Fic: Triune (8/?) B/W/T NC-17

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Title: Triune

Author: The Bear!

Spoilers: up through season 5

Pairing: Buffy/Willow/Tara (Some of the other Scoobies might get a
little some-some as well)

Summary: Ends the Triad Trilogy- Sequel to the Please Trilogy. The new
Triad deals with an angry Hellgod and new relationships are on the
horizon

Warnings: NC17 Ahoy! I Love BDSM. I Love chains and whips. I love
Sex! If any of these gives you the wiggins, then so will this story.
(Part 8 is definitely of NC-17, with much gay and straight and even solo
sex]

Disclaimer: If I owned 'em, they'd have to show it on the Ecstasy
Network.

========== BtVS ==========

Part 8

========== BtVS ==========

There were times when Tara's upbringing haunted her. When the
backwards, rigid 'morality' that her father had literally beat into her
all through childhood, reared its ugly head and whispered to her,
'you're sick' 'you're a bad person' 'this is wrong, evil'.

The voice was appearing less and less, and it was getting easier to
ignore as her self confidence, her self esteem grew stronger and
stronger. However, there were times. "Like now," she thought as she
surveyed the four-point restraints and the riding crop she'd set out,
"Buffy's favorite crop," she mused. She studiously ignored the voice as
she laid out her leather harness, making sure the bright purple dildo it
held was positioned correctly, so when she put it on, it would provide
her with the maximum clitoral stimulation as she pounded it into her
pet.

It didn't help that society in general thought of her relationship and
sexual practices as deviant. Lesbianism was widely, though certainly
not universally, accepted; but couple that with a polyamorous
relationship, and then add the bondage, domination and sadomasochism.
Then throw in the witchcraft on top of that and you had a lifestyle that
most people would revile her for living. Heck, not a few of them would
gladly burn her at the stake for one or more of her 'perversions'

The irony was that she and her two polyamorous, kinky, lesbian lovers
were all that stood between the 'good people' of the world and the
literal unleashing of hell on earth by Glorificus. In three weeks time,
those same 'good people' who would as soon spit in her face as even look
at her, would owe their continued existence to her and her lovers.

And not one of them would ever know. There would be no gratitude, no
praise, not even a thank-you-card.

The door opened behind her and she turned around. She watched her pet
as she shrugged off the robe, letting it fall to the floor. She let her
eyes roam her pet's beautiful body as it approached her and kneeled
before her. She heard her pet ask, "May I clean you Mistress?"

The other voice, the one that spoke doubt and fear, faded away entirely-
to be replaced by the sound of her own heartbeat roaring in her ears as
renewed desire coursed through her veins.

"Yes pet, you may."

========== BtVS ==========

Dawn thought her sister must be rubbing off on her as she screamed into
her pillow for the fourth time in an hour. She couldn't get Xander out
of her head; not that she really wanted to stop thinking about him, but
her fantasies were driving her mad. Finally, after four times, she just
had to stop touching herself. It was like, even though she came, it
wasn't enough to satisfy her. She thought that she knew why; it was
because she was missing something- specifically she was missing the feel
of a lover. Even though she was a virgin, she just knew that if she
could have a man on top of her- pressing her into the mattress, sliding
inside her to fill her up in a way her finger couldn't match- she could
be satisfied. 

Obviously, that man had to be Xander Harris. He was just so. perfect.
She just *had* to figure out a way to get him to notice her as a woman,
to see her as a desirable, sexy woman. She didn't know if she could
wait a year to make it happen either, if the past few nights were any
indication. 

Maybe she could get Willow to help her. She was Xander's best friend,
so maybe she could tell Dawn how to win his heart. And maybe she could
help her figure out how to keep Buffy and her mother from killing her
when they found out what she was trying to do. "Aargghh!" she moaned.
This was going to be impossible!

Nearly an hour later, Dawn finally fell asleep, images of Xander running
through her mind.

========== BtVS ==========

Joyce had given up all pretense at decorum. She slammed her ass down
into Giles lap, repeatedly- as hard as she could. The feel of his thick
cock inside her making her feel reckless and alive. She was amazed at
his strength and stamina- he had already cum twice and she was heading
towards her fifth of the night. Maybe it was just that it had been too
long for both of them since they had been with someone like this; since
they had been able to give in to their wild sides.

