POOL
TIME
BY
KINETIC-KID
Rating:
NC-17 (As is the Norm)
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
Summary: How
innocent exercise can lead to something more…
Buffy smirks as she
works her way over to the college building that housed the pools and other
equipment. Having been working at
the college for two weeks now as a custodian, she finally got to do something
besides pick up the trash and clean the bathrooms.
Twirling the keys
around on her finger, she hesitates as she hears a light splash, swearing that
her boss said that the pool area was usually cleared out and locked down tight
by this time on Friday night, so they’d have a chance to clean the area.
Checking the door,
Buffy grabs the right key and unlocks the door, letting it latch behind her as
she walks in, looking over the area intently. Seeing someone stroking strongly and
smoothly through the water, Buffy listens and looks over the rest of the area,
not hearing or seeing anything else.
Pursing her lips, she considers what she should do. Continuing around to the other doors,
she double-checks them, frowning as she finds that they are all locked like they
should be. Turning back to the form
swimming in the water, Buffy places her hands on her hips and tilts her
head. “So, how did you get in
here?” Buffy whispers softly.
Deciding to go
ahead and start cleaning the area, since the person in the pool obviously wasn’t
bothering anything at this time, Buffy works quickly and efficiently, working
her way from the shower area out to the pool area, turning to look at the person
who finally seems to be slowing down on their strokes. Walking over to the edge of the pool,
Buffy raises an eyebrow as she considers the woman as the obviously fit, lightly
muscular body comes closer. ‘Okay,
now I’m checking out strange women swimming. I have sooo got to get laid.’ Buffy mentally chastises herself after
feeling a twinge of desire course through her at the woman almost to the edge of
the pool.
Tara finishes her
last lap, letting her body relax as she slows down, making her way to the edge
of the pool, dipping her head back in the water to slick all her hair away from
her face as she opens her eyes, blinking in surprise at a pair of hazel eyes a
couple feet from her, glinting with mischief.
“Do you make it a
habit of breaking into areas that no one’s supposed to be in?” Buffy questions, her eyebrow rising as
Tara blushes lightly. “At least it
makes a little more sense now. I
was trying to figure out how someone got in here, with all the doors
locked.”
Tara laughs quietly
and wiggles her fingers. Tilting
her head, she looks inquiringly at the slayer. “I know how I got in here, but how about
you? You aren’t chasing some demon
or anything, are you?” Tara
questions looking around.
“Nah.” Buffy shakes her head, smirking as she
pulls the large ring of keys out and jingles them in front of Tara. “I am now officially working for the
college as a ‘Janitorial Custodian’.”
“That’s wonderful,
sweetie.” Tara grins crookedly at
the slayer, accepting Buffy’s hand as she helps her out of the pool. “Definitely has to be better than
working at the DMP.”
Buffy swallows hard
as Tara’s glistening body comes to rest in front of her. Unable to tear her eyes away from the
water trailing down the luscious… ‘Luscious? When did Tara start to look like
this?’ Buffy wonders for a moment,
before she continues her perusal of the firm, lightly muscular body. Unconsciously, Buffy reaches out and
trails a finger across Tara’s abdomen, tracing the lightly defined muscles. Jerking her eyes up when she hears the
rough inhale of breath coming from Tara.
Yanking her hand away, Buffy blushes darkly and shakes her head. “Sorry.”
Tara stares in
stunned surprise as she watches the slayer seem to literally drink her form in,
when she sees the curiousness turn into arousal as a finger lightly caresses
over her stomach, the arousal, more than anything, makes her inhale
roughly. Watching as Buffy blushes
and apologizes as she starts to turn away, Tara reaches out and grasps the
slayer’s arm, stopping her.
“I, uh, kinda need
to get to cleaning.” Buffy mutters
almost incoherently as she eases her arm away from Tara’s grasp.
Tara watches
intently as the slayer walks over to the mop bucket in the corner of the
room. Reaching for her towel, Tara
slowly dries her body as she considers the slayer. Once the surprise and shock that the
slayer had obviously been checking her out wears off, Tara considers the
woman. Tilting her head, a small
smile crossing her face, Tara watches as Buffy works on mopping the floor. When Buffy glances surreptitiously at her
for the fourth time, she rolls her eyes and tries not to laugh. Wrapping the towel around her hips, Tara
walks over to Buffy as her mind settles on a plan of
action.
Buffy bites her lip
as she watches Tara come towards her.
Dropping her head back down, she starts swiping the mop over the floor
quicker. When she feels the Wiccan
come to a stop directly behind her, Buffy whimpers quietly as warm hands rest on
her shoulders for a second before following down her arms to her hands. “Sweet, Jesus!” Buffy moans loudly as Tara’s body
presses along her back, feeling the dampness from the Wiccan’s top soaking her
shirt and the obviously hard nipples pressing into her.
Tara urges Buffy to
drop the mop handle as she wraps her arms around the slayer. “Since when have you started checking
women out, Buffy?” Tara questions
softly into the slayer’s ear, as she strokes her fingers over the slayer’s
hands.
“I don’t…” Buffy growls quietly and drops her chin
down on her chest, not wanting to lie to the Wiccan. “A while.” Buffy finally
admits.
“Hmmm.” Tara rubs her chin over the slayer’s
tense shoulder, continuing her fingers’ caressing motions over the slayer’s
hands and arms. “How long have you
been checking me out?”
“Do I have to
answer that?” Buffy finally
questions after a few minutes, not wanting to admit to the Wiccan that ever
since she’d broken down in her lap, she’d had some decidedly carnal thoughts
working through her mind about the Wiccan.
Her own curiosity working to the forefront especially after feeling the
warm, kind hands soothingly stroking over her head and back.
