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Chapter 8
Buffy groans quietly as she wakes up, feeling an unusual weight against her body, taking a moment, she finally smiles as she realizes it's Tara laying half across her. Realizing her right hand is buried in the soft strands of the witch's hair and her left is running over the woman's back, Buffy purrs uncontrollably as she feels the strong, yet soft fingers of the witch caressing her skin just below her breast.
Tara smiles when she feels Buffy waking up. As Buffy starts purring loudly, Tara chuckles quietly. Stroking her hand more firmly over the warm skin, Tara rubs her face against Buffy's shoulder.
"Obviously you're awake." Buffy hoarsely makes the statement.
"Yes." Tara admits running her hand over the slayer's side, squeezing gently.
"How long?" Buffy smiles at the soft caresses, surprised at the witch's comfortableness in the sensual caress.
"Hmmm…" Tara raises her eyes, glancing at the clock. "About 45 minutes."
"Why didn't you wake me?" Buffy murmurs, before running both hands down the witch's back.
"You need your rest." Tara smiles. Shifting up, she smiles down into the soft hazel eyes. "I like waking up here." Brushing her lips tenderly across Buffy's, she slowly pulls away. "I should probably get up. I think I heard your mom head downstairs half an hour ago."
Buffy releases the witch, watching as she climbs out of the bed stretching. Groaning at the strip of skin revealed at her stretching, Buffy feels her fingers twitching to run over the soft looking pale skin. Biting her lip at the small belly button, Buffy closes her eyes, trying to get the thoughts running around her brain to go away.
Walking around, Tara reaches for her pile of clothes she had folded up and set on the dresser the night before. "I'm going to go shower and get dressed."
"You know where the towels are?" Buffy questions, opening her eyes.
"Yes, your mom showed me last night." Tara smiles at the Slayer. "Meet you downstairs?"
Buffy nods her head, watching as Tara opens the door before closing it gently behind her. "Oh, boy." Buffy moans, pulling the pillow over her face. "This is not going to be easy." She growls out before rolling out of the bed, quickly making the bed before stripping and putting on clothes.
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"Morning, mom." Buffy smiles watching her mother cook breakfast.
"Good morning." Joyce looks over, smiling at her daughter. "How was patrol last night?"
"Came across one group of vamps and that was it." Buffy hops up on the stool. "How were things here?"
"Good. We talked some." Joyce smiles thinking about the young witch. "I think she's a little worried that Xander and Willow might react adversely to her."
"What?" Buffy frowns, realizing she hasn't told either one of her best friends. Of course, she hasn't talked to either one, since she and Tara met. "I haven't talked to either of them. I'd rather tell Willow face to face, instead of over the phone." Buffy taps her fingers on the counter, thinking. "I need to double-check with Xander, to confirm Thanksgiving dinner. I'll tell him then." Buffy nods her head, making the decision.
"You're being very open about this relationship." Joyce makes the observation, as she places more bacon in the skillet.
Buffy listens, making sure the shower is still running, before making the admission to her mom. "I think I'm falling in love with her, mom."
Joyce raises an eyebrow, smirking to herself, as she gently turns the eggs. "Really?"
"Was that a sarcastic note in your voice?" Buffy pouts.
"Yes." Joyce turns her head, grinning at her daughter over her shoulder. "I believe the correct phrasing would be, you HAVE fallen in love with her." Joyce turns back, sliding the eggs onto a plate, before cracking a couple more.
"Yeah." Buffy admits, resting her chin on her hand. "How could it have happened this quickly?"
"Sometimes love's like that." Joyce smiles. "I fell in love with your father five minutes after meeting him."
"Oh no." Buffy groans quietly, dropping her head onto the counter. "Not a good thing to say here, mom."
"Buffy, just because things didn't work out between your father and me, doesn't mean it won't between you two." Joyce shakes her head at her daughter. "Every relationship is different. So, did you behave last night?" Joyce raises an eyebrow, looking over at her daughter.
"Yes." Buffy grumbles. "But I have to say, this is going to drive me completely nuts. So if I start doing really weird things, you'll know why."
Joyce laughs quietly. "Why don't you get the milk and juice out, honey?"
"Okay." Buffy hops off the chair and opens the refrigerator, smiling as she hears Tara coming quickly down the stairs. "Do you want milk, juice or both, with breakfast, Tare?" Buffy questions, pulling them out of the refrigerator.
Tara looks in surprise at Buffy and shakes her head, smiling as she realizes she had heard her. "Juice would be great." Looking over at Joyce, she smiles. "Anything I can help you with?"