She cried out at the sensation as Giles suckled and nibbled on her
nipples while pressing her clit down against his cock as she rode him up
and down.

Giles leaned back against the headboard to look up at the face of his
lover. She looked unbelievably erotic, head thrown back and eyes
clenched shut in passion. They were both sitting upright, he with his
legs straight out; she on her knees, straddling his lap. The position
gave him access to her lovely chest and neck, while providing enough
space between them for him to manipulate her swollen clit. She had
enough leverage to move as fast or slowly as she wanted, varying between
long strokes, almost rising entirely off of him; or short, brutal
thrusts, driving him down into the mattress. 

Fortunately, this bed was of standard construction- despite Ethan's
penchant for waterbeds.

Giles was unable to continue merely looking for very long, drawn as he
was to the long column of her throat. It already showed several of his
love-bites; he simply couldn't get enough of the taste of her skin. He
could tell from the deep moan that he felt against his lips that she was
close to peaking again. He began to move his thumb in a tight circular
motion, grinding her swollen pearl against his manhood as she rode up
and down. He pinched and pulled on her nipple and lashed his tongue
against the flesh of her throat captured between his teeth. He knew the
feel of her womanhood quivering along the length of his shaft would send
him over the edge with her.

The combined stimulus was too much and Joyce once again was wracked with
the shivering pleasure that she had already experienced four times that
night.

Giles swelled with pride and lust as the woman in his arm screamed his
name once again. He pulled her tightly to him as she quivered and
shuddered. As she squeezed him inside of her, he came, growling her
name through clenched teeth. His pleasure was so intense that it was
almost painful. Three times in one night for a man his age was
remarkable. He hoped he wasn't setting a standard that she would expect
him to match every night!

As Joyce enjoyed the hazy feel of afterglow, she thought, "Yes, this is
exactly what I've been missing for so long!" She said, "Rupert, thank
you! You were. that was. wow! I- I really needed that."

Giles stroked his lover's hair, his face buried in her neck. He softly
kissed the flesh he had so roughly treated only moments ago and said, "I
assure you, Joyce, it was entirely inspired by you." He tipped his head
back enough to meet her eyes as he added, "You were incredible! So
beautiful, so erotic. you are entirely wonderful."

Joyce blushed at the compliment, shy despite the incredible intimacy
they had just shared. Emotional closeness was another thing she missed
from being alone for so long. Sharing her thoughts and feelings with a
lover. She'd been without that even longer than she'd been without the
physical side. In some ways it was harder to give that part of herself-
to be open and honest- than it was to share her body. Even as far back
as her failed marriage; she and Hank had sex together up until the last
months before the divorce, but they hadn't trusted each other with their
feelings for years.

Giles noticed the blush, followed by the introspective, even worried
look. He leaned forward and placed a kiss against her neck, then moved
them down the bed a bit so they could lay down as they cooled off.

Joyce felt an unreasonable pang of melancholy as their physical
connection was lost.

Giles lay on his back, his torso still propped up a bit by the pillows.
Ethan always had to have great piles of pillows on his beds for some
reason that had ever escaped his understanding. He smiled as Joyce
settled up against him, her head on his shoulder, arm holding him tight
across his chest, and one leg draped over his own. He said, "May I ask
what you are thinking?" When she didn't immediately answer, he added,
"You looked almost, worried."

"Hmm, nothing really," she started; still hesitant with this part of
her.

Giles could hear the hesitancy in her words. He didn't wish to pry if
she were unwilling to speak about it, but he did want her to know that
he was open to anything she wanted to share. "Obviously, with this
being so new between us, there will be much that we have to learn about
each other. I want you to know that you can share anything you like
with me." Thinking that she might be concerned about some secret, or
something in her past that would create tension between them, he added,
"I would doubt that there is anything you could say that would frighten
me away."

Joyce smiled at the sincerity and concern in his voice. Yes, she had
definitely chosen well with Rupert Giles. A true gentleman. "It's.
well it's silly really," she said. "I was just thinking about how
difficult it is for me to. share emotional things. It's been a very
long time since I. did that," she admitted.

Giles nodded his head. He could sympathize; neither his upbringing, nor
his life's work, had ever encouraged, or even allowed for the open
sharing of emotions. "Emotional intimacy is a great deal more risky and
dangerous than physical." He stroked her arm with his free hand and
added, "Unfortunately, one cannot truly know if someone is trustworthy,
without first giving them that trust."