“No, you
don’t.” Tara hugs Buffy tightly for
a few minutes, thinking silently.
“Did you know that Willow and Amy are dating?” Tara questions softly, knowing that when
she’d run into the two women, Willow had been nervous and started babbling,
actually making her laugh at the sight of the woman that she remembered finally
being back. When she‘d calmly told
Willow she was honestly happy for her, Willow had been shocked and
surprised. She had been happy
for the redhead, it also made her consider her options a little more closely,
knowing she felt something more than friendship for the small slayer, but not
knowing what to do about it.
“Yeah, I kinda
found out last week.” Buffy admits,
surprise in her voice at Tara’s matter of fact question. “I didn’t know you
knew.”
“Hmmm. I’ve known for a little over two months,
now.” Tara grins as Buffy jerks
slightly in her arms.
“They’ve been
dating for that long?” Buffy frowns
heavily, as she shifts around to look at Tara. “You’re awfully calm about
this.”
Tara shrugs as she
looks in Buffy’s eyes. “I don’t
love Willow anymore, Buffy. After
everything that happened, I couldn’t forgive her and she knew it. She’s moved on with her life, as have
I.”
“I… I thought you
two would probably get back together.”
Buffy finally admits, as she looks down, surprised that Tara kept her
arms wrapped around her.
“I guess that would
be a natural assumption, if nobody had spoken with you.” Tara purses her lips as she considers
the slightly shorter woman. “I
haven’t seen you in a while. How
are things with you?”
Buffy shrugs,
biting her lip. “Well, I’m working
here, obviously. Lot better pay and
a lot less smelly.” Buffy jokes,
finally lifting her eyes to look at Tara’s softly smiling countenance. Seeing the silent question in Tara’s
eyes, Buffy sighs quietly. “I’ve
been avoiding him as best as I can for the last few months. He’s tried forcing my hand a few times,
but I haven’t given in.”
Tara raises her
hand to stroke softly over the slayer’s cheekbone. “How are you feeling, now, sweetie? I swear I actually see some happiness in
your eyes now.” Tara explains
softly.
Buffy closes her
eyes and slowly nods her head. “I’m
feeling a little better. I still
have my moments, but I find myself smiling a little more and laughing at
different things.” Buffy explains
softly as she slowly opens her eyes.
“You’re getting
there, sweetie.” Tara smiles softly
at the slayer. “I’m so happy for
you. Is there anything I can do to
possibly help you?”
Buffy blushes
lightly and looks down again, her eyes unconsciously landing on the Wiccan’s
breasts. Groaning quietly, Buffy
rolls her eyes. “I don’t think
so.” Buffy tries to ease back away
from the Wiccan, surprised when Tara’s arms tense, keeping her from
escaping.
“That didn’t sound
too terribly positive.” Tara raises
an eyebrow as she looks at Buffy, seeing the slightly scared look crossing the
hazel eyes she’s looking into.
“What are you afraid of, Buffy?”
Tara finally questions quietly, her hands starting to stroke firmly up
and down the slayer’s back, watching as the desire starts to darken the slayer’s
eyes. “Are you afraid of
feeling? Or are you afraid of being
with a woman? Or is it me that
scares you?”
Buffy’s eyes widen
and she shakes her head vehemently.
“Tara, you are like the least scariest person in the
world.”
Tara tilts her head
considering the slayer. Deciding on
being blunt, Tara questions the slayer softly. “What if I said that I would really,
really like to kiss you right now?”
Buffy stops
breathing as she stares at Tara in surprise. “Why?” Buffy finally asks, not knowing why the
Wiccan would ever entertain the thought of kissing her.
“Why do I want to
kiss you?” Tara questions, blinking
in surprise as Buffy nods her head quickly in answer. “Well, I’ll ignore the obvious reasons
for now.” Tara chuckles quietly at
the confusion showing in Buffy’s eyes.
“I care for you deeply, Buffy.
Whether you realize it or not, you hold a portion of my heart. But there is no way I’ll ever do
anything you don’t want.”
Buffy stares
intently at the Wiccan, searching the blue eyes. Seeing nothing but the truth shining
from the blue eyes, along with caring, Buffy whimpers quietly, dropping her eyes
to the Wiccan’s mouth. “You’re
Willow’s ex.” Buffy finally
breathes out softly.
“Ex is the keyword
in that sentence, sweetie.” Tara
murmurs as she runs her hands gently over the slayer’s back.
“But isn’t there
something inherently wrong with wanting to be with a friend’s ex?” Buffy questions seriously, her eyes
showing her turmoil. “My God! I would love to kiss you, date you, hell
spend all my time with you. But
you’re Willow’s ex, and I’ve been fucking Spike!” Buffy grabs her head and pulls at her
hair as she finally spins around and away from Tara, striding back and
forth. “How in the hell could you
even consider kissing me, after I’d been with him? With a soulless dead
vampire?”
Tara watches as
Buffy strides back and forth in front of her, finally realizing what the real
problem is, is that Buffy can’t understand why anyone could love her. Because, ultimately, the slayer doesn’t
love herself anymore. Rubbing a
hand over her forehead as she tries to think of what to say, Tara finally takes
a deep breath and closes the distance between them to stop right in front of
Buffy, making the slayer stop so she wouldn’t run into her. Reaching up and clasping the slayer’s
face in her two hands, Tara looks deeply into the slayer’s eyes. “You needed something that none of us
could understand or help you with.
I’m not saying what happened was right, but you didn’t know what you
needed and he took advantage of the situation. You went through hell when you came
back, and I know you still have a hard time being here. You couldn’t come to us, because we were
the ones that fucked you over, by bringing you back after you finally received
what you so richly deserved.
Whether you believe it or not, Buffy, you deserve to be
loved.”
