Tara quirks her eyebrow as Buffy punches the vampire in the face for about the twentieth time. “Honey, I think he’s unconscious.”
“He poked a hole in my shirt.” Buffy growls, slamming her fist into the vampires face again before finally staking him. “Damn.” Buffy looks down at the small hole over her left breast where the vampire’s sharp fingernail had caught the cloth.
“It’s barely noticeable, Buffy.” Tara tries to placate the slayer as she trails her fingers over the hole.
“I know, but I like looking nice for you when we go out.” Buffy admits, pouting slightly.
“Hmm. Then we probably shouldn’t combine patrolling with going out.” Tara admits, grinning crookedly at her lover. “Either that or do a patrol, then come back home to change and go out.”
“But going out to dinner would get screwed up, if we do that.” Buffy points out, unconsciously leaning into Tara making the Wiccan’s hand press against her chest.
“It does make it a little hard to have a normal dating life.” Tara agrees, fighting the smirk wanting to cross her face as she lets her hand caress over Buffy’s breast.
Buffy leans in and captures Tara's bottom lip between her teeth and nips gently on the flesh. “Normal dating life? Our dating life pretty much consists of patrolling and the occasional dinner or movie. Of course, we’re not exactly in the dating capital of the US or anything.”
Tara clasps Buffy’s hand in hers as they make their way back to the Jeep sitting at the entrance to the cemetery. “I’m not high maintenance, honey. Just being with you makes me happy.”
“I know. I just wish that I could take you away for a week to somewhere nice where we don’t have to think about anything but making love, eating, making love, sleeping, making love, relaxing by the pool, making love…” Buffy grins as Tara laughs.
“I am hearing a little repetition in there.” Tara smacks Buffy gently on the butt as her lover climbs in the Jeep.
“You think?” Buffy pretends to act confused as she watches Tara walk around the Jeep and climb in beside her.
Tara snorts softly before starting the Jeep and putting it into drive as they work their way towards the next cemetery, knowing if Buffy feels or notices anything out of the ordinary she’ll let her know to stop the Jeep. “And here I always thought it was guys that had a one-track mind…”
“HEY! It isn’t one-track. I think about food and sleeping occasionally, also!” Buffy pouts glancing at Tara, chuckling at the huge grin on her face. “Keep going, I don’t feel anything, and no one’s been buried here recently.” Buffy looks around to do a visual check as they slowly drive by the cemetery.
“I figure you would have mentioned it if you had, but have you run into Spike again?” Tara questions curiously, as she thinks about the vampire and in turn her ex, Willow. Having seen the woman across the quad a week ago, but the redhead had practically snarled at her before spinning around and jogging off in the opposite direction. Having told Buffy about the streak of fear she’d felt shooting through her at the sight, thankful for the necklace to protect her from Willow’s magic.
“No. I thought I caught a glimpse of him ahead of me earlier this week, but if it was him, he disappeared.” Buffy admits pursing her lip slightly.
“I want you to be extra careful, honey.” Tara reaches over and grasps Buffy’s hand, threading their fingers together and stroking her thumb over the back of the soft flesh. “I’m also going to visit the Magic Box and get the ingredients to do a protection charm for you against Willow’s magic, also.”
“Do you think I’ll need it?” Buffy blinks in surprise, it not having occurred to her that Willow might try and do a spell on her.
“I don’t know.” Tara admits sadly. “I’d rather be safe than sorry at this stage of the game. I just wish I would have thought of it before now.”
“Easy, Tara. Thankfully nothing’s happened, and we’ll do what we have to, to keep anything from happening.” Buffy strokes a finger gently down Tara’s cheek.
Tara tilts her head towards the caress as she slows down as they come to another cemetery.
“Pull over.” Buffy growls softly as she feels a vampire. “Damn demons are cutting into our dancing time.”
Tara chuckles as Buffy hops out of the Jeep and strides into the cemetery. Looking around to make sure there’s nothing else around, she watches as her lover obviously talks to herself as her hands fly around her head. Hooking her arm over the headrest, Tara smiles as Buffy stops talking to herself and crosses her arms over chest staring down at the grave. “Uh, oh. He’s going to be gone in short order.” Tara nibbles on her bottom lip as the vampire finally climbs his way out of the grave and her lover literally grabs him around the neck and flips him over, slamming him hard into the ground before she kneels slamming the stake home and dusting him.
Buffy brushes off her skirt as she stands. She looks around the cemetery, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end, as she has that feeling that someone is watching her. Not seeing anything, she shakes it off and strides back towards the Jeep, a slow smile crossing her face at the sight of Tara watching her. The sensuous smile on her lover’s lips having her re-think them going out dancing, wondering if she might be able to talk Tara into some private dancing instead.
“You are extremely sexy when you’re irritated.” Tara grins crookedly at Buffy, groaning deeply when Buffy leans in and kisses her hungrily.