Joyce knew the truth of his words. She decided that, at this point, not
giving that trust would be the bigger risk to their fledgling
relationship. "You're right. Of course, you're right. I feel silly
about it, and I know it's my own insecurities talking."

When she paused, he gently said, "If it's causing you distress, then it
isn't silly at all."

Joyce once again smiled at his gallantry. She chuckled, "Handsome,
gentle, gallant. a stevedore in bed. You do realize that you are going
to spoil me for the rest of your gender, don't you?"

It was Giles turn to blush brightly. "Well, I certainly hope so!" he
joked.

They shared a laugh and then lay quietly for a moment, enjoying the
simple pleasure of physical closeness. 

Finally Joyce returned to the subject at hand, though she approached it
from an oblique angle; she asked, "What do you think of Buffy's
relationship with Willow and Tara?"

"You're concerned about the girls relationship?" he asked neutrally. He
had his own concerns about it, but wanted to find out what she was
thinking before he mentioned them.

"I. I know it's silly, and it's not really my place." she began.

"But?" he prodded.

"I worry about Buffy. About all of them, really. I've thought of
Willow as a sort of surrogate daughter almost since we moved to
Sunnydale. Tara. I don't know her as well, but we really hit it off the
other night. she seems like a really sweet girl. it's just." Joyce did
feel embarrassed about her concerns. She knew Buffy would freak out at
the thought of her mother discussing her sex life with her watcher.
"It's silly, because I know they'd never hurt each other."

"What is it about their relationship that has you worried?" Giles asked.

"I. it's the Dom/sub thing," she finally revealed.

Giles was, well not surprised, but. His own concern revolved around the
nature of a three-way relationship.

Now Joyce was worried about revealing something from her own past.
Again, she knew it was silly- Rupert would hardly hold her past against
her. 

"What about it worries you?" he whispered gently, seeing that this was
difficult for her.

She ran her fingers through the carpet of hair on his chest, enjoying
the feel of it against her palm. Like petting a beautiful, wild animal.
Docile for know, but never domesticated. "I- I used to. I was. into
that lifestyle. once," she confessed, waiting for his reaction.

If she thought that would shock him, or disgust him, she was completely
mistaken. He did get a sense of her concerns for her daughter, though.
"I take it that it wasn't a positive experience?"

"Oh, it was at first. My boyfriend when I was seventeen introduced me
to the lifestyle. He was never overly harsh or anything like that. But
I. Well I was very much the rebellious youth. I wanted to get more
extreme than he was willing to go." Even now, she cursed her stupidity.
"I went to a club. we'd gone there together a few times, but I went
alone."

Giles had never been a serious participant in that lifestyle, but he had
played a few times, gone to a few clubs in London. Always as a top,
though. He knew an unattached bottom wandering into such an environment
was begging for trouble.

"I was looking for more extreme scene," she said ruefully. "I found
it."

Even though it was long ago, Giles felt his heart constrict at the idea
of someone harming this charming, delightful woman. He hugged her
tightly to him and whispered, "I'm so sorry Joyce."

Joyce smiled, "It certainly isn't your fault, Rupert!" 

"Yes, well. it just pains me to think of you being harmed." he trailed
off, slightly embarrassed by his illogical response.

"That's the way I feel about Buffy," she explained. "I know Tara isn't
like the one who hurt me. I know that she doesn't go beyond what Buffy
wants. she was horrified when I told her that someone had ignored my
safeword."

Giles cringed internally at the image of Joyce crying out her safeword,
and then having the person continue. A scene was supposed to be about
mutual satisfaction of certain needs. to take it outside those
parameters was tantamount to rape or torture.

"I know it in my mind, but. it bothers me. I worry," Joyce said. When
Giles didn't speak for several moments, she said, "What are you thinking
about?"

Giles smiled with chagrin, "Well, it too is rather silly."

"But," it was her turn to prod.

He smiled at the role reversal. "Well, I was thinking that I'd like to
hunt down the bastard who hurt you and eviscerate them."

Joyce shivered slightly. The sentiment was at once sweet, because he
wanted to defend her from harm; and frightening, because she had the
impression that he was not being euphemistic in his description of what
he wanted to do. "It doesn't bother you, Buffy being in that kind of
relationship?" she asked, having revealed her concerns and curious of
his opinion regarding his 'adopted daughters'.