Buffy swallows as
she looks into intense blue eyes, listening to Tara, knowing that the Wiccan is
telling her like she sees it, but having a hard time believing that after the
things that she’s done that she deserves to be loved. “Tara…” Buffy whimpers softly, the tears coming
to her eyes. “Please…”
Tara sees the
longing in Buffy’s eyes, not just to be kissed but to be loved and to be
connected with the land of the living again. “Goddess, I hope this is what you
want.” Tara murmurs softly as she
closes the distance between their lips, kissing Buffy softly and gently,
brushing her lips repeatedly over the slayer’s, pressing more firmly when she
feels Buffy’s arms wrap around her neck, pulling her in for a deeper, longer
kiss. Groaning as she feels Buffy’s
mouth open under her lips and the slayer’s tongue come out to stroke tentatively
over her lips. Eagerly opening her
mouth, Tara sucks the inquisitive tongue inside her mouth before releasing it to
battle softly and enticingly against Buffy.
Growling quietly as
Tara shifts her lips to kiss along her cheek and jaw, pressing her lips firmly
along the flesh before capturing her earlobe between her teeth to bite gently,
Buffy pulls the Wiccan’s body hard into hers. Her fingers stroking over the warm, damp
flesh of Tara’s waist, Buffy quickly releases the tuck on the side of the towel,
letting it drop at their feet.
Pressing her body firmly against Tara‘s, almost wanting to crawl inside
the Wiccan, Buffy is unaware of their gradual movement as the two women
shift.
Tara inhales
lightly as she feels Buffy’s eager fingers sliding under her bikini bottoms to
stroke over the beginning swells of her butt. Nipping her way lightly down the
slayer’s neck, Tara’s hands start to pull the slayer’s shirt from her waist
band, her nails scraping gently along the sides of the slayer as she pulls the
shirt up, smirking as she feels Buffy shift slightly and help her finish yanking
the shirt out of the way.
“Goddess!” Tara groans as
she sees the slayer’s pert breasts for the first time, her hands reaching up to
caress over the flesh, her thumbs stroking back and forth eagerly.
“Tara…” Buffy growls her own hands reaching for
the straps of the bikini top, wanting to see the Wiccan.
“Take it off.” Tara encourages as she starts to pinch
and twist the slayer’s nipples gently at first, more firmly as Buffy moans
loudly in pleasure. As the slayer
presses her body into her, Tara takes another unconscious step back, before her
eyes open wide as she feels the edge of the pool. “Oh, SHIT!”
Buffy grabs for the
Wiccan. Realizing too late what was
happening, and follows her into the pool, the two of them sputtering as they
come to the surface. Buffy’s
thankful the water isn’t cold, looking in astonishment as Tara starts to
laugh. “Tara?”
Tara smirks and
finishes untying her top, tossing it to the edge of the pool as she swims
towards the slayer who’s treading water looking at her as if she’s insane. Taking a deep breath, Tara submerges
under the water and quickly unties the slayer’s shoes, yanking them off quickly
before popping up beside the slayer, tossing them on the edge of the pool.
“What are you
doing?” Buffy questions hoarsely,
seeing a glint in the Wiccan’s eyes that she can’t ever remember seeing
before.
Tara wiggles her
eyebrows, grinning wickedly at the slayer before she slowly drops beneath the
water again, her hands trailing down the slayer’s body, as she starts to
unbutton and unzip the Dockers Buffy was wearing that made up the rest of her
uniform, pushing them with a little bit of problem down the slayer’s kicking
legs as Buffy tries to stay above the water.
Buffy’s eyes become
huge as she feels teeth nipping at her thigh as Tara works her way back up her
body with her pants and socks.
Watching as Tara tosses the pants and socks over to the edge of the pool
with the other items Buffy’s mouth opens and closes a couple times in
surprise.
Tara quirks an
eyebrow at Buffy before she eases her bikini bottoms down and off, tossing them
on the growing pile, leaving Buffy the only one with any clothes on. Closing the distance between them, Tara
slides her body up and down Buffy’s a couple inches before capturing the
slayer’s lips in a heated, carnal kiss while running her hands down the slayer’s
firm back to cup the slayer’s ass in her hands, her fingers playing with the
tiny strip of cloth that runs down between the slayer’s butt cheeks.
Groaning loudly at
the pleasure shooting through her at the feel of Tara’s hard nipples being
dragged up and down her body, Buffy wraps her legs around Tara’s waist as she
feels the Wiccan’s lower body press firmly into hers. “What are you doing to me?” Buffy moans as Tara licks firmly down
her neck before nipping on her pulse point.
“Making love to
you, if you want me to.” Tara
murmurs as she eases a slight distance away from the slayer, looking at the
slayer questioningly. “Do you want
me to stop?”
Buffy watches as a
slight hint of doubt crosses Tara’s face.
“I don’t want you to stop.”
Buffy shakes her head, treading water. “Are you sure…” Buffy trails off as Tara places a finger
against her lips.
“I’m positive,
Buffy.” Tara whispers as she kicks
her legs, her hands at the slayer’s waist as she pushes Buffy back against the
side of the pool, beside one of the ladders. “There’s something for you to hold on
to.” Tara’s eyes start to twinkle.
Buffy’s eyes open
wide in surprise as she watches Tara submerge under the water and nip at one of
her breasts. Reaching for the
ladder, Buffy keeps her own head from submerging in surprise as she stops
treading water as Tara’s warm mouth engulfs her breast to suckle on the flesh
for a few long moments, the Wiccan’s hands sliding her g-string down her body
before she slowly emerges from the water.
“Here?” Buffy squeaks,
looking at the pool.
