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Chapter 18
Tara stretches as she slowly wakes from her slumber. Smiling softly she reaches out, feeling for Buffy, thinking maybe the slayer had shifted from where she was laying half on top of her the previous night while they slept. Not coming into contact with the warm slayer as she expected, she opens her eyes and frowns as Buffy isn't in bed… Glancing around the room, she pouts. "She's not even in the room." She grumbles quietly. Standing, she pulls on her sleep shirt while grabbing clothes to wear for the day. Taking a quick shower and dressing, Tara pads downstairs, not seeing Buffy in the living room, she works her way to the kitchen.
"Where's Buffy?" Tara softly questions Joyce, who's having a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper.
"Garage." Joyce grins. "Want coffee or tea?"
"I'll have a cup of coffee." Tara waves at Joyce, for her to stay seated while reaching for a mug, quickly filling it with coffee and a teaspoon of sugar. Easing open the door to the garage, Tara stands there in stunned surprise as she watches Buffy finish laying out her paints in a nice orderly fashion on the make-shift table.
Buffy glances up smiling at Tara. "I asked mom for her suggestions on how to set this up." Buffy waves at the open garage, as the sun streams in over the area Buffy had prepared. "If you want me to switch anything around, let me know."
Tara slowly walks over looking at her easel already set up with the canvas waiting. Over to the crate with her paints and brushes laid out, with her palette and other supplies on the side. Setting down her cup of coffee on an empty spot, Tara slowly wraps her arms around Buffy's waist and pulls her in for a soft, loving kiss. "You did wonderfully." She whispers, smiling as she pulls back from the kiss.
Buffy smiles happily before leaning in for another kiss. Hugging Tara tightly, she narrows her eyes on her fading mark, licking her tongue firmly over the mark, she growls quietly. "Gonna have to refresh this later. It's fading quicker than I thought it would."
Tara chuckles quietly. "I heal relatively quickly. Which, I've been extremely grateful for in the past." Tara sighs quietly before hugging Buffy to her tightly, as she feels the slayer stiffen in response to her words. "It's okay. Since you've got everything set up for me, I'm feeling the urge to get started."
"Then do." Buffy relaxes into the soft embrace. "If mom needs any help, I'm here."
"Do you mind?" Tara questions leaning back so she can see Buffy's eyes.
"Not at all. Would you mind if I sneak out here occasionally to watch?" Buffy smiles hopefully.
"You can take up residence out here and watch me, if you want." Tara whispers pressing her lips gently against Buffy's. "I don't mind at all."
Buffy releases Tara as she reaches down for the picture and clips it on the top of the easel, considering the picture and the canvas. Taking a soft leaded pencil, Tara quickly does a pale outline on the canvas of the features of the woman, before stepping back tilting her head, considering what she's done before leaning back in making minute changes. Nodding at the base of what she's done, she grins over at Buffy who's watching her intently. "I need to get my painting clothes on." She looks down at her skirt and top. "These aren't good to wear for this."
Buffy nods her head, still stunned into silence at how quickly Tara did the rough sketch. Watching Tara quickly stride out of the garage, Buffy walks up to the canvas, realizing if it wasn't for her slayer eyesight, she probably wouldn't have even seen the pale marks on the canvas from where she was standing previously. "Well, damn." Buffy shakes her head before calmly walking into the kitchen.
Joyce looks up from pouring another cup of coffee, laughing quietly as Tara practically runs through heading up the stairs. A moment later Buffy comes in kind of off kilter to sit at the island. "You okay, honey?"
"Oh, yeah. I'm fine." Buffy mutters shaking her head and grinning. Hearing Tara come running back down the stairs, she grins at the site of Tara in a size too large t-shirt, with a pair of sweat pants cut off around the calves of her legs. Chuckling at the different colors of paint smears and splatters on the clothes, she whimpers as Tara stops and places a firm loving kiss on her lips before heading out to the garage.
"I assume the set-up was okay?" Joyce murmurs into her coffee, her eyes laughing at her daughter.
"Yes, it was." Buffy nods her head, looking longingly at the garage door. "Mom, is it normal for an artist to do a brief outline of a subject on the canvas before painting it?"
"Depends. In the case of Tara doing a painting like this, it would be very normal. Her teacher is obviously wanting an actual painting of his wife, not the artists interpretation." Joyce explains quietly. "Say, if she was to paint you, she probably wouldn't do that."