"Frankly, I was never concerned about that particular aspect of their
relationship," he answered.

Hearing the caveat in his words, she asked, "Which particular aspect
were you concerned with?"

"My turn to reveal the deep, dark secrets of my past?" he mused.

"You don't have to." she began, not wanting to push, but disappointed at
the same time that he might not be comfortable enough to share himself
with her.

"Shhh," he interrupted. "I was merely teasing." Giles took a deep
breath and slowly released it. "Joyce, there are darker secrets to my
past than this. I was lost in the darkness for a time in my youth. and I
do want to share that with you, but this moment is not the time." He
twisted his head to kiss her forehead before continuing, "As to my
concerns about Buffy, Willow and Tara. I was once involved in a triad
relationship myself."

"Oh," Joyce said. She hadn't expected that, but it wasn't especially
shocking. She knew from their candy episode that he was a much darker
and more dangerous man in his youth. "Every man's fantasy. how was it?"
she asked, mostly keeping the arch tone from her voice.

"Ah. there was only one woman." Giles admitted.

"Oh," Joyce said in reaction. Then it hit her what he meant. "Oh! I
see." 

"Does that. disgust you?" he asked, very much concerned about that very
thing.

"No," she answered sincerely. "No it doesn't. it's just. well I never
imagined."

"Yes, well, I was young and." he began.

"Rupert," she interrupted. "I'm not upset by that. Really," she tried
to reassure him.

"Yes, well. It ended badly on both fronts," Giles said, relieved that
she wasn't disgusted. "There was quite a bit of jealousy between us and
it led to quite a bit of strife, and we. well I haven't seen Jennifer
since the day she walked out."

"And the other." Joyce gently prodded; curious but not wanting to push
hard.

"Oh I've seen him on occasion. We were rather bitter enemies for a very
long time, and for many more reasons than just his betrayal of our
'relationship'.

"Were?" Joyce asked. "You aren't anymore?"

"More to the point that *he* isn't anymore. Isn't alive anymore, that
is."

Joyce was wondering what such a man might be like, that Rupert would
have that kind of relationship with. then she remembered what kind of
man Rupert was in his youth. "Oh! Was it.?"

"Yes," he confirmed.

"Oh my!" she whispered. Suddenly the room, the whole building took on a
new atmosphere.

It felt rather cathartic to admit that part of his past. Especially
since she had not reviled him for it, but rather accepted it.

They again lay in silence for a while, enjoying the comfort of a lover's
touch, more secure with one another now that they had accepted some of
each other's dark history.

========== BtVS ==========

After Buffy had wiped her down with the warm washcloth and dried her
with a clean towel, Tara told her to remain kneeling while she strapped
on her harness. After she had it properly affixed, she ran her hand
slowly up and down the eight inches of purple silicone. Her preference
for vivid colors for her dildos probably came for her ardent lesbianism.
She had never been interested in boys, and didn't want anything inside
her that too closely resembled one. It had never been a conscious
thought really; she just shied away from the flesh-tone dildos when they
were looking for toys.

As she stroked the fake cock, enjoying the mild stimulation it provided
as it pressed and released her clit, she considered her pet, patiently
waiting in the proper, submissive, position. Her pet was not a lesbian.
Nor was her other lover. Both were bisexual, both had been in intimate
relationships with men. She thought about that for a moment before an
idea struck her. She went over to the bed and sat on the edge,
spreading her legs and continuing to stroke her silicone strap-on.

"Pet, come over here." Tara said.

Buffy crawled across the floor and kneeled directly in front of her
Mistress, eyes still down. She could, however, peripherally see her
Mistress' hand working up and down her purple dildo. The sheer
naughtiness of it was turning the Slayer on; she loved the feel of
Mistress taking her from behind with the strap-on. especially if it came
following a good spanking or whipping.

"I want you to show me how you used to please the boys, pet," Tara said.

"Mistress?" she asked, not sure what Mistress was asking for.

Even after all they had done together, Tara felt a little embarrassed as
she asked for this. "A blow job, Slayer. I want you to give me a blow
job."

"Oh! Sorry, Mistress," Buffy said, realizing that she should have known
that. How else did a girl please a boy when she was kneeling naked
between his legs? It had just been a while, and she wasn't thinking
about pleasing boys. However, Mistress said do, so she would do. She
had a naughty thought as she reached forward and she asked, "Mistress?
May I please suck your big purple cock?"