Tara wiggles her
eyebrows as she shifts Buffy more in front of the ladder. “Hold on with both arms, honey.” Tara urges, watching as Buffy wraps both
her arms through the top of the ladder even as she stares at her in
confusion. Tara pulls the slayer‘s
body up so it‘s floating with it‘s natural buoyancy at the top of the
water. Gently pushing the slayer‘s
legs apart, Tara works her way up the strong muscular legs, placing kisses and
nips along the flesh while watching as the desire quickly comes to the fore on
Buffy‘s face again, quickly replacing her confusion and surprise. As she finally works her way up to
Buffy‘s inner thighs, Tara‘s smiling as Buffy‘s eyes are closed and her head’s
tilted back on the top step of the ladder, moaning quietly. Hooking her feet in the ladder so she
doesn‘t have to try to stay afloat, Tara runs her hands over the slayer‘s ass,
using the water to lift Buffy up a little further, presenting the slayer‘s bald
mound to her, surprised when Buffy spreads her legs even further for her, Tara
looks up at the slayer.
“Be careful.” Buffy hoarsely whispers, the desire
making her voice deep and rough.
“Always.” Tara answers softly as she presses soft
kisses along the slayer’s outer lips for a few minutes, smiling as she hears
Buffy’s groans turn into impatient growls as the slayer tries to press her body
more firmly against her mouth.
“Impatient?” Tara chuckles
as Buffy growls louder at her. “You
can have your wish this time, but you’re mine at some date not too distant in
the future, Buffy.” Tara explains
quickly before delving quickly between the slayer’s lips, stroking her tongue up
over the slit, growling herself at the watered down version of the slayer’s
desire. Swearing to herself that
next time there definitely won’t be chlorine getting in the way before wrapping
her lips around the slayer’s pulsing clit, sucking strongly with each
pulse.
“Sweet, God!” Buffy cries out loudly, her voice
echoing in the empty room as Tara’s tongue starts to flick and drag alternately
over her aching clit, even as Tara’s fingers stroke over her body, one playing
around her center’s opening before pressing in firmly.
Groaning at the
heat and velvety feeling of the slayer, Tara quickly presses a second finger
into the woman, starting a steady, firm stroke while picking up her tongue’s
flickering motion as she feels the slayer’s clit start to quiver and swell even
more under her ministrations. As
Buffy’s clit start to spasm continuously, Tara presses her fingers up into the
slayer’s wall, curling them to firmly stroke over her sweet spot while sucking
strongly on the hard swollen nub, groaning loudly as she feels the slayer clamp
down on her fingers even as she feels the warm flood of liquid escaping from the
slayer. Trying to capture some of
the liquid, Tara growls in frustration as she silently swears that before this
weekend is done she’s going to get the unadulterated full taste of the slayer in
her mouth.
Buffy whimpers
loudly, her hips bucking as the orgasm flows through her body, surprised at how
quickly Tara’s able to bring her to climax. Seeing white sparks floating in her eyes
with the release, it takes Buffy a moment to realize that Tara had worked her
way up her body and was pressing her warm lips to her upper chest and neck while
pressing her body firmly against her.
Slowly opening her eyes, she looks into happy blue eyes. Unwrapping one of her arms from the
ladder, Buffy wraps it around Tara’s neck, while hooking her legs around Tara’s
waist. Leaning in, Buffy kisses
Tara hungrily, slightly surprised at tasting herself on the Wiccan’s lips, but
enjoying it immensely. Panting
heavily as she finally leans back from Tara’s lips, Buffy admits quietly. “That was a first for
me.”
“Being made love to
in a swimming pool?” Tara
questions, her voice deeper than normal with desire.
“Well, that
too.” Buffy grins at Tara, her eyes
watching as Tara’s brows furrow in confusion. “No one’s ever kissed me so
intimately.” Buffy admits softly,
blushing lightly as Tara’s eyebrows rise in surprise, the confusion clearing
from her eyes.
“Fucking idiotic
assholes.” Tara growls
angrily. “What the hell are men
good for, except procreation?”
“Taking out the
trash.” Buffy offers, grinning as
Tara stares at her in surprise, before laughing heartily with the
Wiccan.
“Fixing things
around the house occasionally, too?”
Tara offers, her eyes twinkling merrily at the slayer.
“Okay, that’s
another thing.” Buffy’s laughter
quiets down as she watches Tara. “Thank you.” Buffy states
seriously.
“For this?” Tara strokes a hand over Buffy’s hip,
frowning lightly.
“Well, that
too. But more for laughter and
love.” Buffy whispers softly,
letting the Wiccan know that she’d seen the caring and love in Tara’s eyes.
Tara places both
feet on the bottom of the ladder, while grabbing onto the top of the ladder with
her hands. “Hold on.” Tara urges softly, smiling as Buffy
wraps her arms around her neck, and tightens her legs slightly. Climbing up the ladder, carrying the
slayer with her, Tara works her way to the showers, holding Buffy tightly.
“When did you
become so butch?” Buffy smiles as
she hears the chuckle coming from Tara.
Placing her head on Tara’s shoulder as the Wiccan turns the shower
on.
“You bring it out
in me.” Tara explains as she waits
for the water to heat up before she eases Buffy down on her feet, running her
hands through the slayer’s hair, to let the water rinse some of the chlorine
out. “I didn’t bring shower gel
with me. I was planning on heading
back to my room afterwards.”
“I wasn’t exactly
planning on taking a dive into the pool.”
Buffy admits, chuckling quietly, groaning as Tara scrapes her fingernails
gently over her scalp.
“Or being made love
to in the pool.” Tara offers
softly.
“No. Wasn’t planning on that, either.” Buffy agrees equally as soft. “What are we going to
do?”
