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Chapter 14

Buffy smirks as an obviously harassed witch works her way down the hallway. "What's wrong?" Buffy questions leaning in and placing a soft kiss on her lips.

"I think my art teacher has lost his mind." Tara mutters rolling her eyes.

Buffy raises an eyebrow in question as she urges the witch into the classroom, quickly taking two seats in the corner, away from the majority of the rest of the class. "What did he do?"

"He wants me to paint a portrait of his wife for Christmas and is willing to pay me $300 for it." She states exasperatedly as she digs out her books.

"That's wonderful!" Buffy exclaims before stopping and thinking. "Isn't it?" She questions.

"Yes it is, especially considering the fact that he's paying for all the supplies on top of the $300. The problem is, I'll have to start it this weekend if I want it to be done in time for Christmas." Tara mutters quietly as Professor Walsh starts class.

"Do it. We can set you up somewhere in the house." Buffy whispers to the witch, as she quickly takes notes on what the professor is saying.

"You sure?" Tara glances briefly at Buffy. "It'll take away from us time."

"You'll just have to make it up to me." Buffy grins wickedly at the witch before nodding towards the front of the class room.

Nodding in understanding, Tara smiles and pays attention to class.

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Tara grins as Buffy comes out of the cafeteria with the tray piled high. Sitting on their bench, she chuckles as Buffy sits down right against her, leaning in and kissing her firmly on the lips. "Getting a little more demonstrative with the PDA's, aren't you?"

Buffy nods her head handing a sandwich to Tara. "Yep. Dare anyone to say anything. I'll beat them up and then let you turn them into a frog." Buffy smirks at Tara before grabbing a huge submarine sandwich for herself.

Tara shakes her head chuckling. "You're rotten."

Buffy thinks on it for a moment and nods her head in silent agreement. "You could be right."

"What are you going to do this afternoon, sweetie?" Tara questions as she grabs the juice off the tray taking a sip.

"I guess I need to visit Giles and let him know what's happened." Buffy rolls her eyes. "The watcher's book wasn't real clear on the previous slayer's abilities. I wonder if they even know what actually happened."

"I don't know." Tara admits quietly. "It almost seems like they didn't. Either that or they didn't bother putting all the information in the journal."

"That's possible. Just put the basic info down since it supposedly only happened the once. Maybe Giles will check with the Council and see if they have more information. I think he still has a couple people that he can get information from." Buffy murmurs before quickly finishing her sandwich.

"Hmmm. What do you mean, sweetie?" Tara questions softly looking at Buffy. "Shouldn't he be able to get whatever information he needs?"

Buffy's eyes widen briefly. "Oops, I didn't tell you. He kind of got fired from the Watcher's Council. He's still my watcher, just unofficially." Buffy bites her lip grinning apologetically. "Another story that I need to tell you."

Tara shakes her head smiling at Buffy. "What time are you going to stop by tonight?" Tara questions softly.

"Well…" Buffy hesitates and looks embarrassed.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" Tara questions, running a soothing hand over Buffy's arm.

"Can I spend the night? I really don't want to be separated from you any longer than necessary." Buffy admits quietly. "I mean we don't have to... you know. I just want to hold you."

"Of course, Buffy." Tara leans in and brushes her lips against a petal soft cheek. "I kind of figured we would be spending a lot of time together. Even if it is just holding hands while we study." Tara smirks at the slayer.

"Lots of holding hands, frequent breaks for smoochies, and possibly even taking time out to eat occasionally." Buffy laughs quietly. Reaching up, running a finger over the mark on the witch's neck, Buffy smiles softly. "If you won't let me keep my smell on you, I'm having the uncontrollable urge to make sure that stays very prominent."

Tara blushes deeply, before trying to pull her shirt up to cover the mark. "So my choices are either going around smelling like sex or having a hickey the size of a golf ball on my neck?" Tara questions.

"Pretty much." Buffy nods her head, her eyes turning orange. "Would much prefer both." She growls quietly. "Lean in and see if you smell yourself on me, Tara." Buffy whispers.