“And you’re extremely sexy all the time.” Buffy growls after releasing Tara’s lips, smirking at the blush that comes across Tara’s face. “You are, Tara.”
“I’ll accept that I am to you.” Tara strokes her knuckles down Buffy’s cheek. “Patrol. If not, we’ll be trying out the Jeep and see how it works for a serious bout of hot and heavy’s.”
“The back seat folds down…” Buffy’s eyes light up as her eyes dart to the back.
“Feel like a little carpet burn, slayer?” Tara growls playfully.
“For you? Anytime.” Buffy laughs at Tara’s sparkling eyes. “Better put this thing in drive, before I drag you in the back. You know it won’t take much with me.”
“Oooh, you sweet talker you. Knock me over the head with your big stick and drag me by my hair back to your cave…” Tara nips on Buffy’s bottom lip.
Buffy growls softly as Tara turns and puts the vehicle in gear. “Did you ever hear about my becoming the ‘Cave Slayer’?” When Tara darts a surprised look at her, Buffy starts to laugh. “Oh, yes. It really happened, something about some kind of spell on the beer I drank that kind of de-evolved me. I did have a stick and I did knock one particular person out. But I didn’t drag him back to my place…”
Tara starts to laugh. “Is there anything that hasn’t happened to you guys?”
“Hmm… You know, that’s a good question. I’m sure there are some things that haven’t happened, but I’m not going to think about it, because if I do, it’ll happen.” Buffy smiles as Tara laughs delightedly.
“Well, how about you tell me about the whole cave slayer thing tonight, and maybe in the future we can play a little cave slayer and the Wiccan?” Tara wiggles her eyebrows as she looks at Buffy.
Buffy grunts softly at the thought.
“Then again, it might not be that different than the nights you come home from some serious slayage…” Tara busts out laughing at the loud grunt she gets in response to that comment. “Yep. That’s about what you sound like… Grunt… want… grunt… mine… grunt… sex… grunt… slurp, slurp…”
“Stop picking on me!” Buffy laughs, gently poking Tara in the arm. “I haven’t heard you complain.”
“And you won’t.” Tara laughs with her lover as she slows down at the last cemetery, watching the smile cross her lover’s face.
Buffy concentrates while searching the area with her eyes. “Nothing, go ahead.”
“Do you really want to go dancing, honey?” Tara questions softly as she drives slowly through town, giving Buffy the chance to see if there are any demons that she needs to take care of.
“Would you be upset if I said no?” Buffy whispers as she looks back at Tara.
“Goddess! No, honey. I’d be happy just to spend all our time at home. As long as I’m with you that makes me happy.” Tara reaches over and grasps Buffy’s hand, squeezing it gently.
Buffy lifts Tara’s hand and presses a firm kiss on the back of the soft skin. “I feel guilty that we don’t spend a lot of time doing couple-y things, Tara. Going out to eat, the movies, putt-putt, dancing… I feel like I’m short-changing you because of my calling. We can’t really have a normal life, and it bugs me because you deserve more.”
Tara groans quietly as she quickly pulls over to the curb and puts the Jeep in park somewhat awkwardly with her left hand. Unhooking her seat belt, she turns to face Buffy, cupping the slayer’s cheek in her free hand as her lover keeps a tight grip on her other hand. “I’m completely happy with you and our life together. Short of having happily ever after with you for the next thousand or so years, I don’t think it could be any better.” Tara tries not to think about the fact that she would also like to not have the whole angst with Willow and Spike, but there isn’t a lot she can do about that.
Buffy searches Tara’s eyes, the love and happiness obvious in the blue depths looking back at her. “You really don’t mind not having all the extras?”
“I don’t, honey. I really, truly don’t. I’m a simple girl that likes simple things.” Tara grins crookedly at her lover.
Buffy snorts softly. “Simple? You’re anything but simple, and the things you like to do can get downright complicated.”
“Me?” Tara laughs at the glimmer in Buffy’s eyes. “Who tried to get me into a pretzel shape while doing all kinds of extremely wicked, naughty things to me?”
“Wicked naughty things that you enjoyed completely.” Buffy wiggles her eyebrows. “As a matter of fact, I haven’t found anything that you haven’t enjoyed…”
“You complaining, slayer?” Tara growls playfully, leaning in to nip firmly on Buffy’s bottom lip.
“Hell no! I’m just going to keep trying different things to see if I can find something.” Buffy mumbles against Tara’s lips before kissing her lover deeply.
Tara laughs into the kiss, laughing even harder as Buffy growls and captures her tongue, sucking on it.
Finally releasing Tara’s tongue, Buffy taps her lover on the forehead. “Not supposed to be funny. I’m curious as to whether or not there’s anything you don’t like.”
“Well, if you find something I don’t like, you realize we have to do it at least two more times to make sure I really don’t like it. You know, it might grow on me.” Tara smirks as she slowly slides her hand up Buffy’s leg. “Tell me something… are you wearing any underwear, Buffy?”
