PATROL TIME
BY
KINETIC-KID
Rating:
NC-17 BABY!!
Disclaimer: Definitely no money being made. All characters belong to Joss Whedon and
ME. I own nothing except whatever
characters I may make up for this story.
Distribution: Oh yeah, anywhere,
anytime. Just make sure I get
credit and let me know where it is.
Spoilers: What
is left to be spoiled? If you
haven’t seen BTVS – you need to crawl out from whatever rock you’ve been
hiding!!
SNORT
Feedback:
Please. Please. PLEASE. I
live for feedback. I get irritable
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and think it sucks you may not want me to continue!
Pairing:
B/T
Author’s Note: Suggestion – this is part of the ‘Time
Series’ read Pool Time & Dinner Time first!! It’ll help!
Buffy paces back and forth, trying
to figure out where Tara went. Her
mind sifting through the businesses in the area remembering the coffee shop one
block over, but not remembering anything else. Buffy listens intently, carefully
deciphering all the noises in the night, though her spidey senses aren’t going
off.
***
Tara chuckles softly as she walks
into the coffee shop with her bag, stopping to order a Mocha before heading to
the bathroom. Quickly checking the
stalls, Tara sighs quietly and whispers a spell to lock the door, so no one can
get in, even with a key. Pulling
the newly purchased items out of the bag, Tara pulls them out of the packaging,
washing them with soap and water thoroughly before drying them.
Unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans,
she pushes them down quickly, her panties quickly following. Thankful she’d had the foresight to look
for a harness that unhooked completely, instead of being a partial slip-on
one. Quickly situating the harness,
she hesitates for a minute, never having believed she would wear something like
this in public. In private is one
thing, having used one with one of her other lovers, but wearing it in public,
Tara chuckles quietly. “I’m not
usually that butch.” Tara shrugs
and quickly situates the dildo swallowing at the pressure against her own
excited clit. Adjusting and
tightening the harness, Tara looks down at her panties, shaking her head. “Damn. I’m going to have to go ahead and pull
them off.” Tara bends down, untying
her tennis shoes, toeing them off before sliding her jeans and panties off,
quickly pulling her jeans back on, tucking the dildo carefully away before
slipping her feet in her shoes.
Tying them, Tara tucks her panties away in her pocket.
“How the hell do guys walk around
like this?” Tara questions
rhetorically, as she adjusts the dildo slightly as she practices walking,
unaware of the slight swagger to her stride. Taking a deep breath, Tara looks at
herself in the mirror, noticing the slight blush on her cheeks. “No time like the present.” Tara smirks at her countenance before
whispering the spell to unlock the door and heading to the counter to pick up
the coffee.
***
Buffy looks up as she hears someone
coming towards her, tilting her head as Tara walks towards her with a Styrofoam
coffee cup in her hand.
“Coffee?” Buffy frowns as
she notices the slightly different gate of the Wiccan, wondering if something
happened. “Are you
okay?”
“I’m fine. I thought it wouldn’t hurt for us to
share a mocha.” Tara grins
crookedly at the slayer, handing her the cup.
“Okay.” Buffy looks at the Wiccan clearly
confused about why Tara needed to go to the coffee shop by herself. “Time to start patrol.” Buffy shrugs it off, knowing Tara has
her reasoning. Taking a sip of the
coffee, Buffy smiles as Tara wraps her arm around her waist as they start to
walk towards the nearest cemetery.
“What are you doing this weekend?”
Tara cocks her head as she considers
her options. “Well, other than
spending a good portion of it either thinking about you or being with you, I
guess I’ll be studying.”
Buffy grunts softly at Tara’s
comment. “Next week’s spring break,
are you doing anything or going anywhere?”
“No. I’m just planning on doing some
additional studying and exercising.
I guess I can also put in my application at some different places so I
can work on getting a job before summer gets here.” Tara admits softly as they walk into the
cemetery, accepting the coffee from Buffy.