Tara blinks momentarily. "Didn't you…?" Tara trails off looking at the slayer questioningly.

"I showered, but I wanted to be able to smell you." Buffy smiles briefly. "Smell." Buffy urges.

Tara leans in inhaling deeply, not really able to detect anything.

"People aren't going to be able to tell, love. Just me, and maybe vampires and the like, with extra sensitive sensory abilities." Buffy cups the witch's chin to kiss her firmly. "You need to go to your next class."

"Yes, I do." Tara admits brushing her lips briefly over Buffy's again. "You going to walk me to class?"

"Of course." Buffy quickly gathers their trash dumping it in the receptacle before grasping Tara's book bag along with hers, slinging them over shoulder and clasping Tara's hand in hers. "Hey, why don't you come to dinner tonight? We'll do a cursory patrol of Sunnydale before letting you study and do your homework."

"I can walk to your house after class." Tara offers as they slowly walk towards her class.

"Hmmm. I guess that'll be okay. I need to stop by the gallery and then talk with Giles. What time is your last class today?" Buffy growls quietly when she notices a couple guys watching them a little too intently.

"Four." Tara squeezes Buffy's hand. "It's okay, sweetie." Smiling softly as she reaches her classroom. "Meet you at your house around 4:30?"

Buffy hands Tara her bag and nods her head. "Be careful." Tara nods her head before turning and heading into class.

Buffy watches for a second, grinning before quickly heading out towards the gallery.

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Buffy smiles at Janet, one of her mothers employees. "Where's mom at?"

Janet smiles and nods towards the back store room. "In the storage room."

"Thanks." Buffy trots through the gallery, easing the door open to the storage room. "Mom?"

"Hey, honey, over in the corner." Joyce calls as she shifts a couple boxes looking for the Christmas paintings she wants to display, hoping to sell some for Christmas.

"You should invest in buying shelves." Buffy grumbles as she works her way back through the piles.

"Working on it." Joyce answers the non-question. "Of course, we'll have to move all this stuff somewhere else until the shelving units get put up."

"Would it be worth it?" Buffy questions as she comes to stand by her mom.

"Yes." Joyce admits grinning at her daughter. "So… How were things last night?"

Buffy narrows her gaze on her mother. "Operation Horny Slayer?" Buffy growls hoarsely.

Joyce laughs and nods her head. "Did you two get things situated?"

"Hmmm." Buffy hums, not actually answering her mother. "She's coming to dinner tonight, if you don't mind."

"Of course not." Joyce tilts her head considering her daughter. "Are you going to answer my question?"

"Don't know if I should. It's pretty bad when my mother and my girlfriend are in cahoots with each other." Buffy looks around. "You know, we might be able to pile the majority of this stuff in one area and get the shelving units put up in half the room, place the items on the shelves and get more units put up later."

Joyce looks around the area picturing what Buffy was saying and nods her head. "Then I can get everything organized. That might work."

"I bet if I talked to Xander and Giles, they'd be willing to help." Buffy offers watching her mom momentarily. "What are you looking for?"

"I have some Christmas paintings around here somewhere that I want to display." Joyce grumbles.

Buffy chuckles. "I'll help you look. Where haven't you looked?"

Joyce rolls her eyes and waves her hand around the storage room.

Buffy smirks as she starts over in one corner and starts sorting through the items. Thinking for a few minutes, Buffy softly starts speaking. "Found out something that the Watcher's information didn't mention about the other slayer. I'll explain my personal experience. I always kept the slayer separate, compartmentalized. As Tara mentioned, caged. I only let small parts of her out to help me when I needed it. Sunday when I was all riled up and went out slaying, I allowed the slayer out. I killed over fifty demons that night. When Tara kidnapped me, planning on taking me to her dorm room of love…." Buffy smirks momentarily at her mother. "The slayer half was calm and relaxed. I guess I wore her out, or maybe just made her happy. Needless to say, Tara realized that I was slowly becoming one with the slayer half of me, finally accepting what I am, I guess is what it boils down to. She made me give up the last vestige of my control over that part of me. I marked her, but didn't fully make love with her. We can take it slower now."