Tara hesitates for
a moment, before slowly pulling her hands away, allowing Buffy to turn to face
her. “I know what I would like to
do, but what do you want to do?”
Tara questions, a hint of self-doubt and worry in her
voice.
Buffy inhales
deeply, closing her eyes as she considers everything. Feeling Tara emotionally pulling away,
Buffy hugs her tightly. “I think I
probably need to finish cleaning up this area, so I can go clock out for the
night. Then, if someone is serious
about us becoming an ‘us’, I would like to come visit her and get to know her a
lot better.” Buffy offers softly,
slowly pulling away to look into Tara’s eyes. “I care for you, Tara. I care for you a lot more than I ever
realized I did. And I’d like the
chance to explore this relationship to its fullest, if that’s what you
want. I still don’t understand how
you could be with me, with what I’ve done, but I’m not going to look a gift
horse in the mouth.”
“How could I not
want to be with you?” Tara
questions seriously. “And I would
definitely look forward to you coming and spending time with me, whenever you
can. I…” Tara hesitates, looking down for a few
moments before reaching for the water and turning it off as she runs a hand
through her hair, contemplating how much to divulge to the slayer. Deciding to go for broke Tara looks up
at Buffy for a few minutes. “I do
love you, Buffy. Definitely more
than as a friend, and given the slightest encouragement, I could fall IN love
with you.”
Buffy feels her
knees weaken as she sees the love practically blazing from Tara’s eyes. “God! Consider yourself encouraged.” Buffy finally lets the tears fall that
she’d unconsciously been holding in since she’d practically begged Tara to make
love to her.
“Oh, my love.” Tara pulls the slayer in against her,
holding the shaking body firmly against her. “I will do my damnedest not to ever
disappoint you. I’ll never
knowingly hurt you, Buffy. I want
you to know that.”
“That’s not even a
worry.” Buffy sniffs as she
squeezes Tara gently. “Can I come
over after I finish?”
“Always.” Tara smiles as Buffy eases back and
wipes the tears from her face.
Eyes opening wide
as she realizes that Tara had pleased her, but she hadn’t returned the favor,
Buffy blushes darkly at her own insensitivity. “Ummm… I didn’t…”
“That’s okay,
sweetie.” Tara shakes her head
running her fingers gently over the slayer’s cheek. “When you’re
ready.”
Buffy allows a
small wicked grin to cross her face.
“I’m more than ready right now, Tara. I just think that here soon they may
send a search party out after me, since I would probably have been about done
cleaning in here by now, if I’d actually cleaned.”
Tara chuckles at
the wicked glint in Buffy’s eyes that matches the slayer’s grin. “Want help? Or if you tell me what you need to do in
here, I’ll finish it while you head back.
You can come back here afterwards.”
Tara wiggles her eyebrows at the slayer. “You do know there’re Jacuzzis in the
other room, right?”
Buffy whimpers
quietly. “My turn later!” Buffy finally whispers, the desire
obvious on her face and in her voice.
“I haven’t had my
fill of you, Buffy.” Tara growls as
she leans in to nip at Buffy’s ear.
“But I’d say that I’d rather you keep this job. So head out, and I’ll finish mopping up
the area, and gather whatever trash and stuff is here, is that
good?”
“Yeah. I’ll finish up after I come back. But I would like to… try my hand when I
get back.” Buffy blushes
darkly.
Tara nods her
agreement as she slowly walks out of the shower stalls, Buffy watching the
swaying hips, and the muscles lightly playing beneath the surface of Tara’s
skin. Tara leans down to pick up
Buffy’s pants, chuckling at the wet cloth.
“Damn. Forgot about that.” Buffy frowns heavily as she looks at her
soaked pants, socks and shoes. Not
so worried about the soaked panties, as she could go without them.
“Don’t worry about
it.” Tara closes her eyes and
concentrates for a few moments before handing the dried pants to the slayer
before grabbing the socks, then the shoes, repeating the procedure. “Coming back
here?”
“Hopefully in more
ways than one.” Buffy whispers
softly, unaware of the fact that she said it out loud until she hears the
laughter coming from Tara. “Oh,
sweet… I said that out loud?”
“Yes, you did. And hopefully there will be plenty more
before we leave here later.” Tara
grins crookedly as she slowly pulls her bikini bottoms up her legs, her eyes
twinkling as Buffy’s eyes follow the slide of the material.
Buffy feels another
intense wave of desire course through her body, a strong urge to gather Tara up
and carry her off to some deserted island to spend all their time making love
until they collapse from exhaustion.
Finally waking up hours later to talk and make love again. Shaking her head at the thought, Buffy
quickly dresses, kneeling to tie her shoes before standing as Tara slowly ties
her bikini top back into place, the blue eyes dark as they caress over her
body. Growling softly, Buffy swoops
in and kisses Tara hungrily, diving straight in to flick and suck on the
Wiccan’s lips and tongue, surprised as Tara yanks her body in firmly against
hers, breasts crushing breasts, thighs pressing firmly against each
other.
Breaking away,
panting heavily, Tara looks intently at Buffy. “Hurry back.”
Buffy swallows
hard, nodding her head firmly as her brain tries to catch up from where it had
taken a vacation. “Back… hurry…
‘Kay.” Buffy mumbles as she
stumbles away from Tara, heading towards the door.
Tara chuckles
softly as Buffy bangs off the door as she leaves smiling over her shoulder in
embarrassment. Shaking her head at
her lover, Tara gazes around, seeing where Buffy had gathered the trash and put
it by the back door. Sliding her
tennis shoes on Tara works on finishing cleaning up the area before mopping the
rest of the area.
