SHOWER 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 and upset if I don’t get any and I might not continue writing. Of course, if you don’t like the story and think it sucks you may not want me to continue!

Pairing:               B/T

Summary:          Part Four of the Time Series!!  See Pool Time, Dinner Time and Patrol Time for the other parts!!  LOL

Tara chuckles quietly as she glances over at her lover.

“It isn’t funny.”  Buffy growls as she walks stiffly towards Tara’s dorm.  “This shit is setting up like fuckin’ concrete.”

“I could try to magic it away.” Tara offers again, though Buffy had already turned down the offer once. 

“You’ve done enough today with all the drying spells.”  Buffy shakes her head frowning. 

“Buffy, honey, it isn’t going to hurt me.”  Tara tries to explain again for the umpteenth time.

“Would rather you didn’t.”  Buffy admits quietly.  “I trust you and know that you definitely know what you’re talking about, but…”

Tara sighs quietly, nodding her head in understanding.  Looking at Buffy and the almost hard coating surrounding her from where a demon had exploded after it had tried to attack them and Buffy beheaded it, when they were heading back to the dorm.  Reaching out, Tara taps the clear shell with a fingernail.  “It isn’t hurting you right?”

“No, it isn’t hurting me, just making it extremely hard to walk.”  Buffy smiles at the obviously worried Wiccan.  “We’ll try washing it off first, if that doesn’t work, I’ll let you have at it, okay?”

“Okay.”  Tara runs up the stairs, opening the door as she watches Buffy maneuver carefully up the stairs, the slayer’s legs wide as she rocks and swings first one leg up to the step above, while keeping her balance with her free arm before maneuvering her other leg up onto the step.

“Thank God it didn’t get both arms.”  Buffy grumbles as she slides her hand up the railing and maneuvers the rest of the way up the stairs.  “And don’t say it!”

“I was just going to offer to help you again.”  Tara mumbles quietly, trying not to laugh at her stubborn lover. 

“And my floating around while you push me is so much better than me walking like I’m in a body cast.”  Buffy grunts quietly as she finally finishes coming up the steps, waddling her way into the dorm.  “At least we can act like I’m trying out for a damn part in a play or something this way, since the damn coating is clear.”

“Uh, huh.”  Tara’s eyes twinkle as she follows behind Buffy.  “You know…”  Tara looks around to make sure there’s no one around before sliding a hand over Buffy’s butt and between her legs where there was no coating, chuckling as Buffy jerks and whimpers.  “We could continue our fun from earlier.  After all your position is perfect.”

“Tara!”  Buffy growls warningly. 

“Just a thought.”  Tara shrugs as she walks around Buffy to press the button for the elevator, fighting back a smile. 

“I never knew you to be so wicked.”  Buffy points out huffily even as she fights the desire coursing through her from Tara’s quick caress.

“Wicked, horny, adventurous…”  Tara grins crookedly as she holds the doors open for Buffy as the slayer works her way into the elevator. 

“More adventurous than I would have ever believed.”  Buffy mumbles, letting her eyes drop, smirking at the bulge in Tara’s jeans. 

“Be careful, Slayer.  I’ll end up stopping this elevator and letting Junior here back out to play.”  Tara pats the dildo, smirking as Buffy blushes lightly. 

“If that’s Junior, I’d hate to see Senior.”  Buffy finally looks up from Tara’s body to look into mischief filled blue eyes. 

“I’m saving Senior for later, Slayer.  Senior doesn’t work well being packed around.”  Tara warns softly.

Buffy swallows as she sees a hint of seriousness flickering in Tara’s laughing blue eyes.  “I’ll take your word for it.”  Buffy squeaks quietly.

“Good thing.”  Tara chuckles as she presses the open button to keep the doors open as they land on her floor.  “Go ahead and go to the bathroom, honey.  I’ll pick up the stuff we might need from my room.”

“Thank you.”  Buffy sighs in relief, Tara’s room being in the opposite direction of the bathrooms from the elevator. 

***

Tara eases into the bathroom, quickly checking the other shower stalls, silently thankful that no one else is in there.  Unlocking the cleaning closet magically, Tara pulls out the closed for cleaning sign and sets it outside the door before shutting and magically locking the main door before grabbing up the items she’d gathered, striding to the last cubicle that Buffy’s in.

