Amy rolled her eyes. *Oh brother.* "Could you guys do that somewhere else please? Or at least move me?"
Tara and Willow broke their kiss to look at Amy.
"I can hear you thinking to each-other y'know."
Tara and Willow looked at each-other guiltily. "Stop eavesdropping." Willow hissed at her, waving her hand to try stop Amy. "Oh yeah." She sighed. Then to Tara. "Could you help it baby? I'm all out, need recharging."
Tara carressed Willow's cheek. Her fingers crackled and blue energy passed into Willow. "Sure."
Willow grinned, quickly kissed her girlfriend, then waved at Amy. *Hear me now?* She asked.
"That's better." Amy sighed. *Maybe now I can get some sleep.* She thought.
"Will?" Tara started, "Can I have someone to eat? Just, I've been up for a while, and I kinda feel-" She trailed off.
"Oh my god, Tara, I completely forgot! It's okay, it's still dark. Let's go find something. Then we can come back and kill Amy."
The duo got up and dressed and then walked out after checking Amy's restraints. They held hands as they walked out of the bronze's back room. They had been so wrapped up in each-other all night they had hardly noticed the partyers outside their room. Now, people were the main things on their mind. And their menu. Tara and Willow scanned the room, looking for someone just right for Tara's first kill.
*That one?* Willow suggested, pointing to a girl about 19 years old with cropped brown hair.
*Hmm...* Tara shook her head. *Too boring. I bet she, um, reads all night.*
They looked a bit more.
*Him.* Tara suddenly said.
"That guy?" Willow started talking verbally. "Okay, it's your first kill."
They walked towards him, very flirty.
"Hi!" Said Tara bouncily.
The guy gulped. "Hey." He squeaked.
"I'm Willow. This is Tara." They glanced at each-other, then kissed pasionately right in front of him.
"Wanna meet us in the back room? 'Bout five minutes?" Tara licked her lips.
He gulped again. "Yes. Uh, yeah, sure." A bad attempt at cool.
Willow pulled his head next to hers and looked into his eyes. She ran her finger up his neck and the bottom of his chin, flicked over his mouth and turned away. Tara joined her and they sauntered away, drawing as much attention to themselves as possible.
"Oh no." Buffy breathed from the balcony, staring at the two of them, and sensing no soul...
Tara and Willow broke their kiss to look at Amy.
"I can hear you thinking to each-other y'know."
Tara and Willow looked at each-other guiltily. "Stop eavesdropping." Willow hissed at her, waving her hand to try stop Amy. "Oh yeah." She sighed. Then to Tara. "Could you help it baby? I'm all out, need recharging."
Tara carressed Willow's cheek. Her fingers crackled and blue energy passed into Willow. "Sure."
Willow grinned, quickly kissed her girlfriend, then waved at Amy. *Hear me now?* She asked.
"That's better." Amy sighed. *Maybe now I can get some sleep.* She thought.
"Will?" Tara started, "Can I have someone to eat? Just, I've been up for a while, and I kinda feel-" She trailed off.
"Oh my god, Tara, I completely forgot! It's okay, it's still dark. Let's go find something. Then we can come back and kill Amy."
The duo got up and dressed and then walked out after checking Amy's restraints. They held hands as they walked out of the bronze's back room. They had been so wrapped up in each-other all night they had hardly noticed the partyers outside their room. Now, people were the main things on their mind. And their menu. Tara and Willow scanned the room, looking for someone just right for Tara's first kill.
*That one?* Willow suggested, pointing to a girl about 19 years old with cropped brown hair.
*Hmm...* Tara shook her head. *Too boring. I bet she, um, reads all night.*
They looked a bit more.
*Him.* Tara suddenly said.
"That guy?" Willow started talking verbally. "Okay, it's your first kill."
They walked towards him, very flirty.
"Hi!" Said Tara bouncily.
The guy gulped. "Hey." He squeaked.
"I'm Willow. This is Tara." They glanced at each-other, then kissed pasionately right in front of him.
"Wanna meet us in the back room? 'Bout five minutes?" Tara licked her lips.
He gulped again. "Yes. Uh, yeah, sure." A bad attempt at cool.
Willow pulled his head next to hers and looked into his eyes. She ran her finger up his neck and the bottom of his chin, flicked over his mouth and turned away. Tara joined her and they sauntered away, drawing as much attention to themselves as possible.
"Oh no." Buffy breathed from the balcony, staring at the two of them, and sensing no soul...