Buffy grins as she
trots across the campus grounds, heading towards the office so she can clock out
and head back to Tara and the pool quickly. Surprised at the way Tara took charge of
their encounter, Buffy tilts her head as she clocks out, silently wondering if
Tara has always been so forward and adventurous. Chuckling, Buffy shakes her head. “I’ll be able to talk and find out first
hand.” Buffy murmurs to herself as
she heads back towards the pool, frowning as she sees Willow off to the
side. When Willow turns and waves,
calling her name, Buffy whimpers quietly before working her way towards the
redhead.
“Hey, Buffy. I thought maybe we could walk back home
together.” Willow grins at the
slayer as she bounces on the balls of her feet. “You are off work now, right?” Willow looks down at her watch before
looking back up.
“Ummm. Yeah, I’m off.” Buffy shifts uncomfortably, wondering
what to do. “I kinda made
plans.” Buffy admits after a few
minutes as Willow looks at her inquiringly.
“You made
plans?” Willow frowns for a moment,
before smiling. “You’ve got a
date! Who is it? Do I know him? Come on, spill!” Willow bounces her shoulder off Buffy’s
shoulder, grinning hugely.
Buffy’s eyes widen
and she swallows hard, as she looks at Willow like a deer caught in
headlights. “Ummm… Not so much a date.” Buffy shakes her head, blushing darkly
as she shoves her hands in her pockets, not knowing what to say to the
redhead. “And not a him.” Buffy mutters under her
breath.
Willow’s brows draw
together as she looks at Buffy, having barely caught the slayer’s last
words. “Not a him?” She questions, her eyes widening in
realization. “You’re seeing a
her?”
Buffy pales and
backs away from Willow a couple steps.
“Yeah, it’s a her, a she, a woman…”
Buffy pulls her hands out and waves them around in the air. “Damn it, Willow!! I don’t know what to tell you.” Buffy finally admits, running a hand
roughly through her hair, looking down at the ground.
Willow blinks at
the slayer’s uncharacteristic actions, trying to decipher what Buffy’s trying to
say, without saying it. “Well, if I
know who she is, you could just tell me.”
Willow suggests the confusion obvious on her face. Watching as guilty looking hazel eyes
slowly rise to look at her, Willow eases closer to the slayer. “Who is it,
Buffy?”
Buffy swallows hard
and stiffens her back as she looks Willow straight in the eye, before stating
the name calmly and concisely.
“Tara.”
Willow stares at
Buffy, before laughing. “I could
have sworn you said Tara.” Willow
shakes her head at Buffy. “Funny,
Buffy.”
Buffy frowns
heavily and looks at Willow. “I
did, Willow. I’m going to meet up
with her, and hopefully have dinner tonight with her. See where my feelings for her
lead.”
Willow feels a
serious bolt of anger and hatred shoot through her at hearing the obvious caring
in the slayer’s voice for her ex-lover.
Wondering when the hell the two women had gotten to the point where they
were seeing each other. “When the
fuck did this happen?” Willow
hisses easing closer to Buffy.
“What the hell do
you mean, when did this happen?”
Buffy crosses her arms over her chest as she stares down Willow. “We’ve been friends for years. Today, we admitted that we have feelings
for each other, what business is it of yours? You two have been broken up for roughly
six or seven months, Willow! You’ve
moved on, so has Tara, so what’s the big deal?”
Willow backs away
unconsciously from the anger being directed at her from her best friend as it
slams home that Buffy has a point.
She doesn’t have any say in whom either one of the women date, though the
thought of them dating each other shoots a bolt of pain straight through her
heart. Looking at Buffy for a few
minutes, Willow shakes her head, backing up a couple more steps. “It isn’t any of my business.” Willow finally admits quietly. “I’ll talk at you later. Have a… good time.” Willow almost chokes on the words before
she turns and strides quickly away, almost running.
Buffy drops her
arms from her chest, watching as her best friend runs away, sighing
heavily. Dropping her head, Buffy
groans quietly. Looking to where
Willow disappeared before turning her head towards where Tara is Buffy presses
the palms of her hands to her eyes as she feels a headache starting to come
on. “Why me? Can I ever just be happy, without the
other shit?” Buffy questions softly
before she turns to slowly walk towards the pool area, and
Tara.
Tara smiles as she
hears the key in the door, finishing mopping the last of the concrete, her smile
turning to a frown as she sees the obviously dejected slump of the slayer’s
shoulders. “Buffy?” Tara questions softly, dropping the mop
as she quickly strides towards the slayer.
“What’s wrong, honey?”
Buffy opens her
mouth and shuts it before shaking her head as she thinks about what to tell
Tara. “I ran into Willow.” Buffy finally whispers, her eyes looking
intently into Tara’s blue eyes.
“She was wanting to walk back home together, since she knew I’d be
finishing up now. I kinda told her
that I was seeing you… and I guess I didn’t do a real good job of breaking it to
her easy. She’s a little upset.”
Buffy admits inhaling deeply and
burying her face in Tara’s neck, grasping the Wiccan tightly as Tara wraps her
in her arms.
“It’s okay,
sweetie. I wish I had been there,
or been the one to tell her.” Tara
rubs her hands strongly up and down Buffy’s back. “Should we head to your house, to talk
with her?”
Buffy shakes her
head and presses her lips firmly against Tara’s neck. “No. Let’s give her time to get her mind
wrapped around it. I don’t want to
hide us, Tara. I’m tired of
hiding. I just want to have a
normal life, as much as my being the slayer will allow.” Buffy admits
softly.
Tara tilts her head
against Buffy’s head, smiling softly.
“Then, that’s what you’ll have, honey. I guess this means no Jacuzzi fun
tonight, huh?”
Buffy chuckles
sadly and shakes her head. “I’m
sorry, Tara.”
