Story: Pool Time (chapter 1)

Authors: kinetic-kid

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Chapter 1

[Author's notes: This is part of a series... There will be more to come if people like! Thank you!!
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Pooltime
By
Kinetic-Kid



Rating: NC-17 (As is the Norm)

Disclaimer: Definitely no money being made. All characters belong to Joss Whedon and ME. I own nothing except whatever characters I may make up for this story.

Distribution: Oh yeah, anywhere, anytime. Just make sure I get credit and let me know where it is.

Spoilers: What is left to be spoiled? If you haven’t seen BTVS – you need to crawl out from whatever rock you’ve been hiding!! SNORT

Feedback:
Please. Please. PLEASE. I live for feedback. I get irritable and upset if I don’t get any and I might not continue writing. Of course, if you don’t like the story and think it sucks you may not want me to continue!

Pairing: B/T

Summary: How innocent exercise can lead to something more…

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Buffy smirks as she works her way over to the college building that housed the pools and other equipment. Having been working at the college for two weeks now as a custodian, she finally got to do something besides pick up the trash and clean the bathrooms.

Twirling the keys around on her finger, she hesitates as she hears a light splash, swearing that her boss said that the pool area was usually cleared out and locked down tight by this time on Friday night, so they’d have a chance to clean the area.

Checking the door, Buffy grabs the right key and unlocks the door, letting it latch behind her as she walks in, looking over the area intently. Seeing someone stroking strongly and smoothly through the water, Buffy listens and looks over the rest of the area, not hearing or seeing anything else. Pursing her lips, she considers what she should do. Continuing around to the other doors, she double-checks them, frowning as she finds that they are all locked like they should be. Turning back to the form swimming in the water, Buffy places her hands on her hips and tilts her head. “So, how did you get in here?” Buffy whispers softly.

Deciding to go ahead and start cleaning the area, since the person in the pool obviously wasn’t bothering anything at this time, Buffy works quickly and efficiently, working her way from the shower area out to the pool area, turning to look at the person who finally seems to be slowing down on their strokes. Walking over to the edge of the pool, Buffy raises an eyebrow as she considers the woman as the obviously fit, lightly muscular body comes closer. ‘Okay, now I’m checking out strange women swimming. I have sooo got to get laid.’ Buffy mentally chastises herself after feeling a twinge of desire course through her at the woman almost to the edge of the pool.

Tara finishes her last lap, letting her body relax as she slows down, making her way to the edge of the pool, dipping her head back in the water to slick all her hair away from her face as she opens her eyes, blinking in surprise at a pair of hazel eyes a couple feet from her, glinting with mischief.

“Do you make it a habit of breaking into areas that no one’s supposed to be in?” Buffy questions, her eyebrow rising as Tara blushes lightly. “At least it makes a little more sense now. I was trying to figure out how someone got in here, with all the doors locked.”

Tara laughs quietly and wiggles her fingers. Tilting her head, she looks inquiringly at the slayer. “I know how I got in here, but how about you? You aren’t chasing some demon or anything, are you?” Tara questions looking around.

“Nah.” Buffy shakes her head, smirking as she pulls the large ring of keys out and jingles them in front of Tara. “I am now officially working for the college as a ‘Janitorial Custodian’.”

“That’s wonderful, sweetie.” Tara grins crookedly at the slayer, accepting Buffy’s hand as she helps her out of the pool. “Definitely has to be better than working at the DMP.”

Buffy swallows hard as Tara’s glistening body comes to rest in front of her. Unable to tear her eyes away from the water trailing down the luscious… ‘Luscious? When did Tara start to look like this?’ Buffy wonders for a moment, before she continues her perusal of the firm, lightly muscular body. Unconsciously, Buffy reaches out and trails a finger across Tara’s abdomen, tracing the lightly defined muscles. Jerking her eyes up when she hears the rough inhale of breath coming from Tara. Yanking her hand away, Buffy blushes darkly and shakes her head. “Sorry.”

Tara stares in stunned surprise as she watches the slayer seem to literally drink her form in, when she sees the curiousness turn into arousal as a finger lightly caresses over her stomach, the arousal, more than anything, makes her inhale roughly. Watching as Buffy blushes and apologizes as she starts to turn away, Tara reaches out and grasps the slayer’s arm, stopping her.

“I, uh, kinda need to get to cleaning.” Buffy mutters almost incoherently as she eases her arm away from Tara’s grasp.

Tara watches intently as the slayer walks over to the mop bucket in the corner of the room. Reaching for her towel, Tara slowly dries her body as she considers the slayer. Once the surprise and shock that the slayer had obviously been checking her out wears off, Tara considers the woman. Tilting her head, a small smile crossing her face, Tara watches as Buffy works on mopping the floor. When Buffy glances surreptitiously at her for the fourth time, Tara rolls her eyes and tries not to laugh. Wrapping the towel around her hips, Tara walks over to Buffy as her mind settles on a plan of action.

Buffy bites her lip as she watches Tara come towards her. Dropping her head back down, she starts swiping the mop over the floor quicker. When she feels the Wicca come to a stop directly behind her, Buffy whimpers quietly as warm hands rest on her shoulders for a second before following down her arms to her hands. “Sweet, Jesus!” Buffy moans loudly as Tara’s body presses along her back, feeling the dampness from the Wicca’s top soaking her shirt, and the obviously hard nipples pressing into her.

Tara urges Buffy to drop the mop handle as she wraps her arms around the slayer. “Since when have you started checking women out, Buffy?” Tara questions softly into the slayer’s ear, as she strokes her fingers over the slayer’s hands.