"Okay, that makes sense. But, she did the outline in like, less than a minute. It was like stroke here, stroke there, boom bang, and it was done." Buffy raises her hands in surprise.
Joyce chuckles and nods her head. "How much do you want to bet she'll probably have that painting done this weekend?"
"What?" Buffy looks at her mother surprised. "But, doesn't it usually take longer to do that kind of painting?"
"Yes, but for that girl to have as many paintings as she does, I can guarantee you she is extremely talented, and when she gets on a roll, she probably doesn't stop." Joyce sips her coffee watching her daughter.
"I think I'm gonna go watch her paint." Buffy grins before grabbing a water to head towards the garage door.
"She doesn't mind being watched?" Joyce questions surprised.
"Nope. She said that if I wanted, I could take up residence and watch her paint." Buffy smirks as she walks out in the garage.
Joyce raises an eyebrow before walking towards the door, sticking her head out she watches the quick strokes of Tara's hand. As Tara glances up at her with a streak of peachish colored paint across her cheek, Joyce laughs quietly.
"You can come out and watch, if you want. It doesn't bother me." Tara smiles briefly.
"You are definitely one very unusual woman." Joyce slowly walks out and sits down on the crate beside Buffy. "You know, most artists are temperamental, and can't stand to have people watching them."
"Yep." Tara turns and grins at the two Summers' women. "But I'm not the normal temperamental artist. My mother always said if I couldn't be comfortable painting or sketching in front of people, that it wasn't meant for me. She honestly believed if you were happy with what you do, that you could do it anywhere with anyone around you."
"I bet she also said if you were completely happy with what you were doing, it would come through in your painting." Joyce comments, watching as Tara nods her head smiling softly before turning back to her painting.
Tara tilts her head before continuing with her painting. "When she was teaching me the ways of Wiccan, the biggest part is finding your self. Unfortunately, after she died, I kind of buried myself, and only interacted with teachers and some of my classmates. And then, only when I had to." Tara looks back smiling lovingly at Buffy. "I have someone, actually more than one." Tara's eyes make contact with Joyce, nodding towards her in acknowledgement. "Reminding me of what my mother actually was trying to teach me. To be at peace and happy with myself. But not to hide away from life, to actually be a part of it. Thank you." Tara bites her lip for a moment before turning back to continue painting.
Joyce wraps an arm around Buffy as she leans against her. The two of them watching quietly as Tara slowly works on getting the first layer of the painting done. Joyce nods her head at the confident firm strokes.
"I'm sorry, if I sound ignorant, but do all artists do a painting the way you do?" Buffy questions quietly as she watches Tara.
"No. Every artist is different. Some start with the background and work their way forward, sometimes they start in the middle working their way out. I start on the focus of the painting, doing the generalities of the subject. Add more details as I go, working my outward slowly. For the real intricate details I wait until the end, like the sparkle in the eye, the shine of the light off lip gloss, a slight shadow on the cheek, highlights in the hair. I kind of start with a base, building up as I go." Tara shrugs as she continues to work, talking at the same time.
"I think I drive my art teacher crazy. He said he wasn't going to mess with the way I did things, because he didn't want to screw me up. He just makes suggestions, comments to maybe make me think about things, so I will try something different." Tara looks over her first pass of the painting, glancing up occasionally to the photograph. Adding a slightly heavier layer of paint around the woman's chin, before turning and dropping the paintbrush in the cleaner. Taking one of her old towels, she methodically cleans the rest of her supplies. "I think this is good for today. Give the paint a chance to semi-dry before I work on it anymore." Tara smiles as she pulls the paintbrushes out of the cleaning solution, making sure to get all the paint off before laying them out to finish drying.
"You're going to need to take another shower." Buffy comments smiling at Tara and the streaks of paint across her face and through her hair. Not even thinking about the paint on the woman's hands, as she had wanted a little different texture in areas and had used a fingertip or knuckle for the desired effect.
"You should see me when I'm doing one of my wilder pieces." Tara grins at Buffy.
"Can't wait." Buffy wiggles her eyebrows smirking.
"Time for me to baste the turkey." Joyce grins, leaving Buffy and Tara alone.
"So, do you need help getting the paint washed away from those hard to reach areas?" Buffy questions quietly as she watches Tara ease closer to her.