“Shhh.” Tara leans back and places a finger over
Buffy’s lips, shaking her head.
“Nothing to be sorry for, honey.
We have time to get up to all kinds of mischief. Double-check what I did, make sure I
finished what needed to be done here, then we can go back to my room so I can
get cleaned up and take you out somewhere to grab something to eat in
celebration of your new job, okay?”
Buffy presses her
lips against Tara’s fingers, her eyes starting to twinkle. “What did I ever do to deserve
you?”
Tara chuckles and
places a firm kiss on Buffy’s lips.
“I don’t know, but we’ll figure it out.” Tara pats the slayer on the butt as Buffy
relaxes even more, letting some of the sadness and worry fade away. “Come on, Slayer. I want to go get cleaned up and maybe go
grab some Chinese.”
“I’d rather you
grab some slayer.” Buffy mutters as
she heads over to the mop and mop bucket, yelping as she feels two strong hands
grab her ass firmly.
“Okay.” Tara growls before reaching down to nip
on Buffy’s shoulder.
“God!” Buffy groans loudly as one of Tara’s
hands leave her butt cheek to slide around to her front, coming up to clasp her
breast, kneading it firmly. “Were
you always like this?” Buffy
wonders out loud, wrapping an arm up around her head to grasp Tara’s hair as the
Wiccan nips almost roughly across her neck and shoulder.
“Like what?” Tara questions, her voice deep and rough
as she slides her other hand around the slayer, stroking over her stomach as she
presses her body into Buffy’s back, continuing to nip and lick at the slayer’s
skin, finally getting more of the slayer’s flavor than the chlorine
taste.
“Soo…” Buffy groans deeply as Tara’s fingers
wiggle beneath her waistband, stroking over her lower abdomen. “So take charge, so forceful, so grrrr…
sexy?”
“Grrr, sexy?” Tara questions, the laughter obvious in
her voice. “I wouldn’t say I’m
sexy, cute maybe, but not sexy. As
for forceful and take charge, that seems to be something that you bring out in
me. I just have the urge to push
you up against a wall and pleasure you for hours on end. Then drag your ass back to my room,
throw you down on the bed and spend the rest of the night and all day tomorrow
making love to every single bit of you.”
Buffy growls deeply
as she shifts around, facing Tara, capturing the Wiccan’s mouth in a deep,
carnal kiss, taking charge as she runs her hands firmly over Tara’s body,
untying her bikini top. Running her
hands around to cup the flesh and run her weapon roughened fingers over the soft
flesh before finally capturing the hard nipples between her thumbs and fingers,
pinching and twisting gently.
Finally breaking away to breathe and kiss her way down the lightly
shaking Wiccan’s body, Buffy finally wraps her lips around a hard nipple,
sucking softly before scraping her teeth gently over the hard nub as Tara groans
loudly. “My turn.” Buffy growls hungrily, as she works her
way over to Tara’s other breast, flicking the hard nipple with her tongue
firmly.
“Goddess!” Tara cries out quietly, capturing the
slayer’s head in her hands as she pulls Buffy even more firmly against her,
urging her on as the desire courses through her body.
Buffy captures the
nipple she’s been torturing between her teeth, gently biting it as she pulls up
on the flesh, growling deep in her throat at the throaty moan escaping Tara at
her actions. Releasing the flesh,
Buffy wraps her arms firmly around Tara as the Wiccan starts to shake more. Looking around the pool area, Buffy’s
eyes light on a chair. Quickly
picking Tara up and urging the Wiccan to wrap her legs around her waist, Buffy
strides over to the chair, groaning as Tara’s hot sex rubs against her, soaking
through her shirt and coating her stomach.
Setting Tara down on the ground, Buffy almost rips the Wiccan’s bikini
bottoms from her before urging Tara down on the chair, dropping quickly to her
knees, Buffy stares for a moment at the absolutely beautiful woman sitting in
front of her, the desire flushed skin, the kiss swollen lips, the desire covered
apex… “God you are beautiful,
Tara.” Buffy whispers, her hands
reaching up to run up the Wiccan’s firm thighs, gently urging Tara to scoot
forward in the chair.
“Buffy…” Tara moans quietly as Buffy leans in and
starts to kiss her inner thighs, slowly working her way towards her aching
center. Widening her legs as far
apart as possible in the chair, Tara buries one hand in Buffy’s hair, her nails
scraping and clenching over the slayer’s scalp while she twists, pinches and
punishes one of her own nipples as Buffy slowly makes her way up her body.
Buffy moans as she
finally reaches high enough to where she gets her first taste of the Wiccan,
greedily licking up all the liquid on her inner thighs after getting her first
taste of the rich, earthy, musky desire.
Enjoying the flavor immensely, Buffy looks up the Wiccan’s body as she
hears Tara moaning loudly while shifting around in the chair. Whimpering at the sight of Tara’s rough
treatment of her breast and nipple, Buffy shifts up to capture the other one in
her mouth, biting it firmly, smiling around the flesh as Tara cries out loudly
in pleasure.
“GODDESSS!!!” Tara jerks up as Buffy bites down on her
other nipple before laving it with her tongue and slowly working her way back
down her body, her hot breath blowing across her heated sex. Whimpering, Tara shifts her legs up,
tossing them over each arm of the chair, opening herself even further to Buffy’s
sight and explorations.
“Beautiful.” Buffy whimpers softly as Tara’s body
opens to her gaze, seeing the swollen clit barely poking out from its hiding
place to the desire literally oozing from the Wiccan’s body. Inhaling deeply, Buffy closes her eyes
at the wonderful smell of the aroused Wiccan. “Mine.” Buffy growls hungrily as she finally
dives between the Wiccan’s legs, her tongue lapping, flicking and searching out
the Wiccan’s folds, learning Tara’s body while trying to gather every bit of
liquid she can find.
