Chapter 17
“Like that?” Buffy nips gently on Tara’s shoulder as
she works her hands firmly over Tara’s breasts, the body wash soapy and
slippery. Grinning at the low groan
she receives in response as Tara leans back into her, one hand on the shower
wall the other gripping tightly to her waist. Buffy knows she’s going to have bruises
for an hour or so when Tara releases her grip, though not caring as it doesn’t
really hurt. “Your skin is so
soft.” Buffy whispers squeezing
Tara’s nipples gently before flicking her thumb nails over the sensitive,
hardened flesh, chuckling as Tara jerks and growls softly.
“Buffy.” Tara grips the slayer’s waist even more
firmly, digging her nails into the flesh.
“You mentioned something a little
while ago about not minding trying new things. Anything you haven’t ever tried that you
wouldn’t mind trying?” Buffy
questions curiously.
Tara tilts her head back, so it’s
resting on Buffy’s shoulder, closing her eyes as Buffy’s strong, small hands
work small circles over her body.
“Honey, I’ll try anything and everything you want to try. But one day, night, however long it
might take, I’d like to start at your gorgeous little toes and work my way up
your body kissing, licking and nibbling until there isn’t a single centimeter of
you untouched by my lips and tongue.”
Buffy whimpers, pressing her body
firmly into Tara’s, spreading her legs slightly as she presses her mound against
Tara’s ass cheek.
Tara smirks as she feels Buffy
rubbing against her, the heat coming from the slayer almost unbelievable. “If we don’t hurry up with this shower,
the desire is going to be dampened quickly.” Tara warns releasing the hold she has on
Buffy’s waist as her desire tones down a bit, now that the slayer isn’t teasing
her unmercifully.
“Spoilsport.” Buffy grumbles, nipping Tara’s shoulder
again, really enjoying leaving little red marks on the pale white skin. “If you ever decide to get another
tattoo, I’d like to go with. Maybe
we can get matching ones.” Buffy
presses her lips to the small tattoo, while letting her soapy hands dip
playfully between Tara’s legs under the guise of cleaning the woman, chuckling
as Tara groans and presses one hand against the back wall while putting the
other hand back on the other wall and spreading her legs.
Dropping her chin to her chest, Tara
closes her eyes as Buffy’s fingers slide on either side of her swollen clit and
squeezes gently. Groaning deeply as
Buffy lets her hand trail further so her palm is pressing firmly against her
clit while two of her fingers dip playfully inside of her.
Buffy shifts back a step, the shower
water hitting her more fully on the back as she slides her other hand down
between their bodies to teasingly run up and down between Tara’s butt cheeks,
chuckling wickedly as Tara whimpers loudly and presses back against her. “We’re going to get one of the on-demand
water heaters so we don’t have to worry about running out of hot water.” Buffy grumbles, really enjoying the feel
and sight of Tara naked, wet and slippery.
“Rinse the conditioner out of your hair, love, while I finish doing a
quick wipe down of your body.”
“Tease.” Tara grumbles as Buffy’s hands leave her
to slide down her legs while the slayer steps back, tugging gently to urge her
into the shower stream.
“No, I’m not teasing. This is foreplay.” Buffy smirks at the loud growl she gets
in response, knowing by the way Tara was knotted up that she was close to
climaxing and would have probably only needed a couple good strokes over her
clit to tip her over the edge.
Surprised at how quickly she’s learned the different signs coming from
Tara’s body, but knowing that she hasn’t learned them all and they will
definitely have a lot of fun and enjoyment in the future learning more about
each other, both physically and intellectually.
“Good thing I’m usually easy
going.” Tara grumbles
sarcastically, the water running down her body, washing the soap from her as she
rinses her hair before crying out softly, burying one hand in Buffy’s hair and
one against the wall as Buffy shifts around her quickly on her knees, burying
her face in her apex and licking strongly over her clit. “Goddess, Buffy!” Tara cries out, her hips bucking against
the slayer as she brings her quickly to climax.
Buffy moans into her lover’s body,
loving the taste of the Wiccan as she laps softly, gathering what liquid she can
coming from her lover. Panting
quietly, Buffy slowly stands, licking her lips as she stares into hooded blue
eyes.
“Better?”
Tara half chuckles, half moans as
she tugs gently on the hair in her hand.
“Can I just say that you have definitely taken to being with me, a woman,
like a…” Tara reaches back and
turns off the water as it starts to become cooler. Grinning crookedly, she smirks at her
lover. “Like a duck to
water.”
