Tara smiles softly as she watches Buffy sleep. Placing a gentle kiss on her lover's cheek, Tara shifts her body out of the bed.
"No…" Buffy frowns in her sleep, reaching for the witch.
"Shhh. Sleep, sweetie. I'm just going to paint. You rest." Tara murmurs quietly, stroking a hand over her lover's cheek, smiling as Buffy whimpers quietly in her sleep, shifting to her side. As the soft snores start up, Tara walks over to the dresser, quickly pulling on her underwear before sliding the paint splattered clothes on. Glancing once more at her lover, Tara smiles before easing out the bedroom door, gently shutting it behind her. Quickly taking care of her necessities, she quietly sneaks down the stairs, walking into the kitchen.
Joyce glances up, chuckling as Tara blushes as she walks into the kitchen. "I could ask if you had a good night, but…"
"Oh, Goddess!" Tara mutters, turning an even darker shade of red. "I'm g-going to paint." Tara hurries to the garage door, opening it and slipping out of the kitchen.
Joyce laughs quietly. Quickly making a second cup of coffee, she walks out to the garage, watching as Tara quickly opens the garage door. "Here." Joyce hands Tara the coffee. "So where is my daughter?"
"Sleeping." Tara murmurs into her coffee cup, still blushing. Kicking herself mentally for putting her hair back into a ponytail.
"Wore her out, huh?" Joyce smirks as the young woman blushes more. "I'm taking it the dry spell is over?"
"Ummm." Tara whimpers shaking her head. "Not completely."
Joyce raises an eyebrow looking at Tara. Watching her for a few minutes trying to decipher what Tara's not saying.
Tara glances up, seeing the confused look on the woman's face, she giggles. "Ummm, no sheets to hang from the window, just yet?" Tara ingeniously states, laughing quietly as the dawning comprehension comes across Joyce's face.
"And on that note, I think it's time for a subject change." Joyce laughs, watching as Tara sets her coffee cup down, gathering her paint supplies, mixing and preparing her paints on her palette. "Do you want some more coffee?"
Tara glances up shaking her head. "It'll just get cold. Once I start painting, I have a tendency to forget about drinking, eating or much of anything else." Tara quirks her lip.
Joyce glances down at her watch, sighing quietly. "I would love to stay here, watching you paint. But I need to head into work. I got a small shipment in Wednesday that I need to display today."
"Do you need any help?" Tara questions, tilting her head.
"No, thank you." Joyce smiles at the kind-hearted woman. "I just need to take my cup in, grab my things and head out. There's bagels in the kitchen, if you don't feel like cooking later." Joyce offers as she heads back into the house.
"Thank you, Joyce." Tara smiles after the woman before turning back to the painting, grasping a paint brush, quickly stroking across the canvas, becoming engrossed in her painting.
Buffy rubs her face against her pillow, smiling as she slowly regains consciousness. Reaching out with a hand, she pats around the bed. As it dawns on her that she's in bed alone, she pouts. Rolling over onto her back, she stretches, moaning quietly as she inhales. The lingering scent of sex, invading her senses. "Where are you?" Buffy questions the empty room, opening her senses, grinning hugely as she figures out from the sounds that Tara's obviously painting down in the garage.
Hopping out of the bed, Buffy yanks on her shirt and pants from the previous night, making a quick detour to the bathroom before flying down the stairs and out to the garage, skidding to a halt at the sight of Tara painting quickly, streaks of color on her cheek, forehead and chin.
Tara finishes painting the section she's on, before glancing up, making eye contact with Buffy. "Sleep well, sweetie?"
Buffy swallows hard as Tara's voice seems to wrap itself through her whole body. "Slept very well." Buffy admits, slowly walking towards Tara. "But my morning was a little…lacking?" Buffy smiles as she reaches Tara, leaning in to kiss her softly.
"Lacking?" Tara questions after Buffy pulls away from the kiss.
"Lacking, as in lacking a very sexy, voluptuous witch beside me." Buffy explains, reaching up to tuck a loose hair behind Tara's ear. "Good morning." Buffy murmurs before leaning back in for a deeper, longer kiss.
Tara groans quietly, wanting to wrap her arms around Buffy, the paint brush and palette keeping her from what she wants. Softly battling Buffy's tongue for a few short moments, Tara whimpers as Buffy pulls back, grinning.
"I'm going to get some coffee, do you want something?" Buffy offers, slowly backing towards the door separating the kitchen and garage.
"Please." Tara nods her head smiling. "Oh, wait a minute." Tara turns getting ready to set down her supplies, when Buffy quickly walks over, grasping her coffee cup. Glancing up, Tara smiles in thanks at her lover. "Thank you, sweetie."