"I've got it. Thanks." Joyce smiles at the young woman. "Did you sleep okay?"
Tara smiles, nodding her head. "I slept wonderfully. Thanks again, for letting me stay."
"No thanks necessary." Joyce waves her hand, as she finishes placing the food on the plates, grabbing a couple to place on the island. "Sit down and eat." Turning around, she grabs the plate piled high for Buffy, placing it besides Tara's plate, before sitting down herself to eat.
Tara smirks at Buffy's plate. "I really would hate to see your food bill."
"That's not nice." Buffy pouts, looking up at Tara with twinkling eyes, she pushes her lip out even further.
"Uh, uh." Tara blushes at Buffy. Tapping her finger on the offending lip, before turning back to her plate.
"Spoilsport." Buffy grumbles, going back to eating her breakfast.
Joyce shakes her head at her daughter. "How come I almost want to ask, but when I think about it, I don't?"
"It isn't bad." Buffy mumbles around her bacon. "Tara likes my pouty lip." Buffy wiggles her eyebrows at her mom, before sliding her eyes in Tara's direction.
Tara blushes looking down at her plate. "Isn't my fault. She's always teasing me with it." Tara mumbles before taking a bite of her toast.
Joyce laughs quietly. "What are you two going to be like in a months time?"
Buffy's eyes light up and a huge grin crosses her face.
"Oh, God!" Joyce groans, covering her face with her hands.
Tara looks from Joyce to Buffy, seeing the merriment in the slayer's eyes. "What is going through that brain of yours, Buffy?"
"Just thinking about what we're going to be like in a months time." Buffy leans over and nips Tara's ear lobe quickly, before her mother uncovers her face.
Tara blushes at the insinuation in the slayer's voice and action. "Oh, Goddess!" Tara whimpers quietly.
"I do NOT want to know." Joyce mutters before quickly finishing her breakfast and placing her plate in the sink. "I'm going to go take a long, luxurious bath, then we can go look at Tara's paintings." Joyce practically runs out of the kitchen.
"I think we embarrassed her." Buffy murmurs shifting around on the stool so she's facing Tara. Reaching down, she shifts the stool so it's touching hers, smirking at the witch sitting sideways between her legs, Buffy raises an eyebrow, as Tara's eyelids drop to half mast and her eyes darken. Lifting her leg up and placing it across the witch's lap, Buffy leans in and places light nips up Tara's neck. Reaching her ear, Buffy sucks the lobe in gently, flicking her tongue against it before licking repeatedly, up and down the outer shell of the witch's ear, grinning as she hears the deep groan come from the witch, and the strong hands suddenly grasping her thigh and calf.
"Buffy." Tara groans out quietly, kneading the slayer's leg.
"Yes." Buffy starts working down the side of the witch's jaw, before raising her hand to the other side of the woman's face, urging it gently to turn her way, before capturing the full lips in a tender kiss.
Tara moans into the slayer's mouth, at the gentle caress of Buffy's tongue, languorously searching out all the secrets of her mouth. Moving the hand from Buffy's thigh, to clasp the back of her head, Tara tilts her head just the tiniest bit, for firmer contact, flicking her tongue teasingly against Buffy's, while her right hand slowly works it's way from the slayer's calf, over her knee, to the top of her thigh.
As Buffy finally pulls back slightly to pant heavily, she unconsciously shifts her body in closer to the witch, groaning loudly, as her center makes contact with the woman's hip bone. "Ah, Fuck!" Buffy quickly shifts back, though her body is telling her to push in harder against the brief contact. To grind 'til the buildup in her body finds release.
Breathing heavily, feeling like her heart is trying to escape her chest, Tara growls at the brief, hot contact that was taken away, almost before she realized it was there.
Buffy shakes her head. Quickly shifting her leg off the witch, she slides off the stool and keeps backing away until her back comes into contact with the back door. Closing her eyes, she slowly slides down the door to sit on the floor. "Sorry, sorry, sorry. Too much, too fast." Buffy mutters burying her face against her knees.
It takes Tara a moment to realize what Buffy was apologizing for. "Buffy." Tara quickly kneels in front of the slayer. "It's okay, don't beat yourself up over it."