“And this duck is definitely in the
mood to go swimming.” Buffy wiggles
her eyebrows and lets her fingers play gently over Tara’s body, her fingers
teasingly dipping just barely inside Tara.
“Oh, shit.” Tara murmurs, both hands switching to
Buffy’s shoulders, holding on tightly.
“Plan on causing a flood?”
Tara closes her eyes and swallows hard as Buffy’s fingers slide gently
within her and curl to teasingly brushing over the sensitive spot, barely
caressing before slowly easing back out.
“Multiples. Going to have a flash flood warning
needed for the bedroom.” Buffy
helps Tara out of the tub, chuckling at the low, long whimper coming from
her. Handing her a towel, Buffy
hurriedly dries her own body before grabbing a new towel to rub over her head.
Tara chuckles as Buffy dries her
body in record time. “Are you in a
rush?”
“Yep. Got a sexy, lovely woman standing naked
in front of me, like I’ll ever head in the other direction with this option’s
available.” Buffy growls playfully,
snapping her towel at Tara before tossing it in the
hamper.
“Watch that!” Tara shifts as the towel smacks her on
the butt.
“I did.” Buffy smirks as she brushes her hair,
yelping when a hand smacks her firmly on the ass. “HEY!”
“Teach you.” Tara chuckles at the look she gets from
Buffy.
“I can’t believe you did that.” Buffy rubs her butt. “That actually stung.”
“Good. You might think twice before you do that
again.” Tara chuckles wickedly as
she tosses her towel in the hamper, grabbing the brush out of Buffy’s hands to
brush her hair quickly.
“Or I might do it more often.” Buffy murmurs, brushing her teeth,
grinning around the toothbrush at the narrowed gaze she gets from Tara.
Tara finally just shakes her head at
Buffy as she sets the hairbrush down, waiting for Buffy to finish brushing her
teeth, so she can brush hers. “Do
you mind going downstairs and maybe picking up a few bottles of water for
us?”
Buffy wipes her mouth as she puts
her toothbrush up. “Anything else
you want, love?”
“Just you, naked in the bed…” Tara grins crookedly at Buffy as the
slayer growls playfully at her.
Groaning as Buffy swoops in and kisses her thoroughly before laughingly
breaking off the kiss and heading out of the bathroom. Licking her lips, Tara murmurs
softly. “Minty.” Laughing, she works on finishing her
nightly ablutions.
***
Buffy practically jumps down the
stairs and hurries into the kitchen, grabbing all the cold bottles of water out
of the refrigerator before jogging back up the stairs, chuckling softly as she
sets the bottles on the nightstand.
Flipping the covers down the bed, Buffy listens as Tara hums softly,
smiling at the sound that is becoming more and more commonplace. Knowing the Wiccan isn’t even aware
she’s doing it, but in the past week, whenever she’s felt extreme happiness
coming from Tara, the humming usually follows.
Settling her body in the middle of
the bed, Buffy eases onto her side to face the doorway as she hears Tara leave
the bathroom and step towards the bedroom.
Tara exhales softly at the sight of
Buffy lying in bed naked, the subtle play of muscles under the slayer’s skin
teasing her daring her to touch, kiss and nibble. Taking in the sight of her lover’s body,
makes her body heat up even more, even as her heart lightens and fills with
love. “You’re a
Goddess.” Tara murmurs softly,
pulling off the towel she has wrapped around her body and tosses it into the
hamper, slowly closing the distance between her and her
lover.
“I think you have that mixed
up.” Buffy’s eyes take in the sight
of her lover. The full, firm
breasts, slowly hardening as she gazes at them, loving the sight, Buffy smiles
softly. Letting her eyes trail over
the fuller figure of her lover her fingers twitch as they want to feel the soft,
warm skin under them. “You are the
Goddess. I’m just a little ol’
slayer. Come here.” Buffy orders softly, holding her hand
out to Tara.
Tara quickly finishes closing the
distance and lies on the bed, facing her lover. “So, what does the slayer have in store
for me?” Tara questions, her eyes
twinkling merrily at the mischief filling the slayer’s
eyes.
“Hmm. Pleasure.” Buffy starts slowly stroking a finger
down Tara’s neck to circle one of Tara’s nipples, watching intently at the sight
of it becoming small and extremely hard. Trailing her fingers further down,
she wiggles them down the Wiccan’s sensitive ribs until Tara laughs and
squirms. “Laughter. Fun and more pleasure.” Buffy shifts her body slightly closer to
Tara’s, leaving just a couple inches of space between them.