That did make Tara blush, but as Buffy kept her eyes lowered and the
smile from her lips, Tara couldn't really take issue with it. It would
just give her the added incentive to swing hard when she gave her Slayer
the spanking she was so clearly begging for. "Yes, pet," she said,
feeling ridiculous even as she said it. "You may suck my cock."

Tara watched her pet with fascination. She'd always imagined it would
be just a matter of putting your mouth over the penis and sliding it in
and out. She'd never imagined something like what she watched now.

Buffy knew that Mistress wanted a show; it couldn't be very stimulating
to her physically to have Buffy suck on a chunk of silicone, so it must
be the sight she wanted. Buffy pulled out the stops and showed her
Mistress how a boy liked to be touched. She slid her tongue up the
underside slowly, pausing to swirl little circles on the underside of
the head, the part she knew to be most sensitive- on a real cock anyway.
Then she moved her tongue slowly around and around the head, teasing the
crown ridge. Finally, she moved her lips over the head and began to bob
up and down on the tip, getting it good and wet before moving farther
down. 

Once she'd gotten most of the length slicked down with her saliva, she
moved her right hand up and gripped the shaft, slowly stroking up and
down in counter rhythm to her head. After a little while she began to
rotate her hand as she stroked, as though trying to turn the shaft of
the cock.

Tara watched her pet work with fascination. While the action was
stimulating her clit, she found herself wishing that she could feel the
sensations as though it were her own flesh inside her pet's mouth and
hand; it looked like it would feel amazing. "Enough, Slayer," she said
at last; ready to move on.

Tara stood up and placed a towel over the mound of pillows in the center
of the bed. "Alright, Slayer. Get up here and bend over the pillows!"
Tara growled, setting the mood for punishment time.

Buffy scrambled to comply, shaking with eagerness and anticipation.
"Yes Mistress!" she panted as she laid over the pillows, her ass
sticking up in the air. She heard her Mistress chant quietly for a
moment and then she felt a force take hold of her hands and feet,
pulling them toward the four corners of the bed. She felt leather cuffs
strap around her wrists and ankles, and she could hear the sound of
chains slithering through the D-rings on her cuffs. She could feel her
wet pussy opened up and exposed to the air, and the whole thing
ratcheted her arousal up to a whole new level as she waited for her
Mistress to begin her punishment/reward.

Tara stared in awe at her pet, stretched out and restrained on the bed.
"Goddess!" Tara thought, "She's so sexy!" She climbed on the bed and
kneeled next to this glorious girl. She leaned over and whispered in
her ear while stroking her ass. "Who does this ass belong to, Slayer?"
she whispered harshly.

"Ohhh, you Mistress!" Buffy moaned. Her arousal was climbing higher and
higher.

"That's right, pet," Tara said as she dragged her nails over one cheek,
eliciting a sharp gasp from her pet. She moved her hand between the
supple cheeks and stroked down, palming the smooth, slick flesh of the
Slayer's sex, asking, "And this, pet?"

Buffy was panting with desire as she answered, "Yours. it's yours,
Mistress!"

Tara went on to do something she hadn't done with her pet before, but
that Buffy routinely did with Willow. "This pussy belongs to me! I
decide when it gets to cum."

Buffy's moan turned to a high pitched whine. In the past she'd been
allowed to cum when being spanked. 

"Do you hear me, pet? You don't cum till I give you permission!" Tara
said, playing the dominatrix to the hilt. For some reason she was
reveling in the role tonight like never before.

Buffy whimpered but answered, "Yes Mistress."

Tara grabbed her pet by the hair and hissed, "Not good enough! Say it
back to me!" She was surprising herself tonight.

It was working for Buffy, though. She had subconsciously craved this
for weeks now. Even when submitting to Tara, she had held something
back- not disobeying, but somehow reserving a part of herself. As
though she was thinking about each command and making a choice to obey-
whereas tonight she was on the verge of instinctive obedience- thinking
less and less, and just doing as she was told.

At the last moment before Tara was about to begin, a thought struck her
and she got off the bed and walked over to the closet. She rummaged for
a moment before finding what she was looking for.

Buffy felt her Mistress leave her and almost wondered what was going on,
but then she was back and speaking to her again.

"Close your eyes, pet," Tara cooed.

Buffy closed her eyes and gasped again when she felt the silky material
stretched across her eyes and felt it snug around her head.
Blindfolded! Mistress hadn't done this to her before either!