"You're welcome." Buffy's eyes twinkle happily as she quickly walks back to the kitchen, pouring the coffee into two mugs, heating them up in the microwave before adding sugar and cream. Quietly walking back out the garage, she sets the coffee down a short distance from Tara before hopping up on the crate she had sat on the day before, silently watching Tara as she sips her coffee, surprised at how much her lover has already done this morning on the painting.
"What are you thinking?" Tara questions softly as she switches paint brushes, choosing a smaller, more delicate brush.
It takes a moment for Buffy to realize Tara asked her a question. "Actually, I'm not thinking too terribly much. Just enjoying the view." Buffy grins before a completely wicked smirks takes its place. "Of course, I was enjoying the fragrance even more." Buffy wiggles her eyebrows at Tara.
Tara rolls her eyes. "I didn't think there was much use in taking a shower when I would just need another one after painting." Taking a sip of her coffee, before turning back to the painting.
"Are you going to finish it this weekend?" Buffy looks from the painting to Tara.
"Most of it, probably." Tara admits, working on the shading. "I have the delicate shading to finish, along with small details."
"Like eyes?" Buffy smirks, finishing her coffee.
"Yes, smarty." Tara chuckles. "What time is it?" Tara questions working on the cheekbones.
"It was around 10:00 when I came out here." Buffy admits looking down at her empty coffee cup.
"Let me finish this, then I'll get cleaned up." Tara smiles as she continues with her delicate brush strokes.
"What do you want to eat?" Buffy questions, hopping off the crate.
"Whatever you do. Your mom said something about having bagels." Tara's eyes slowly caress over Buffy's body. "You aren't wearing underwear again, are you?" Tara questions hoarsely as her eyes make contact with Buffy's eyes.
Buffy raises an eyebrow as a knowing grin crosses her face. "Want to come inside to find out?" Buffy eases open the door, standing in the doorway.
Tara's eyes darken with desire, as she silently contemplates the slayer. Dropping her paintbrush in the cleaning solution while grasping a rag to wipe off the excess paint on her palette, cleaning it quickly without even watching what she's doing, Tara sets it down. Slowly walking towards Buffy, a sly smile crosses her face.
Buffy's eyes widen as she watches Tara smile. As Tara invades her personal space, Buffy whimpers as a warm hand works it's way under her shirt, fingers walking up her stomach to softly stroke over her breast.
"No bra." Tara murmurs, urging Buffy back into the kitchen. Sliding her hand around the slayer's body, caressing firmly over her back, Tara presses her body strongly into Buffy's. Stroking downwards, Tara slides her hand under her lover's waist band, groaning as she runs her fingers over a warm, muscular butt cheek. Lightly digging her fingers into the slayer's flesh, Tara feels her desire flowing strongly through her body. "No panties." Tara takes a deep breath, getting control of her emotions, before slowly stepping back.
Buffy fights the urge to grab Tara, pulling her back into her body. "You're teasing again."
"Not teasing." Tara shakes her head. "Putting on hold for a little while." Tara smiles crookedly at the slayer. "Let me finish cleaning my supplies and shut the garage door. I'll be in, in a few minutes."
"Want help?" Buffy questions softly, watching Tara quickly walk towards her supplies.
"No, thank you. I have it under control." Tara smiles at Buffy before she glances down to properly clean her brushes and palette.
"Butter, cream cheese, jelly, jam?" Buffy questions watching Tara.
"Strawberry jam if you have it." Tara glances up smiling.
"We do." Buffy considers Tara for a few minutes before slowly walking towards the woman. Wrapping a hand gently in the blonde locks, Buffy kisses Tara, starting off with teasing nips on the full, pouty lips to strong flicks of her tongue over those full lips before taking advantage of the invitation of delving further, battling strongly with Tara's tongue, before having to break the kiss to breathe.
"Buffy!" Tara cries out as Buffy's other hand strokes strongly up her side, cupping her breast firmly. Panting heavily, Tara buries her head in Buffy's neck.
Easing her body in close to Tara's, Buffy wraps both arms around her waist. "Just so you know, I love you completely. I also want to make love to you. I won't push for this. I just seriously hope it won't be much longer, because I really, really want to love all of you."
Tara whimpers quietly, before nibbling on the skin by her mouth. "What if I were to say take me upstairs…" Tara starts to question, before yelling Buffy's name as she's scooped up in strong arms.
"Yes!" Buffy yells running into the house, carrying Tara tucked firmly against her.
Tara laughs before tapping Buffy on the shoulder. "Sweetie?"