“In that order?” Tara questions curiously, moaning softly
as strong fingers caress over her butt cheek and down her thigh to her knee
before slowly trailing back up, effectively lifting her leg so a strong thigh
can slide between her legs, effectively propping her open to the slayer’s
touch.
“That’s possible.” Slowly leaning in, Buffy kisses Tara
softly before nipping playfully on her bottom lip. “Do you like being playful, Tara? We haven’t had much of a chance to talk
about this side of our relationship.
And most often than not, we’ve been relatively serious when we’ve been
together. Of course, we haven’t had
that much of a chance to learn each other in the past week as much as I would
like.” Buffy admits, trailing her
fingers teasingly around the triangle of blonde curls. Plucking gently at the curls Buffy
chuckles as Tara giggles.
“That tickles.” Tara wiggles as Buffy’s fingers go from
plucking playfully to swirling her fingers lightly in the curls making the skin
tingle. “We have our whole lives to
learn what we like, Buffy. You
don’t have to know everything immediately.”
“Wanna know.” Buffy grumbles, giggling as Tara’s
fingers wiggle with just enough pressure along her ribs to make her laugh. Burrowing her face in Tara’s neck, Buffy
nips firmly along the flesh under her lips, groaning deeply as Tara stretches
her neck out to give her free rein.
Sucking strongly on her pulse point for a few minutes, Buffy releases the
flesh to lean back and look into passion filled blue eyes. “Doing that is like giving up your
control, your self, Tara. It’s a
sign of submission to vampires, animals and almost
everyone.”
“I know.” Tara murmurs softly, her eyes searching
dark eyes, the hazel more brown at this moment. “You would never take advantage of me,
Buffy. Even if you have control of
me, you would never allow yourself to do anything that would ultimately be bad
or possibly hurt me. Anyway, you
already own me heart, body and soul, whether you realize it or
not.”
Buffy licks her lips unconsciously,
the truth of the Wiccan’s words settling inside her. “The connection goes both ways. I can feel your love, your worry, your
anger, and your caring. Is that
what it’s like for you with everyone else?”
“Different. The connection between us is always
there now. I’ve tried putting my
block up just to see if it would block your feelings out. I can block other people’s feelings out,
except if they’re really, really strong, then they come through but not real
bad. Plus, I usually have to be in
the same room as them to feel their feelings.” Tara admits quietly, slowly shaking her
head. “They’re there, no matter
what. Have you tried to block me
out?”
Buffy slowly shakes her head. “No. I like having your feelings flowing
through to me. Knowing that you
love me just by feeling it…” Buffy
sighs quietly, tilting her head forward against Tara’s forehead. “I’ve never been that sure of anything,
Tara. Except maybe knowing that I’m
meant to die young with being the slayer.”
“Shhh.” Tara murmurs, silently wondering how
they’d gone from being ready to have a playful night of making love to becoming
so serious. “You’ve been through
that twice. There won’t be a third
time until we’re both old and gray.
We will have many, many years together.”
“That sounds like a promise. I’m holding you to it.” Buffy whispers softly, kissing Tara
tenderly. “Can we put off playful
for another time? It doesn’t seem
right now.”
“Of course. I love you, Buffy, whether you’re being
serious, playful or somewhere in between.”
Tara runs her fingers gently through the slayer’s hair, playing with the
ends.
“I want to be tender, gentle and
loving.” Buffy brushes her lips
repeatedly over Tara’s without deepening the kiss. “And I want to make love to
you.”
“I want to make love to you,
also.” Tara admits softly, trailing
her fingers down Buffy’s cheek.
Buffy closes her eyes as Tara’s
fingers follow the line of the scar.
When she feels the fingers replaced with warm lips, Buffy moans
softly. The Wiccan had kept the
wound clean and made sure to put the ointment on it as it was healing. Knowing it probably would have been a
lot worse, if not for her tender ministrations. As it is, it’s a pale scar and with a
thin layer of foundation could be completely hidden. Though she didn’t bother covering it
that often, as Tara seemed almost obsessed with it and definitely found it
sexy. Stroking her fingers softly
over Tara’s waist, not even being aware of moving them, Buffy shifts her head
slightly to capture Tara’s lips with hers.
Moaning deeply into the slayer’s as
she slowly searches out her mouth, Tara joins in the kiss, battling gently
against Buffy’s tongue. Threading
her hand through Buffy’s hair, Tara holds her tightly to her as she shifts her
body closer to Buffy until their breasts press against each
other.
