled. “Sobering up a bit, huh?” She finished Buffy’s back and sighed before she quickly washed her ass. “Rinse off, Sweetie.” Tara nudged Buffy towards the spray, as she stepped into the shower her self, staying away from the spray she rinsed the washcloth off, wrung it out and set it on the shelf.

Buffy grunted and growled loudly when Tara stopped, turning her head to pout over her shoulder. When she saw Tara put the washcloth down she reached for it only to be stopped by Tara. “Buffy do Tara.” She grunted and reached again.

Tara chuckled and stopped her again. “No, thank you. I’ve already had my shower earlier, Sweetie.”

Buffy grunted again. “Buffy do.”

Tara grunted back and shook her head at Buffy, and then nudged her forward. “Rinse off and wet your hair, Sweetie. You’ll like the next part, too.” She smiled and nudged her under the spray.

Buffy grunted and whimpered as the water hit her forehead as they were wetting down her hair. “Hurt!”

“I’m sorry, Sweetie.” Tara used one hand to push Buffy’s hair back off her forehead, and the other to shield her forehead from the spray. When Buffy’s hair was wet Tara stepped back pulling the Slayer with her.

Buffy started to turn around, grunting when Tara stopped her, she looked over her shoulder at her.

Tara winced when she saw Buffy’s forehead. Cupping Buffy’s cheek she looked closer at the three separate lumps there. “We need to put some ice on those, Sweetie.” Leaning forward she gently kissed the largest one.

Buffy grunted softly when she felt Tara’s lips lightly brush against her forehead. She placed a finger on Tara’s lips as she pulled away. “Soft.”

Tara smiled and kissed Buffy’s finger before she turned to grab the shampoo. “Turn around, Sweetie.” Tara guided Buffy’s head back around and turned her slightly. “Stay like that.” She quickly poured shampoo into her hand and placed the bottle back on the shelf.

Buffy grunted when Tara turned her, and then started to growl softly as Tara started to wash her hair. “Buffy like.” She closed her eyes and growled as Tara continued gently massaging her scalp, using her fingernails on occasion.

Tara stood smiling behind the Slayer as she listened to her growl softly. Then she frowned when she realized the growl was getting to her in a very arousing way. Shaking her head mentally, Tara took a deep breath and quickly finished washing Buffy’s hair. “Rinse off, Sweetie.” Tara gently nudged Buffy forward.

Buffy grunted loudly when Tara stopped, grunting again when she pushed her forward. “Buffy like, no stop.” She opened her eyes and turn to Tara, reaching for her hands to put back on her head when Tara tried to rinse them.

Tara shook her head and mumbled as she pulled her hands out of Buffy’s grasp. “Tara liked a bit too much, too.” She sighed when Buffy grunted and tilted her head to look at her. “Please, Sweetie? Let’s get you rinsed off.” She stepped a bit away from Buffy and rinsed her hands, mumbling again. “I think we’ll pass on the conditioner this time around.” She ended up getting wet while rinsing her hands as her mind was elsewhere. Stepping back she looked down at her t-shirt and groaned softly as she felt her nipples harden beneath the cooling wetness.

Buffy didn’t miss anything about Tara, including the wet shirt. Curious when she saw the bumps forming under the shirt she reached out and pressed on one with her fingertip. She grunted as she watched it stick out even further when she pulled her finger away.

Tara moaned softly and closed her eyes, groaning when the finger returned to press on her nipple again. “Sweetie, no.” Tara opened her eyes and pulled Buffy’s hand away from her breast. “As much as I would like you to, we can’t do this.” Tara shook her head holding onto the hand that wanted to go back and play with her breast.

Buffy grunted and tried to get to the confusingly hard, yet soft item she’d just found. Grunting she looked up at Tara.

Tara shook her head again. “Rinse off, Sweetie.” Tara guided her back under the spray, placing a hand to shield Buffy’s forehead as she rinsed her hair.

Buffy growled softly as she felt Tara’s fingers run through her hair rinsing it. But she also saw the opening to play with her newfound body part on the Wicca. Reaching up, Buffy grazed her finger over the hard nipple, grunting she gently grabbed it and pulled.

Tara moaned and involuntarily pressed into Buffy’s fingers as she forgot about rinsing her hair. “Goddess!” Tara inhaled deeply as her back arched and a shudder ran through her, she couldn’t remember a time her breasts seemed so sensitive.

Buffy watched Tara for a moment before turning and raising her other hand to Tara’s other breast, grunting softly as she gently took that nipple between her fingers also. Buffy growled softly as she gently pinched, pulled and twisted Tara’s hardened nipples.