“That better be a certain blonde haired blue-eyed woman I know.”  Buffy mumbles as she lets the water run over her, adjusting the temperature slowly, feeling the stuff coating her finally loosening as the water becomes hotter. 

“It is.  How are you doing in there?”  Tara chuckles as she watches Buffy’s body starting to shift more. 

“Seems the hotter the water, the more it loosens.”  Buffy pokes at the stuff, feeling it slowly becoming liquid again and starting to work its way off her body. 

“We’ll probably want to run the hot water for a while down the drains to make sure it gets flushed out properly.  Would rather not have the pipes backed up.”  Tara chuckles as she watches Buffy slough off some more of the slime.

“No.  No backing up of the pipes.”  Buffy looks over her shoulder grinning at Tara.  Eyeing the Wiccan, who had stripped and was wearing a robe.  “What’cha wearing under that?”  Buffy questions curiously. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”  Tara wiggles her eyebrows at the slayer as she leans against the partial wall that separates the shower area from the small area to keep the co-ed’s clothes dry. 

“If you were wearing Senior, I’d say I’d probably be able to tell.  Hell, I would assume if you were wearing Junior I’d be able to tell that, also!”  Buffy grins before turning back to the shower, cranking it up hotter watching as the stuff seems to almost disintegrate as the hotter water hits it.  “Hot water is definitely the way to go.  I don’t think you can stand it this hot.”

“Probably not.  Sensitive skin and all that.”  Tara smirks as Buffy growls quietly. 

“You do realize I’m going to make you pay for all the little comments and teasing you’ve done to me, don’t you?”  Buffy starts to take off her wet clothes, turning around to look at Tara while she’s stripping. 

Tara grins crookedly as she watches Buffy slowly strip.  “Yes, I do.  And I’m definitely looking forward to it.” 

Buffy snorts quietly as she peels her shirt off, tossing it in the corner. 

“Why don’t you hand me your clothes, and I’ll put them in the stall beside us with hot water running over them?”  Tara offers quietly.  “That way we can hopefully make sure all the…”  Tara waves her hands around before shrugging.  “Demon guts and blood are washed away.”

“That would probably be a good thing.”  Buffy agrees, shifting to pick up her shirt, tossing it over the wall into the other stall. 

“That works too.”  Tara crosses her arms back over her chest as she watches Buffy bend down to untie her shoes, pulling them off and tossing them over the wall to land with a couple thumps.  Unconsciously licking her lips as the slayer wiggles her wet jeans down her legs Tara inhales deeply at the sight of Buffy standing there in all her naked glory.  “You are definitely a Goddess.”  Tara admits quietly.

“I wouldn’t go that far.”  Buffy smiles almost shyly at Tara. 

“I would.”  Tara murmurs softly.  “Let me go turn the water on.”  Tara quickly heads to the other shower stall, turning the water on to hot after moving the clothes into a pile and adjusting the showerhead so it will land on the pile.

Walking back to the other shower stall, Tara unties the robe, dropping it with the other robe she’d brought for Buffy.  Grabbing the shower kit, Tara steps into the stall behind Buffy as the slayer lets the water sluice over her head and down her body.  “Can you adjust it down a notch for me, honey?”  Tara questions quietly before closing the distance between them, walking in front of the slayer after Buffy adjusts the hot water.  Placing the shower items on the shelf, Tara arches as wet, hot hands come around her from behind to gently squeeze and knead her breasts. 

“I would have never thought of you being butch before today, Tara.”  Buffy whispers softly in Tara’s ear as she let’s one hand slowly caress down Tara’s abdomen to play teasingly over the Wiccan’s mound.  Letting her fingers trail over the neatly trimmed hairs. 

“Do you like me being butch?”  Tara questions deeply, her eyes hooded as she lets Buffy explore her body, placing a hand against the wall to help support her. 

“Oh, most definitely.”  Buffy nods her head, before nipping gently across Tara’s shoulder.  “Though I hope you won’t mind when I want to be in control.”