Buffy growls softly at the feel of
her breasts pressing up against Tara’s fuller breasts, loving the feel of the
hard nipples with the surrounding softness pressed against hers. Grasping Tara’s thigh, she pulls it up
over her legs.
Tara breaks the kiss, panting
heavily before crying out softly as Buffy’s fingers slide through the wetness
escaping her body to brush softly over her aching clit.
Buffy pants heavily, tilting her
head until she’s resting it against Tara’s forehead, her eyes closed as she
enjoys the warmth and wetness of her lover. Flicking the tip of her index finger
over the swollen muscle, Buffy allows a small smile to cross her face at the
whimper coming from her lover.
Feeling her own body jerk slightly, pounding almost in tandem with her
lover’s heartbeat. Feeling the
pounding throb of the blood flowing to Tara’s clit, Buffy’s eyebrows twitch in
consideration. “Can I try
something?” Buffy finally
questions, her voice low and rough.
Tara nods her head, even as her body
rocks gently against Buffy’s tender ministrations. Grunting quietly as Buffy’s fingers
disappear from her, Tara follows Buffy’s urgings and shifts to her back, looking
up at her lover hovering above her.
As Buffy settles carefully between her legs and she feels the slayer’s
hand working its way between their bodies, Tara frowns in confusion.
“I want to see…” Buffy whispers, pressing a soft kiss
against Tara’s lips as she gently spreads Tara’s lips with her fingers and
carefully pulls the hood of flesh back away from the swollen muscle, maneuvering
gently until she spreads herself open to match Tara’s body and close the
distance between them.
Tara moans deeply as Buffy settles
her lower body firmly against her.
Realizing what her lover is doing, she carefully wraps her legs around
Buffy, pulling her more firmly against her, rocking gently, the unique feeling
of their wet, swollen clitorises rubbing against each other simply
breathtaking.
“Ohhhh. Yesss…” Buffy whispers, closing her eyes as she
shifts her upper body up with both hands on either side of her lover’s
shoulders, their breasts barely brushing against each other as she pushes her
lower body more firmly into Tara’s.
Immersing herself in the throbbing of her center sliding and rubbing
effortlessly against Tara’s, Buffy groans deeply as Tara shifts her hips,
pressing more firmly against her.
“Harder, honey…” Tara whimpers the throbbing almost
painful as her body looks for release.
Buffy drops her head so she can
nibble on Tara’s shoulder while she rocks more firmly against her. Rolling her hips around, Buffy growls
softly at the low whimper of intense desire coming from Tara. Pressing harder into her, Buffy rubs
firmly against Tara, hearing the hitching of the Wiccan’s breath as she draws
closer to release. Feeling her own
desire growing, the pounding almost unbearable Buffy pants heavily, crying out
softly as she feels Tara’s teeth nipping firmly on her mark.
“I…” Tara pants fighting the urge to bite
down firmly on Buffy’s neck again.
Buffy nips roughly at the crook of
Tara’s shoulder and neck, hearing the groan of approval coming from her lover
even as they rock harder and faster against each other. The two women’s bodies covered in a
thick layer of perspiration at this point.
“Go ahead…” Buffy growls
roughly, pressing her flesh towards Tara’s mouth even as she sinks her own teeth
into the flesh that had been teasing her.
Tara finally gives into the urge,
claiming Buffy again at the same moment Buffy’s teeth settle into her, both
women grunting loudly in pleasure as they climax immediately, their juices
mingling even as they claim each other, completing the circle. Strengthening the joining already
started when they had worked together to heal the slayer, allowing Tara to take
over Angel’s mark and now intermingling their spirits fully. Both women equal partners in their
relationship, each stronger than they were before in their own areas of
knowledge and expertise now that they are a couple.
Buffy pants heavily as she laps
firmly at barely broken skin, feeling Tara doing the same as they continue to
gently rock against each other, their bodies slick with moisture so they
literally slide effortlessly.
Tara slides one leg up and down
Buffy’s while letting her hands trail down to cup the slayer’s muscular butt
cheeks, kneading the flesh firmly as they slow the motions of their bodies while
lips and tongues kiss and lick along salty flesh.
“I love you.” Buffy whispers, feeling a calmness and
serenity she’s never felt before.
Knowing instinctively that this is part of what Tara knows and has
attained with her own learnings and meditations.