“Would you…” Buffy trails off, wondering if it’s too
soon to ask the Wiccan to move back in the house, before growling as a hand pops
up from a fresh grave a couple spots away.
“Continue this later.” Buffy
gently squeezes Tara’s arm as she quickly strides over to the new vampire
digging his way out of the grave.
Tara watches as Buffy waits for the
vampire to completely free himself from his grave, before starting to pound on
him while making smart aleck comments.
Shaking her head at her lover’s penchant for taunting the demons, Tara
keeps her eyes open and watches for any other demons to make an appearance,
slowly turning in a circle, while keeping an eye on her
lover.
Buffy growls quietly at the vampire
collapsed on the ground. “They just
don’t make them like they used to.”
Buffy shakes her head before staking the vamp, putting him out of his
misery while searching the area with her eyes and senses, to see if anything
else is nearby. Sighing at the
quiet night, she works her way back to Tara. “I think that’s it for this
one.”
“Onwards.” Tara winks and bumps gently into Buffy’s
side as they walk out of the cemetery.
“So what were you going to ask me earlier?”
Buffy tucks her hands in her jeans
as she looks down at the sidewalk as they walk through downtown Sunnydale. “I was going to ask if you would
consider moving back into the house.”
Buffy admits quietly. “I
don’t mean that you would necessarily have to move into my room with
me…”
“But if we make it ‘til the summer
and are still a couple, you were hoping I would move into your room?” Tara questions glancing at Buffy.
“I’d be happy if you came home with
me tonight and never left again.”
Buffy glances up at Tara, slightly embarrassed. “I’m not a very patient person,
Tara.”
Tara chuckles and runs her finger
through Buffy’s hair as they continue walking. “I honestly never thought of you being
patient, honey. I still need to
find a job to have some money coming in.
Working part time at the Magic Box doesn’t help a lot.”
“If you moved in with me…” Buffy turns and looks hopefully at the
Wiccan.
“I still would insist on paying my
fair share, sweetie. I won’t take
advantage of you that way.” Tara
explains softly pressing her lips to the slayer’s forehead before urging her to
start walking again after they came to a stop. “How about we see how the next month or
so goes, then if we haven’t driven each other up the wall and you decide you
like Sapphic love, we’ll discuss this in more depth,
okay?”
“Already know I like Sapphic
love.” Buffy grumbles as she pouts
and kicks at a stone. “Or at least,
I like your Sapphic love.” Buffy
sighs heavily.
Tara chuckles and smacks Buffy
gently on the butt. “Behave. There’s also the fact that it would make
things more awkward with Willow, honey.
We have to take that into consideration, also.”
Buffy wrinkles her nose in
thought. “Time for her to become
used to us being a couple is of the good.
But I want you to feel free to come over to the house… frequently!” Buffy makes it an order as she glances
at Tara.
“Yes, honey. I’ll come over, you might be able to
talk me into cooking for you guys if you play your cards right.” Tara jokes and winks at the
slayer.
“God! Can I tell you how much I miss your
cooking?” Buffy admits her mind
thinking about some of the dinners.
“None of us can cook, canned soup and sandwiches doesn’t quite get
it.”
Tara runs her hand over her too
skinny lover, gently squeezing her hip.
“I guess I’ll have to come over at least three or four times a week and
feed you, make sure you’re eating nutritious, filling dinners,
right?”
“At least.” Buffy nods her head in agreement,
growling quietly as she feels her senses go off, before she hears the noise
coming from the alley they’re walking towards. “Here we go.” Buffy whispers, smiling as Tara releases
her.
Tara watches as Buffy jogs to the
end of the opening to the alley, looking in before quickly disappearing. Striding to the end of the alley, Tara
watches as Buffy takes on three vampires, wading into the middle of them
punching, kicking and throwing them into the brick buildings on either side of
them. Wincing as she hears the loud
crunch of one of the vampires being thrown into the dumpster.