“I don’t…” Buffy growls quietly and drops her chin down on her chest, not wanting to lie to the Wicca. “A while.” Buffy finally admits.

“Hmmm.” Tara rubs her chin over the slayer’s tense shoulder, continuing her fingers caressing motions over the slayer’s hands and arms. “How long have you been checking me out?”

“Do I have to answer that?” Buffy finally questions after a few minutes, not wanting to admit to the Wicca that ever since she’d broken down in her lap, she’d had some decidedly carnal thoughts working through her mind about the Wicca. Her own curiosity working to the forefront, especially after feeling the warm, kind hands soothingly stroking over her head and back.

“No, you don’t.” Tara hugs Buffy tightly for a few minutes, thinking silently. “Did you know that Willow and Amy are dating?” Tara questions softly, knowing that when she’d run into the two women, Willow had been nervous and started babbling, actually making her laugh at the sight of the woman that she remembered finally being back. When she‘d calmly told Willow she was honestly happy for her, Willow had been shocked and surprised. She had been happy for the redhead, it also made her consider her options a little more closely, knowing she felt something more than friendship for the small slayer, but not knowing what to do about it.

“Yeah, I kinda found out last week.” Buffy admits, surprise in her voice at Tara’s matter of fact question. “I didn’t know you knew.”

“Hmmm. I’ve known for a little over two months, now.” Tara grins as Buffy jerks slightly in her arms.

“They’ve been dating for that long?” Buffy frowns heavily, as she shifts around to look at Tara. “You’re awfully calm about this.”

Tara shrugs as she looks in Buffy’s eyes. “I don’t love Willow, anymore, Buffy. After everything that happened, I couldn’t forgive her and she knew it. She’s moved on with her life, as have I.”

“I… I thought you two would probably get back together.” Buffy finally admits, as she looks down, surprised that Tara kept her arms wrapped around her.

“I guess that would be a natural assumption, if nobody had spoken with you.” Tara purses her lips as she considers the slightly shorter woman. “I haven’t seen you in a while. How are things with you?”

Buffy shrugs, biting her lip. “Well, I’m working here, obviously. Lot better pay and a lot less smelly.” Buffy jokes, finally lifting her eyes to look at Tara’s softly smiling countenance. Seeing the silent question in Tara’s eyes, Buffy sighs quietly. “I’ve been avoiding him as best as I can for the last few months. He’s tried forcing my hand a few times, but I haven’t given in.”

Tara raises her hand to stroke softly over the slayer’s cheek bone. “How are you feeling, now, sweetie? I swear I actually see some happiness in your eyes now.” Tara explains softly.

Buffy closes her eyes and slowly nods her head. “I’m feeling a little better. I still have my moments, but I find myself smiling a little more and laughing at different things.” Buffy explains softly as she slowly opens her eyes.

“You’re getting there, sweetie.” Tara smiles softly at the slayer. “I’m so happy for you. Is there anything I can do to possibly help you?”

Buffy blushes lightly and looks down again, her eyes unconsciously landing on the Wicca’s breasts. Groaning quietly, Buffy rolls her eyes. “I don’t think so.” Buffy tries to ease back away from the Wicca, surprised when Tara’s arms tense, keeping her from escaping.

“That didn’t sound too terribly positive.” Tara raises an eyebrow as she looks at Buffy, seeing the slightly scared look crossing the hazel eyes she’s looking into. “What are you afraid of, Buffy?” Tara finally questions quietly, her hands starting to stroke firmly up and down the slayer’s back, watching as the desire starts to darken the slayer’s eyes. “Are you afraid of feeling? Or are you afraid of being with a woman? Or is it me that scares you?”

Buffy’s eyes widen and she shakes her head vehemently. “Tara, you are like the least scariest person in the world.”

Tara tilts her head considering the slayer. Deciding on being blunt, Tara questions the slayer softly. “What if I said that I would really, really like to kiss you right now?”

Buffy stops breathing as she stares at Tara in surprise. “Why?” Buffy finally asks, not knowing why the Wicca would ever entertain the thought of kissing her.

“Why do I want to kiss you?” Tara questions, blinking in surprise as Buffy nods her head quickly in answer. “Well, I’ll ignore the obvious reasons for now.” Tara chuckles quietly at the confusion showing in Buffy’s eyes. “I care for you deeply, Buffy. Whether you realize it or not, you hold a portion of my heart. But there is no way I’ll ever do anything you don’t want.”

Buffy stares intently at the Wicca, searching the blue eyes. Seeing nothing but the truth shining from the blue eyes, along with caring, Buffy whimpers quietly, dropping her eyes to the Wicca’s mouth. “You’re Willow’s ex.” Buffy finally breathes out softly.

“Ex is the keyword in that sentence, sweetie.” Tara murmurs as she runs her hands gently over the slayer’s back.

“But isn’t there something inherently wrong with wanting to be with a friends ex?” Buffy questions seriously, her eyes showing her turmoil. “My God! I would love to kiss you, date you, hell spend all my time with you. But you’re Willow’s ex, and I’ve been fucking Spike!” Buffy grabs her head and pulls at her hair as she finally spins around and away from Tara, striding back and forth. “How in the hell could you even consider kissing me, after I’d been with him? With a soulless dead vampire?”