Tara moaned loudly arching into Buffy’s hands before her brain took over. Growling herself, she placed her hands over Buffy’s moving them away from her aching breasts. “Goddess!” She opened her eyes and shook her head. “What are you doing to me?” She guided Buffy’s hands down to her sides. “Please, Sweetie? Let’s just get you rinsed off, dressed, and out of here. Please?” Tara pleaded as she tried to rein in her arousal. “Ice! We need ice! You for your head, me to stuff down my pants.” Tara mumbled the whole last bit as she closed her eyes and shook her head. Taking deep breaths, Tara finally opened her eyes and looked into Buffy’s confused eyes. Chuckling softly Tara shook her head. “I’m sorry, Sweetie. But you’re driving me nuts!” She laughed and released the Slayer’s hands, quickly stopping them as they rose. “No. You’re going to turn around so your grabby little hands can’t distract me anymore.” Tara smiled and turned the Slayer to face the water.

Buffy grunted and tried to keep turning but Tara stopped her. Growling loudly, Buffy looked over her shoulder frowning at Tara.

Tara smiled and shook her head no. “Growl all you want, Sweetie. I may just join you, but we are finishing up and getting out of here.” She nudged Buffy forward and put a hand back up to protect her forehead. “The sooner we get clothes on you, the better.” Tara mumbled as she quickly finished rinsing Buffy’s hair, Buffy growling loudly the whole time.

Buffy turned around when Tara turned off the water and quickly grabbed the bottles off the shelf before stepping from the shower. She just stood there watching as Tara hurriedly tossed things in her kit.

Tara picked up a towel and turned to see the confused, hurt look in the Slayer’s eyes. She bowed her head and took a deep breath before looking back up to the Slayer. “I’m sorry, Sweetie.” Tara handed Buffy the towel, lowered her eyes and looked away. “You’re doing things to me that you have no idea what they’re doing to me. It’s not your fault. I’m sorry.” She looked up sadly at Buffy before grabbing the washcloth off the shelf and wringing it out. “Dry off, Sweetie.” She tossed the washcloth in the bag with Buffy’s wet and ruined clothes, grabbing a towel herself to dry off.

Buffy stood watching Tara for a moment. “Tara?”

Tara turned seeing a crestfallen Buffy standing there with a death grip on the towel. “What’s wrong, Sweetie?” Tara took a step towards her.

Buffy bowed her head for a moment before looking worriedly at Tara. “Buffy bad?” She grunted softly and lowered her head again.

“What? Oh, Goddess!” Tara shook her head and took another step towards Buffy, gently reaching out to lift her chin. “You’re not bad, Sweetie.” Tara moved her hand up to caress Buffy’s cheek before cupping it softly. “You’re not bad.” She shook her head again. “I’m sorry, I…” Tara trailed off and sighed. “You’re not bad. Come ’ere, Sweetie.” Tara pulled her into a hug. “I’m sorry, Sweetie. It’s my fault.”

Buffy snuggled into Tara and started to growl softly. “Tara no mad?”

“Tara no mad, Sweetie.” Tara kissed the top of Buffy’s head and mumbled. “Tara horny and frustrated, but no mad.”

Buffy grunted and looked up questioningly at Tara.

Tara started to laugh. “You’ll figure that one out when you get a few more brain cells back.” She started to blush with that thought. ‘Oh, Goddess! Please don’t let her figure that one out!!’ She prayed silently as Buffy snuggled back into her and grunted again.

Buffy grunted, realizing where she was she slowly started moving a hand back up to the new toy she found fascinating.

Tara chuckled softly intercepting the hand on its way to her breast. “Oh, no you don’t!” She smiled down at Buffy, grunting in response to Buffy’s grunt at being stopped. “Let’s get you dried and dressed, Sweetie. Then we both need some ice.” She gently kissed Buffy’s forehead and stepped back a step, releasing the Slayer’s hand. “Dry off, Sweetie.” Tara turned her around, grunting and growling as the Slayer did.

Buffy grunted when Tara stepped back taking away the comfy spot she was in, and growled when she turned her around.

Using her own towel, Tara started to dry Buffy’s hair somewhat. Knowing that without the conditioner the tangles would be harder to get out, she tried not to add too many more.

Buffy started growling softly as Tara dried her hair, she slowly began to dry her body. “Buffy like.”

Tara smiled and shook her head. “You’re easy to please.” She dried off the Slayer’s back, chuckling as the growl got a bit louder. Tara wrapped Buffy’s hair up in the towel and tapped her thigh before turning to get the clothes she’d brought for her. “Dry your legs, Sweetie.”

Buffy bent over and dried her legs, turning her head when she heard a gasp.

Tara wasn’t prepared for the sight before her as she turned back to Buffy. Groaning softly she covered her face with the clothes. “GODDESS!! She’s trying to kill me!” She couldn’t get the sight of Buffy bent over with everything on display out of her minds eye.

Buffy stood up and moved over to Tara, gently tugging at the clothes covering her face. “Tara?”