Tara shifts her body between Buffy's legs and wraps her arms around her waist, looking intently into the hazel eyes. "Can I paint you?" Tara questions seriously.
"You mean on a canvas or as in, paint me?" Buffy smirks as she wraps her arms around Tara.
"Canvas. Body paints will have to wait till we're a little more, well acquainted." Tara blushes biting her full bottom lip. "Of course, that will definitely have to happen in the future."
"I am so there." Buffy whispers leaning in and kissing Tara softly. Brushing her lips briefly over Tara's she pulls back. "And, if you really want to paint me for real, I'm not going to say no."
"Good, I kind of have an idea for your mother, a Christmas present, but I'll need to do it on the sly, so no painting it here. But, I can make a few sketches with ideas and see if you like." Tara softly runs her thumb down Buffy's cheek. "I need to shower."
"You're planning on giving her a painting of me for Christmas?" Buffy questions, keeping her arms looped around Tara's neck.
"Actually of you, and her." Tara smiles as Buffy leans in kissing her again. "This isn't getting me clean."
"I'll help." Buffy offers again, kissing Tara repeatedly with just gentle brushes of the lips against each other, nothing deeper. "I would dearly love to spend all day just kissing, hugging and exploring you. Making love to your body, but not making love. Does that make any sense?"
"Yes, but I don't think it can happen that way." Tara runs a hand through Buffy's hair. "Sooner or later, the desire will build up past the point of no return, and we would either have to make love, or jump into an ice cold lake and freeze our body parts till the desire leaves us." Tara grins lopsidedly at the slayer before leaning in and kissing her firmly, before pulling away to whisper. "But when we do make love, you can definitely spend all day making love to me. You just have to remember, that I'll be returning the favor."
"Oh, please don't say things like that." Buffy whimpers quietly, leaning her head against Tara's shoulder. "It wouldn't take much and I would definitely let you have your way with me." Buffy rubs her cheek gently against the woman's shoulder.
Tara nibbles her lip, quietly contemplating the slayers words. "You're just waiting on me to be ready, aren't you, sweetie? You're more than ready now to make love." Hugging Buffy tightly to her, Tara places a kiss on her head.
"Only when you're ready. Not before." Buffy states running her hands down Tara's back to grasp her waist gently, fingers clenching and unclenching. "Mom's water bill will be hell, but maybe it will be counteracted with the electricity going down, because I'll be using cold water." Buffy chuckles quietly.
"I love you, sweetie." Tara murmurs as she leans back from Buffy and kisses her gently at first, slowly, deepening the kiss. Pressing her hand against the slayer's cheek, as she tilts her head just the slightest bit more for a better fit, Tara flicks her tongue out playfully against Buffy's, the two playing tag, first in one mouth then the other woman's mouth, before Tara sucks on the tip of Buffy's tongue, hearing her groan.
Buffy grunts quietly as Tara finally breaks the kiss, breathing heavily. "Xander, if you keep watching us, I'm going to literally kick your ass to the eastern seaboard." Buffy growls out dropping her forehead on Tara's shoulder.
Tara stiffens and blushes deeply as she turns her head to see a guilty looking Xander blushing and shuffling his feet awkwardly. Chuckling quietly at the obviously busted young man, she relaxes and hugs Buffy a little firmer. "Love you. I need to shower off some of the paint." Tara kisses Buffy briefly as she lifts her head back up.
Buffy smiles softly as Tara walks into the kitchen. Slowly turning her gaze to Xander, she raises an eyebrow at her best friend. "Get your fill of girl on girl kissage for the day?"
"No." Xander looks up smirking. "I think I can watch that all day long and never get enough."
Buffy hops off the crate shaking her head. "Be careful, Xander. You really don't want to piss me off for real." Buffy smirks before hugging him. "Come on in."
"Hey, is that Tara's work?" Xander points at the painting.
"Yeah, she just started it this morning." Buffy smiles proudly. "She's extremely talented. We have a painting inside that she gave to mom yesterday. If you want to come in, you can check it out. She's going to frame it for mom."
"You gonna close up the garage or leave the door open for now?" Xander questions as they start to walk towards the door to the kitchen.
Buffy stops confused for a moment, wondering if she should shut the door. "Can you stay here for a moment?" At Xander's nod she quickly runs in the house and up the stairs. Knocking on the bathroom door, she calls out. "Tara?"