"Slayer brain and body, very bad." Buffy grumbles, feeling the desire flowing like thick molasses through her body. Finally admitting to her self, that her slayer portion would be more than happy to take the witch, right here on the kitchen floor, consequences be damned. But the Buffy portion is trying to reign in those feelings, get control of the desire. "Why the hell do you affect me this way?" Buffy hoarsely questions, looking up with confused hazel eyes. "I've never had a problem controlling myself, my body, before." Buffy admits looking into the dark blue eyes of the witch.
Tara shakes her head at a loss. "I don't know, Buffy." She whispers reaching out a shaking hand, before pulling it back into her body before it reaches the slayer's cheek.
"I think I'm going to go take a nice, long, cold, shower." Buffy mutters, watching as Tara slowly stands, before hopping up, and easing around the other side of the island. "Very long, very cold, shower." Buffy growls running out of the kitchen and up the stairs, leaving a slightly worried, but ultimately laughing witch behind her.
"We're going to have to do something." Tara murmurs quietly to the empty room. "Either, not be left alone together, or no touching." Tara shakes her head before cleaning up the kitchen, feeling the desire in her own body, calling out for the slayer.
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Joyce climbs slowly down the stairs, after being kicked out of the bathroom by her daughter. Frowning she looks at Tara, sitting calmly on the couch, with her hands clasped between her knees. "Why did I just get kicked out of the bathroom?"
Tara looks up blushing deeply. "Ummm…" She looks back down, not knowing what to say. "Things got a little heated?" She kind of half states, half questions.
Joyce raises an eyebrow questioningly at the witch.
Tara swallows. "She's taking a cold shower." She tries to say diplomatically.
Joyce rolls her eyes. "What are you two doing to each other?" Joyce grumbles sitting down. Looking back up quickly, she shakes her head. "That was rhetorical, I don't really want to know." Joyce smirks as she sees the relief cross the witch's face.
"I don't know, but do you have extra blankets or something I can borrow, for when I stay here this coming weekend?" Tara questions, biting her lip. "I think it might be best I sleep on the couch, or on the floor."
"We'll figure out something." Joyce glances up to the ceiling, wondering what her daughter had done this time. "You didn't have an argument or anything like that, did you?"
"Oh, no. Not at all." Tara quickly replies. "I just think hormones are going crazy right now." Tara admits embarrassedly.
"And with her being the slayer, that probably doesn't help any." Joyce nods her head, admitting the fact.
"Why would that have anything to do with it?" Tara questions, biting her lip.
"Rupert once told me, that the slayer sometimes has a very hard time controlling strong emotions. Something about how they came to be, that their more… primitive side, can come to the fore." Joyce explains as best she can. "It's never been a problem with Buffy before, but you may be calling to that deep, hidden side of her."
Tara blinks, considering what the woman is saying, trying to remember anything in her books that mentioned this. Sighing when she can't remember, she glances at Joyce. "Do you know anything about her…purring?" Tara hesitantly asks.
Joyce raises an eyebrow at the witch. "She purrs?" At Tara's nod, Joyce thinks for a few moments. "Rupert said something about that happening once before, to another slayer, but I don't think he ever told me what caused it. Would you like me to ask?"
"No, I don't think it's anything bad." Tara smiles reassuringly at the woman. "But it's happened a few times. I think Buffy knows, she just isn't saying."
"If you're sure?" Joyce watches as Tara nods her head.
"I'm sure. With everything else she's told me, if it was bad, she'd probably admit it, before running in the opposite direction." Tara chuckles quietly. "I think she tried to tell me everything bad that's happened, and hardly any of the happy times she's had."
"So she's told you all her sordid past?" Joyce questions, somewhat surprised.
"I believe so. I mean, she said she was just hitting on the big stuff. Like Angelus, Faith, the Mayor." Tara rattles off quietly, looking up at the stairs. Still hearing the shower running, she giggles.
"Talking about that makes you giggle?" Joyce confusedly looks at the witch.
"No, no. Sorry. It's the fact the shower's still running that makes me giggle." Tara points towards the ceiling.
"Oh." Joyce smiles softly. "So she told you about Angelus?"
"Yes." Tara nods picking at her jeans. "She's still beating herself up for not staking him when he first went evil. She feels she's to blame for everything that happened. Everyone that was hurt or killed by him." Tara whispers sadly.
Joyce nods her head frowning. "I don't think she'll ever forgive herself completely for what happened."
"She should." Tara quietly states. "She was barely 17 years old, her first love. She made a mistake, she shouldn't pay for it the rest of her life."
Joyce smiles at the understanding woman. "You have a very old soul, don't you?"