Joyce stops searching for the paintings as Buffy starts speaking, listening to her daughter calmly explain what's happening. "Are you trying to say the slayer portion of you, isn't actually a separate entity?"

"Not anymore." Buffy admits. "She's not meant to be separate, mom. And honestly, it's just me now, more or less." Buffy grins briefly. "No more keeping her separate, because she's me, and I'm her. I actually think that may be one of the reasons that slayer lived longer. Instead of fighting against herself, she was finally able to come to terms with both parts of her. Her mate, her love, made her realize what was needed, made her accept herself fully. Just like Tara did for me. Tara balances us." Shrugging her shoulders, Buffy smirks.

Joyce laughs quietly. "I guess that's a good thing, then. That you're in…harmony with yourself."

"Good word." Buffy opens another box, grinning. "These what you're looking for?"

Joyce walks over looking down into the box of paintings Buffy had pulled the cover off of. "That's them." Joyce nods grinning at her daughter. "Have you talked to Rupert yet?"

"Nope, came by here first, heading over there now." Buffy grins. "Let's see how much I shock him."

"Have you had a chance to talk to Xander?" Joyce questions as Buffy gets ready to leave.

"Ah, hell. No, I haven't." Buffy groans quietly. "And I'm not going to get a chance until tomorrow. I'll run by his apartment tomorrow night while I'm out on patrol. God only knows how he's going to react."

"Xander?" Joyce laughs at her daughter. "He'll probably end up drooling all over himself."

"Don't even go there, mom. I've already resigned myself to the fact that he's probably going to have us featured prominently in his dreams. Not that I probably haven't been in them before." Buffy grumbles quietly.

"Normal teenage boy, Buffy." Joyce smirks at her daughter. "Go talk to Rupert and let him know what's going on. I love you, honey."

"I love you, too, mom. See you tonight." Buffy waves as she quickly heads to the Magic Box.

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Giles sits stunned at the table, just repeatedly mumbling. "Dear, Lord." Over and over again, after Buffy explained everything to him.

"Okay, Giles. If that's all you gotta say, I'm going to head to the house. Tara will be there in less than an hour." Buffy smirks as she hops down off the counter.

"You killed fifty demons?" Giles mutters.

"At least. I'm going to see if I can find Spike and get more information from him sometime this weekend." Buffy explains quietly. "He may have left town, since I didn't come across him the other night. But I'll visit Willy's tonight and ask around. See you Thursday for Thanksgiving Dinner. I probably won't be by tomorrow." Buffy calls out as she quickly leaves the muttering Watcher.

"Bye, Buffy." Giles whispers to the empty shop. "Bloody hell! Full powered slayer? Surely to God, the Council knew. Why isn't that information in the books?" Giles frowns, thinking heavily about who he can trust to research this information for him.

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Buffy trots down the stairs after she hears the light knock on the front door. Opening the door her eyes light up, wrapping her arms around Tara and pulling her in, she kisses her deeply, tongues battling gently against each other. Finally easing away to let the witch breathe. "Good evening." Buffy murmurs before brushing her lips lightly over Tara's.

Tara chuckles quietly, watching the slayer's eyes hint towards orange around the edges. "You know, when you start getting turned on, your eyes take on an orange hue?"

Buffy raises an eyebrow. "Is it my getting turned on, or just you being near me?" Buffy murmurs. "You need to study?" Buffy questions, seeing the book bag that Tara dropped in the doorway. "I guess it would be nice of me to let you actually come in the house, instead of pouncing on you in the doorway." Buffy frowns, leaning down grabbing the bag and ushering Tara into the house.

"If you don't mind, I was going to do the reading assignments for a couple of my classes." Tara admits softly.

"That's fine. Do you want to read down here, or can I entice you to get comfortable on my bed, using me as a pillow as you study?" Buffy wiggles her eyebrows at Tara.

"Will you actually let me read?" Tara questions, noting the mischievous glint in her lover's eyes.