“Never.  Anytime you want to take control, feel free.”  Tara’s hips jerk slightly as Buffy’s fingers plays over a sensitive spot at the crease of her hip.

Letting her fingers trail over the spot, Buffy smiles into Tara’s back as she feels Tara flinch and shift.  Scraping her short nails over the area, Buffy chuckles quietly as Tara’s hips jerk hard and a moan comes from Tara’s mouth.  “Is this an erogenous zone for you?”

“It would appear so.”  Tara whimpers quietly, her eyes closed as the slayer continues to play over her body.

“You don’t know?”  Buffy questions curiously. 

Tara groans and raises her other hand to the wall before slowly shaking her head.  “No.  I’ve never had this reaction before.”

Buffy grunts quietly at the admittance.  “Because no one’s ever touched you there before like this, or you’ve literally never reacted like this before?”

Tara jerks again as Buffy’s fingernails scrape softly over the area.  “I never reacted to a touch like this there before.  So no one’s ever touched me like you are.” 

Buffy presses her lips against the slick flesh, the water still streaming down over the two women.  “I feel like playing Chris Columbus… I want to explore the New World in all her glory.”  Buffy growls quietly into Tara’s ear, smirking as Tara whimpers loudly.  “And note, I used Chris…  instead of the male version.”

“Thank you.”  Tara chuckles even as her body shivers as Buffy’s hot mouth slowly works across and down her back while one hand’s fingers play teasingly over her mound and the other one stroke’s and plucks at her breast and nipple.

Buffy presses a leg between Tara’s making the Wiccan spread her legs further apart.  Smirking as Tara shifts further forward, leaning more against the wall for support.  Trailing her fingers over the Wiccan’s swollen outer lips Buffy presses her body gently into Tara’s back, enjoying the feel of the hot, silken skin under her fingers.  “You’re so soft.”  Buffy murmurs into Tara’s ear, smiling as Tara moans quietly and presses back against her.  “Hot, swollen and silky smooth.”  Buffy continues, letting a finger dip between Tara’s lips to trail through the wetness and teasingly circle her clit. 

Tara bites her lip and fights against shifting to have Buffy make contact, trying to allow the slayer to explore her body as she wants.  Dropping her head down, Tara moans quietly at the sight of Buffy’s hands playing over her body.  The tanned, strong hands contrasting nicely against her own pale skin. 

“What do you want?”  Buffy questions as she continues to tease her hands over Tara’s body slowly starting to kiss across her back again, occasionally nipping at an area before soothing it with her tongue.

“Wh…”  Tara swallows to try and talk.  “Whatever you want.”

“You sure about that?”  Buffy grins wickedly, letting a finger graze quickly over Tara’s clit, chuckling quietly as Tara’s hips jerk at the teasing caress. 

“Like a duck to water.”  Tara mumbles under her breath as Buffy teases her body with an almost knowing touch.

“What was that?”  Buffy smirks, trailing her hand around from Tara’s breast to stroke over the Wiccan’s back as Buffy slowly lowers herself to kiss, lick and nip her way further down Tara’s back.

Tara growls quietly as Buffy’s fingers slip between her lower lips, the tips just entering her slightly.  “You’ve taken to being with a woman like a duck to water.”  Tara groans loudly, her hips pushing forward as Buffy slides two fingers within her. 

“Not any woman, you.”  Buffy finally kneels behind Tara, slowly licking her way across one glorious butt cheek.  Frowning slightly at the awkward angle her hand is in, she eases her fingers from within Tara.  Hearing the whimper, Buffy nips gently at the flesh in front of her.  “Looking for a more comfortable angle.”  Buffy lets the Wiccan know as she moves her hand behind Tara to come up between the Wiccan’s legs from behind, stroking over the flesh to reacquaint herself from this different angle.

Tara unconsciously shifts her legs further apart, slightly bending her knees to open herself fully to the slayer.

Buffy growls and slowly slides her fingers back into the welcoming heat, burying her face against Tara’s butt at the feel of Tara’s body clenching repeatedly on her fingers.  “This feels so amazing.”  Buffy murmurs softly, allowing her fingers to slowly map out the Wiccan’s inner body.  Rubbing her face gently over Tara’s butt cheeks, Buffy starts to kiss and nibble along the flesh, smirking as Tara clenches and releases her butt cheeks almost in tandem with her inner muscles clenching on her fingers. 