"Wait a second." Tara calls back, wrapping the towel around her as she opens the door. "What is it, sweetie?"
Buffy stops and grins at the sight of Tara in a very short towel. Tongue easing out to lick her lips at Tara's silky legs.
Tara chuckles and snaps her fingers in front of her girlfriend's eyes. "You wanted something?"
"Oh, I'd say that is a resounding yes." Buffy growls easing into the bathroom and shutting the door behind her. Reaching up she wraps her hand in Tara's hair and kisses her deeply, running her other hand down to stroke Tara's thigh.
Tara moans quietly into the slayer's mouth, stroking a hand down the slayer's strong neck. As Buffy's hand inches up and around to cup her ass, Tara growls and breaks the kiss. "Goddess, Buffy!" Tara pants heavily, easing her body away from the slayer. "If we keep this up, we're going to end up going at it on the bathroom floor." Tara growls and pushes back into the slayer, so her backs against the door attacking her lips almost roughly.
Buffy grunts out in pleasure, sliding both hands around Tara, dislodging her towel. Running her hands up and down the witch's side, Buffy kisses Tara back, battling against her strongly. Reaching up, she strokes her thumbs against the side of Tara's breasts, making the witch arch into her strongly. "Fuck!" Buffy exclaims quietly as Tara releases her mouth. Nipping down the woman's neck, she licks down across the top of her chest before finally capturing one nipple between her lips and sucking firmly.
"Buffy…" Tara whimpers out, pulling Buffy's head in even closer to her body, as Buffy strokes firmly over her other breast. Realizing she's been rocking her body against Buffy's, Tara pushes in even harder against the thigh that's wedged between her legs.
Buffy finally releases the nipple she has been lovingly torturing, to kiss back up and suck strongly on the mark she had previously placed on Tara's pulse point. Finally releasing the soft skin, Buffy wraps both arms around Tara to pull her in tight against her body, effectively stopping the witch's rocking motion. "Not like this." Buffy whispers out, trying to get control of her rampaging hormones.
"Not like this." Tara whimpers, biting her lip as she feels the desire coursing through her veins. "But not much longer. I promise."
"Take all the time you need. I won't push, no matter what." Buffy places a soft kiss on the skin she'd re-marked.
"Did you come up here for this, or was there a reason?" Tara murmurs as she slowly eases back from Buffy, blushing at her nakedness. Looking down, she grasps the towel to quickly wrap it around her body.
"You didn't have to do that." Buffy frowns as Tara covers her delicious body. "Of course, looking at all that soft, pale, warm skin, it does kind of distract me." Buffy admits.
Tara giggles and shakes her head. "Concentrate, sweetie. Reason for coming up here?"
"Oh, yeah. There was one." Buffy nods her head looking down at the firm legs. "You realize you have surprisingly strong legs. I think I might spend some time tonight getting better acquainted with them." Buffy quietly murmurs.
"Buffy." Tara growls out quietly. "Reason?"
"Oh, ummm." Buffy shakes her head, looking up into laughing blue eyes. "You distract me, what can I say?" Buffy grumbles before smiling. "Do you want me to close the garage door, or leave it open?"
"You can close it. It'll be fine." Tara smiles softly.
"Okay. I guess I'll go down there and let Xander out of the garage now." Buffy reaches behind her fumbling for the door handle.
"You left him out in the garage?" Tara laughs quietly. "That's mean, sweetie."
"Well, I was planning on just asking you the question and running back downstairs, but I kind of got waylaid." Buffy waves a hand towards Tara's scantily clad body. "But, I better head down. It serves him right, anyway." Buffy grins before easing out of the bathroom.
Tara laughs as Buffy shuts the door. Dropping the towel she turns on the water, easing into the shower shaking her head at Buffy.
"Sorry, Xander." Buffy grins as she enters the garage.
"Yeah, yeah. You don't look real sorry." Xander grumps looking over Buffy's slightly rumpled clothes and messed up hair. "You actually look like you've been making out instead." Xander starts laughing as Buffy looks down at her clothes and blushes. "Might want to straighten your clothes and run a brush through your hair."
"Yeah, I'll take the suggestion under advisement." Buffy grumbles walking over to the garage door, pulling it down and locking it. "Let's head in before I decide to smack you around a little, out of general purposes."