"Maybe." Buffy chuckles. "Come on, let's see." Buffy trots up the stairs, placing Tara's book bag on the end of the bed before climbing up, placing her back against the headboard. Situating a pillow behind her, she wiggles in, giggling as Tara comes in the door. Spreading her legs, she pats the bed between them. "Get your book and situate yourself right here."

Tara laughs shaking her head. "I have a feeling this is going to be a bad idea." Reaching down she unties her boots, yanking them off before grabbing her first textbook. Climbing onto the bed she scoots herself back until she's leaning against Buffy, biting her lip as she feels Buffy's firm breasts pressing insistently against her back. Opening the book, she takes a deep breath starting to read the chapters.

Buffy grins as Tara starts reading. Wrapping her arms around her waist, she rests her cheek against the witch, smiling softly as Tara's fingers stroke gently over her arm and hands. Closing her eyes she breathes in the witch's scent, purring contentedly.

Studying, Tara quickly finishes reading the chapters in the one book. Setting it aside she reaches for the other book, quickly flipping to the section she needs to read. Smiling as she feels the feather light press of lips on her shoulder and arms squeezing her gently before Buffy rubs her face over her back. "Should I take a break so you can have smoochies?" Tara questions quietly.

"I wouldn't turn it down." Buffy smirks, working her fingers under the witch's shirt to stroke over her warm stomach. "But if you finish your homework now, we have more time tonight after patrol to play."

"You have a point. So I'll finish reading." Tara moans quietly as the fingers stroke more firmly over her stomach. "Of course, you should stop distracting me."

"Hmmm?" Buffy questions quietly. "Oh, sorry." Pulling her fingers out from under the witch's shirt, Buffy straightens the garment to clasp her hands together around Tara. "There all better now. I love you." Buffy presses another kiss against Tara's shoulder, before resting her cheek against the woman.

"I love you, too." Tara starts gently stroking over Buffy's arm again as she reads.

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Joyce groans quietly as she sets her briefcase and purse by the door. Deciding to go upstairs and change before starting dinner, she quickly walks up the stairs, stopping outside her daughter's bedroom door. The sight of Tara studying quietly with Buffy wrapped around her, purring contentedly, leaves the woman wishing for someone of her own to be with.

Tara glances over to the door, smiling as she sees Joyce. "I'm almost done studying. If you want help fixing dinner, I can probably be down in five or ten minutes."

"Hi, Mom." Buffy says hello between deep purrs.

Joyce raises an eyebrow looking at her daughter who hasn't even bothered to look at her.

"Comfy, Buffy?" Joyce smirks at Tara.

"Yes." Buffy answers. "I'd be happy to stay like this for hours."

"You've already been like this for close to that, sweetie." Tara grins.

"I'm going to change, if you want to help, come on down when you're ready." Joyce winks at Tara before heading to her bedroom.

"Was she picking on me?" Buffy questions quietly. Reaching up, she shifts Tara's hair out of the way to place soft kisses on the sensitive skin of her neck.

"Mmmm." Tara moans quietly, quickly finishing the chapter she's reading and tossing the book to the end of the bed. Tilting her head further, Tara bites her lip as Buffy starts nibbling along the soft skin of her neck. "I believe so."

"Oh, okay." Buffy mumbles alternating kisses, nibbles, and licks. "You know you taste absolutely wonderful. Are you finished studying?"

"Yes." Tara groans out. "But, I promised to help your mother with dinner, Buffy."

"I know." Buffy sighs before licking strongly up the side of Tara's neck, before releasing her. "Okay. I can take a hint."

Tara eases off the bed looking down at a pouting slayer. Leaning down she brushes her lips across Buffy's pouty bottom one. "It isn't that bad, sweetie."

"I know." Buffy mumbles. "But I like being wrapped around you."

"And I like you being wrapped around me." Tara admits quietly. "Let's go downstairs and help your mother."

"'Kay." Buffy stands, hugging Tara briefly before leading the way downstairs.

Tara shakes her head at her love before following her to the kitchen.