“Oh, Goddess!”  Tara groans loudly as she feels Buffy’s tongue trail tentatively between her butt cheeks, making her legs shake with desire.  Feeling Buffy’s hand that had been stroking over her hip and waist move to rub one butt cheek, Tara pushes into the hand. 

Buffy slowly let’s her fingers within Tara start a gentle in and out rhythm even as she plays her other hand’s fingers teasingly between the Wiccan’s butt cheeks, easing up and down before separating them gently to let her tongue travel over the flesh. 

Tara rocks her body slowly in rhythm with Buffy’s fingers, moaning loudly as she feels the slayer’s tongue working its way steadily towards her rosebud.  Grunting in pleasure as Buffy finally trails her tongue over the clenching hole Tara grasps the shelf to hold onto, silently praying that it’s attached solidly.

Buffy hums softly into Tara as she circles the Wiccan’s sphincter muscle, feeling Tara’s body rocking at a quicker pace even as her inner muscles start to clench and loosen faster and faster.  Flicking her tongue strongly over the Wiccan’s rosebud, Buffy growls in hunger as Tara’s body jerks and she cries out with her desire, knowing it won’t take much to tip her over the edge.  Starting to stroke in and out of Tara faster and harder Buffy drags her tongue repeatedly over the Wiccan’s rosebud allowing her own salivary glands to coat it generously before pressing the tip of her tongue inside Tara.

“SHIT!”  Tara cries out in pleasure as she feels Buffy’s tongue dip inside her even as the slayer twists her fingers within her with each thrust, hitting her sweet spot on about every fourth thrust.  Bucking her hips, Tara feels the pleasure building to a higher plateau than she’s ever been before when Buffy strokes again over her G-spot at the exact same moment she slides her tongue deep within her, making her cry out the slayer’s name as she climaxes.

Buffy groans as a flood of fluid eases from Tara, even as the Wiccan starts to collapse.  Quickly standing and wrapping an arm around the Wiccan’s waist, Buffy pulls her in tight against her body, supporting her, letting Tara ride out her orgasm before slowly easing her fingers from within the Wiccan.  Gently turning the loose-limbed woman in her arms, Buffy wraps both arms around Tara and places a soft kiss on the panting lips before burying her face in Tara’s neck. 

Tara whimpers quietly into Buffy’s shoulder, her body feeling like putty in the slayer’s hands. 

“I think next time, I might want to use a bed when I decide to explore and experiment.”  Buffy mumbles against Tara’s neck as she holds the Wiccan, keeping the woman from collapsing on the floor.  Buffy chuckles as she feels a small nod of the head come from her lover.  “Will the use of your limbs come back if I give you a few minutes to re-coup?”

“Don’t know.”  Tara admits her eyes closed as her body continues to shiver and clench. 

“Wrap your arms around my neck, love.”  Buffy whispers softly, even as she reaches for the shampoo, gently working it through Tara’s hair, smiling as she gets an appreciative hum from her lover. 

“Feels so good.”  Tara murmurs, tilting her head to give Buffy easier access, using her legs a little more, thankful that they’re sturdier than they were, but not trusting them to hold her up yet. 

Buffy chuckles quietly as she shifts Tara back into the stream of water, gently rinsing the shampoo from the long blonde strands.  Pulling Tara forward again, Buffy reaches back for the conditioner, squirting a decent amount in her hand, smelling the light lavender scent, before slowly and thoroughly working it through Tara’s hair.  Smiling at the Wiccan’s quirked lips.  “You seem to be enjoying this.”

“Oh, I definitely am.”  Tara slowly opens her eyes, leaning in to kiss Buffy languorously for a few long minutes, moaning quietly as Buffy’s hands slowly work their way down her back, kneading it lovingly. 

Buffy groans quietly as Tara’s hands slide down her back, her short nails scraping gently across her flesh.  When they disappear from her flesh, Buffy whimpers and opens her eyes to look into deep blue, passion-filled eyes. 