“You know, I am very, very tired of
you idiots?” Buffy growls as she
picks one of the vampires up, tossing him hard against the wall before doing a
spinning back kick, nailing the one trying to sneak up behind her in the solar
plexus. “You guys don’t know how to
fight. You just look for a quick
easy meal. Guess what? You didn’t find it!” Buffy slams her fist into one vampire’s
jaw before jumping up and kicking another one in the face, wrinkling her nose at
the blood pouring from the vampire’s broken nose. Quickly staking him, she looks at the
one vampire crumpled on the ground against the wall, where she’d obviously
broken his neck when she threw him against the wall. “Huh. No stamina.” Buffy looks over at the other vampire
his hand on his chest as he tries to gain his feet.
“I don’t think they’re going to be
much more fun for you, sweetie.”
Tara calls from the end of the alley.
“They weren’t any fun to begin
with.” Buffy shakes her head and
quickly stakes the two vampires. “I
know it’s getting close to being summertime, and things slow down, but all I’ve
been fighting are newly risen vampires lately. Where the hell are the ones making
them? I guess I’m going to have to
visit the damn drains and sewer systems to find out where they’re
hiding.”
“They aren’t in any of the
mausoleums?” Tara unconsciously
shifts the dildo to a slightly more comfortable spot, as she’d become more
aroused as Buffy fought the vampires.
“No. I’ve checked all the other spots they
normally hang.” Buffy admits. “I just hate going down into the sewer
systems, it makes me stink worse than the DMP did!”
Tara chuckles at the thought. “I’d say it would. When you decide to hit the tunnels, will
you let me know? I’ll be happy to
go with you and keep you company while also watching your
back.”
“I’d appreciate it. I hate going down there by myself.” Buffy admits softly as they slowly head
to a quieter part of town, walking into the cemetery.
“I would say not. Damp, stinky place with lots of little
areas for demons to hide out in and sneak up on you while you’re fighting other
ones. Nope, wouldn’t be my favorite
place to be.” Tara smirks at Buffy
as the slayer slows down to look at her with a contemplative look on her
face.
“Are you sure I can’t talk you into
moving into the house right away? I
like being able to talk to you at any given time.” Buffy reaches out and runs a finger down
the Wiccan’s cheek. “You don’t
judge me, you don’t try and act like everything’s fine. And you accept me the way I am. You see things that no one else does,
plus are willing to go into the nasty places with me.”
“I love you as you are, Buffy. Other than the fact I want you to gain
some much needed weight, and possibly helping to make you happier and more
relaxed, I love you the way you are.”
Tara smiles lovingly at the slayer before leaning in and kissing Buffy
tenderly for a moment before pulling back.
“Looks like it’s time to go back to work.”
“I know. I was hoping he’d take the hint and go
away. Would much rather be making
out with you, instead of beating up vamps.” Buffy grumbles before brushing her lips
back over Tara’s one more time before spinning around to face the vampire coming
up behind her.
“Oooh. A couple nice snacks.” The vampire growls as he licks his lips
staring at the two women. “Which
one of you should I eat first?”
“Neither. We prefer each other. No guys allowed.” Buffy snarls before slamming an uppercut
into his jaw smirking as he flies back five yards, landing on his ass. Watching as he stares in surprise at
her, before shaking his head and vamping out. “What, you weren’t expecting that from
little ol’ me?” Buffy laughs before
she jumps and spins, making a hard connection with the side of the vampire’s
head as he stands.
“Fucking cunt!” He growls angrily as he bounces back up,
diving after the slayer.
“Oh, no you don’t!” Tara growls angrily throwing a spell at
the vampire slamming him into an invisible wall in front of the slayer. Striding over to the vampire, Tara slams
her foot down on the back of his neck, snarling at him. “Nobody calls her a cunt. Personally I hate that word, and anyone
that uses it!” Tara whispers a
spell, a fireball appearing above her hand as she steps back away from the
vampire, throwing the fireball at the vampire, before turning and striding
away.