“Buffy!” Tara whimpers and shifts as Buffy teases
her, without coming into contact with her needy clit. Finally grasping the slayer’s head with
both hands, she urges Buffy to where she needs the slayer’s mouth. “Please…” Tara begs quietly, her body jerking and
trying to make the slayer come into contact with her clit.
Buffy growls
deeply, continuing to tease Tara for a few more moments, before finally caving
and capturing the throbbing muscle between her lips, suckling gently on the hot
muscle. Flicking her tongue over
the flesh in tandem with the pulsing muscle, Buffy gradually builds up the speed
of her flicking tongue as Tara’s body bucks and shifts under her, the woman
making the most delicious sounds.
Slowly running a hand up from where she’d unconsciously been grasping
Tara’s muscular calf, Buffy slides two fingers through the wetness coating the
Wiccan, teasing the woman’s opening.
As Tara’s body bucks, trying to impale herself on the fingers teasing
her, Buffy finally eases within the hot cavern, releasing Tara as she moans
loudly at the feel of Tara’s hot, wet, velvety body clasping her fingers
strongly. “So good…” Buffy mumbles as she slowly strokes
within the Wiccan’s body before attacking her swollen clit, dragging her tongue
firmly over the hard muscle time after time as Tara’s body tenses, jumping
around as she cries out loudly with her release.
“BUFFFFFYYYYYYYYYYYY!!” Tara screams her release, holding Buffy
to her as her body stiffens.
Buffy whimpers
loudly as she laps hungrily at the Wiccan’s body, trying to capture all the
woman has to offer, lapping strongly and firmly, unconsciously drawing the
Wiccan’s orgasm out. Finally easing
her fingers gently from within Tara as the Wiccan collapses back onto the chair,
her inner muscles flexing and loosening, Buffy dips her tongue inside Tara,
groaning as Tara’s muscles clench and try to drag it in deeper. Swirling her tongue around within the
Wiccan, Buffy slurps up all the fluid she can find, raising her eyes as she
hears a hoarse chuckle coming from Tara.
“Goddess!” Tara murmurs loosening her grip on Buffy
as she looks hazily at the slayer slowly running her fingers through the blonde
hair as Buffy finally starts to come more into focus. Urging the slayer up her body, Tara
kisses her firmly before gathering the escaped juices from the slayer’s cheeks
and chin, running her tongue down Buffy’s neck capturing the line of juices that
were making their way to the slayer’s shirt.
Running her tongue
around her lips, trying to capture more of the taste of the Wiccan, Buffy can’t
help but reach up to play with Tara’s breasts, smirking as they harden almost
instantly with the briefest touch of her fingertips. “Sensitive?”
“Not usually that
sensitive.” Tara answers softly,
moaning quietly as Buffy brushes the tips of her nipples with butterfly
caresses.
“Maybe they’re so
sensitive because you about twisted them off.” Buffy raises an eyebrow chuckling as
Tara blushes lightly. “Of course,
my trying to bite one of them off didn’t help matters.” Buffy frowns as she sees the redness and
teeth marks around the other nipple.
Buffy strokes her finger softly around the lightly bruised flesh,
frowning even harder.
“It’s okay,
honey.” Tara grins crookedly at
Buffy, lifting her chin up to look in the slayer’s worried eyes. “Did you hear me complain?” When Buffy shakes her head, Tara places
a soft kiss on the slayer’s lips, while shifting her legs down off the arms of
the chair and wrapping them around Buffy’s body. “This is sort of uncharted territory for
me, honey.” Tara admits running a
hand soothingly through the slayer’s hair.
“What do you
mean?” Buffy questions closing her
eyes and humming softly at the caress.
“Well, first off,
I’ve never been this vocal.” Tara
smirks as Buffy laughs softly.
“Secondly, I’ve never had the urge, or inclination to attack my body the
way we did today.”
Buffy opens her
eyes to stare at Tara. “I’m
sorry…” Buffy trails off as Tara
shakes her head and places a fingertip on her lips.
“No. It’s what I wanted, honey. Obviously. I was the one that started it with my
pinching, twisting, pulling…” Tara
rolls her eyes before chuckling.
“You and I have some experimenting to do.” Tara finally whispers softly, her eyes
searching Buffy’s, seeing the surprise on Buffy’s face, before the slayer starts
to grin wickedly.
“Experimentation is
good.” Buffy nods her head
decisively. “Start now?” Buffy questions hopefully, raising both
her eyebrows at the Wiccan.
Tara laughs and
lets her legs drop down on either side of Buffy, leaning forward to hug the
slayer strongly. “Not this minute,
honey. I could seriously use a
shower, and someone’s tummy is starting to make noises.” Tara smacks Buffy firmly on the ass as
the slayer’s stomach continues to growl.
“Tara?” Buffy questions with a worried note in
her voice as she shifts to stand, helping Tara up.
“What is it?” Tara looks intently at the slayer. Watching as an absolutely beautiful
smile slowly crosses Buffy’s face.
Feeling her heart stop at the display, Tara swallows
hard.
“I love you.” Buffy whispers as she leans in to caress
her lips softly over Tara’s.
“Goddess, I love
you, too, Buffy.” Tara wraps her
arms around the slayer, hugging her tightly.
The two women
coming together hoping that against all the odds that they can make their love
work, and hope that their friends and family will
understand.
But that’s another
story…
The
End
***
Time Series - Part 2 - Dinner Time
Time Series - Part 3 - Patrol Time
Time Series - Part 4 - Shower time
Time Series - Part 5 - Bed Time
Time Series - Part 6 - Getting To Know You Time
Time Series - Part 7 - Movie Time