Fic: Whatever You Say (1/1)

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TITLE: Whatever You Say
AUTHOR: Angelina
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SUMMARY: Tara comes home early one day.
RATING: Umm, R? I dunno, there's sex and swearing and a large degree 
of Tara-bashing.
DISCLAIMER: They don't belong to me, they're the property of Joss & 
Mutant Enemy.
NOTES: Wow, it's been a long time since I posted anything to this 
list. Don't know where exactly this came from. Tara lovers beware?
just thought I'd warn you in advance.
DEDICATION: To Dan, in celebration of his elevation to moderator 
status. Congrats'n'luv, Angie.


Tara ambled happily towards Stevenson Hall. She smiled warmly at a 
few people she knew on the way. She was pleased to be getting home 
after a long day of classes. Her last class had been cancelled which 
meant she'd be able to surprise Willow by getting in a little earlier 
than usual. Another smile worked its way across her face at this 
thought and she quickened her pace, almost skipping through the 
hallways of the dorm.

Upon reaching her door she took out her key and was about to insert 
it into the lock when she heard a noise filtering through from within 
the room. She paused and moved her ear closer to the wooden surface.

"?oh yeah?yuh huh?like that, just like that?right there baby?mmmm?"

Tara's eyes lit up. Willow was pleasuring herself. Tara loved to 
watch Willow touching herself, she always looked like she was having 
so much fun. Often more so than when they were actually making love 
together.  

"?oh Goddess?yesssss?I'm gonna?oh?oh?"

Tara hurriedly turned her key, careful to be as quiet as possible so 
as not to disturb her busy lover. She really didn't want to spoil 
the show for herself. Softly, Tara edged the door open a crack and 
peeked her head in. When her eyes adjusted to the dimness of the 
room, the world tilted slightly. Willow was definitely in the midst 
of pleasure, but she wasn't giving it to herself. Tara stood frozen 
to the spot as she watched her girlfriend getting a very thorough 
work-out from?Buffy.  

The two girls were displayed on the double bed. The room was strewn 
with garments and bed-covers. Tara idly thought this odd as Willow 
had often told her that she preferred to remain covered up during 
sex, that she didn't find naked flesh all that attractive. She 
seemed to have no problem with it at the moment. Her fingers were 
kneading the very naked flesh of Buffy's ass and large portions of 
her very naked torso were clearly touching Buffy's equally nude 
body. And it wasn't just by accident, Willow seemed to be actively 
seeking out this contact by writhing underneath bare-naked slayer and 
pressing up into her.   

A jolt of panic shot through Tara. Willow had a remarkable ability 
to do more than one thing at a time. She was sure to notice that 
they were not alone. Why, Willow had managed to invent new a spell, 
count the cracks on the ceiling and read a chapter of her book during 
their last session of lovemaking. Surely she'd spot the intruder in 
the doorway at any second? But as Tara waited it became evident that 
Willow was very intent on the task in hand. Her eyes were firmly 
focused on Buffy's face?between periods of rolling back in her head.  
Her hands had moved from cupping Buffy's incredibly toned posterior 
to gripping onto the spokes of the headboard so tightly that her 
knuckles were an alarming shade of white.  

Buffy, for her part, seemed to know exactly what she was doing.  
Every slight movement she made elicited all sorts of noises from 
Willow that Tara was not familiar with. Willow had always been a 
very restrained lover when it came to making noise. Tara often felt 
embarrassed to show her own pleasure vocally because Willow remained 
silent, save for the odd whispered word that Tara couldn't quite make 
out. And now here was the same girl screaming for Buffy to fuck 
her? It didn't quite add up.  

Tara watched as Buffy's lithe body moved on top of her girlfriend, 
her rhythm altering slightly. This appeared to send Willow into some 
sort of frenzy: her heels clawing at the sheets, head thrashing from 
side to side and then being pushed back hard into the pillow as the 
rest of her body lifted right off the mattress?

"?ohmygod?ye?I'm coming?I'm gonna?oh Buf..Buffy?"

Willow's legs suddenly wrapped themselves around Buffy's waist and 
her arms around Buffy's neck as she, Tara assumed, reached the 
pinnacle of her pleasure. However, this was not quite how she 
reacted normally. She usually made a kind of `Hmmmm' noise and then 
sighed and went to sleep. But now she was wrapped around Buffy, her 
face buried in the crook of her neck as Buffy collapsed on top of 
her, seemingly exhausted, or sated, or both.

