Fic Repost: A Firm Foundation (3/11) NC17

[Red Willow <st8sboroblues@xxxxxxxxx>]

Title: A Firm Foundation
Author: Red Willow
Email: st8sboroblues@xxxxxxxxx
Archive: www.papa-bear.com/RW/
Distribution: Ask me before you put this anywhere naughty.
Disclaimer: All characters and reference to belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and all those
other peeps. i'm just using them to make my own fun. All original characters and fanfic plot ideas
belong to me, and are nothing more than a product of my dirty li'l mind. Girl-Girl lovin'- you no
like, you no read. 
Pairing: B/W overall.
Rating: NC17! Explicit Sex and cussin'. Smut ahoy!
Summary: pt3. Follows 'The Spaces In Between' and 'Filling in the Gaps' - Much smut. Drama over a
naughty li'l video. Coming out.. more smut. You get the idea.
Feedback: Yes, please. Tell me how i may be of service. ;) 
Author's note: Let's remember that i'm just having fun with some of my favorite characters, and
that i have a dirty li'l mind. i won't apologize for anything, so if you're offended and/or don't
like what you're reading, then simply don't. 
**

"Tara, please calm down."  

Claire was trying to calm me down. She was hardly succeeding though.  I couldn't stop crying,
wiping away tears and snot every few seconds. I was scared out of my head, but I was also really
embarrassed by my situation. My throat was sore from my wailing, which I had thankfully been able
to rein in when we'd gotten to their apartment. But the crying wouldn't stop. 

Case paced back and forth behind us.  

"Would you please sit down?" Claire told her in a stern tone. 

"Claire," Case started, "We gotta do something." 

"I know baby, but you driving me nuts is not helping." 

Case huffed and sat down in the overstuffed chair on the side of the room. I glanced at her and
she looked as worried as me, minus the wet dog look.  I wondered what that was all about. I was
the one who lost the disc.  I was the one who had to deal with my soon to be ex-friends. 

"Case?" I questioned her softly.

"Yeah, babe?" She looked expectantly at me. 

"W-why are you so w-worried?" 

"Huh?" 

She looked between Claire and I, questioning us both. 

"W-w-why are you so w-worried about this? I-it's my deal."

"Are you serious, Tar?" Case looked between Claire and me again. 

I nodded. I glanced at Claire and saw worry in her eyes too, but I suspected it was just for me.
Casey looked worried for all of us.  She was a protector after all. Casey was like Buffy in a lot
of ways, minus the supernatural slayer abilities. She had this innate need to protect her people. 


I was one of her people. Duh Tara. 

"Tara. I saw what Buffy did. I mean, how she handled J.J. at the party."  She shook her head. "I
have to be honest and say I'm worried here." 

"She w-wouldn't...  I-I mean... I don't think she would..." I wiped my nose and looked down
between my feet, my hair falling to cover my face again. 

I really wasn't sure what Buffy would do. Or Willow for that matter. Freak, I knew. But would
either of them try to hurt me?  They didn't when I did the spell to hide the demon I thought was
inside me.  But things were different then.  Willow and I were together, and I knew that Buffy
would keep me around to ensure Willow's happiness. But I wasn't Willow's girl anymore. So what did
they need me for?  I had betrayed them.  I allowed them to be recorded. And then lost the disc
that had the evidence of their passion on it. And who knew what could happen to that disc!   

"Look Tar, I can handle her, I'm not worried about that." Casey said, pointedly. 

"No Case." I told her, looking up. "You can't."

"I'm not saying I'm going to make a move before she does..."

"No Casey." I stood up, shaking my head. "You don't understand." 

I glanced between them again. There was Casey's confusion and Claire's quiet observation. 

"Uh, okay... you wanna explain?" 

"She's strong." 

"Yeah, I saw that. And she does martial arts. So do I, in case you forgot. Black belt here." Case
gestured to herself. 

"No." I shook my head again.

How was I supposed to explain to them about the Slayer?  I didn't want to tell them before because
I knew that only a very small percent of people actually knew what a slayer was, let alone who she
was. I felt I might be betraying Buffy's confidence again.  But with nothing else to lose, I
figured it might be wiser to tell Casey and Claire about Buffy's calling and unique abilities.
Especially before Case played hero and tried to stand up to Buffy when she came calling to kick my
rear end out of Sunnydale.  

"Do you know what a slayer is?" I asked, directing my question to both of them. 

There was a sharp intake of breath from Claire.  

"A what?" Asked Case.  

Both of us looked toward Claire, who sat with her mouth hanging open and her eyebrows raised. She
knew what a slayer was and apparently the fact that Buffy was the Chosen One had caused quite a
surprise. 

"Uh C... something you wanna tell us?" Casey asked her, looking back and forth between her
girlfriend and me. 

"I've heard... but... I never thought." She looked up to me for further confirmation. "They're
real?" 

I nodded. 

"And Buffy's the Slayer?" 

I nodded again. 

"Wow." She spoke softly, running her hand through her hair. "I really thought they were just a
myth.  Something made up."

Case still hadn't said anything, deciding to just listen for now. 

"W-what have you heard?" I asked her, sitting back down. 