"Don't you dare say no!" Buffy growls, quickly running up the stairs, heading towards the bedroom.
"No, not saying no. However, I need to get the paint off my body." Tara squeals as Buffy plops her down in the middle of the bed before quickly stripping her own clothes off.
"After. You'll just need another shower when I'm done with you." Buffy growls, her eyes glowing a bright orange as she climbs up on the bed, straddling the witch. Quickly reaching down, Buffy urges Tara up so she can pull her shirt off. Reaching around, Buffy quickly undoes Tara's bra, groaning deeply as the full breasts come into view.
"Goddess, Buffy!" Tara calls out, as Buffy leans down strongly sucking on her breast. Clasping Buffy's head in her hands, Tara pulls her in even tighter against her.
Nipping gently around the nipple, Buffy takes a moment to glance up into deep violet hued eyes. "I need a clear, concise answer to this question, okay?" As Tara nods her head, swallowing hard, Buffy smiles softly. "May I make love to you?"
Tara smiles, before answering Buffy. "Yes."
As a huge grins crosses Buffy's face, she quickly captures the witch's lips in a passionate, loving kiss. "God, it seems like I've been waiting for this for forever." Buffy admits, starting to shake as she runs tender hands over Tara's face.
"You don't have to wait any longer." Tara whispers, stroking her hands over Buffy's strong back. "Make me yours, my slayer."
Buffy closes her eyes, whimpering quietly. "Say it again, please."
"Which part?" Tara questions quietly, running her hands around to the front of the slayer, cupping both breasts in her hands.
"Call me yours." Buffy reaches up, pushing Tara's hands more firmly into her breasts.
"You're my slayer." Tara watches the love cross Buffy's face. "Please, sweetie."
"Yes, I'm yours." Buffy shifts her body, gently easing the witch's pants and panties down her silky legs. "And I am SO going to make you mine." Buffy growls before shifting to balance her body over Tara's, letting it brush softly against her lover's.
Arching up, forcing more contact between their bodies, Tara reaches around Buffy, urging her to bring her body down against hers.
"You sure?" Buffy questions, watching as Tara nods her head in answer. Slowly pressing her body down into Tara's, Buffy moans as their bodies come into firmer contact.
Tara eases her legs apart, arching up into the slayer's body. "Buffy, make love to me."
"Your wish, is my command." Buffy whispers, kissing Tara lovingly, before placing firm, kisses down the witch's neck, spending a long moment sucking on her pulse point, smiling as the witch cries out in pleasure. Slowly working her way down Tara's body, she pushes her stomach into the witch's apex while alternating loving kisses to teasing nips all over Tara's breasts, her hands brushing against Tara's sides as she works her way down Tara's ribs and abdomen.
Tara arches up as Buffy flicks her tongue playfully around her belly button. Pushing her body against Buffy, Tara whimpers as she feels a hand easing over her lower abdomen.
Buffy bites her lip as she shifts further down Tara's body, her hand finally reaching Tara's apex, brushing softly over the neatly trimmed mound. "My turn." Buffy starts making contact with desire-filled violet eyes. "Am I allowed to try this?" Buffy questions softly, blowing a warm breath of air over her lover's flushed nether regions.
"Please." Tara whimpers out, arching her body as the warm air blows across her.
"You are so beautiful." Buffy murmurs, stroking a shaking hand down her lover's swollen lips. Leaning in, Buffy tentatively places kisses over Tara's mound, slowly working her way over the swollen lips. Smiling softly as Tara moans, her body squirming under her loving touches, Buffy slowly reaches up with both hands, separating Tara's lips before leaning in, her lips and tongue learning her lover's body, this most intimate area. Purring rumbling through her body, she starts with soft, short strokes over her lover.
"BUFFY!" Tara cries out as she feels a strong tongue stroke teasingly over her body.
Smiling, Buffy nuzzles in, finally narrowing in around her lover's clit, stroking softly around the swelling muscle, not coming into contact with it yet. Stroking back down with her tongue, she purrs louder as she feels Tara's leg hooking around her body, a heel burying itself in her lower back. Feeling her lover starting to shake with desire, Buffy gives up on teasing her. Slowly, yet strongly, Buffy strokes her tongue from the bottom of her lover's slit, delving quickly inside her lover as she traverses her way up to drag the length of her tongue over Tara's swollen clit before capturing it between her lips to suck softly, purring strongly into her lover's body.
Tara arches up, her eyes opening wide while she grasps Buffy's head, her body quivering, the pleasure coursing through her strongly, Tara whimpers at the strong purring sensation vibrating into her, as a tongue flicks once, twice… "BUFFFFFYYYYYYYYYYYY!" Tara screams loudly, shoving her body into Buffy's mouth as she climaxes.