Tara watches as Buffy strides back and forth in front of her, finally realizing what the real problem is, is that Buffy can’t understand why anyone could love her. Because, ultimately, the slayer doesn’t love herself anymore. Rubbing a hand over her forehead as she tries to think of what to say, Tara finally takes a deep breath and closes the distance between them to stop right in front of Buffy, making the slayer stop so she wouldn’t run into her. Reaching up and clasping the slayer’s face in her two hands, Tara looks deeply into the slayer’s eyes. “You needed something that none of us could understand or help you with. I’m not saying what happened was right, but you didn’t know what you needed and he took advantage of the situation. You went through hell when you came back, and I know you still have a hard time being here. You couldn’t come to us, because we were the ones that fucked you over, by bringing you back after you finally received what you so richly deserved. Whether you believe it or not, Buffy, you deserve to be loved.”

Buffy swallows as she looks into intense blue eyes, listening to Tara, knowing that the Wicca is telling her like she sees it, but having a hard time believing that after the things that she’s done that she deserves to be loved. “Tara…” Buffy whimpers softly, the tears coming to her eyes. “Please…”

Tara sees the longing in Buffy’s eyes, not just to be kissed but to be loved and to be connected with the land of the living again. “Goddess, I hope this is what you want.” Tara murmurs softly as she closes the distance between their lips, kissing Buffy softly and gently, brushing her lips repeatedly over the slayer’s, pressing more firmly when she feels Buffy’s arms wrap around her neck, pulling her in for a deeper longer kiss. Groaning as she feels Buffy’s mouth open under her lips and the slayer’s tongue come out to stroke tentatively over her lips. Eagerly opening her mouth, Tara sucks the inquisitive tongue into her mouth before releasing it to battle softly and enticingly against Buffy.

Growling quietly as Tara shifts her lips to kiss along her cheek and jaw, pressing her lips firmly along the flesh before capturing her earlobe between her teeth to bite gently, Buffy pulls the Wicca’s body hard into hers. Her fingers stroking over the warm, damp flesh of Tara’s waist, Buffy quickly releases the tuck on the side of the towel, letting it drop at their feet. Pressing her body firmly against Tara‘s, almost wanting to crawl inside the Wicca, Buffy is unaware of their gradual movement as the two women shift.

Tara inhales lightly as she feels Buffy’s eager fingers sliding under her bikini bottoms to stroke over the beginning swells of her butt. Nipping her way lightly down the slayer’s neck, Tara’s hands start to pull the slayer’s shirt from her waist band, her nails scraping gently along the sides of the slayer as she pulls the shirt up, smirking as she feels Buffy shift slightly and help her finish yanking the shirt out of the way. “Goddess!” Tara groans as she sees the slayer’s pert breasts for the first time, her hands reaching up to caress over the flesh, her thumbs stroking back and forth eagerly.

“Tara…” Buffy growls her own hands reaching for the straps of the bikini top, wanting to see the Wicca.

“Take it off.” Tara encourages as she starts to pinch and twist the slayer’s nipples gently at first, more firmly as Buffy moans loudly in pleasure. As the slayer presses her body into her, Tara takes another unconscious step back, before her eyes open wide as she feels the edge of the pool. “Oh, SHIT!”

Buffy grabs for the Wicca, realizing too late what was happening, and follows her into the pool, the two of them sputtering as they come to the surface. Buffy’s thankful the water isn’t cold, looking in astonishment as Tara starts to laugh. “Tara?”

Tara smirks and finishes untying her top, tossing it to the edge of the pool as she swims towards the slayer who’s treading water looking at her as if she’s insane. Taking a deep breath, Tara submerges under the water and quickly unties the slayer’s shoes, yanking them off quickly before popping up beside the slayer, tossing them on the edge of the pool.

“What are you doing?” Buffy questions hoarsely, seeing a glint in the Wicca’s eyes that she can’t ever remember seeing before.

Tara wiggles her eyebrows, grinning wickedly at the slayer before she slowly drops beneath the water again, her hands trailing down the slayer’s body, as she starts to unbutton and unzip the Dockers Buffy was wearing that made up the rest of her uniform, pushing them with a little bit of problem down the slayer’s kicking legs as Buffy tries to stay above the water.

Buffy’s eyes becoming huge as she feels teeth nipping at her thigh as Tara works her way back up her body with her pants and socks. Watching as Tara tosses the pants and socks over to the edge of the pool with the other items, Buffy’s mouth opens and closes a couple times in surprise.

Tara quirks an eyebrow at Buffy before she eases her bikini bottoms down and off, tossing them on the growing pile, leaving Buffy the only one with any clothes on. Closing the distance between them, Tara slides her body up and down Buffy’s a couple inches before capturing the slayer’s lips in a heated, carnal kiss while running her hands down the slayer’s firm back to cup the slayer’s ass in her hands, her fingers playing with the tiny strip of cloth that runs down between the slayer’s butt cheeks.

Groaning loudly at the pleasure shooting through her at the feel of Tara’s hard nipples being dragged up and down her body, Buffy wraps her legs around Tara’s waist as she feels the Wicca’s lower body press firmly into hers. “What are you doing to me?” Buffy moans as Tara licks firmly down her neck before nipping on her pulse point.

“Making love to you, if you want me to.” Tara murmurs as she eases a slight distance away from the slayer, looking at the slayer questioningly. “Do you want me to stop?”

Buffy watches as a slight hint of doubt crosses Tara’s face. “I don’t want you to stop.” Buffy shakes her head, treading water. “Are you sure…” Buffy trails off as Tara places a finger against her lips.

“I’m positive, Buffy.” Tara whispers as she kicks her legs, her hands at the slayer’s waist as she pushes Buffy back against the side of the pool, beside one of the ladders. “There’s something for you to hold on to.” Tara’s eyes start to twinkle.

