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Chapter 13
Tara smiles softly as she strokes over the slayer's warm skin, having woken up a little while ago and pulled the blanket up to cover them both as she got a little chilled. The slayer just wiggled herself in impossibly tighter against her, purring contentedly as she sleeps. Glancing over at the clock, Tara quietly chuckles realizing they've been asleep for roughly four hours.
Tara lies there looking up at the ceiling by the light of the moon, contemplating her life. Smiling softly as Buffy unconsciously shifts her leg further up and over her thighs pushing her body more firmly against her. Moving the hand stroking over the slayer's arm, she runs it over the slayer's jean covered thigh and knee, frowning at the feel of denim instead of skin. Trailing her hand back up, she strokes the slayer's arm again.
A while later, Tara becomes conscious of a small hand working it's way up her ribs, before it hesitates and traces one place in particular. Sighing as she knows what's coming next, Tara waits for Buffy to ask.
Buffy shifts and lifts heavy eyelids to look at Tara, before reaching over and turning on the light, blinking at the brightness. Searching the blue eyes, she pulls the blanket down and leans over, carefully looking at what her fingers found. Running her fingers over the jagged scar, Buffy looks back up with a questioning look on her face.
"Broken beer bottle." Tara murmurs quietly in answer to the unspoken question. "I zigged when I should have zagged. He nailed me when he was drunk one night."
Buffy growls deeply in her throat, her eyes having the slightest tinge of orange appear around the irises. "If those bastards ever show up here, they better pray to all that's holy that I'm not around. I'll make sure they meet some of the ugly bumpy muggers, and when they wake up, I'll beat the hell out of them repeatedly. Make them beg me to stake them, then beat them some more, before dusting their asses."
"Shhh." Tara wraps her arms around Buffy's back urging her to lay down, groaning as their breasts come into contact. "It's okay, sweetie. I doubt they'll find me here."
"It's the Hellmouth. It attracts demons. As far as I'm concerned, they're worse than the fucking vampires I stake." Buffy growls before tucking her head beside Tara's. "I probably weigh too much for me to be lying across you like this."
"Mmmm. You're perfect." Tara whispers urging Buffy to lay more fully on her, arching her body up at the feel of hard nipples brushing against her aching breasts.
Buffy smiles as she listens to Tara groan quietly. Tilting her head, Buffy licks gently up the witch's neck, circling around the sensitive skin behind her earlobe, making her arch. Leaning in closer, Buffy sucks on the sensitive skin, growling deep in her throat as Tara shifts her body the slightest bit, letting a thigh slide between her legs.
Tara feels her chest getting heavy as she breaths harder, arching her body up into the slayer's firm thigh, moaning at the pressure against her most intimate area. Sliding her hands down, Tara grasps the slayer's waist, holding her tightly as she arches up even harder into the slayer, as Buffy scrapes her teeth gently down her neck. "Oh, Goddess." Tara groans loudly, rotating her hips.
Buffy growls before sucking down firmly on the witch's pulse point. Pulling away to look at the dark red mark, Buffy quietly grunts in pleasure at the mark, that should stay with the witch for at least a week. Panting heavily, Buffy pulls up looking into the almost violet colored eyes. "Maybe we should stop." Buffy growls in a deep voice, much deeper than hers normally is, not really aware that she's sharing more with the slayer portion of her.
Tara notices the more orange hued eyes first, as the deeply growled words come from Buffy, she looks more intently into the slayer's eyes. Letting herself feel the slayer's aura, Tara smiles contentedly as she watches Buffy and the slayer slowly integrating themselves within each other, instead of being two separate entities. "I don't think we need too, Buffy." Tara whispers pulling the slayer down, kissing her passionately, flicking her tongue repeatedly against the slayer's, while running her hands down to cup firm butt cheeks. As they both pull back for oxygen, Tara nibbles gently along the slayer's jaw. "Feel the slayer, Buffy. Let her come to the fore." Tara murmurs quietly licking over an ear lobe.
Buffy feels for the slayer, surprised as she realizes she's there with her, trying to become complete within her. "Tara?" Buffy questions quietly.
"Let it happen. You're meant to be as one. You finally allowed her out of the cage you had her in. If you don't want to make love yet, that's fine, but you may want to let her…" Tara trails off for a moment, slightly embarrassed, before continuing. "Let her mark me with her scent. You mark me. I can share my virginity with you in the future, sweetie. At our own time and pace."