Tara looks up confused for a moment, before realizing what Joyce means. "I guess so. Mom always complained I took things too seriously, and thought stuff through too much. That I never had time to be a kid."
Joyce nods, smiling. "Trust me, being around Buffy that will change." Joyce chuckles at the smile crossing Tara's face.
"I'm coming to realize that." Tara's eyes twinkle. "She's really a very wonderful woman." Tara mentions seriously.
"Yes, she is." Joyce considers Tara. "How much do you like her, Tara?"
Tara blushes deeply looking down. "A lot." Tara looks up into Joyce's caring eyes, not seeing any censorship, just a questioning. "I've never had anyone that makes me feel like she does. I don't see myself feeling like this about anyone else. I…I feel complete when she's around." Tara admits softly.
Joyce smiles before whispering. "You're falling in love?"
Tara considers the question, before slowly nodding her head. "If my heart picking up speed whenever she walks into the room, when she touches me, tingles shoot through my body, and when she kisses me…" Tara trails off, getting dreamy eyed at the thought of the slayer's kisses.
Joyce coughs quietly. "I would say that's a yes." Joyce laughs, as Tara's eyes open wide in embarrassment. "Tara, I'm going to make this comment, and actually mean it. Do what feels right. You're both of age, and happiness is so hard to find. So grab on with both hands."
Tara blinks in surprise at the older woman, basically telling her, it was okay for her and Buffy to sleep together. "Uh, thanks?" Tara sort of questions turning pink. "When we're ready, I'll remember that."
Joyce laughs before standing up. "Let me check on Buffy. That's one long shower."
Tara blushes at the comment, watching Joyce quickly walk up the stairs. "I can't believe it." She quietly states to the room. "Thanks, Joyce."
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Joyce knocks on the bathroom door. "Honey, are you okay in there?"
"Mom." Buffy whines before wrapping a towel around her body and opening the door. "What the hell is wrong with me?" Buffy grumbles before walking back to the mirror, brushing her drying hair.
"What do you mean, honey?" Joyce tries to keep a straight face.
"I was ready to jump her!" Buffy growls out. "Hell, I think I still am ready to jump her, even after a 45 minute cold shower!" Buffy turns and throws her hands in the air. "I mean, come on now. Why is my control flying out the window? I've never had this problem before."
Becoming serious, Joyce leans against the wall, watching her daughter. "Maybe you should speak with Rupert about this, Buffy. It might have something to do with your Slayerness."
Buffy stops brushing her hair and looks at her mother. "Do you think that's it? I mean, I can usually turn the slayer part of me on and off at a moments notice, but it was making an appearance earlier." Buffy admits thinking about it.
"Talk to him, Buffy. He might be able to shed some light on the subject." Joyce offers, not knowing what else to say.
"Great. Go talk to my watcher-dude, about the fact I want to jump Tara, and do all kinds of hot and heavy things to her, and with her. That'll make him have a heart attack." Buffy growls out, striding out of the bathroom towards her bedroom.
"Buffy!" Joyce calls out in admonishment to her daughter, as she follows her into her bedroom.
"Can't help it, mom." Buffy grumbles, quickly pulling clothes on. "I was ready to fucking hump her like a dog in heat in the kitchen. Something just ain't right. I never, NEVER, wanted to do that with anyone else." Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she pulls her socks and shoes on, tying her boots almost viciously. "And that's something I, and I'm sure, Tara, is not ready for."
Joyce stands there in stunned silence, completely lost as what to say. Watching Buffy's heavy breathing, and obvious irritation with herself. "All I can do is suggest you talk to him, honey. It probably has to do with your being a slayer."
"Probably." Buffy admits, her shoulders slumping. "But if I get like that after just a few make-out sessions with her, what am I going to be like when I actually go further? I mean, there hasn't even been any out of bounds touching, if you know what I mean."
"Oh, honey." Joyce walks slowly over to the bed, sitting beside her daughter. "This may actually just be normal hormones. You found someone that you are completely in love with. And obviously very, very attracted to."
Buffy smirks at her mom. "Oh, yeah. Definitely attracted to. I mean…" Buffy's eyes widen, and her hands start waving in the air, "GOD! I noticed her eyes first, but when the rest of her came into view…." Buffy growls low and deep.
"Too much information, my dear." Joyce pats her on the shoulder. "I suggest you talk to Rupert, the sooner the better." Joyce stands, heading out of the bedroom.
"Okay." Buffy mumbles, pictures of Tara still flitting around in her brain. "Maybe I should take another cold shower." Buffy whimpers.