“Your turn.”  Tara murmurs, squeezing shampoo into her hands before closing the container and working her hands through Buffy’s hair, chuckling quietly at the loud groan of pleasure coming from Buffy as she scrapes her nails gently over the slayer’s scalp.  “Surefire way of putting the Summers’ women to sleep, obviously.”

Buffy slowly allows her lips to curl up into a mischief filled smile.  “It may eventually put me to sleep, but it’s causing other feelings right now.”

“Really…”  Tara smirks as she pulls the slayer with her into the water, rinsing the shampoo from Buffy’s hair, before rinsing the conditioner from hers. 

“Can I ask you something?”  Buffy questions softly, as she reaches back and grabs the conditioner, squirting a small amount in her palms before setting it back on the shelf and working it through her hair. 

“Anything.”  Tara watches Buffy curiously. 

“Has there been anyone since you and Willow broke up?”  Buffy bites her lip even as she blushes lightly. 

“As in a physical relationship or just dating, honey?”  Tara notices the blush getting darker at her question.  Reaching up for the shower gel, Tara grabs the washcloth and squirts some gel on it, before gently starting to wash Buffy’s body.  “I haven’t been with anyone, honey.  I have dated a couple women, but I found myself thinking about someone else and it wasn’t fair to them, so I didn’t see them again.”  Tara admits quietly as she gently washes Buffy’s arms.

Buffy unconsciously stiffens at the Wiccan’s admittance, unaware her eyes are showing her hurt feelings.

Tara sighs quietly, slowly working the washcloth over Buffy’s chest.  “You were the one I was thinking about, Buffy.”  Tara admits, watching as the surprise and shock comes across Buffy’s face.  Smiling crookedly at the slayer, Tara taps her gently on the nose.  “No need to be so shocked.”

“But…  You never acted like you were interested in me.”  Buffy blinks as she thinks about the times they’d talked and met for coffee, never remembering Tara flirting or hitting on her.

“I don’t make it a habit to flirt or chase after straight women, Buffy.  I almost turned tail and ran with Willow because she kept giving me mixed signals.  You… you never came across as giving me any signals at all.”  Tara admits quietly.  “At least not before tonight at the pool.”

“I shouldn’t have touched you like that.  That was very inappropriate.”  Buffy has to smile at the remembrance.  “When you inhaled in shock like you did…  I thought for sure I was going to end up being smacked.”

“I didn’t inhale in shock from the touch, Buffy.”  Tara bypasses the slayer’s apex for now, gently working her way down the slayer’s strong legs.  Seeing the questioning look as Buffy looks down at her, from where she’s kneeling in front of her, Tara chuckles.  “It was the look of absolute desire and want on your face that shocked me.  And the fact that it was pointed at me.”

“Why would that be such a shock?  You’re a very beautiful and desirable woman.”  Buffy points out seriously.

Tara smirks as she works her way back up Buffy’s body, stopping just shy of the slayer’s apex.  “Because you weren’t interested in women before… at least not that I knew of.” 

Buffy nods her understanding, pouting slightly as Tara urges her to turn around.  Closing her eyes in pleasure as Tara works the soapy washcloth over her back in strong circular motions.  “Interested in you.”  Buffy mumbles, groaning quietly as Tara slips the washcloth between her butt cheeks almost playfully pressing against her.

“I think I might have that figured out now.”  Tara smirks as Buffy presses back against her cloth-covered hand.  Leaning into Buffy, Tara presses her breasts into the slayer’s back, letting the washcloth drop, letting her soap covered fingers glide effortlessly between Buffy’s cheeks.  “Is this something you like, Buffy?”

Buffy groans loudly, pressing back into the gently searching fingers.  “I think so.”

“Think so?”  Tara questions curiously.

“Don’t know, haven’t been there before.”  Buffy explains, groaning even louder as one of Tara’s fingers press gently against the opening. 

“But when you…”  Tara starts, frowning in contemplation.  “Had you done what you did to me with one of your past lovers?”

“No.”  Buffy growls softly as she presses her body harder against Tara’s.  “There was only one I felt comfortable enough to mention it too and he was an unadventurous pig, so it never came to pass.”  Buffy whimpers quietly as the tip of the finger presses slowly into her body.