Xander's eyes widen and he quickly runs into the kitchen, hoping Joyce can run interference for him.
Buffy chuckles as Xander runs away before stopping and looking at Tara's painting. "Definitely would be a good Christmas present for Mom." Buffy nods as she thinks about Tara painting herself and her mother, before following Xander into the house.
"My dear, that was an absolutely wonderful dinner." Giles smiles at Joyce as he places his napkin on his plate.
"Thank you, Rupert." Joyce smiles before looking at Buffy, who is sitting as close as possible to Tara without being in the woman's lap. Shaking her head she glances over at Xander who, in his defense, was trying not to stare at the two girls, but not having much luck. Chuckling quietly, she looks at what foods left. "Does anyone want a piece of pie or would you rather wait?"
"I think I'll have a little bit more turkey and this casserole thing here." Xander eyes the sweet potato casserole. "Whatever that is, it's great."
Buffy narrows her gaze on the little bit of casserole that's left, snatching it away from Xander before he gets a chance to grab it. "Mine." She growls quietly.
"I would say your casserole was a hit." Joyce chuckles at the giggling witch.
"It appears so." Tara smiles softly at her girlfriend. "Sweetie, I can make more tomorrow after we go to the store and get more yams."
"Come on, Buffy." Xander whines. "You can have a whole batch to yourself tomorrow. Can't I have what's left? Oh, by the way, wonderful casserole Tara, I didn't know you made it." Xander smiles at Tara.
"Thank you." Tara bites her lip, feeling self conscious.
Buffy grudgingly gives the rest of the casserole to Xander. "More tomorrow, right?" Buffy double-checks with Tara, and as Tara nods, she smiles.
Giles smirks and glances at Joyce. "I think I might wait a while, let the food settle."
"Would you like a cup of tea?" Joyce offers instead.
"That would be lovely." Giles nods.
"I'll clean up the table and put the water on." Buffy stands, gathering up the empty containers and dirty dishes.
"I'll help. We'll do the dishes, Joyce." Tara gathers the left over dishes that Buffy wasn't able to grab and follows her into the kitchen.
Giles' eyes follow the two women into the kitchen. Glancing back at Joyce, he raises an eyebrow. "How are those two doing?"
Joyce rolls her eyes before smirking. "They're getting along great, even if they do have a tendency to take three times longer to do stuff than necessary."
"I heard that, mother." Buffy growls out from the kitchen.
"I know you did, dear. Would you rather have me say you're always making out with Tara, instead?" Joyce grins and winks at Giles, laughing quietly as he blushes and looks down. "At least someone's making out around here."
"Mom!" Buffy whines quietly, and the rest of the group snickers as they here Tara laughing at Buffy.
"Mister Giles, what tea would you like?" Tara comes to the doorway smiling at the watcher.
"The water ready?" He questions standing. At her nod, he follows her into the kitchen.
Xander quietly finishes his dinner, watching the interaction between Joyce and Giles with a wondering look. Shrugging his shoulder at the possibility, he smirks at the thought Buffy would probably freak, especially after the band candy incident. Chuckling quietly to himself, he grabs up his dirty dishes to take to the kitchen as Giles comes back.
"You two need another pair of hands?" Xander questions as Tara washes the dishes and Buffy's dries.
Buffy glances at the young man with a raised eyebrow. "Is that a for real offer, or were you hoping to catch us making out?"
Xander stops and thinks for a moment. "Maybe a little bit of both?" He grins at the two women, backing up slightly at Buffy's narrowed gaze, but laughing at Tara's huge grin. "Buffy, lighten up. Tara seems to be okay with it."
Buffy looks over at her grinning girlfriend and shakes her head. "I wonder about you sometimes."
"Good." Tara's lip quirks up and her eyes twinkle mischievously. Leaning in she presses a quick kiss against Buffy's lips. "You can put away the dishes if you want to, Xander."
"Okay." Xander grins gathering the dishes and quickly putting them away. "You want company on patrol tonight?" Xander questions looking at Buffy.
"Probably not going to bother." Buffy shrugs her shoulder. "I need to talk it over with Giles, but considering the lack of killable demons…" Buffy trails off smirking.
"Well, if you hadn't been all horny slayer and went out killing all of them Sunday night." Tara bites her lip to keep from laughing.