Buffy’s eyes open wide in surprise as she watches Tara submerge under the water and nip at one of her breasts. Reaching for the ladder, Buffy keeps her own head from submerging in surprise as she stops treading water as Tara’s warm mouth engulfs her breast to suckle on the flesh for a few long moments, the Wicca’s hands sliding her g-string down her body before she slowly emerged from the water. “Here?” Buffy squeaks, looking at the pool.

Tara wiggles her eyebrows as she shifts Buffy more in front of the ladder. “Hold on with both arms, honey.” Tara urges, watching as Buffy wraps both her arms through the top of the ladder even as she stares at her in confusion. Tara pulls the slayer‘s body up so it‘s floating with it‘s natural buoyancy at the top of the water. Gently pushing the slayer‘s legs apart, Tara works her way up the strong muscular legs, placing kisses and nips along the flesh while watching as the desire quickly comes to the fore on Buffy‘s face again, quickly replacing her confusion and surprise. As she finally works her way up to Buffy‘s inner thighs, Tara‘s smiling as Buffy‘s eyes are closed and her heads tilted back on the top step of the ladder, moaning quietly. Hooking her feet in the ladder so she doesn‘t have to try to stay afloat, Tara runs her hands over the slayer‘s ass, using the water to lift Buffy up a little further, presenting the slayer‘s bald mound to her, surprised when Buffy spreads her legs even further for her, Tara looks up at the slayer.

“Be careful.” Buffy hoarsely whispers, the desire making her voice deep and rough.

“Always.” Tara answers softly as she presses soft kisses along the slayer’s outer lips for a few minutes, smiling as she hears Buffy’s groans turn into impatient growls as the slayer tries to press her body more firmly against her mouth. “Impatient?” Tara chuckles as Buffy growls louder at her. “You can have your wish this time, but you’re mine at some date not too distant in the future, Buffy.” Tara explains quickly before delving quickly between the slayer’s lips, stroking her tongue up over the slit, growling her self at the watered down version of the slayer’s desire. Swearing that next time there definitely wouldn’t be chlorine getting in the way, before wrapping her lips around the slayer’s pulsing clit, sucking strongly with each pulse.

“Sweet, God!” Buffy cries out loudly, her voice echoing in the empty room as Tara’s tongue starts to flick and drag alternately over her aching clit, even as Tara’s fingers stroke over her body, one playing around her center’s opening before pressing in firmly.

Groaning at the heat and velvety feeling of the slayer, Tara quickly presses a second finger into the woman, starting a steady, firm stroke while picking up her tongues flickering motion as she feels the slayer’s clit start to quiver and swell even more under her ministrations. As Buffy’s clit start to spasm continuously, Tara presses her fingers up into the slayer’s wall, curling them to firmly stroke over her sweet spot while sucking strongly on the hard swollen nub, groaning loudly as she feels the slayer clamp down on her fingers even as she feels the warm flood of liquid escaping from the slayer. Trying to capture some of the liquid, Tara growls in frustration, silently swearing that before this weekend is done, she’s going to get the unadulterated full taste of the slayer in her mouth.

Buffy whimpers loudly, her hips bucking as the orgasm flows through her body, surprised at how quickly Tara’s able to bring her to climax. Seeing white sparks floating in her eyes with the release, it takes Buffy a moment to realize that Tara had worked her way up her body and was pressing her warm lips to her upper chest and neck while pressing her body firmly against her. Slowly opening her eyes, she looks into happy blue eyes. Unwrapping one of her arms from the ladder, Buffy wraps it around Tara’s neck, while hooking her legs around Tara’s waist. Leaning in, Buffy kisses Tara hungrily, slightly surprised at tasting herself on the Wicca’s lips, but enjoying it immensely. Panting heavily as she finally leans back from Tara’s lips, Buffy admits quietly. “That was a first for me.”

“Being made love to in a swimming pool?” Tara questions, her voice deeper than normal with desire.

“Well, that, too.” Buffy grins at Tara, her eyes watching as Tara’s brows furrow in confusion. “No one’s ever kissed me so intimately.” Buffy admits softly, blushing lightly as Tara’s eyebrows rise in surprise, the confusion clearing from her eyes.

“Fucking idiotic assholes.” Tara growls angrily. “What the hell are men good for, except procreation?”

“Taking out the trash.” Buffy offers, grinning as Tara stares at her in surprise, before laughing heartily with the Wicca.

“Fixing things around the house occasionally, too?” Tara offers, her eyes twinkling merrily at the slayer.

“Okay, that’s another thing.” Buffy’s laughter quiets down as she watches Tara. “Thank you.” Buffy states seriously.

“For this?” Tara strokes a hand over Buffy’s hip, frowning lightly.

“Well, that too. But more for laughter and love.” Buffy whispers softly, letting the Wicca know that she’d seen the caring and love in Tara’s eyes.

Tara places both feet on the bottom of the ladder, while grabbing onto the top of the ladder with her hands. “Hold on.” Tara urges softly, smiling as Buffy wraps her arms around her neck, and tightens her legs slightly. Climbing up the ladder, carrying the slayer with her, Tara works her way to the showers, holding Buffy tightly.

“When did you become so butch?” Buffy smiles as she hears the chuckle coming from Tara. Placing her head on Tara’s shoulder as the Wicca turns the shower on.