Buffy searches Tara's eyes, seeing the love and understanding there. The slayer half growls 'mate', in her head. Slowly easing back from Tara, Buffy reaches down to the woman's slacks, her hands at the button before looking back up for silent confirmation. Smiling as Tara nods and smiles at her lovingly, Buffy eases the button from the hole and slowly pulls the zipper down. Running her hands around the inside of the waist band, Buffy slides them down the woman's silky soft legs, groaning quietly as she smells the deep arousal coming from Tara's silk covered mound. Pulling the pants the rest of the way off, Buffy stands beside the bed drinking in the sight of Tara's womanly body. Feeling the urge to rub herself slowly over every square inch of skin, Buffy mentally chastises the slayer to take it slowly, feeling acceptance as they take another step closer to becoming one.
Tara watches the obvious pleasure crossing Buffy's face, as she caresses her body with her eyes. Watching the orange hued gaze look over her heatedly, Tara unconsciously shivers with arousal at the obvious look of desire in the slayer's eyes. "Clothes, Buffy." Tara whispers.
Buffy tears her eyes away from the witch's body, looking into the passion filled eyes of her mate. Nodding slowly as the words sink in to her haze filled brain, Buffy quickly unbuttons and unzips her pants, shoving them and her panties down together to kick them across the room. Not embarrassed at all with her body, so intent is she on looking at Tara's.
Tara inhales at the sight of the strip of neatly trimmed brown hair, doing nothing to cover the slayer's glistening sex. Closing her eyes at the shot of lust coursing through her body, Tara takes deep calming breaths, centering herself. Finally gaining some semblance of control, Tara opens her eyes to see the slayer standing right next to the bed, her eyes drinking in Tara's curves. Reaching down, Tara bites her lip and slowly eases her panties down her legs before kicking them off, looking back up as the slayer's gaze follows the movement, eyes slowly inching back up as Tara lays back down. As they come up over the knees to traverse her thighs, they stop and darken at the trimmed golden hairs barely covering the witch's pouty sex.
Buffy growls before closing her eyes and inhaling deeply through her nose, taking the scent of the witch into her very being. Opening her eyes, she makes contact with Tara's eyes. "Are you positive?" Buffy questions hoarsely, the slayer begging within her to please, please do this. Urging her to mark her mate with her scent, her being, so they can completely, become one with each other. Buffy's eyes shoot open, as the slayer slowly opens her mind to the things they can do, if they become one. Just silently begging to allow her to mark her mate, and let her mate mark her.
Tara groans at the different emotions crossing Buffy's face, unconsciously reading her aura as the two, work closer and closer to becoming one. As a brighter flair comes from the slayer's aura and Buffy's eyes shoot open in surprise, Tara watches, wondering what is to come.
"She…we…" Buffy hesitates again. "…I, don't just want to mark you with our, my scent." Buffy murmurs confusedly. "We want your scent over us, also." Buffy admits hesitantly looking into Tara's eyes. "We will be making love, but not…" Buffy/the slayer bites her lip wondering how to explain.
"I understand." Tara whispers lifting her hand to the slayer, urging her to lie beside her. Turning on her side and facing the slayer, Tara eases her body slowly closer. "How do you wish to do this, sweetie?" Tara questions softly brushing her lips over the slayer's cheek.
"She wants full control, of course we're already becoming one, so she won't have complete control, I'm with her, we're…" Buffy stops confused.
"Let it happen." Tara breathes the words into Buffy's ear. "She's wanting to guide you, not take complete control. Let yourself become one."
Buffy nods as she takes a deep breath, releasing the last of the control she had unconsciously been holding onto, smiling as the slayer whispers a thank you, and works her way completely through Buffy's body and mind, while gently easing Tara onto her back. Hovering above her, skin barely brushing against each other as the slayer, becomes one with Buffy. No more fighting against each other, holding back, or trying to keep the other half caged, Buffy whimpers at the power and strength coursing through her, more than she could have ever imagined. As her body shifts to straddle above Tara's waist, she slowly lowers her body down, groaning quietly as her sex comes into contact with her mate's body, closing her eyes, at the pleasure.
Tara feels her own arousal coursing through her to heights heretofore unknown. Admittedly she's only had the last few days to compare, but surprisingly, she'd never thought she would feel something this good, this right, this perfect. Tara smiles beautifully as she watches Buffy and the slayer finally become one. Realizing as they do, that to become one they had to find their mate, the catalyst. The one thing, both halves could agree upon to realize their full potential, hence it only being noted as happening once before. And without the mate, the two halves lose control of themselves, literally tearing each other apart. As the wet heat makes contact with her stomach, Tara arches up, pushing her body more firmly into her lover's.