Buffy's whole body rumbles in pleasure as Tara explodes. Quickly swallowing all the juices she can capture, Buffy laps at her lover, while she feels Tara's body shaking uncontrollably. Placing one more gentle kiss over the hard, quivering flesh, Buffy slides two of her fingers to her lover's entrance, as she eases her body up, placing gentle kisses along the way before she leans down, looking into her lover's dazed eyes. "I love you." Buffy whispers before kissing Tara softly, sliding her fingers gently into her. Stopping at the barrier inside her lover's body, Buffy breaks the kiss to lean her forehead against Tara's. "Don't want to hurt you." Buffy whimpers.
"Goddess, Buffy!" Tara pants out, shifting her body a short distance away from Buffy's hesitant fingers. Wrapping her arms strongly around her lover, Tara shifts her face so she can bite gently on Buffy's shoulder as she rocks her body strongly into Buffy's fingers.
Buffy whimpers as Tara forces herself onto her fingers. Feeling her lover's hymen give way, Buffy's body shakes in commiseration. Being careful not to move her fingers, Buffy presses her body gently into Tara's, keeping her from rocking so that her body can become used to this new intrusion.
Placing gentle kisses along Tara's cheek, Buffy waits for a few long moments, smiling as Tara's unconscious clenching from the pain, finally starts to ease. "Love you." Buffy murmurs into Tara's ear as she eases her fingers back a short distance before sliding gently back in. Sighing in relief, Buffy eases her fingers completely out of her lover. "I'll give you time to get over the soreness." Buffy whispers, running her hand up Tara's body, caressing her lover softly. Shifting her body to lay beside Tara's still slightly shaking body, Buffy places gentle kisses along her cheek before working her way down the pale column of her throat, sucking strongly on her mark. Finally breaking away, Buffy smiles into her lover's eyes.
"Are you okay?" Buffy questions, searching her lover's eyes.
"Oh, yes." Tara nods her head, smiling softly.
"Let me run you a bath." Buffy quickly rolls off the bed running out of the room before Tara can say anything.
Shaking her head, while giggling quietly, Tara rolls on her side, watching for Buffy. As Buffy comes striding back in the room, Tara's eyelids droop to half mast as she looks at her lover. "Sweetie?" Tara sing songs Buffy's name, desire heavily lacing the tones.
Buffy's eyes light up at the look on Tara's face. Quickly striding to the side of the bed, Buffy drops to her knees, her head even with Tara's. "What thoughts are floating around that brilliant mind of yours?" Buffy questions hoarsely.
"Want you." Tara murmurs before leaning in, capturing Buffy's mouth in a strong battle for dominance.
Finally easing away from Tara's dominant kiss, Buffy growls deeply. "Want to stay in bed all day?" Buffy grins wickedly, before the grin slowly disappears from her face. "We can't." Buffy finally whispers, looking sadly at Tara. "Need to go by the Magic Box and visit Faith." Buffy admits, watching as the desire in Tara's eyes slowly disperses. Buffy smiles apologetically at the witch as she stands, gathering the witch up in her arms, Buffy nuzzles her face in her lover's neck, nipping playfully.
Tara giggles, wrapping her arms around Buffy's neck. "You know this is very, very strange."
"What is?" Buffy questions before licking strongly over Tara's neck as she carries the witch into the bathroom.
"You picking me up like I weigh nothing, carrying me around. Just looking at you, people would think you're a 98 pound weakling." Tara chuckles as she feels fingers pinching her butt gently.
"Sorry, but try a 105 pound weakling." Buffy grumbles good naturedly as she sets Tara on her feet. "Check the water, make sure I didn't make it too hot." Buffy smiles as she walks out to get towels and wash cloths.
Tara shakes her head, smiling at Buffy before groaning at the slight twinge of pain coming from between her legs. Sighing quietly, she trails her fingers through the water. "It's perfect, sweetie." Tara smiles as Buffy hands her a wash cloth.
"Then climb in. I'm going to go downstairs and close up the garage." Buffy rolls her eyes, before chuckling. "Should have probably done that before attacking you."
"I'm not complaining." Tara's eyes glint with humor. "As a matter of fact, you can do that to me anytime you want."
Buffy laughs watching as Tara slowly eases down into the hot water. "I'll be back in a few minutes."
"Take your time, sweetie." Tara groans quietly as she submerges her body in the hot water, reaching out to turn the water off. Watching as Buffy grins before leaving the bathroom. "I hope you're going to put some clothes on first!"
"I am!" Buffy yells in answer to the non-question, chuckling loudly.