“You bring it out in me.” Tara explains as she waits for the water to heat up before she eases Buffy down on her feet, running her hands through the slayer’s hair, to let the water rinse some of the chlorine out of the slayer’s hair. “I didn’t bring shower gel with me. I was planning on heading back to my room afterwards.”

“I wasn’t exactly planning on taking a dive into the pool.” Buffy admits, chuckling quietly, groaning as Tara scrapes her fingernails gently over her scalp.

“Or being made love to in the pool.” Tara offers softly.

“No. Wasn’t planning on that, either.” Buffy agrees equally as soft. “What are we going to do?”

Tara hesitates for a moment, before slowly pulling her hands away, allowing Buffy to turn to face her. “I know what I would like to do, but what do you want to do?” Tara questions, a hint of self doubt and worry in her voice.

Buffy inhales deeply, closing her eyes as she considers everything. Feeling Tara emotionally pulling away, Buffy hugs her tightly. “I think I probably need to finish cleaning up this area, so I can go clock out for the night. Then, if someone is serious about us becoming an ‘us’, I would like to come visit her and get to know her a lot better.” Buffy offers softly, slowly pulling away to look into Tara’s eyes. “I care for you, Tara. I care for you a lot more than I ever realized I did. And I’d like the chance to explore this relationship to its fullest, if that’s what you want. I still don’t understand how you could be with me, with what I’ve done, but I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.”

“How could I not want to be with you?” Tara questions seriously. “And I would definitely look forward to you coming and spending time with me, whenever you can. I…” Tara hesitates, looking down for a few moments before reaching for the water and turning it off as she runs a hand through her hair, contemplating how much to divulge to the slayer. Deciding to go for broke Tara looks up at Buffy for a few minutes. “I do love you, Buffy. Definitely more than as a friend. And given the slightest encouragement, I could fall IN love with you.”

Buffy feels her knees weaken as she sees the love practically blazing from Tara’s eyes. “God! Consider yourself encouraged.” Buffy finally lets the tears fall that she’d unconsciously been holding in since she’d practically begged Tara to make love to her.

“Oh, my love.” Tara pulls the slayer in against her, holding the shaking body firmly against her. “I will do my damnedest not to ever disappoint you. I’ll never knowingly hurt you, Buffy. I want you to know that.”

“That’s not even a worry.” Buffy sniffs as she squeezes Tara gently. “Can I come over after I finish?”

“Always.” Tara smiles as Buffy eases back and wipes the tears from her face.

Eyes opening wide as she realizes that Tara had pleased her, but she hadn’t returned the favor, Buffy blushes darkly at her own insensitivity. “Ummm… I didn’t…”

“That’s okay, sweetie.” Tara shakes her head running her fingers gently over the slayer’s cheek. “When you’re ready.”

Buffy allows a small wicked grin to cross her face. “I’m more than ready right now, Tara. I just think that here soon they may send a search party out after me, since I would probably have been about done cleaning in here by now, if I’d actually cleaned.”

Tara chuckles at the wicked glint in Buffy’s eyes that matches the slayer’s grin. “Want help? Or if you tell me what you need to do in here, I’ll finish it while you head back. You can come back here afterwards.” Tara wiggles her eyebrows at the slayer. “You do know there’s Jacuzzis in the other room, right?”

Buffy whimpers quietly. “My turn later!” Buffy finally whispers, the desire obvious on her face and in her voice.

“I haven’t had my fill of you, Buffy.” Tara growls as she leans in to nip at Buffy’s ear. “But I’d say that I’d rather you keep this job. So head out, and I’ll finish mopping up the area, and gather whatever trash and stuff is here, is that good?”

“Yeah. I’ll finish up after I come back. But I would like to… try my hand when I get back.” Buffy blushes darkly.

Tara nods her agreement as she slowly walks out of the shower stalls, Buffy watching the swaying hips, and the muscles lightly playing beneath the surface of Tara’s skin. Tara leans down to pick up Buffy’s pants, chuckling at the wet cloth.

“Damn. Forgot about that.” Buffy frowns heavily as she looks at her soaked pants, socks and shoes. Not so worried about the soaked panties, as she could go without them.

“Don’t worry about it.” Tara closes her eyes and concentrates for a few moments before handing the dried pants to the slayer before grabbing the socks, then the shoes, repeating the procedure. “Coming back here?”

“Hopefully in more ways than one.” Buffy whispers softly, unaware of the fact that she said it out loud until she hears the laughter coming from Tara. “Oh, sweet… I said that out loud?”

“Yes, you did. And hopefully there will be plenty more before we leave here later.” Tara grins crookedly as she slowly pulls her bikini bottoms up her legs, her eyes twinkling as Buffy’s eyes follow the slide of the material.

Buffy feels another intense wave of desire course through her body, a strong urge to gather Tara up and carry her off to some deserted island to spend all their time making love until they collapse from exhaustion. Finally waking up hours later to talk and make love again. Shaking her head at the thought, Buffy quickly dresses, kneeling to tie her shoes before standing as Tara slowly ties her bikini top back into place, the blue eyes dark as they caress over her body. Growling softly, Buffy swoops in and kisses Tara hungrily, diving straight in to flick and suck on the Wicca’s lips and tongue, surprised as Tara yanks her body in firmly against hers, breasts crushing breasts, thighs pressing firmly against each other.

Breaking away, panting heavily, Tara looks intently at Buffy. “Hurry back.”

Buffy swallows hard, nodding her head firmly as her brain tries to catch up from where it had taken a vacation. “Back… hurry… ‘Kay.” Buffy mumbles as she stumbles away from Tara, heading towards the door.