Buffy's eyes slowly open as she smiles at her mate. "My mate, my love." She whispers before leaning down and placing an almost chaste kiss on the witch's lips. "Marking you, now." Buffy whimpers as she raises her body up, propping herself up with her hands as she slides her lower body down the witch's stomach, leaving a trail of glistening wetness in her wake, grunting as the witch's hips arch up, as her sex drags across Tara's, causing the witch to groan and grind against her. "Soon." Buffy whispers up to the witch as she shifts her body to slowly work down one thigh, grunting quietly at the pleasure shooting through her body. Closing her eyes, Buffy takes a moment before shifting her thigh firmly between Tara's.
Tara moans quietly at the pressure against her sex, her body aching for more. Grasping the slayer by the hips, she pulls her body down firmer against hers, while arching up into the contact.
Buffy buries her face in Tara's neck, rocking her body gently against Tara's, moaning at the wetness gathering on her own thigh from the witch, loving the smell, her own body sliding effortlessly against Tara's leg. Slowing down her rocking motion, she leans up placing a gentle kiss against Tara's panting mouth. "We don't have to actually continue this, Tara. We can wait, if you want."
"Completely one, now?" Tara whispers licking up the slayer's neck, enjoying the light film of perspiration covering the woman's body.
"Yes." Buffy whimpers. "I think I understand why she lived as long as she did now. The power I had is like comparing a new born baby to Arnold Schwarzenegger at the prime of his career."
"So, you're trying to say you're much stronger now?" Tara questions softly as Buffy gently eases over, so Tara's lying on top of her. Tara groans before she works her way down the slayer's body, finally edging her way closer to the breasts she hasn't had a chance to taste.
"You better believe it." Buffy cries out quietly as Tara sucks a nipple into her mouth, flicking her tongue quickly over the hard nub. "Tara, please mark me." Buffy groans. "Mark me with your mouth."
"Hmmm?" Tara questions around the nipple in her mouth.
"Please." Buffy whimpers as Tara releases her nipple to look at her with slightly confused blue eyes. Pulling a hand away from the witch, Buffy points to her neck, the opposite side from where Angel's bite was. "Suck, suck hard, please."
Understanding dawn's in Tara's eyes as she eases back up the short distance, licking over the area with her tongue, flicking firmly before sucking it gently into her mouth, playing her tongue over it momentarily, before sucking firmly. Groaning as Buffy's hands grasp her hips, pulling her body down to make contact again with her thigh, having her grind into the slayer's firm, muscular body. Releasing the skin, Tara arches up groaning out Buffy's name.
"Feel the pleasure, Tara. I have her memories, they're mine now. So much pleasure to know." Buffy murmurs watching the witch's body flush with desire. "If you're ready, I will willingly give you this. If you want to wait, I understand." Buffy whispers quietly, watching the dark eyes of her love looking deeply into hers.
Tara pants, while grinding her body down harder into the slayer's rock hard thigh. Tara's eyes shoot open with pleasure before making contact and holding the slayer's almost copper gaze. "Goddess, I didn't expect it to feel this good." Tara whimpers, the heat and desire heavy in her body. Dropping her head to Buffy's shoulder, Tara stops moving against the slayer, slowly getting control of her body.
"We can wait. Take all the time you need. We made the slayer happy, she's one with me now, and I'm more than willing to give you what you need." Buffy whispers quietly into Tara's ear. Smiling softly as Tara's body slowly comes to rest on hers.
Closing her eyes, Buffy strokes up and down the witch's back, content and at peace with herself. Purring softly as she tangles their legs together before reaching over with one hand, searching for the blanket that got tossed to the side of the bed, pulling it gently over Tara before turning off the light.
"Sleep, love." Buffy whispers, smiling as she feels soft lips press a kiss into the side of her neck, and arms rise slowly to thread one hand through her hair and tuck the other under the pillow.
"Love you." Tara hoarsely moans into the slayer's ear as she feels her body get heavy with sleep, not even caring that she shouldn't be sleeping on top of the slayer, not having the inclination to move. "Wake me up if I get too heavy."
"I love you, too. You will never be too heavy." Buffy murmurs running one hand down to gently spread over the witch's strong buttocks, while the other one finds itself buried in gold hair. Buffy smiles, as the purring deepens, closing her eyes as she slowly drifts off to dream of her beautiful witch.
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Buffy smirks as she lets herself back into the witch's dorm room. Having found the bag with her items in it, as she left Tara sleeping in the bed to wash up and grab breakfast.
Placing the keys back on the desk, Buffy turns towards the bed.
Easing down on the edge of the bed, Buffy reaches out and brushes the hair away from the beautiful countenance. She had looked on the witch's cork board, at her class schedule for the day. Knowing she should wake her up so she has time to shower and eat before her first class, Buffy hesitates for a moment watching the sleeping beauty. Frowning at the thought she has to wake her up, Buffy leans in placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. "Wake up, my love." Buffy whispers into Tara's ear before pulling back, watching as Tara's eyelids flutter as she slowly wakes.