"Mmmmm?that was wonderful." Willow murmured. "You are wonderful, 
magnificent, fabulous?"

Willow finally raised her face to look around the room as she spoke.  
Her eyes went wide as they registered the lurker at the door.

"?Tara!" she squeaked.

Buffy lifted her head up slightly.

"OK, I was fine with the first bit, Will, but Tara? Is that supposed 
to be some kind of complime?oomph!"

Buffy's sentence was cut short as Willow's knee connected with her 
midsection in a mad scramble to get out from underneath her. Buffy 
rolled over and finally got a glimpse of the reason for Willow's 
panic. In the open doorway stood Tara, her expression resembling the 
one a cow must give to a butcher. Buffy cursed her slayer senses.  
She really should have been aware of another person entering the 
room. But Willow always seemed to have that effect on her, blinding 
her to everything else. But now was not the time to contemplate such 
things. Not when her lover's girlfriend was standing looking at 
them.  

"Tara?we were?I mean?we weren't?doing?that is to say?we were doing 
something?but?Tara?we're kind of naked here?do you think you could 
give us some privacy for a sec?"

Tara shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, looking at the carpet, 
the closet, just about anywhere but at the two nude people in the 
room.

"Oh?oh, sure I.I.I.I'll l-l-leave you al-l-l-l-lone."

She hurriedly turned and left the room, closing the door behind her.  
She leaned back against the solid surface, not really trusting her 
knees to support her weight at that moment in time. She closed her 
eyes and the bedroom scene she had just witnessed floated into her 
head. All of a sudden something happened to Tara that had never 
happened before. A white-hot rage swept over her, making her chest 
tighten and her setting belly aflame.  

The audacity! She had just walked into *her* room where *her* 
girlfriend was quite freely and openly fucking her supposed `best 
friend'?and they had the audacity to ask Tara to leave? Now that 
just wasn't on. Spurred on by the unfamiliar feeling of fury in her 
gut, Tara spun around and threw open the door, marching into the room 
and slamming it behind her.

The sight greeting her would've been funny had it been in a movie or 
other form of light entertainment. Buffy was hopping around trying 
to get her pants on while Willow was struggling to get her shirt on 
over her head. Tara stood with her arms folded across her chest, 
waiting for them to acknowledge her presence. They did so quicker 
this time than they had the previous time she'd entered the room.  
Willow managed to get her shirt on properly and Buffy sat down on the 
bed, finally getting her pants up. She was only wearing a bra on 
top, but at least she was more dressed than she had been a few 
minutes ago. Willow glanced nervously at Buffy's half-naked state 
before turning to Tara, a plea in her voice.

"Now honey?uh?there's no need to jump to any conclusions here."

"Conclusions? Willow, you were having sex with Buffy. And don't 
call me `honey'."

"See? There you go, sweetie?conclusion jumping to?we?we were just?
um?"

Willow looked desperately to Buffy for help. The slayer merely 
shrugged. She was well aware that they'd been caught in the act and 
no lies were going to cover it this time. Tara may not have been the 
sharpest tool in the woodshed but she wasn't a complete idiot.

"Let's see, you were both naked, in bed, sweating, she was lying on 
top of you, her hand was in a very unmistakable place and you were 
screaming her name over and over?I don't think that's jumping to 
anything. There is no jumping whatsoever, it's simply a fact. She 
was fucking you. And don't call me `sweetie'."

Willow's face was shock personified.

"Tara! I didn't think you used words like that!"

"And I didn't think you had sex with Buffy while I was out at class 
either. Big revelations for everybody today huh?"

Buffy had, by this time, located her top and had slipped into it.  
She now stood up.

"Look, uh, you two obviously have things to?discuss?and I don't think 
I should be here?so?"

"That's funny, I don't think you should've been here doing what you 
were doing with my girlfriend. But seeing as how you were I think 
you should be here for the fall-out don't you?"

Buffy was surprised by the sudden and unexpected appearance of Tara's 
backbone. She stumbled backwards and ended up sitting back on the 
bed. Willow sat down next to her, giving her a look that clearly 
indicated her lack of pleasure at the slayer's attempts to leave her 
to deal with Tara.