Tara chuckles softly as Buffy bangs off the door as she leaves, smiling over her shoulder in embarrassment. Shaking her head at her lover, Tara gazes around, seeing where Buffy had gathered the trash and put it by the back door. Sliding her tennis shoes on, Tara works on finishing cleaning up the area before mopping and finishing the rest of the cleaning.

Buffy grins as she trots across the campus grounds, heading towards the office so she can clock out and head back to Tara and the pool quickly. Surprised at the way Tara took charge of their encounter, Buffy tilts her head as she clocks out, silently wondering if Tara has always been so forward and adventurous. Chuckling, Buffy shakes her head. “I’ll be able to talk and find out first hand.” Buffy murmurs to herself as she heads back towards the pool, frowning as she sees Willow off to the side. When Willow turns and waves, calling her name, Buffy whimpers quietly before working her way towards the redhead.

“Hey, Buffy. I thought maybe we could walk back home together.” Willow grins at the slayer as she bounces on the balls of her feet. “You are off work now, right?” Willow looks down at her watch before looking back up.

“Ummm. Yeah, I’m off.” Buffy shifts uncomfortably, wondering what to do. “I kinda made plans.” Buffy admits after a few minutes as Willow looks at her inquiringly.

“You made plans?” Willow frowns for a moment, before smiling. “You’ve got a date! Who is it? Do I know him? Come on, spill!” Willow bounces her shoulder off Buffy’s shoulder, grinning hugely.

Buffy’s eyes widen and she swallows hard, as she looks at Willow like a deer caught in headlights. “Ummm… Not so much a date.” Buffy shakes her head, blushing darkly as she shoves her hands in her pockets, not knowing what to say to the redhead. “And not a him.” Buffy mutters under her breath.

Willow’s brows draw together as she looks at Buffy, having barely caught the slayer’s last words. “Not a him?” She questions, her eyes widening in realization. “You’re seeing a her?”

Buffy pales and backs away from Willow a couple steps. “Yeah, it’s a her, a she, a woman…” Buffy pulls her hands out and waves them around in the air. “Damn it, Willow!! I don’t know what to tell you.” Buffy finally admits, running a hand roughly through her hair, looking down at the ground.

Willow blinks at the slayer’s uncharacteristic actions, trying to decipher what Buffy’s trying to say, without saying it. “Well, if I know who she is, you could just tell me.” Willow suggests the confusion obvious on her face. Watching as guilty looking hazel eyes slowly rise to look at her, Willow eases closer to the slayer. “Who is it, Buffy?”

Buffy swallows hard and stiffens her back as she looks Willow straight in the eye, before stating the name calmly and concisely. “Tara.”

Willow stares at Buffy, before laughing. “I could have sworn you said Tara.” Willow shakes her head at Buffy. “Funny, Buffy.”

Buffy frowns heavily and looks at Willow. “I did, Willow. I’m going to meet up with her, and hopefully have dinner tonight with her. See where my feelings for her leads.”

Willow feels a serious bolt of anger and hatred shoot through her at hearing the obvious caring in the slayer’s voice for her ex-lover. Wondering when the hell the two women had gotten to the point where they were seeing each other. “When the fuck did this happen?” Willow hisses easing closer to Buffy.

“What the hell do you mean, when did this happen?” Buffy crosses her arms over her chest as she stares down Willow. “We’ve been friends for years. Today, we admitted that we have feelings for each other, what business is it of yours? You two have been broken up for roughly six or seven months, Willow! You’ve moved on, so has Tara, so what’s the big deal?”

Willow backs away unconsciously from the anger being directed at her from her best friend as it slams home that Buffy has a point. She doesn’t have any say in whom either one of the women date, though the thought of them dating each other shoots a bolt of pain straight through her heart. Looking at Buffy for a few minutes, Willow shakes her head, backing up a couple more steps. “It isn’t any of my business.” Willow finally admits quietly. “I’ll talk at you later. Have a… good time.” Willow almost chokes on the words before she turns and strides quickly away, almost running.

Buffy drops her arms from her chest, watching as her best friend runs away, sighing heavily. Dropping her head, Buffy groans quietly. Looking to where Willow disappeared before turning her head towards where Tara is, Buffy presses the palms of her hands to her eyes as she feels a headache starting to come on. “Why me? Can I ever just be happy, without the other shit?” Buffy questions softly before she turns to slowly walk towards the pool area, and Tara.

Tara smiles as she hears the key in the door, finishing mopping the last of the concrete, her smile turning to a frown as she sees the obviously dejected slump of the slayer’s shoulders. “Buffy?” Tara questions softly, dropping the mop as she quickly strides towards the slayer. “What’s wrong, honey?”

Buffy opens her mouth and shuts it before shaking her head as she thinks about what to tell Tara. “I ran into Willow.” Buffy finally whispers, her eyes looking intently into Tara’s blue eyes. “She was wanting to walk back home together, since she knew I’d be finishing up now. I kinda told her that I was seeing you… and I guess I didn’t do a real good job of breaking it to her easy. She’s a little upset.” Buffy admits inhaling deeply and burying her face in Tara’s neck, grasping the Wicca tightly as Tara wraps her in her arms.

“It’s okay, sweetie. I wish I had been there, or been the one to tell her.” Tara rubs her hands strongly up and down Buffy’s back. “Should we head to your house, to talk with her?”

Buffy shakes her head and presses her lips firmly against Tara’s neck. “No. Let’s give her time to get her mind wrapped around it. I don’t want to hide us, Tara. I’m tired of hiding. I just want to have a normal life, as much as my being the slayer will allow.” Buffy admits softly.