Yawning, Tara stretches as she blinks her eyes to full wakefulness. Blushing as she realizes the blanket has slid down and her breasts were uncovered.
"Oh, don't do that." Buffy whispers stopping Tara's hand from pulling the blanket back up. "You're beautiful, Tara. Every single bit of you." Buffy's eyes become mischievous as she wiggles her eyebrows. "Especially these." She murmurs running a hand over one quickly hardening nipple, before leaning down and licking firmly across the other one. "Mmmm Mmmm Good." Buffy whispers as she pulls back. "To hell with soup. I'll take Witchy any day."
Tara blushes and closes her eyes. "How come I feel like I'm going to be in for a very bumpy ride?" Tara questions, her lip curling up into a smirk.
"Depends on what kind of bumpy ride you're talking about." Buffy grins at her lover. "If you mean having a lover that's going to do anything and everything imaginable to bring you pleasure? You are definitely in for the ride of your life."
Tara laughs, opening her eyes looking into the laughing eyes of her lover, the orange hue almost imperceptible. Curious, Tara tilts her head. Deciding to wait and see when the hue becomes more pronounced, she glances over to the clock, groaning. "I have to take a shower and get ready for class."
"Yes, you do. That's why I woke you. I've got you a mocha and a bagel to eat." Buffy reaches over onto the nightstand and waves the bag at the witch, before handing her the mocha. "Not as good as the Espresso Pump, but the cafeteria doesn't do too badly with the mochas."
"Thank you." Tara murmurs as she shifts her body up, reaching for the mocha. Pulling the lid off, she sips the coffee. "You're right, not as good, but still not bad. Worlds better than my instant stuff." Tara grins at Buffy.
Buffy smiles in response as she pulls the bagel out. Unwrapping the foil from around the bagel, she carefully separates the top from the bottom, handing half to the witch. "Sorry, they had them pre-done with toppings."
"That's fine, Buffy." Tara leans in and brushes her lips over Buffy's cheek. "Thank you for breakfast."
"You're welcome." Buffy smiles softly.
"I see you found your bag." Tara comments, looking over the dressed slayer, before taking a bite out of her bagel.
"Yes, I did." Buffy nods, her eyes alight with amusement. "I take it you and mom were in league with each other?"
"Yes. I believe she called it 'Operation Horny Slayer'." Tara admits, smirking before taking another bite of her bagel.
Buffy's eyes widen as she blushes. "I think I need to have a talk with my mother." Buffy mutters quietly as she watches Tara finish off the first half of her bagel. "Here." Buffy hands her the other half.
"Thank you, Buffy." Tara whispers quietly. "You need to be nice to your mother. You realize she considers me her daughter-in-law now, don't you?"
Buffy's eyes widen in surprise and she shakes her head in disbelief. "Unfortunately, it isn't possible against the law and all that."
"Well, in a way, we are, Buffy. In our hearts. What's a mate?"
"You." Buffy answers smirking.
"Not who, what!" Tara taps Buffy on the nose with the bagel, giggling as a small amount of cream cheese takes up residence on the end of the pert nose.
Buffy crosses her eyes looking at the white spot on the end of her nose. "You going to leave it there?" She questions, uncrossing her eyes and looking at Tara.
"No." Tara admits, leaning forward and licking the cream cheese off the slayer, before sitting back to finish eating her breakfast.
"Mate, is my other half. The half that completes me, makes me happy forever and ever." Buffy grins. "You."
"Right. Most people believe their spouse is that. So, when you took me as your mate…" Tara laughs quietly as Buffy sticks her tongue out at her.
"Yeah, yeah. I guess you're going to go all girly on me and wonder where your engagement ring is next, huh?" Buffy raises an eyebrow smirking at the witch. Tilting her head she looks at the long delicate fingers, trying to gauge what size ring she might take.
"I don't need that to know you love me." Tara whispers, finishing her mocha. "But, I do need to take a shower and get ready for class."
Buffy frowns. Reaching for the blanket, she leans down rubbing her face on the witch's stomach, smelling deeply of their aroma mixing together. Looking back up to the darkening blue eyes, Buffy smirks. "Don't wash my smell away from your stomach. I kind of want to keep it there."
Tara blushes deeply. "I don't know that I can. I mean…"
"That's fine. I'll check you out when you come back." Buffy grins wickedly. "If I can't smell myself on you, I'll just have to mark you again before you go to class."
Tara's eyes widen in disbelief. "You wouldn't."