“Goddess, I love you, too.” Tara murmurs, burying her face in
Buffy’s neck, releasing the flesh she was grasping to wrap her arms around
Buffy, hugging her lover tightly.
“This feeling… Do you think this is what it would have
been like if you’d actually tried to heal my spirit?” Buffy questions curiously, shifting
slightly so she can look easier at her lover, sliding to where half her body is
still comfortably on her. Trailing
her fingers lovingly over the damp flesh, she stares into loving blue eyes.
“I think so.” Tara smiles and tucks blonde hair behind
Buffy’s ear. “I think we need
another shower.”
Buffy chuckles and nips gently on
Tara’s arm, before brushing her cheek over it, closing her eyes as Tara’s
fingers gently scratch her scalp.
Settling herself more firmly against Tara, she smiles as the Wiccan wraps
her arms around her, hugging her tightly.
“I would be happy to spend the rest of my life just like
this.”
Tara presses a kiss to the top of
Buffy’s head. “I’m right there with
you. I’m putting in my order now
with the Goddess.”
Buffy snorts softly, running her
hand up Tara’s side to cup the breast she isn’t lying on, squeezing gently. Sighing quietly, she feels the tiredness
coming from her lover, knowing the Wiccan had expended more energy than she
normally does. Shifting her foot,
Buffy finds the covers and works to pull them up within her grasp. Settling them gently over her, Buffy
presses a soft kiss to Tara’s lips.
“Playful and flood time in the very near future.”
“Hopefully multiple times in the
future.” Tara jokes softly,
laughing at the eye roll she receives from her lover. “Give me another kiss, Slayer.” Tara orders
softly.
“Hmm. An order I feel compelled to fill, maybe
it does work.” Buffy jokes before
shifting and kissing Tara tenderly for a few moments before easing away to place
one more soft kiss on Tara’s swollen lips.
“Night, love. Another apocalypse avoided.” Tara murmurs softly. “Of course, the soldier boys got to do
the work this time.”
“About time they did
something.” Buffy mumbles, settling
more firmly against Tara. “Think
they still owe me for that Adam shit.”
Tara chuckles softly at the note of
disgruntlement in Buffy’s tones.
“Sleep, love. It is
summertime and school’s finished.
Playtime for us.”
“I like the sound of that.” Buffy brushes her cheek over Tara’s
shoulder before relaxing even more and slowly falling
asleep.
Tara smiles as she hears the
deepening breathing of her lover.
Trailing her fingers gently through her hair and over her back, Tara
places another kiss on her head before closing her eyes. Falling asleep to dreams of what their
future may hold.
Epilogue
Five Years
Later
Buffy slams into the hospital
running full tilt and sliding to a stop, banging into the admittance desk. “Tara Maclay-Summers… Where is she?”
“She’s with the doctor in Delivery
room 3…” The nurse states pulling
it up before starting to say something else before noticing that the small ball
of energy had already disappeared and left a swinging door in her wake. “Are you family?” The nurse finally questions the empty
space, shaking her head.
***
Buffy flies up the stairs to the
birthing rooms. The two women
having decided to have their child in more of a normal setting than the usual
clinical delivery rooms. Hurrying
down the hallway, Buffy pushes open the door cautiously as she feels the pain
and anger coming from her lover.
“GET YOUR ASS IN HERE, SLAYER!” Tara screams her face flushed red as she
bears down and pushes, their daughter wanting to be born.
Buffy whimpers and hurries in,
grabbing Tara’s hand and looking down at the Obstetrician as she winks at
her.
“About time you made it. She’s having this baby girl in record
time.” Doctor Lane chuckles as she
looks at the head already crowning, Tara having only been in labor for a little
over two hours.
“She knew she’d better get here, or
her ass would be kicked across the country back to that FUCKING CRATER!” Tara screams as another major pain rips
through her body.
Buffy whimpers as Tara’s grip on her
hand literally makes her knuckles crack.
“Tara, honey, breathe, like we practiced.” Buffy whispers softly, her eyes shadowed
as she feels the pain coming from her lover, silently wondering if this is
normal.
“Fuck your breathing! Next kid, you’re having!” Tara takes a deep breath and bears down
as the next contraction hits.
“Uh, uh.” Buffy mumbles, her eyes wide and face
pale as she looks from her lover’s face up to the mirror angled to show their
baby’s birth. “She’s got my
hair.” Buffy whispers in awe as she
watches the head come out and the baby cry while the doctor eases the baby the
rest of the way out, cleaning and suctioning the baby’s
passages.