Tara tilts her head against Buffy’s head, smiling softly. “Then, that’s what you’ll have, honey. I guess this means no Jacuzzi fun tonight, huh?”

Buffy chuckles sadly and shakes her head. “I’m sorry, Tara.”

“Shhh.” Tara leans back and places a finger over Buffy’s lips, shaking her head. “Nothing to be sorry for, honey. We have time to get up to all kinds of mischief. Double-check what I did, make sure I finished what needed to be done here, then we can go back to my room so I can get cleaned up and take you out somewhere to grab something to eat in celebration of your new job, okay?”

Buffy presses her lips against Tara’s fingers, her eyes starting to twinkle. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

Tara chuckles and places a firm kiss on Buffy’s lips. “I don’t know, but we’ll figure it out.” Tara pats the slayer on the butt as Buffy relaxes even more, letting some of the sadness and worry fade away. “Come on, slayer. I want to go get cleaned up and maybe go grab some Chinese.”

“I’d rather you grab some slayer.” Buffy mutters as she heads over to the mop and mop bucket, yelping as she feels two strong hands grab her ass firmly.

“Okay.” Tara growls before reaching down to nip on Buffy’s shoulder.

“God!” Buffy groans loudly as one of Tara’s hands leave her butt cheek to slide around to her front, coming up to clasp her breast, kneading it firmly. “Were you always like this?” Buffy wonders out loud, wrapping an arm up around her head to grasp Tara’s hair as the Wicca nips almost roughly across her neck and shoulder.

“Like what?” Tara questions, her voice deep and rough as she slides her other hand around the slayer, stroking over her stomach as she presses her body into Buffy’s back, continuing to nip and lick at the slayer’s skin, finally getting more of the slayer’s flavor than the chlorine taste.

“Soo…” Buffy groans deeply as Tara’s fingers wiggle beneath her waist band, stroking over her lower abdomen. “So take charge, so forceful, so grrrr… sexy?”

“Grrr, sexy?” Tara questions, the laughter obvious in her voice. “I wouldn’t say I’m sexy, cute maybe, but not sexy. As for forceful and take charge, that seems to be something that you bring out in me. I just have the urge to push you up against a wall and pleasure you for hours on end. Then drag your ass back to my room, throw you down on the bed and spend the rest of the night and all day tomorrow making love to every single bit of you.”

Buffy growls deeply as she shifts around, facing Tara, capturing the Wicca’s mouth in a deep, carnal kiss, taking charge as she runs her hands firmly over Tara’s body, untying her bikini top. Running her hands around to cup the flesh and run her weapon roughened fingers over the soft flesh before finally capturing the hard nipples between her thumbs and fingers, pinching and twisting gently. Finally breaking away to breathe and kiss her way down the lightly shaking Wicca’s body, Buffy finally wraps her lips around a hard nipple, sucking softly before scraping her teeth gently over the hard nub as Tara groans loudly. “My turn.” Buffy growls hungrily as she works her way over to Tara’s other breast, flicking the hard nipple with her tongue firmly.

“Goddess!” Tara cries out quietly, capturing the slayer’s head in her hands as she pulls Buffy even more firmly against her, urging her on as the desire courses through her body.

Buffy captures the nipple she’s been torturing between her teeth, gently biting it as she pulls up on the flesh, growling deep in her throat at the throaty moan escaping Tara at her actions. Releasing the flesh, Buffy wraps her arms firmly around Tara as the Wicca starts to shake more. Looking around the pool area, Buffy’s eyes light on a chair. Quickly picking Tara up and urging the Wicca to wrap her legs around her waist, Buffy strides over to the chair, groaning as Tara’s hot sex rubs against her, soaking through her shirt and coating her stomach. Setting Tara down on the ground, Buffy almost rips the Wicca’s bikini bottoms from her before urging Tara down on the chair, dropping quickly to her knees, Buffy stares for a moment at the absolutely beautiful woman sitting in front of her, the desire flushed skin, the kiss swollen lips, the desire covered apex…”God you are beautiful, Tara.” Buffy whispers, her hands reaching up to run up the Wicca’s firm thighs, gently urging Tara to scoot forward in the chair.

“Buffy…” Tara moans quietly as Buffy leans in and starts to kiss her inner thighs, slowly working her way towards her aching center. Widening her legs as far apart as possible in the chair, Tara buries one hand in Buffy’s hair, her nails scraping and clenching over the slayer’s scalp while she twists, pinches and punishes one of her own nipples as Buffy slowly makes her way up her body.

Buffy moans as she finally reaches high enough to where she gets her first taste of the Wicca, greedily licking up all the liquid on her inner thighs after getting her first taste of the rich, earthy, musky taste of the Wicca. Enjoying the flavor immensely, Buffy looks up the Wicca’s body as she hears Tara moaning loudly while shifting around in the chair. Whimpering at the sight of Tara’s rough treatment of her breast and nipple, Buffy shifts up to capture the other one in her mouth, biting it firmly, smiling around the flesh as Tara cries out loudly in pleasure.

“GODDESSS!!!” Tara jerks up as Buffy bites down on her other nipple before laving it with her tongue and slowly working her way back down her body, her hot breath blowing across her heated sex. Whimpering, Tara shifts her legs up, tossing them over each arm of the chair, opening herself even further to Buffy’s sight and explorations.

