Chapter 18
"Ready for me to get the second container of burritos?" Tara looks at the empty glass container before reaching for some more salsa and chips.
"I can get it." Buffy grins as she hops up, walking into the kitchen.
"She seems happy." Anya whispers softly.
"Been really weird today." Tara admits, smiling at the shopkeeper.
"So, you ready to agree with me?" Anya questions, grinning as she leans in nibbling on her ear.
"I don't know. Sometimes yes, sometimes no. She just confuses the hell out of me." Tara admits.
"Then, after dinner we'll go back to my place where there's no confusion, just you and me and a whole apartment to get up to all kinds of naughtiness in." Anya wiggles her eyebrows at the witch.
"Planning on naughty things happening?" Tara allows a playful grin to come across her face, watching as Anya's eyes light up.
"Come on, guys. Time to eat dinner." Buffy narrows her gaze on the two women. "You two can get all mushy later."
"Sorry." Tara blushes lightly, as her and Anya slowly separate from the short distance they were from each other.
"It's okay." Buffy smiles quickly as she places the container on the hot pads, scooping out a burrito to place on her plate before sitting back down. "Do I even want to know what you two have planned for tonight?" Buffy questions around a mouthful of food.
"Probably not." Anya smirks then yelps as Tara pinches her thigh. "I didn't tell her what we were planning on doing. I could, you know. OWW!" Anya frowns at the blushing witch as she rubs her thigh. "Save that shit for later." Anya giggles as she shifts out of range of the witch's strong fingers.
"You'll be going home by yourself if you keep it up." Tara sighs before glancing over at an extremely quiet Buffy. "What are you going to do tonight?"
"Other than patrol, I need to make some more stakes." Buffy shrugs, making brief eye contact for a few seconds before glancing back down at her plate. "You guys coming back here for lunch tomorrow?"
"If you don't mind." Anya answers, as she finishes her last bite of burrito, gently pushing her plate away. "I don't want to overstay my welcome."
"You're fine, Anya. You're welcome anytime." Buffy's lip quirks briefly in a half smile. 'Just, please, don't get like you two were in the shop, please!' Buffy begs silently as she grabs some tortilla chips munching as she watches the two women.
"I'll need to study tomorrow." Tara sips her tea, thinking.
"Did you get a list of questions together for me to test you with?" Anya looks hopefully at the witch. "I was serious about the offer."
"Actually, yes I did. But I can't ask you to question me every night this week to make sure I know everything." Tara pats the woman's thigh, after she moves closer.
"I can help, if you want." Buffy offers quietly. "I don't mind, and gives me ammunition if you get something wrong."
"Like you need any." Tara jokes.
"You haven't done anything lately for me to pick on you about. The last thing was the runny egg drips down your chin and shirt. I about used it for all its worth." Buffy smirks at the witch.
"Well, starting tomorrow for the next two weeks, I'm going to be working and studying. You two need to send me all your best wishes to do well on my finals, then hopefully I'll be a college graduate and can get a job teaching." Tara smiles. "And I will definitely take both of you up on your offers."
"Did you want to bring your books and study tonight?" Anya questions seriously.
"No. Tonight's going to be my last relaxing night for the next couple weeks. No books allowed." Tara shakes her head, smiling.
Anya starts to open her mouth to make a comment, closing it back quickly when she thinks twice about it. Smiling innocently at Tara as she looks at her.
"Uh, huh." Tara raises an eyebrow in contemplation of the shopkeeper.
Anya stands and quickly gather's the dirty dishes to get out of the dining room before she gets in trouble.
Tara's eyes follow a giggling Anya out of the room.
"You're the one dating her." Buffy mutter's as she scoops out another burrito, chuckling quietly.
"Thanks for reminding me." Tara turns her gaze on Buffy, smirking. "Thanks for the offer, I will take you up on it. Did you get enough to eat?"
"Yes, I did. Thanks." Buffy grins self consciously. "There might even be a burrito or two left for a late night snack."
"Good. Do you want me to fix anything else for you before we leave?" Tara smiles at the blonde slayer.
"No, I'll be fine, thank you for the wonderful dinner." Buffy finally sits back, patting her stomach. "I'm probably going to have to take a nap before going out on patrol tonight."
"You're welcome. If you need any help, be sure to call." Tara stands gathering the rest of the dirty dishes.
"Help with my nap?" Buffy jokes standing to carry the container with the burrito's left in it to the kitchen.
"I somehow doubt napping is possible with Tara around." Anya pipes up, as she loads the dishwasher.
"And on that note, I'm taking Phoenix outside." Tara whimpers before calling to the sleeping puppy, quickly opening the back door, following her outside.