Buffy raises an eyebrow over a more orange-hued eye. "Try me."
Tara smirks as the orange hue becomes more pronounced, groaning before quickly climbing out of the bed, grabbing her robe and cinching it tightly around her body before grabbing her shower kit. "I have to shower quickly. Would you mind grabbing me something to wear?" Tara mutters quickly as she looks at the clock, realizing that she was pushing it to get clean and to class in time.
"Go." Buffy waves her out the door as she stands. Grinning as Tara quickly leaves. Walking over to the dresser drawers, Buffy slides them open perusing the panties, frowning at the number of sensible panties. "We are definitely going to go shopping for you." Buffy mutters holding up a pair with disdain. Sighing, she places the panties on the dresser as she slides open another drawer pulling out another sensible white cotton bra. "This is ridiculous. Those breasts call out for Victoria Secrets. Dark maroon bra, breasts spilling out from the..." Buffy gets side tracked for a moment, imagining the witch's pale breasts in contrast with the maroon bra. Licking her lips at the image, Buffy shakes her head.
"Gotta dress the witch." She mutters, pulling a pair of socks out before looking through the drawers, debating on the shirts. Deciding to wait and see what's hanging in the closet, Buffy quickly opens the door, sliding the clothes from one side to the other as she looks at each item. "Hmmm." Buffy frowns only finding one pair of jeans, the rest skirts. "She only owns two pairs of jeans?" She mumbles to herself. Grabbing down a skirt, she eyes the few shirts hanging and grasps one. Placing both items across the bed, Buffy pulls the slip she had seen out of the drawer before putting everything to rights. Quickly making the bed, she grins as she hears the door opening. Watching Tara as she quickly runs the towel over her head, Buffy walks in front of the witch untying the robe, dropping down to her knees burying her face in her stomach, sniffing deeply.
"Buffy!" Tara yells in embarrassment.
"What?" Buffy growls quietly, laughing inside. "I'm having a hard time picking up my scent."
"Buffy." Tara whimpers quietly as Buffy rubs her face over the soft stomach, before placing a firm kiss over her belly button.
Pulling away, Buffy sighs before standing up. "Fine, but remember you're mine." Buffy mumbles walking the few steps to the bed grasping Tara's panties, kneeling down to help dress her.
"Like I can forget with the glaring love bite on my neck." Tara mutters before looking at Buffy quizzically. "Buffy?" Tara questions as she places a hand on Buffy's shoulder for support as she lifts one leg then the other, as Buffy slides her panties up.
"I'm helping you get ready for class." Buffy answers the unspoken question. "Go ahead and brush your hair." Buffy turns grasping the slip and repeating the gesture, before doing the same with the skirt. Grinning at the half dressed witch, Buffy eyes the full breasts. "And the robe is gone." Buffy smirks pulling it off Tara.
"No time, sweetie." Tara huskily whispers seeing the desire cross Buffy's face.
"No fun." Buffy grumbles before leaning in and placing a quick kiss on one nipple. Turning around she grasps the bra, holding it up in front of Tara, smirking as the witch holds both arms out, straight in front of her, so Buffy can slide the bra up and into place, copping a good feel as she situates the breasts in the cups, before easing behind Tara to latch the bra. Rising up on her tiptoes she looks over Tara's shoulder, eyeing the witch before sliding her hands around, adjusting her again, and pinching each nipple briefly before heading over for the shirt.
Tara groans and shakes her head as she finishes brushing her hair. "I think you're enjoying yourself a bit too much."
Buffy grins and wiggles her eyebrows. "I like this. I think I might need to do this every day. Of course, we might want to start an hour or two earlier." Buffy admits quietly before quickly easing the shirt down and over the witch. "Sit down on the bed."
"I'll get my socks and shoes sweetie." Tara murmurs leaning in to kiss Buffy briefly. "I really need to get going."
"I know." Buffy pouts. "I'm having fun and you're wanting to take it away."
"Not take it away." Tara whispers as she quickly pulls on her socks and shoes. "Just delaying for a time."
"I guess I can live with that." Buffy watches as Tara stands and grabs her book bag, double-checking the items in it before walking slowly to the door.
"Walking me to class?" Tara questions with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh, yeah." Buffy grins happily.
Tara stops for a moment and walks back over to the cork board. Pulling off the spare key to the dorm room, she hands it to Buffy. Seeing the questioning look, Tara smiles. "It's the extra key to my room. That way, you can come and go at any time."
"Thank you." Buffy looks at the key smiling hugely. "Let's get you to class." Buffy opens the door, ushering Tara out. The two women clasp hands as they quickly head to Tara's class.