“Beautiful.” Buffy whimpers softly as Tara’s body opens to her gaze, seeing the swollen clit barely poking out from its hiding place to the desire literally oozing from the Wicca’s body. Inhaling deeply, Buffy closes her eyes at the wonderful smell of the aroused Wicca. “Mine.” Buffy growls hungrily as she finally dives between the Wicca’s legs, her tongue lapping, flicking and searching out the Wicca’s folds, learning Tara’s body while trying to gather every bit of liquid she can find.

“Buffy!” Tara whimpers and shifts as Buffy teases her, without coming into contact with her needy clit. Finally grasping the slayer’s head with both hands, she urges Buffy to where she needs the slayer’s mouth. “Please…” Tara begs quietly, her body jerking and trying to make the slayer come into contact with her clit.

Buffy growls deeply, continuing to tease Tara for a few more moments, before finally caving and capturing the throbbing muscle between her lips, suckling gently on the hot muscle. Flicking her tongue over the flesh in tandem with the pulsing muscle, Buffy gradually builds up the speed of her flicking tongue as Tara’s body bucks and shifts under her, the woman making the most delicious sounds. Slowly running a hand up from where she’d unconsciously been grasping Tara’s muscular calf, Buffy slides two fingers through the wetness coating the Wicca, teasing the woman’s opening. As Tara’s body bucks, trying to impale herself on the fingers teasing her, Buffy finally eases the fingers within the hot cavern, releasing Tara as she moans loudly at the feel of Tara’s hot, wet, velvety body clasping her fingers strongly. “So good…” Buffy mumbles as she slowly strokes within the Wicca’s body before attacking her swollen clit, dragging her tongue firmly over the hard muscle time after time as Tara’s body tenses, jumping around as she cries out loudly with her release.

“BUFFFFFYYYYYYYYYYYY!!” Tara screams her release, holding Buffy to her as her body stiffens.

Buffy whimpers loudly as she laps hungrily at the Wicca’s body, trying to capture all the woman has to offer, lapping strongly and firmly over Tara’s body, unconsciously drawing the Wicca’s orgasm out. Finally easing her fingers gently from within Tara as the Wicca collapses back onto the chair, her inner muscles flexing and loosening, Buffy dips her tongue inside Tara, groaning as Tara’s muscles clench and try to drag it in deeper. Swirling her tongue around within the Wicca, Buffy slurps up all the fluid she can find, raising her eyes as she hears a hoarse chuckle coming from Tara.

“Goddess!” Tara murmurs, loosening her grip on Buffy as she looks hazily at the slayer, slowly running her fingers through the blonde hair as Buffy finally starts to come more into focus. Urging the slayer up her body, Tara kisses her firmly before gathering the escaped juices from the slayer’s cheeks and chin, running her tongue down Buffy’s neck capturing the line of juices that were making their way to the slayer’s shirt.

Running her tongue around her lips, trying to capture more of the taste of the Wicca, Buffy can’t help but reach up to play with Tara’s breasts, smirking as they harden almost instantly with the briefest touch of her fingertips. “Sensitive?”

“Not usually that sensitive.” Tara answers softly, moaning quietly as Buffy brushes the tips of her nipples with butterfly caresses.

“Maybe they’re so sensitive because you about twisted them off.” Buffy raises an eyebrow chuckling as Tara blushes lightly. “Of course, my trying to bite one of them off didn’t help matters.” Buffy frowns as she sees the redness and teeth marks around the other nipple. Buffy strokes her finger softly around the lightly bruised flesh, frowning even harder.

“It’s okay, honey.” Tara grins crookedly at Buffy, lifting her chin up to look in the slayer’s worried eyes. “Did you hear me complain?” When Buffy shakes her head, Tara places a soft kiss on the slayer’s lips, while shifting her legs down off the arms of the chair and wrapping them around Buffy’s body. “This is sort of uncharted territory for me, honey.” Tara admits running a hand soothingly through the slayer’s hair.

“What do you mean?” Buffy questions closing her eyes and humming softly at the caress.

“Well, first off, I’ve never been this vocal.” Tara smirks as Buffy laughs softly. “Secondly, I’ve never had the urge, or inclination to attack my body the way we did today.”

Buffy opens her eyes to stare at Tara. “I’m sorry…” Buffy trails off as Tara shakes her head and places a fingertip on her lips.

“No. It’s what I wanted, honey. Obviously. I was the one that started it with my pinching, twisting, pulling…” Tara rolls her eyes before chuckling. “You and I have some experimenting to do.” Tara finally whispers softly, her eyes searching Buffy’s, seeing the surprise on Buffy’s face, before the slayer starts to grin wickedly.

“Experimentation is good.” Buffy nods her head decisively. “Start now?” Buffy questions hopefully, raising both her eyebrows at the Wicca.

Tara laughs and let’s her legs drop down on either side of Buffy, leaning forward to hug the slayer strongly. “Not this minute, honey. I could seriously use a shower, and someone’s tummy is starting to make noises.” Tara smacks Buffy firmly on the ass as the slayer’s stomach continues to growl.

“Tara?” Buffy questions with a worried note in her voice as she shifts to stand, helping Tara up.

“What is it?” Tara looks intently at the slayer. Watching as an absolutely beautiful smile slowly crosses Buffy’s face. Feeling her heart stop at the display, Tara swallows hard.

“I love you.” Buffy whispers as she leans in to caress her lips softly over Tara’s.

“Goddess, I love you, too, Buffy.” Tara wraps her arms around the slayer, hugging her tightly.

The two women coming together hoping that against all the odds that they can make their love work, and hope that their friends and family will understand.

But that’s another story…







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