Buffy places the burrito's in a container, putting it in the refrigerator before sitting down at the island watching Anya for a moment, actually looking at the woman. Taking in the slim form with the slight curves, groaning quietly, Buffy shuts her eyes. 'Not thinking about this, not thinking about this.' Buffy flashes back to the dream, groaning louder, she runs a hand quickly over her face.
"Do you need some aspirin?" Anya questions as she hears Buffy groan, turning to catch her running her hand over her face.
"Oh, uh no. I'll be okay." Buffy smiles as she blushes lightly.
"We're going to have to do pooper scooper detail out in the yard." Tara chuckles as Phoenix runs in, stopping by Buffy, barking.
"You are spoiled." Buffy chuckles leaning down, scratching her head for a few minutes before sitting back up, watching as the puppy runs around to bump into Anya, sitting down waiting for her to love on her.
"Doing your rounds, Phoenix?" Anya chuckles, leaning down picking the wiggling puppy up to love on her.
"I'm going to run up to get my bag." Tara smiles as Phoenix licks Anya's cheek enthusiastically. "Did you have some left over burrito's on your face?"
"Might have." Anya giggles at the ticklish tongue.
"Don't enjoy it too much, I'm not going to do that!" Tara jokes as she quickly leaves the kitchen.
"NO FUN!" Anya yells after the witch, chuckling at the puppy. "She's no fun at all, now is she Phoenix?"
"Be careful, she may seriously not go home with you!" Buffy jokes. "I don't put anything past that woman anymore."
"She's quite the surprising one." Anya agrees softly as she lets Phoenix down on the floor. "Willow did a serious screw up by losing her. And I just might have to thank her." Anya states seriously.
"Thank who?" Tara questions as she walks back into the kitchen.
"This supplier that found some hard to find weed for one of her customers." Buffy interjects quickly, smiling as Anya nods in thanks.
"Trafficking in Mary Jane now, Anya?" Tara jokes, making Buffy roll her eyes. "You said weed."
"Herb, whatever!" Buffy grumbles. "It's not nice to pick on the slayer."
"I never said I was nice." Tara chuckles. "We better get going, Anya. That way we can make it to your apartment before it gets dark. You have a good night, Buffy. Please be careful."
"I will. You two have a… never mind. I'm sure you will." Buffy drops her head on the island as the two women laugh. "Shoot me now, please." Buffy whimpers.
"Have a good night, sweetie." Tara runs a hand down the blonde hair as she and Anya leave, missing the quiet whimper coming from Buffy.
After Buffy hears the door, shut, she lifts her head slowly. "Can I just go on record as saying, I am really praying that dream wasn't just a dream and is a slayer dream?" Buffy questions the empty room. "Because I can live with that." Buffy chuckles at herself before going to get ready for patrol.
"Here, let me put this up for you." Anya takes the bag from Tara, walking quickly back to the bedroom to set it down on the dresser, smiling at the thought of the witch staying the night. Slowly walking back out to the living room, she curls up on the couch next to Tara. "I had fun last night." Anya tilts her head so it's lying on Tara's shoulder, smiling as the witch shifts and wraps her arm around her, urging her to get more comfortable.
"I did, too." Tara chuckles softly. "I didn't know you were so ticklish."
"Yeah, well, no taking advantage of that knowledge!" Anya grumps. "I slept better last night than I have in a long time, thank you." Anya whispers softly as she rubs her head lightly against Tara's chest.
"You're welcome." Tara smiles softly as she starts stroking her fingers through the shop keepers blonde hair. "What do you want to watch?" Tara questions as she flips the television on, slowly changing the channels to see what's on.
"Whatever you want. I'm not in any kind of particular mood." Anya chuckles briefly. "Well, there is a mood I'm in, but it might be too soon yet."
"Hmmm. What mood would that be?" Tara questions with a knowing lift of her eyebrow, looking at Anya as she shifts to grin at her.
"I'm in very much a pouncy mood." Anya admits. "Your teasing has got me ready to jump you at a moments notice!"
"My teasing?" Tara widens her eyes in mock surprise. "I'll have you know I haven't been teasing. I thought you were." Tara laughs as Anya rolls her eyes. "Okay, so we've both been teasing. And it's been a very pleasurable pastime, also." Tara admits softly. "I have to tell you, I'm surprised, even with my knowing that you talked about sex all the time to get a rise out of people. I kind of thought you'd want to jump in bed the first chance you got."