Tara slowly lowered the clothes enough to look at an innocent looking Buffy. She shook her head slightly and started to chuckle as she lowered the clothes. “You’re going to kill me, Sweetie.” Tara smiled softly at the Slayer and caressed her cheek. “And you don’t even know it.”

Buffy leaned into Tara’s hand. “Buffy no kill.” She shook her head slightly. “Buffy like Tara.”

Tara chuckled softly. “That’s a good thing then, because Tara like Buffy, too.” She leaned and kissed her forehead again. “Let’s get you dressed, Sweetie.” Tara smiled and caressed Buffy’s cheek as she slowly pulled her hand away.

Buffy grunted when the hand was removed. “Buffy like.” She watched as Tara’s hand went back to the clothes.

Tara smiled and shook her head slightly as she grabbed the button down shirt she had for the Slayer, tossing the shorts onto her shoulder. She took the towel from Buffy and tossed it on the bench, holding up the shirt. “Put your arm in, Sweetie.”

Buffy grunted and looked confused.

Tara smiled and lifted Buffy’s arm, sliding the sleeve on before stepping behind her to do the same with the other arm. “That was easy enough.” Tara smiled and came around in front of Buffy, buttoning up the shirt.

Buffy lifted her arm to sniff the shirt and grunted. “Smell Tara.”

Tara chuckled and nodded. “That’s because it’s mine, Sweetie.” She finished buttoning the shirt as Buffy watched, growling softly. When she was done she took the shorts from her shoulder and squatted down in front of Buffy. “Lift your foot, Sweetie.” Tara tapped on Buffy’s leg.

Buffy grunted and lifted her foot, and then the other.

Tara pulled up the sweat shorts as she stood. “They’re big, but they’ll have to do.” She rolled the waist over in hopes they wouldn’t fall off the small frame of the Slayer.

Buffy grunted and looked down at her self before bringing her sleeve covered hands up.

Tara chuckled softly and rolled up the sleeves. “There you go, Sweetie.” Tara smiled and shook her head Buffy looked like a little kid playing dress up. “Let’s go get some ice for that head of yours.” Tara gathered all her things, looking around to make sure she had everything as she stuffed the towels into the bag.

Buffy grabbed the bag of wet clothes from Tara. “Buffy help.”

“Thank you.” Tara smiled and released the bag before turning and heading out of the stall. Seeing the mop, she grabbed it with one hand and quickly mopped up the floor in the stall, chuckling as Buffy edged away from it and out of the stall. “Let’s go, Sweetie.” Tara smiled and dragged the mop behind them. Putting the mop back and locking the door again, Tara then unlocked the bathroom door and pulled it open.

Buffy growled at the door as she stepped into the hall.

Tara chuckled and smiled at the Slayer as she took her hand to lead her back to the room, groaning softly when she saw a grinning Kelly coming the other way. “Don’t you ever s-stay in your room?”

Kelly grinned even wider. “Now where’s the fun in that?” She chuckled and shook her head. She tried a pout as she got closer to them. “I got stood up!” She sniffed a few times.

Tara chuckled. “Smart woman, she must have h-heard about you ahead of time and p-panicked.” Tara grinned at Kelly.

Kelly started laughing. “ONCE! So, I got a little out of hand and went a little crazy.” She winked at Tara. “I’ll have you know she wrote and told me it was the best night of her life!” Kelly smiled smugly at Tara.

“I’m sure you have the letter f-framed and on your wall just to impress the l-ladies.” Tara smirked back at her.

Kelly nodded vigorously before she started laughing again. “I’m still blaming it on the beer.”

Buffy grunted loudly. “Want beer!”

Tara laughed and shook her head. “No more beer for you, Sweetie.” She squeezed Buffy’s hand. “You’re just starting to get the brain cells functioning again.”

Buffy pouted and grunted softly. “No beer?” She looked sadly at Tara.

Tara smiled and shook her head. “No beer.”

Buffy stuck her lower lip out and leaned her head against Tara’s shoulder growling softly.

Tara smiled and kissed the top of the Slayer’s head, the towel having come undone and hanging off one shoulder.

Kelly kept the grin to herself as she watched the interaction between the two. Then Kelly cocked her head looking at Buffy for a moment, noticing the new bumps on her forehead, before she handed the bucket of ice in her hand to Tara.

Buffy narrowed her eyes and growled loudly taking a step towards Kelly when she handed the ice to Tara.

Kelly raised a brow and took a half step back from the growling Slayer.

“Easy, Sweetie.” Tara smiled and squeezed Buffy’s hand, pulling her back.

Buffy grunted, allowing Tara to move her back as she still watched Kelly closely.

Kelly chuckled softly and shook her head. “So… not only bureau diving, but dropping the soap, too, huh?” She