Buffy groans as Tara’s hand slips further up her thigh, slowly shifting to slide between her legs. “What do you think?”
“I think you would go without just to tease me, is what I think.” Tara leans closer to Buffy nuzzling at her neck as she lets her hand slide further towards Buffy’s center, the heat coming off her lover making her pant. “Are you wet?”
“Soaked.” Buffy shifts down in the seat, effectively pressing Tara’s hand against her soaked outer lips while spreading her legs and scooting the skirt further up for better maneuverability.
“Goddess…” Tara groans, burying her face in the crook of Buffy’s neck as she trails her fingers firmly up and down Buffy’s slit. “Please tell me there’s no one around.” Tara growls as she bites firmly on her lover’s neck even as she slips two fingers easily inside her.
“Ohhh…” Buffy arches, pressing her head back against the seat while lifting her hips as Tara’s fingers bury themselves in her. Panting softly at first, slowly breathing faster as Tara starts a fast paced rhythm in her body while her thumb starts to tease over her clit, Buffy tries to remember what the comment or question was that Tara had asked.
“Goddess, you feel so good.” Tara moans as she releases the flesh she’d been nibbling and sucking on as she works her way up the strong column of Buffy’s throat. “So hot and wet, your body wrapped around my fingers is addictive… almost as addictive as when I have my tongue buried inside you and you try to pull it even deeper inside your body as your velvety walls pulse and clench around it, your desire and cum coating my lips, tongue and throat as you climax, drenching me…” Tara growls deeply as Buffy cries out loudly with her release.
Reaching down to keep Tara’s fingers buried inside her, as her body continues to clench rapidly on the digits, Buffy whimpers continuously deep in her throat after she screamed out Tara’s name with her climax.
“I bet you would love for me to stay inside you to stroke and tease you for hours on end, wouldn’t you?” Tara nips playfully on Buffy’s earlobe, chuckling and trailing her tongue up the outer shell of her lover’s ear as Buffy’s head nods in answer. “But it’s soooo difficult to do certain naughty things to you in the Jeep. It would be so much easier to do at home, especially since we have so many little play toys to work with at home.”
“Little?” Buffy squeaks out the word, finally getting her breathing somewhat under control, though knowing if Tara keeps talking like this, she’d say fuck it and toss the witch in the back and attack her until the sun rose. Jumping uncontrollably as Tara presses and rubs hard over her clit, causing her to have another orgasm with Tara laughing huskily in her ear.
“I’m taking you home slayer, to have my wicked Wiccan way with you.” Tara slowly pulls her hand away and turns back facing forward, slowly running her tongue over her hand to gather the juices coating it as she replaces the seatbelt with her other hand and puts the vehicle in gear.
Buffy whimpers softly, her hand sneaking down to cup her throbbing sex, groaning at the heat and wetness she finds, knowing Tara’s probably going to make her steam clean the seat tomorrow, but knowing it’ll be worth having to steam clean the whole interior of the Jeep along with washing and waxing the outside of it for whatever her lover has planned for her once they get home.
***
“Sooo…” Spike drawls out the word as he shakes loose a cigarette and sticks it in his mouth, lighting it to look back at Red… though he’s thinking about calling her veiny, if she wouldn’t dust him in some extremely painful way. “Your mojo don’t work on Glenda, I can’t hurt neither one of ‘em with this bloody chip in my head, how are you plannin’ on us getting’ them back in our control?”
Willow snarls, her eyes watching the Jeep pull away from the curb, having used a cloaking spell for her and Spike to keep from being seen or felt. Releasing the spell after the vehicle turns the corner she turns to stare at the vampire.
Spike fights the shiver wanting to work through him at the black, dead eyes staring at him. “This is your call, Red. I can only gather the occasional demon to fight the slayer, and you know she’ll rip right through ‘em. I can’t gather enough of a fightin’ force to get her subdued, she’ll make mince meat of ‘em. She has the two times I’ve done it.” Spike explains, watching Willow intently.
Willow furrows her brows as she thinks, having not done any spells on Buffy or tried to do any spells on the slayer, knowing that Tara would feel the spell around her and would probably work on reversing the spell. She couldn’t chance it until she and Spike had made a decision as to exactly what they were going to do. The two having more or less decided it would be best to take both women at the same time, but with him being crippled by the chip and her magic not working against Tara, it was making it impossible. “Hold still.” Willow places her hands on either side of Spike’s head, closing her eyes she concentrates as she searches within the vampire’s brain. Finding the chip and seeing all the little tendrils leading from it to the different areas of Spike’s brain to cause him major, even crippling pain. Knowing a well placed surge of energy would fry the chip in seconds and make it useless. Releasing her grip on the vampire’s head, she steps back. “I have some thinking to do.”
Spike frowns as he watches Willow stride away, wondering what that was about, before smirking at the thought that maybe, just maybe, Willow was finally ready to get her hands dirty.