“Guess you won’t do that
anymore.” Buffy watches as the
vampire catches fire, his screams cut short as he explodes in a shower of
ash. Buffy looks over her shoulder
at Tara who’s now calmly leaning against the mausoleum wall a few yards away,
watching her with intense blue eyes.
“Are you okay?” Buffy
questions cautiously as she works towards Tara, not wanting to admit it, but the
way Tara took charge made her even more turned on.
“Yes, I’m okay. I just really dislike that word.” Tara admits, grinning crookedly at the
slayer.
“I would say that’s obvious.” Buffy blinks at the understatement. “By the way, when did you learn the
little fire spell?”
“I’ve been working on it for a
while. I’ve always been able to
create the fire, but making it into the concentration to dust the vampires
needed a little extra oomph.
Finding the happy medium where it’s just enough and not too much was the
problem.” Tara explains, shrugging,
watching curiously as Buffy prowls towards her, as if she’s on the hunt.
“What happens when there’s too
much?” Buffy questions, her voice
rough while she places her hands against the wall on either side of the Wiccan
leaning her upper body in slightly towards Tara.
“Huge flames, very noticeable.” Tara answers slightly sidetracked as she
sees the flare of desire in Buffy’s eyes.
Buffy inhales deeply, smelling the
scent of arousal coming from Tara.
Leaning in closer, Buffy nips at the Wiccan’s neck, smirking as she hears
the slight catch of Tara’s breath and the stronger scent of arousal. “Does my fighting turn you on?” Buffy questions as she nips her way up
the Wiccan’s neck, stopping to suck gently on Tara’s earlobe.
“Uh, huh.” Tara moans quietly, tilting her head as
Buffy leaves her earlobe to nip and suck her way back down the side of her
neck. “What’s turned you on,
besides your fighting?” Tara
finally questions after Buffy releases the skin she’d been sucking
on.
“You being all butch-y and taking
out that vampire.” Buffy growls,
pulling one hand away from the wall to slowly unbutton the top buttons of Tara’s
top so she can dip her fingers in to caress over the silk covered mound,
smirking at the hard nipple her fingers encounter. “Of course, I’m not the only one turned
on, am I?” Buffy growls directly in
Tara’s ear before she whimpers quietly as she finds herself spun around, her
back pressed firmly against the wall of the mausoleum. Staring in stunned surprise at the
dark blue eyes a short distance from her.
“No, you’re not.” Tara strokes her hand down Buffy’s
sides, before leaning in and capturing her lips in a deep, soul searching kiss,
finally breaking it off after a couple minutes to pant heavily. “Are we alone?” Tara questions hoarsely, watching as
Buffy blinks a couple times trying to focus, grinning as Buffy finally nods her
head.
“Yeah. No demons within spidey sense
distance.” Buffy admits, groaning
as Tara quickly strokes both her hands over her breasts, pinching and twisting
gently, slowly pinching more firmly.
“I have this little fantasy…” Tara starts softly, looking at the
slayer, a wicked smirk on her face.
“Fantasy?” Buffy squeaks out the word, pressing her
body into Tara’s firm hands.
“Yes, fantasy.” Tara squeezes the slayer’s breasts one
more time before trailing her fingers down the taut abdomen, slipping her
fingers between the waistband and the slayer’s body. “Oooh. Either someone isn’t wearing any
underwear or it’s even skimpier than normal.” Tara strokes the back of her fingers
over the slayer’s smooth, damp skin.
“Not wearing…” Buffy whimpers loudly as Tara’s fingers
disappear from within her jeans.
“Bad girl. I bet you were wishing you had worn them
earlier, weren’t you?” Tara
murmurs, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping the slayer’s jeans, sliding her hand
back in the jeans, moaning loudly at the copious amount of liquid she
encounters.