Tara whimpers and collapses back
against the bed. “Bottled or
real?” Tara pants heavily, her eyes
looking at her lover.
“Funny.” Buffy grumbles, pressing a quick kiss to
her lover’s lips before holding her hands eagerly out for her baby.
“Hey, grimy paws, clean up
first.” The doctor admonishes,
tilting her head to the sink, smiling as Buffy takes off like a shot. Working with the New Watcher’s Council
was definitely an interesting experience.
Getting to know the two women that are now in the birthing room with
their daughter a definite learning experience. The un-believability of them having a
daughter between them with no donor still boggles her mind, though she knows it
shouldn’t. “Here, mama.”
Tara smiles lovingly at the little
pink bundle of joy the doctor hands her.
Digging into the blanket, she pulls a little hand out checking all the
little fingers before working her way through the other extremities as Buffy
stops to cut the umbilical cord.
“Everything all there?” Buffy questions softly, tilting her head
down to brush against Tara’s as she looks at her daughter,
smiling.
“All her fingers and toes accounted
for, and nothing extra, either.”
Tara’s eyes twinkle as she looks at her lover. “You did good,
love.”
“We did.” Buffy whispers gently grasping a hand,
grinning as their daughter wraps her fingers around her and squeezes
firmly. “She’s got a grip on
her.”
“She takes after her mommy.” Tara accepts the kiss Buffy places on
her lips. “What kept
you?”
Buffy sighs and rolls her eyes. “Damn cell phone died.”
“Died or got crunched?” Tara questions, laughing at the guilty
look crossing her lover’s face.
“Who found you?”
“Faith. Believe it or not.” Buffy grins at Tara. “Seems she made one of the Coven members
do a location spell on where I was after finding out that no one knew where I
was and she ran me down. I left her
in the dust. She was on the phone
calling Willow, Xander and everyone else to let them know you’re here.” Buffy’s gaze turns back to their
daughter who’s sleeping quietly.
“Jessica Anne Maclay-Summers is sleeping already.”
Tara feels the tears coming to her
eyes as she always does when she thinks about Buffy having insisted on naming
their daughter after her mom. Anne
being named after Buffy and her own mother, as both had Anne as a middle
name.
“Let us borrow the little bundle of
joy to get all the necessities taken care of.” Doctor Lane smiles down at the
baby.
“You behave for the Doctor,
Jess.” Buffy whispers softly,
brushing her lips over her forehead before gently taking her daughter and
handing her to the doctor as she and the nurse slide into the weighing
room. Turning back to Tara, Buffy
slowly relaxes as she looks down into her lover’s tired eyes. “I never would have believed this would
have happened five years ago.”
Buffy whispers, gently brushing the sweaty hair from her lover’s cheek.
“Five years ago, you wouldn’t have
believed that the world literally has thousands of slayers patrolling it and
working together to control the demon population, either.” Tara smiles softly at her wife, thankful
that times have changed and other than when she ran Buffy off when she was being
extra grumpy, ‘like tonight’ she silently thinks, with the pregnancy, she always
had other slayers to patrol with so nobody normally gets seriously hurt.
“Nope.” Buffy looks intently at Tara for a few
minutes, before leaning in to kiss her softly. “I’m retiring for good, Tara.” Buffy whispers admittedly, watching the
surprise and shock crossing Tara’s face.
“I would like Jessica to grow up in a normal household, without all the
insanity that is our lives. What do
you think?” Buffy nibbles on her
bottom lip worriedly.
“Oh, love.” Tara wraps her hand around Buffy’s neck
and pulls her down to kiss her thoroughly, before releasing her after a few
minutes to the quiet cough coming from the nurse bringing Jess back into the
room. “Maybe in a couple years Jess
can have a baby sister to keep her company then.”
Buffy’s eyes widen in surprise and
shock as she accepts their baby, cradling her carefully in her arms. “You were just…” Buffy whimpers
quietly.
“Pain of childbirth. After the baby is born, the women
usually are fine and forget all about it.”
The nurse explains, chuckling at the shocked look on the petite blonde’s
face.
Tara watches as a slow, beautiful
smile crosses Buffy’s face as she looks down at their daughter, gently brushing
noses with her. Sighing quietly in
contentment at the feeling of completeness, Tara relaxes and falls asleep after
the strenuous activity of having their daughter. Dreaming of a house filled with laughing
girls ranging from anywhere with white-blonde hair to dark brown hair with blue
and hazel eyes.
***
The End