DISCLAIMER: No infringement of copyright is intended. You know the drill, anyone appearing on or mentioned on BtVS are ME's.
RATING: T
PAIRING: Tara/Vamp Xander
SUMMARY: Xander has to make an example of someone. Unfortunately, it's Tara.
WARNINGS and or SPOILERS: None
The Hard Lesson
by Eris © 2005 — All rights reserved.
Tara awoke with a start and glanced about the unfamiliar surroundings, her eyes were gummy and burning and her sight was tinged with red. She cringed at the throbbing pain emanating from her forehead, and all at once, her memory flashed back to the events of earlier.
"Did kitten enjoy her nap?" Xander asked, running a fingernail down her cheek startling her and causing her to try to pull away, but she couldn't. She was bound fast by ropes tight enough to stop circulation. "Oooo, still feisty. I like it when they're feisty," he purred.
Tara shifted about, fear building at the sight of his menacing yellow eyes and ridged forehead.
He breathed in her panic like perfume. "Mmmm, my Willow always seems to find the choicest kittens to play with," he uttered, then licked her, "and you taste like sunshine and honey. So pure."
A tear escaped her eye to run down her cheek, and he caught it with his finger, examining it as he continued. "And therein lies the problem. Willow and I share everything. Except for her kitten. Her untouched, unsullied as the driven snow kitten." He grabbed her face, pinching her cheeks, making her squirm, "We can't have that, now can we? We can't go having secrets from one another. It's just not right. Not for us..." he released her and took a step back, "Now, I really hate to have to go and do this, cause you taste SO amazing the way you are, but you see, I gotta do this. You know, to teach her a lesson."
In an instant, he was next to her again, and Tara's eyes went wide and her body rigid. "Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you," he promised as he ripped open her blouse, tearing her skirt and undergarments to shreds. Yet, instead of continuing, he abruptly stopped and slowly reached behind her head to begin undoing the gag. Removing it, he now placed a stern index finger against her lips. "I want you to do me a favor..." Removing his finger, he took his time to eye her from head to toe. Moving closer, he rubbed his body against hers, and then ran a hand gently up her waist to cup an ample breast. Brushing his lips against her ear he whispered, "Scream. Scream a lot."