“Still am.” Buffy admits bucking her hips into
Tara’s hand. “Tara, please!” Buffy begs as Tara plays around her
swollen clit without coming into contact with the aching
muscle.
“What do you want, honey?” Tara whispers, before tilting her
forehead against Buffy’s, looking down between their bodies at the sight of her
hand playing teasingly over the slayer’s body.
“I want you to touch me.” Buffy groans loudly, the desire and
frustration obvious in her voice.
“I am touching you.” Tara points out, her lips quirking up as
Buffy growls and shifts her hips trying to make her fingers come into contact
with her. “What if I said I would
give you release, but only if you take off your jeans?”
Buffy groans, before whimpering
quietly, the desire so strong she would probably agree to anything for
release. “I could do it
myself.” Buffy points out her voice
low and hoarse.
“No you can’t. I’m not going to allow you to pleasure
yourself. I’d rather save that for
another time where I can watch you in comfort.” Tara brushes her lips over the tip of
Buffy’s nose.
Buffy whimpers louder at the
Wiccan’s comment before she lifts one leg placing her foot flat against the
wall, reaching down and untying her boot quickly before yanking it
off.
“Just one leg.” Tara whispers softly as she sees what
Buffy’s doing, moving back a short distance to give the slayer room. “I want room to maneuver, which I can’t
do with you wearing your jeans.”
Buffy nods in answer, her voice
absent. Pushing her jeans down, she
pulls her leg from the one side of the jeans, watching Tara intently.
“Close your eyes, love.” Tara orders softly, smiling as Buffy
closes them almost immediately.
Reaching down, Tara lowers the zipper on her jeans, smirking as Buffy
tilts her head at the light rasping sound.
“Tara?” Buffy questions
hoarsely.
“Trust me.” Tara bites her lip as she eases the
dildo out through the zipper, the pressure on her clit almost enough to make her
cum right at that moment.
“With everything that I am.” Buffy answers even though she knows that
it wasn’t a question.
“And I’ll never do anything to
disabuse that trust.” Tara whispers
as she eases her body closer to Buffy.
“Spread your legs, love.”
Tara smiles as Buffy spreads her legs quickly, before she runs a hand up
the inside of the soft skin.
“Goddess, your pants must be saturated if there’s this much liquid
here.”
“You have no idea.” Buffy growls as Tara’s hand comes up to
cup her, a finger slowly easing between her lips to stroke up and down before
sliding within her. Buffy bucks
against the hand wanting Tara to stop teasing. “You’re teasing.” Buffy points out her voice almost
non-existent.
“No. I’m being extra careful.” Tara explains, sliding a second and then
a third finger within the slayer, making sure Buffy is prepared for the
relatively thick dildo.
“Careful?” Buffy questions, whimpering lowly as she
bucks against the fingers stretching her insides as they slowly stroke in and
out of her for a few minutes.
“Yes, extra careful.” Tara smiles when Buffy growls loudly as
she removes her fingers from within the slayer. Using the desire coated digits Tara runs
them over the dildo before grasping it firmly. Dipping down, Tara eases her body
between the slayers spread legs, lifting her body
gradually.
“Sweet JESUS!” Buffy practically yells as she feels the
dildo pressing within her, her eyes popping open in realization.
“Shh, love. Don’t want every demon coming to see
what we’re doing, do we?” Tara
smirks as she gradually slides completely home within the slayer’s
depths.
“Wha---.” Buffy starts, closing her eyes and
moaning loudly as Tara starts to stroke firmly and quickly within her. Buffy automatically counterthrusting
against the Wiccan.
Placing one hand against the wall
beside Buffy’s head, Tara leans her body in until she’s flush against the
slayer, her hips nestled between Buffy’s legs as she grabs the slayer’s other
leg with her hand, urging it up to wrap around her waist, allowing her to adjust
the penetration angle and depth.