Tara was now pacing back and forth in front of the bed, watched by 
two sets of eyes peering out from bowed heads.  

"So, how long has this been going on huh? I mean, it's obvious that 
this wasn't the first time you'd done it?not unless Buffy's `Super-
Lover' who knows exactly the right buttons to press?"

Buffy smiled and glanced sideways at Willow. The smile faded when it 
was met with a scowl of disapproval. They both went back to 
listening to Tara.

"?I bet you've been at it the whole time haven't you? Goddess, how 
stupid am I? `No Tara it's fine, you don't have to come and help 
Buffy study, we work better alone?don't wait up'"

Willow blushed at Tara's imitation of her. Buffy giggled and 
received an elbow in the side for her trouble. Tara continued her 
mimicry. 

" `No Tara, I'm OK, I fell during patrol and ripped all the buttons 
off my shirt'? `It's fine honey, a vampire got me but his teeth had 
been knocked out so he could only kinda suck on my neck'? `Carpet 
burns? Oh, I dropped a pin on the floor and had to crawl about 
looking for it.'? `Oh sweetie, don't worry?Buffy staked the bad vamp 
who stole my bra!'"

Buffy looked at Willow incredulously after that last part. Willow 
shrugged and mouthed `I panicked!'. Tara turned to look at the pair.

"Aren't you going to answer my damn question?"

Willow looked at her blankly.

"Uhh?question, pumpkin?"

"Yes, question, I asked how long this has been going on. And don't 
call me pumpkin."

Willow sighed and decided denial wasn't working and that the only 
thing left was to go for the `whole truth'. 

"Since we were Juniors."

"At high school?!?" Tara squealed.

"Yeah?on and off since then?I guess we both kind of fought against 
it. She had a thing with Angel, I had a thing with Oz?she had a 
mild aberration with Faith?"

"I told you a million times! I never laid a hand on her?except in a 
violent way!" Buffy immediately sprang to her own defence.

"Hmmm?" Willow looked at her through narrowed eyes. "But anyway, we 
realised that we were completely totally and utterly in love around 
about the time Oz left. But we also realised that I was enough of a 
target for bad-guys already, being Buffy's best-friend. If it got 
out that I was the love of her life well?I'd be as good as dead?so?"

"So you decided to use me? Is that it?"

"I'm sorry Tara, I really am?but we needed a cover?"

"That's why my boyfriend's such a drip and?"

Buffy trailed off, realising there was no way to finish that sentence 
that wouldn't be completely insulting to the girl standing in front 
of her with the homicidal look in her eye.

"And what? And I'm a naïve, shy, chubby girl with a stutter who'll 
be glad of any attention she can get; never mind that of a hot red-
headed witch? Is that it?"

Their silence was all she needed to hear.

"You know what Willow? You are a bitch of the first order. This 
Cordelia you're always talking about sounds like an amateur in 
comparison to you. Then again you probably had the hots for her too 
didn't you?"

"No!" Willow looked away guiltily as Buffy spun around to gauge her 
reaction, raising her eyebrows at her confirmed suspicions.

"Right, that's it. I'm going out?probably to get very drunk and 
sleep with someone I wouldn't normally sleep with. When I get back I 
expect all of your stuff to be gone and I expect you to be out of my 
life. Both of you. Forever. Is that clear?"

Two heads nodded meekly in response. Tara nodded once before 
spinning around and exiting the room with as much dignity as she 
could muster. Buffy and Willow sat in silence for a few moments.  
Buffy eventually spoke up.

"So?Cordy huh?"

"I don't know what she was talking about."

"Yeah, sure. How about I slip into a little Gucci number and get 
myself a brown wig and a superior attitude?you up for a little role 
playing?"

"Hmmm?and maybe I could get a push-up bra, apply my eye make-up with 
a trowel and wear leather pants?would that get you wicked hot?"

"I told you, I never laid a hand on her?but Cordy and Faith? Has 
definite possibilities. Let's get your stuff packed up. And later 
on tonight we can play Slayer and Seer?sound good?"

"Sounds great."

"Good."

And with that the young lovers fell onto the bed for yet another bout 
of passionate love-making. Providing Tara with yet another scary 
visual when she came back to pick up her forgotten wallet.  

END