"Well, don't get me wrong, because I definitely do want to jump in bed with you. But I kind of figured we'd take it slow, see how well we actually liked each other before taking it any further." Anya admits quietly, shifting down on the couch, to lay her head in Tara's lap. "I knew that I was attracted to you, but I've come to the very serious realization with spending time with you that I'm falling in love. I don't want to screw it up by forcing anything, or pushing for a more physical relationship."
"Anya." Tara whispers the shop keepers name, stroking her hand over the woman's cheek and neck. "Were you always this much of a sweetheart?"
"No." Anya admits, a small grin crossing her face. "You make me want to be a better woman."
Tara chuckles quietly. "Channeling Jack Nicholson is not necessarily a good thing, honey."
"I know, I know. But it's true." Anya smirks as she shifts to look up at Tara. "I loved Xander, don't get me wrong, but it's different with you. I was mostly interested in the sex side of things with him, but with you I enjoy just sitting on the couch, talking, making out, touching…" Anya shrugs as she trails off. "You know, that kind of thing."
"I think I understand. We have a friendship between us, also. It's not just about the physical portion of the relationship. We just enjoy being in each others company." Tara suggests softly.
"Yes, that's it!" Anya grins. "Of course, I won't complain if we get to the physical portion sooner rather than later, but I'm not going to push it. I just want you to be aware that I love you for you. Not because of your sexual abilities."
"Well, we haven't had sex yet, so I think I can figure that out for myself, Anya." Tara chuckles looking down at the woman, her eyes twinkling merrily. Slowly becoming serious, Tara sighs softly. "I love you, too, Anya. And truthfully? I really don't want to watch television."
"What do you want to do?" Anya question softly, her eyes closing as Tara's soft fingers stroke over her collar bone.
"Spend time acquainting myself with this wonderful, beautiful woman that has captured a good portion of my heart." Tara whispers, smiling gently as Anya slowly opens her eyes to look at her seriously.
"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Anya questions softly, slowly shifting so she's sitting beside Tara, looking at her intently. "Because I am serious, I don't want to push you into something you're not ready for."
"You're not pushing, Anya." Tara watch's Anya for a moment, before reaching up to brush her hand over the woman's face, cupping her cheek gently. Leaning in, Tara brushes her lips softly over Anya's three or four times, before pulling back to smile softly.
"Don't stop now." Anya whimpers, following Tara, pressing her lips firmly against Tara's, groaning quietly as Tara's tongue sneaks out to caress over her lips. Eagerly allowing the tongue entrance, Anya battles gently with Tara, sucking softly in the witch's tongue, before easing back to soft presses of lips.
"Hmmm." Tara hums softly, her hand having migrated to Anya's hair, not letting her escape to far, her other hand having snuck down, caressing the flesh at the woman's waist after maneuvering the shirt partially out of the way. "So soft." Tara murmurs as her fingers stroke over Anya's side and stomach, as her lips caress her jaw, slowly making her way down her neck nipping gently at the flesh before licking strongly over her pulse point.
"God, Tara." Anya cries out quietly as the witch's hand slides up to cup her breast firmly. "Please tell me I'm not dreaming." Anya whispers as her hands creep under Tara's shirt, shoving it up out of the way, so she can caress the witch's breasts.
Tara inhales deeply as Anya's fingers start to pinch and tweak her nipples through her bra. "Ease back, sweetie." Tara whispers softly, smiling as Anya whimpers loudly as she releases the witch. Quickly pulling her shirt the rest of the way off, Tara reaches behind her to unhook her bra, sliding it down her arms to drop beside the couch.
Anya swallows hard as Tara takes off her bra, her hands already reaching for the witch. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" Anya whispers, her hands caressing over the soft flesh for the first time, groaning in pleasure as the nipples harden quickly under her caresses.
Tara moans quietly, pressing her body into the hands caressing over her breasts. "Goddess!" Tara cries out as Anya quickly dips her head, sucking and nibbling on a nipple.
"I could eat you up." Anya admits as she finally releases the breast, working her way over to the other one, following Tara as she eases back against the end of the couch, hovering over the witch as she grasps the other nipple between her teeth, gently tugging it up before releasing it to kiss and lave it with her tongue.
Tara wiggles her self around, gently tugging Anya so she can divest her of her shirt, quickly unhooking her bra and tossing it. "My turn." Tara murmurs urging Anya up the short distance, groaning as she slides up, pressing their lower bodies together. Tara finally captures a nipple in her eager mouth, sucking on it strongly while flicking it with her tongue.
"Shit!" Anya moans as Tara captures one breast in her mouth, while her hands pull her down more firmly into the witch. Unconsciously, Anya starts to slowly rock her body as Tara's hands caress firmly over her back while she continues to nip, lick and suck her way across her breasts.