Buffy bites her lip roughly as with
Tara’s maneuvering, the thicker head of the dildo hits her g-spot with every
stroke. “Sweet mother…” Buffy buries her face against Tara’s
neck even as her hands are on the Wiccan’s hips and her body urges Tara on to a
harder rocking motion.
Tara grunts quietly as she feels her
body teetering on the edge as every time she bottoms out inside the slayer, the
base of the dildo presses hard against her clit. Feeling her lover tensing even more
against her, and the inner muscles of the slayer clenching and unclenching on
the dildo, the two women becoming less rhythmic in the stroking as it becomes
more about the pleasure and the release wanting to be let out. “Almost…” Tara whimpers pressing her lips against
Buffy’s ear as she slams even quicker and harder into the slayer’s
body.
Buffy bites down firmly on Tara’s
shoulder, not knowing when she’d worked the Wiccan’s shirt loose to where it was
barely covering her, to keep from screaming out the Wiccan’s name as she comes
with a force that she never would have believed possible, her leg clenching
Tara’s body against her, not allowing the Wiccan to move as she
explodes.
“Goddess!” Tara cries out against Buffy’s head, her
own release following seconds after Buffy’s causing her to groan at the hot
flood of liquid coming from the slayer.
Working an arm around the slayer’s back, Tara holds her closely as the
slayer’s body convulses and shakes against her, the slayer obviously not able to
support herself at this moment in time.
“I love you.” Tara whispers
softly in Buffy’s ear as her lover finally releases the flesh of the shoulder
she’d been biting.
Buffy wraps her shaking hands around
Tara’s back, holding on for dear life as she feels her leg trying to collapse on
her from the orgasm that had literally rocked her world. Unconsciously, Buffy laps gently at the
wound she’d given Tara, it taking a few minutes for her body and mind to calm
down enough for her to realize she tastes the copper of blood. “Shit!” Buffy inhales deeply and shifts her head
back to try and get a good look at the wound she’d given
Tara.
“Shhh.” Tara hugs Buffy tightly. “It’s okay, honey. I’d prefer you do that than screaming
out into the night and having twenty demons surrounding us to make us a midnight
snack.”
“Tara… I didn’t mean to.” Buffy frowns heavily as she looks at the
teeth marks, her eyeteeth obviously having pierced the Wiccan’s skin. Brushing a shaking finger over the
indentions, Buffy whimpers softly at hurting Tara. “We need to go get this cleaned.”
Tara leans back away from Buffy,
hearing the scared and worried tones in the slayer’s voice. “Is it even still bleeding?” Tara questions softly, watching as Buffy
looks up at her and slowly shakes her head, the guilt obvious on her face. “Hold on a second.” Tara dips her body slowly, easing the
dildo out of the slayer, before tucking it away and zipping her jeans back up.
Kneeling down in front of Buffy, Tara places a quick kiss on the slayer’s mound
before urging her to lift her leg so she can help her pull her jeans back
up.
“Tara, I can get them.” Buffy frowns heavily even as she runs
her thumb over the wound on Tara’s shoulder. “Damn it! I didn’t mean to hurt you. Stupid fucking slayer.” Buffy growls angrily.
“Buffy, honey, it honestly doesn’t
hurt that much.” Tara explains
softly even as she zips and buttons the slayer’s jeans. Kneeling back down, she pulls Buffy’s
shoe back on, tying it quickly before standing and lifting Buffy’s chin from
where she’d dropped it so she wouldn’t have to look her in the eye. When Buffy shifts her eyes to the side,
still not making eye contact, Tara growls loudly. “Look at me,
Slayer!”
Buffy jerks her eyes back at Tara,
her eyes wide at the Wiccan using the same tone on her that she’d used on the
vampire.