Feeling Buffy trying to push against her finger, Tara whispers quietly.  “No, love.  Slow and easy, don’t force it.”

“Want you inside.”  Buffy fights to keep from pressing against Tara’s finger.  Wanting to know what it feels like to have Tara in this virgin area. 

“You’ll have me, honey.  All of me.”  Tara offers as she slowly works her pinky inside the slayer, moving at an excruciatingly slow pace. 

Buffy growls quietly, feeling her desire flowing from her body, knowing that her clit is probably swollen bigger than ever before.  Not able to take the feel of her clit begging for relief any longer, Buffy quickly slides a hand down, dipping a couple fingers within her, gathering her own juices as lubrication, before slowly circling her fingers over her begging muscle.

“Did I give you permission to touch yourself, Slayer?”  Tara growls quietly into Buffy’s ear looking over the slayer’s shoulder at the woman’s hand.  Smirking as Buffy jerks and her hand moves a slight distance away.  Easing her pinky the rest of the way inside the slayer Tara chuckles at the low whimpers coming from the slayer.  Allowing the slayer’s body to become used to this new intrusion, Tara moves her other hand around Buffy to glide down the slayer’s abdomen and slick, hot skin.  “Would you be interested in putting on a show for me sometime in the future?”  Tara questions softly in the slayer’s ear as she dips her fingers between the slayer’s legs, smirking as Buffy widens her stance even more. 

“I…”  Buffy groans loudly as Tara wiggles the finger inside her, making her insides clench uncontrollably even as she feels another flood of fluid working its way out of her.  “Anything you want.”  Buffy finally whimpers out the words, reaching down for the hand teasing around her clit, but not coming into contact with the needy muscle.  “Please, Tara.”  Buffy moves Tara’s fingers the slight distance to the swollen muscle, silently urging her to touch her. 

Tara slides her fingers effortlessly over the needy muscle, starting with a slow gentle touch.  Placing soft kisses along Buffy’s neck and shoulders, Tara spends extra time on the small scars she finds marking the slayer’s skin.  Knowing that quite a few of them had probably been bad wounds, but the slayer’s natural healing making them seem more like they had been like small cuts or wounds.  Coming across an obvious vampire bite, Tara brushes her lips over it multiple times.

Buffy growls quietly as Tara slowly starts to build her momentum and press more firmly against her.  When the Wiccan starts to press soft kisses over Angel’s bite, Buffy closes her eyes and tilts her head.  “That one was from Angel.”

“When you saved his life?”  Tara questions softly, having heard the story from Willow.

“Yes.  I don’t make it a habit of letting them feed on me… at least not willingly.”  Buffy inhales deeply as Tara’s blunt teeth captures the flesh, biting firmly before sucking the flesh into her mouth at the same time she starts to stroke faster and more firmly over her needy body, making Buffy squirm and jerk with desire, finally crying out the Wiccan’s name as she presses hard against her quivering clit at the same time she starts to stroke her pinky in and out of her sphincter. 

Tara growls quietly into Buffy’s ear after releasing her flesh.  “Mine.”

“God, yes.”  Buffy whimpers, as Tara’s arm wraps around her body, helping to keep her vertical, as she quakes with her release, the multiple points of pleasure almost too much for her to handle.  Slowly gaining control of her body, Buffy chuckles.  “You have two more bites to take over ownership of.”

Tara grunts quietly, nibbling up the side of Buffy’s neck.  “Who else?”

“The Master right before he killed me and Dracula.”  Buffy admits quietly. 

“Hmm…  I remember Dracula.  There was something about him.”  Tara murmurs softly as she works her way to the right side of Buffy’s neck, looking at the bite scar that was more towards the back and partly on Buffy’s shoulder.

“Master.”  Buffy answers the unspoken question as Tara presses soft kisses along that bite scar.  As Tara kisses up the side of her neck, and circles her tongue around the two small round scars, Buffy whimpers quietly.

“So that makes the smallest, hardest to see Dracula’s.  I would have thought he would have been more possessive and made sure that his bite would be more pronounced.”  Tara murmurs quietly. 