Tara growls quietly as she runs her hands down to Anya's ass, grasping the flesh firmly as she continues caressing the breasts in front of her. Shifting her leg, she presses it firmly into Anya's apex, giving the woman something to rock against.
Groaning loudly, Anya takes advantage of the leg pressing into her, rocking slowly at first against the leg, gradually building up the speed and pressing down more firmly. As she feels Tara's fingers flex into her ass cheeks, Anya whimpers as the pleasure shoots through her.
"Clothes bad." Tara mutters as she tries to slide her fingers under Anya's slacks, dropping her head back on the couch, Tara pants heavily, closing her eyes. Sliding her hands around she quickly unbuttons and unzips Anya's slacks. "Can you let up for a moment?"
"Yes." Anya whimpers, continuing her rocking motion, but dropping her head down beside Tara as she slides her body to be more even with Tara's.
Tara can't help but chuckle. "Anya, honey? This would work a hell of a lot better without the clothes."
"I know." Anya admits, groaning quietly. "But don't want to stop."
Tara bites her lip to keep from laughing. Groaning as she feels the desire heavy in her own body, she slides her hands down Anya's sides, shifting her so they're laying on the couch side by side, facing each other, her leg still firmly between Anya's, groaning as Anya shifts and presses her thigh against her firmly.
Anya allows a small smile to cross her face as she hears Tara groan in response to her shifting her leg, before crying out Tara's name in pleasure as Tara quickly shifts a hand down between their bodies.
Tara whimpers at the flood she encounters, stroking through the damp folds, she slides her two middle fingers gently into the shopkeepers body while rubbing her palm against her swollen clit. As Anya shifts her head and she feels her starting to suck strongly on her neck, Tara bites her lip as she grinds her body down onto Anya's thigh while picking up her hands pace.
"SHIT!" Anya cries out loudly, rocking her body against Tara's hand as she brings her to the pinnacle of release. As Tara grinds the palm of her hand against her clit, it tips Anya over the edge. "Tara!" Anya whimpers her name as she collapses on top of the witch, panting heavily, her body continuing to rock.
Tara presses down hard on Anya's thigh, circling her hips as she feels the orgasm working through her body, biting down gently on Anya's shoulder as she climaxes, Tara whimpers loudly.
As her body slowly starts to relax, Anya does a half-hearted chuckle, until Tara shifts her fingers, rubbing over her inner muscle.
"Laughing will cause me to do something to cause a major flood." Tara warns in between panting breaths. Smirking as Anya whimpers long and loud.
"God, it's been so long." Anya buries her head against Tara's shoulder as she rotates her hips, the pleasure building quickly. "Tara, I want to…damn!" Anya's hips start to jerk as she gets closer to a mind blowing orgasm.
"Want me to stop?" Tara whispers softly as she starts to press more firmly against the muscle, a firm circular motion inside the woman's body. Groaning quietly as Anya's inner muscles start to clench and unclench at a feverish pace.
"Yes…no…" Anya's whole body starts to shake as she feels the orgasm working through her body. "Taraaaaaaa…." Anya cries out the witch's name as the release flows from her body.
Tara's body shakes gently in response to Anya's climax, as Tara continues the soft stroking over the ex-demon's g-spot, dragging out the pleasure.
Anya's hands clench in Tara's hair tightly, her body continuing to jerk and spasm with the release.
As the clenching slows, Tara gently eases her hand out of Anya, moving it from between their bodies, wrapping her arms gently around the woman, urging her completely down on her body, stroking her hands up and down the woman's back, as Anya slowly calms down.
After a few minutes, Anya slowly lifts her head, looking down into Tara's dark blue, passion filled eyes. "Thank you." Anya whispers softly, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on Tara's lips.
"What are you thanking me for?" Tara questions the woman, confusion clouding her eyes.
"First off for dating me, and actually loving me." Anya states seriously, before a devilish gleam enters her eyes. "Secondly, for the best orgasm I've had in years. Thirdly for all the future orgasms to come." Anya smirks, then starts laughing as Tara's fingers quickly make their way to her ribs, tickling her mercilessly. "Not fair!" Anya wiggles trying to get away from the fingers hitting her ticklish spots.
"Anya!" Tara yells as Anya falls off the couch onto the floor, laughing hysterically. "Are you okay?" Tara questions, though with the way the woman is laughing, she figures she is.
It takes a moment for Anya to get control of her laughter. "I'm okay. Promise." Anya grins at the witch, before standing and holding her hand out to Tara. "Come with me. I'm going to spend the next couple hours showing you just how okay I am." Anya smiles softly as Tara stands and kisses her softly.
"Promises, promises." Tara chuckles as she follows an eager Anya towards the bedroom.