“You didn’t hurt me on purpose, and
honestly I hardly noticed the pressure in the midst of my climax! I’m sure this won’t be the last time
that one of us does something like this, so just get it out of your head about
treating me like a fucking china doll from now on, understand?” Tara growls, her brows furrowed as she
stares down the slayer, seeing the guilty look cross Buffy’s face at her comment
about treating her like a doll.
“But you aren’t used to that kind of
treatment, Tara.” Buffy whispers
wincing as Tara growls again.
“If you hurt me, I’ll let you
know! Until that time, assume that
whatever you have done is okay with me, understood?” Tara tries again, lifting her hand to
cup the slayer’s face firmly. “Rule
of thumb between us, we will say if something bothers us or hurts us, okay? And if there’s something that we
particularly enjoy and want to do more of, we’ll say something then, also!”
Buffy nibbles on her bottom lip as
she looks into serious blue eyes.
“You’re okay?”
Tara relaxes and smiles softly as
she sees the understanding slowly seeping into hazel eyes. “I’m really, truly okay, honey. I promise. Now give me a hug and a kiss to curl my
toes then we’ll continue on patrol.”
“My pleasure.” Buffy grins before hugging Tara tightly
rubbing her cheek over the shoulder she’d bitten, placing a soft kiss on the
wound before shifting to capture Tara’s lips in a heated battle of
wills.
“Goddess!” Tara whimpers as Buffy finally releases
her lips, dropping her head on the slayer’s strong shoulder. “You know, you sure can kiss for a
straight girl.”
Buffy laughs quietly and shakes her
head. “Obviously not as straight as
either one of us thought. Because I
sure can tell you, I’ve been enjoying your lovings far too much for a straight
woman.”
Tara chuckles and eases back from
the slayer, her eyes twinkling merrily.
“You think so, huh?”
“I know so.” Buffy nods decisively. “If we don’t get a move on, I may want
to see what else you can do with your… addition.” Buffy quirks her lip as she runs a hand
down the Wiccan’s body, pressing against the dildo, smirking as Tara closes her
eyes and groans.
“You keep that up, and you’ll find
out.” Tara slowly opens her eyes,
staring into hazel eyes.
Swallowing hard, Buffy eases her
hand away from where she’d kept it pressing against the dildo. “Patrol.” Buffy whispers, following Tara as the
Wiccan slowly turns and heads towards the gates leading out of the cemetery,
grunting quietly at the coarse, wet denim rubbing against
her.
Tara hears the slightly painful
grunt come from Buffy. Turning on
her heel, she looks at the slayer and realizes what the problem is. “Sorry, sweetie. I didn’t even think about taking care of
that for you.” Tara hurries back to
the slayer, whispering the incantation as she runs her hands lightly down the
jeans, drying them quickly before looking at her own jeans and repeating the
incantation.
“Thank you.” Buffy sighs in relief as she takes a
couple steps. “I wasn’t looking
forward to being rubbed raw before the night was through.”
“And even with slayer healing, it’s
still painful.” Tara adds, smiling
understandingly at her lover.
“You got that right.” Buffy’s eyes drop to where the Wiccan’s
shirt is undone enough to where she can see the peach colored bra. Licking her lips at the sight, Buffy
raises her hand and strokes her fingers softly over the flesh on display before
lowering her hand. When Tara lifts
her hands and goes to button the shirt back to where it was before, Buffy
captures her hands. “Don’t,
please. You’re gorgeous, Tara. And I’m enjoying the sight.” Buffy admits
softly.
Tara blushes and looks down at her
cleavage on display. “My bra’s
showing, Buffy.” Tara points out
needlessly.
“Yes, it is.” Buffy agrees, her fingers lifting again
to trace along the edge of the bra.
Tara shivers at the soft touch, the
goose bumps rising on her body at the barely there caress.
Pulling her hand away, Buffy smiles
as she reaches down and threads their fingers together. “Let’s finish patrol. I want to see what you have planned for
the rest of tonight. And I’m
assuming you visited the adult store before the coffee shop
tonight.”