Buffy chuckles as Tara’s hot breath washes over her neck as the Wiccan works her way up to her ear.  “For a vampire, he was very… proper?”

Tara nips gently on Buffy’s earlobe.  “I know the Master is dead, so his bite would have no control over you.  But would Angel’s or Dracula’s bite mean something, if they wanted you?”  Tara finally starts to ease her pinky out of the slayer, biting back a smile at the disgruntled groan coming from the woman.  “We’ll play more, honey.  I promise this isn’t going to be a one-time occurrence.”

Buffy grins at the comment, even as she wants to pout as the Wiccan’s finger eases the rest of the way out of her.  “I don’t know if either vampire would have a claim anymore, to tell you the truth.”  Buffy finally turns, looking at Tara’s shoulder, with the talk about bites, making her remember where she’d bitten the woman.  Raising a slightly shaky hand to the wound and visibly bruised spot. 

“It’s okay Buffy.”  Tara murmurs, seeing the look of guilt on Buffy’s face.  “I think we may need to research vampire bites, and see if there is a way to break whatever hold that may be there.”

“Transfer ownership.”  Buffy quirks her lips, as she looks up into mischief-filled blue eyes.  “Let me wash you.”

“Oh no, slayer.  We’ll never get out of here, if we keep this up.”  Tara grins crookedly at her lover, leaning down the short distance to kiss her lovingly.  “Go look at your clothes, and make sure there’re no additional leftovers.  I’ll run them down to the washer afterwards.”

“Yeah, I think we ran the water long enough to where it won’t harden in the pipes… then again, as hot as the water was it seemed to almost disintegrate, so it may not re-form.”  Buffy tilts her head at the thought, before yelping quietly as a firm hand smacks her on the ass.  “What was that for?”

“Go!”  Tara chuckles at the look on the slayer’s face.  Buffy’s emotions going from being surprised to obviously turned on by the smack. 

“Okay.”  Buffy pouts adorably as she looks at Tara, enjoying the sight of the lean, lightly muscular body, having to admit that Tara was extremely gorgeous, and very much a woman.  Growling deeply inside at the thought of spending hours and hours getting to know the Wiccan intimately Buffy’s eyes glitter with desire. 

“Buffy!”  Tara warns, seeing the desire in Buffy’s eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah.  Get dried off, gather the clothes, behave.”  Buffy mumbles shaking her head before turning around so she isn’t tempted by the sight of the Wiccan.  “Starting to wonder if you aren’t some sexual Goddess…  Aphrodite in human disguise.  Yep, that’s what you are.  Aphrodite driving me to distraction with your charms, words, touches and kisses.”

Tara bites back the laugh bubbling up out of her at the slayer’s words as she continues to mumble softly as she dries herself and pulls on a robe.  Reaching down, she picks up the washcloth she’d dropped earlier to clean herself quickly and thoroughly to the sounds of the slayer continuing to rattle different comments.

“Come on.  I want to see what you can do to me in a bed.  I just KNOW we’re not going to get any sleep tonight.”  Buffy wiggles her eyebrows knowingly at the Wiccan as Tara turns off the water.

“You know that, do you?”  Tara gathers the items, before slowly making her way towards the slayer. 

Buffy groans as Tara’s body sways sexily towards hers.  “Not unless one of us passes out.  God, you’re gorgeous, woman.  Don’t know what I did, but I hope I continue to do it, if it means I get to have you body, mind and soul.”  Buffy admits quietly, becoming serious as her eyes make contact with loving blue eyes.  “I love you, Tara.  It isn’t just a physical attraction, I hope you know that.”

“I do, honey.”  Tara smiles softly at the slayer the woman’s love and caring shining from hazel depths, flowing in an almost unbelievable link from Buffy as the slayer seems to open herself to her.  “I love you, too.”

Buffy takes the items from Tara, quickly tucking them away, silently thanking whatever Gods, Goddesses, hell even the demons if that’s the case, for giving her this chance as Tara dries her body and pulls on her robe.

“Let’s go to the room, honey.”  Tara murmurs softly after Buffy packs everything away, gently kissing the slayer’s cheek as she partially turns towards her. 

“I’m all for that.”  Buffy groans quietly as Tara hugs her tightly. 

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