"TARA!" Buffy yells out, blushing. "I can't believe you're picking on me like this."
Tara laughs and leans in to whisper quietly in Buffy's ear. "I'll make it up to you later, sweetie. Promise."
"Really?' Buffy whispers back. "Exactly how are you planning on making it up to me?"
Tara leans back, grinning wickedly, before finishing washing the dishes.
Buffy considers her grinning mate. "I don't know if I like that grin, or not." Buffy mutters quietly.
Xander shakes his head at the two women as he finishes putting away the dried dishes. "I guess I'll go out and see what the older crowd is doing, if there isn't going to be any more smoochie action." Xander whines before leaving the kitchen.
Tara giggles as she rinses the last pan, placing it in the drainer. Leaning back against the counter, she watches Buffy dry the pan and put it away. As Buffy drapes the towel over the counter, Tara hooks a finger in the slayer's front jeans pocket and tugs her over in front of her. Placing her hands on Buffy's waist, she tilts her head, silently considering the slayer.
Buffy moves in front of Tara as urged and hooks her arms up over her shoulders, looking up the short distance into serious blue eyes. "What is it?" Buffy questions softly.
"Just thinking." Tara reaches up running her hand through Buffy's hair. Cupping the side of Buffy's face, Tara closes the distance separating them and kisses Buffy softly. "I love you." Tara whispers pulling Buffy in to hug her gently, tilting her head against Buffy's.
"I love you, too." Buffy smiles before tucking her face into the crook of Tara's neck, placing a soft kiss on the warm skin. "What are we going to get up to tomorrow while mom is at work?" Buffy questions in between delicate kisses.
"I don't know if you want to…" Tara trails off sighing quietly. "Have you gone by the hospital lately?" Tara questions softly.
"No." Buffy feels a streak of guilt course through her at not having visited Faith. "Would you, maybe, want to go tomorrow?" Buffy hesitantly questions.
"I think I would like that." Tara nods her head. "Maybe I can get up early, paint some more first thing in the morning. Then get cleaned up to visit Faith. We can stop on the way back here to get more ingredients for another casserole, if you really want it. I mean, I doubt you were just doing it to irritate Xander, or anything." Tara smirks.
Buffy giggles rubbing her cheek against Tara's shoulder. "I would NEVER do anything like that. But it was definitely very good. Can you maybe make it occasionally for Sunday dinners?"
"Whenever you want, sweetie." Tara smiles. "Let's go see what the rest of the group is up to. I'm surprised Xander hasn't tried to sneak in here to catch us making out."
"We haven't been making out…at least, not much." Buffy pouts as she pulls back, looking at her girlfriend's lovely blue eyes. "I'm actually feeling a bit deprived."
Tara smiles and runs her finger over the slayer's pouty lip. "Want to make out?" Tara questions laughing quietly as she gets a definitive nod from Buffy. "In the kitchen?"
Buffy furrows her brows, thinking about it for long moments while capturing the finger playing over her lip and sucking gently. Flicking her tongue over the tip, she finally releases the digit and nods her head. "In the kitchen, the garage, the living room, the bathroom, the bedroom…Wait a minute! We've already made out in all those places." Buffy chuckles as Tara blushes lightly. "We can always sneak down to the basement and make out down there?" Buffy wiggles her eyebrows.
"We've also got closets to make out in." Tara suggests, laughing quietly as the calculating look comes into Buffy's eyes.
"Attic, too." Buffy raises an eyebrow and nods her head knowingly. "I'm sure we can come up with all kinds of new places. We haven't even discussed visiting the Magic Box yet. All kinds of nooks and crannies to hide away in."
Tara nods her head biting her lip, her blue eyes twinkling merrily. "And that's not even starting to consider the fact that we can make out on tables, counters, dressers…"
Buffy continues. "Washing machine, dryer, coffee table." Buffy tilts her head considering the possibilities. "Then, if we want to consider the dorm - the whole dorm…"
Tara busts out laughing at Buffy. "Can you see it? People coming in and out and we're making out in the common room?"
"I'm up for it." Buffy grins at her laughing girlfriend. "Come on, let's see what the rest of the crew are up to."
Tara leans in and kisses Buffy firmly before pulling back smiling. "Let's go make Xander nuts."
"Now we're talking." Buffy smirks.