“So, you’re familiar with the
Sunnydale Adult Toy Store, huh?”
Tara grins crookedly at the slayer as they walk at a faster pace through
Sunnydale.
“Intimately familiar.” Buffy admits, blushing lightly. “Like I mentioned earlier, slaying makes
me horny.” Buffy shrugs at the
admittance. “I have a tendency to
wear out my vibrators.”
“Need a decent paying job just for
the toys I guess.” Tara needles
lightly, chuckling as Buffy agrees without any fuss.
“I’m lucky if the damn things last a
month.” Buffy sighs heavily. “Maybe I’m doing something
wrong.”
“Depends…” Tara smirks as Buffy raises an eyebrow
and looks towards her as they head into the next cemetery. “Are you able to
climax?”
“That would be a yes.” Buffy nods, wondering where Tara’s going
with her comment.
“Then you aren’t doing anything
wrong.” Tara smacks Buffy firmly on
the ass, chuckling wickedly as Buffy releases her fingers, heading towards the
vampire climbing out of the grave.
“So, as long as I climax I’m doing
it right?” Buffy confirms, smirking
at the confused look on the vampire’s face. Crossing her arms, she decides to wait
and see what happens with the vamp.
“I look at it like this.” Tara starts as she sits down on top of a
tombstone, making a slight adjustment to sit more comfortably. “Anything that feels good, you enjoy, or
makes you reach orgasm can’t be wrong.”
Tara points out.
“What the hell?” The vampire looks from one blonde to the
other as they discuss sex.
“But is it normal to run through the
batteries in one night?” Buffy
smirks at the vampire as he looks towards her again.
“Just means you should get either
rechargeable batteries, or one that’s got an AC adapter.” Tara smirks as Buffy glances at her with
a surprised look on her face.
“Didn’t know they made those?
They do, but you probably have to special order them.” Tara shrugs, chuckling as Buffy finally
just stakes the vampire that’s staring at them
dumbfounded.
“I think that might have been the
easiest slay I’ve had in years.”
Buffy shakes her head before heading back towards Tara.
“Then again, maybe we could invent
one where we hooked up a gas powered motorcycle engine to it for you.” Tara offers, trying not to
laugh.
Buffy stops and tilts her head in
consideration. “That might
work. I wonder if Xander could make
one?” Buffy states seriously, her
eyes watching the dark blush creep up on Tara’s face. “Gotcha!” Buffy jumps back at the quick swipe
aimed at her from Tara.
“Brat. You almost had me believing you were
serious.” Tara grins crookedly as
she eases off the tombstone.
“Nothing else here?”
“Nope, not that I can feel.” Buffy threads her fingers through Tara’s
as they continue on patrol. “So,
obviously you’ve had some experience with these type
items.”
“Oh, yes. I have a little collection in the dorm
that I’ve been working on here lately.”
Tara grins at her lover.
“Maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you play with some of
them.”
Buffy raises an eyebrow at the
Wiccan. “You have more than
one? I usually only have two. One’s a back up for when I destroy the
other one.”
“Oh, I have multiple items. I like to experiment, remember?” Tara bounces her shoulder against
Buffy’s, laughing quietly as she whimpers.
“You’re trying to make my head
explode, aren’t you?” Buffy
hoarsely whispers.
“Well, that would be a different
part of your anatomy I’d be causing to explode, personally I like your head as
it is.” Tara jokes, squeezing
Buffy’s fingers.
“I think we’ve done a good enough
patrol.” Buffy turns the corner
heading them back towards campus.
“Patrol’s over?” Tara bites her lip as Buffy nods her
head strongly.
“Patrol is over, as long as we don’t
run into anything else.” Buffy
growls daring demon kind to come between her and getting Tara to her dorm
room.
***
The End…
Time Series - Part 4 - Shower time
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