"Focus on the feel, pet. Don't think, don't count, just feel," Tara
whispered before bringing her hand down for the first *smack*

"YESSSS!!!!!" Buffy screamed in her head as the punishment finally
began.

========== BtVS ==========

Tara had spanked Buffy's ass until her hand hurt. Then she'd taken the
crop and continued the punishment until her pet's ass was bright red,
with purple welts all over it. The first time she'd left one of the
angry looking purple welts, she'd been shocked and her immediate
response was to stop. But, when she had, all she could hear was her
Slayer sobbing "Thank you Mistress! Thank you!" over and over.

Tara was afraid if she went any further, she'd draw blood, and she
couldn't bring herself to do that- even though right now, her pet would
probably thank her for that as well.

If Buffy could have seen her Mistress right now, she would have melted.
Her hair was wild, her eyes were flashing and her body was covered in a
fine sheen of sweat. She took a moment to calm down before moving
forward and sinking into Buffy's dripping wetness.

Buffy herself was in rapture. As she started to come back to earth, she
understood what Willow had been unable to explain. She was Tara's, and
there was nothing else. Words couldn't begin to describe the feeling.

A feeling that was nowhere near abating when she felt her Mistress press
that fat silicone cock into her- sliding in to the hilt in one swift
stroke. The added sensation of Mistress' harness encased pelvis
slamming into her hypersensitive ass pushed her right to the edge. She
would have tipped over- heck she'd been ready to cum since before
Mistress switched to the crop- if Mistress permitted it. The fact that
she hadn't was incredible. She would have been amazed by it if her
higher brain functions had revived- but she was still deep into
subspace.

It wasn't her own restraint that kept her from cumming. That wouldn't
have been enough anyway, but she had surrendered all power to her
Mistress. As much as those who hadn't experienced it for themselves
might scoff; the control that a Mistress had over their slave when in
subspace was as absolute as it was inexplicable. Just as with Willow-
Mistress owned pet, Mistress said pet can't cum, so pet can't cum.

Tara draped herself over her pet, reveling in the sobs and moans pouring
forth from the Slayer as she thrust her hips fast and furious. Her own
passion was manifesting in grunts that were almost feral- so completely
unlike her normal behavior; it was as though she had released the beast
within. As she felt her release coming on, she clamped her teeth down
on her Slayer's neck- biting hard as the waves of orgasm crashed through
her. She'd momentarily thought of telling her pet to cum with her, but
decided at the last instant that she wanted to taste it. She had denied
herself a taste of her pet's spicy goodness to this point, and she
decided to rectify that immediately.

She laved the bite on her pet's neck for a moment and then said, "Pet?
Can you hear me Slayer?"

>From deep inside of herself, Mistress pet responded, "Yes, Mistress."

"When you feel my mouth on your sex, you may cum."

Mistress pet whimpered in desperate need, "Thank you Mistress!"

Tara moved back and looked at her pet's slick sex. Her mouth watered
and she paused for a moment to inhale the powerful spicy aroma. She
could see her pet quivering in anticipation and took pity on her. She
delved right in, lapping at her clitoris and opening her mouth over the
pouting lips.

Buffy saw light as though she was staring at the sun. She screamed out
for her Mistress as the waves of pleasure pounded her, like the surf
beating itself against the base of a cliff- shattering against the
rocks, pulling back to re-form itself, and then shattering again.

Over and over Tara felt her pet's sex clench and unclench as she lapped
up the juices that flowed out of her. Mixed in was the salt of her own
tears as emotion inundated her. She'd done it, she had utterly
subjugated the Slayer and the joy inside her was overwhelming. She was
so happy for both herself and her pet- the feeling of power for her was
astounding; and the freedom for her pet was, according to Willow, like
nothing else in this world.

Tara freed her pet from the restraints and cleaned them both up a bit
with another towel. Then she pulled the Slayer into her arms as they
lay on the bed, bathing in the afterglow.

Buffy snuggled up to her Mistress with a smile of pure bliss on her
face. "Thank you Mistress. She whispered in awe. "I love you!"

Tara smiled back, still amazed by the beauty of this incredible girl.
"Believe me pet, the pleasure was definitely mine." She kissed the
Slayer on the forehead and said, "I love you so much, Buffy."

========== BtVS ==========

end part 8



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