"Um..." She thought a minute. "Well... if I remember correctly, something about one girl in all
the world... uh... chosen to... protect humankind?  I'm not sure how it goes." 

"Where did you hear that?" I asked, curious how she could know.

"I just remember it from when I was little."

I thought about this, and realized that Claire might have grown up where there was an active
Slayer. Many of the residents of Sunnydale knew about the vampires and demons that frequented the
night, and about the girl that slayed them, even if they didn't talk about it. 

I nodded, deciding not to push about how she might know. I realized that the average person might
not know what a slayer was, but it wasn't rare that someone did. 

"Okay, still confused over here." Case piped up. 

I looked at her and prepared myself for what might be a hard explanation. How do you explain what
a slayer is without talking about vampires and demons and the fact that we were living on the
mouth of hell?  Well, one of them, anyway.

"Okay Case, you might not believe this..." 

And I proceeded to tell her everything I knew.

***

"You know what I want?" 

She walked with me and I could feel her breath heavy on my ear and her fingers teasing the exposed
skin of my stomach. 

"What?" I asked softly, feeling the familiar stirrings. 
"You." 

She leaned closer and pressed her lips to my neck. 

"I want to taste you." 

I felt the gentle flutter of arousal washing over me, making my body flush in warmth. 

"Buffy..."

"I just wanted to tell you that." She said before walking ahead of me and joining Dawn. 

We were only a few blocks from the house and she wouldn't let up.  I didn't know who was worse,
her or me.  Constantly teasing each other, turning each other on. I guess a few years of pent up
lust will do that to a girl. Or two.  Poor Dawn, I knew she'd heard Tara and me, but now Buffy
too? Well okay, so she'd apparently heard Buffy and Riley too, but now Buffy and me as well? The
girl had to be going crazy.  I was her age once too, ya know.  Hormones can be tricky little
things. Make people do crazy things like spells.  Just ask Xander. He'll tell ya. 

I saw the house in sight and felt that joyful little bubble slowly rise, knowing I could touch
Buffy again once we got inside and Dawn was out of sight.  But then it occurred to me that we
might not have time with Tara coming over.  I pouted, lost in my own little world.  I wanted
Buffy. Naked. In the bed. Against me.  Preferably using her talented tongue and fingers.  

"What's that for?" I heard Buffy ask me. 

I'd followed them up the walkway not even realizing we were home. Buffy was standing on the porch
holding the bags while Dawn unlocked the front door. 

"Huh?" I wiped the pout off my face and inwardly rolled my eyes, wondering just how much sex one
could have before they keeled over. 

"Why the pout?" She slid her hand around my neck, caressing the nape with her fingers. 

So not helping. 

"What pout?" I asked, innocently. 

I tried to walk past her into the house but she held me back.  

"Uh-uh. I saw a pout. A distinctive Willow pout, which is very cute, I might add, but still... I
want to know what's up." 

"I want you." I told honestly, leaning against her and looking into her eyes. "But I can't have
you yet."  

And I pouted again.  Hey, she thinks my pout's cute.

"I want you too, baby." She kissed my cheek and whispered into my ear, "Maybe a quickie?" 

"A quickie?" I pulled back and looked at her. 

She nodded and I looked past her to the sky, trying to gauge the time and when Tara was due.  

"A quickie." She repeated, pulling me into the house behind her.  "Like when we did it in the
alley behind the magic box?" She asked. 

Oh yeah, I remembered that day.  

She dropped the bags and glanced around for Dawn.  We heard her talking to the food she was
heating up, as she had a habit of doing. That kid sure had an appetite.  Sure Buffy could be a pig
after slaying, but Dawn came in close seconds in the Wolfing Down Meals department.  I guess being
made from a slayer might do that to a kid.  

"Remember how I touched you, under the table?" Buffy asked, leading me to the stairs. "How
everyone was there that day and I kept putting my hand on your thigh." 

I nodded. 

Up my skirt and high on my thigh, actually. I remembered looking around to see if anyone noticed. 
Anya was tending to the cash register, as usual. Xander was too busy trying to cop a feel of his
own to notice us.  Giles was doing an inventory of new spell books. But I pushed her hand away
anyway.  

Five more times of her dragging those delicious fingers up my leg and placing it high on my thigh,
caressing before I pushed it away and she leaned over and kissed my neck.  I glanced around again
and still no one noticed.  We weren't out to any of them. She hadn't wanted to tell them at that
point, yet she was daring to feel me up in public. 

"Remember how I told you I wanted you?" She asked, not really waiting for an answer.  

We were halfway up the stairs and I nodded again, my grip tightening in her hand. 

Buffy had squeezed my thigh and stroked my skin with her fingers, which were only an inch or two
from my dampening panties. She leaned over again, brushing her lips against my ear, which caused
that light, fluttery feeling to pass over me and add to the tingle I was already feeling between
my legs.  

"I want you." Buffy had whispered. "I want to touch you. I want to feel you around my fingers,
Will. I want to see your beautiful face when you come for me." 

She had me at "I".  

"And remember how I pulled you outside, with only a glance from Giles.  Remember how I lifted you
up onto those crates?" 

We were to the bedroom and her lips were passing over my neck, her teeth nipping here and there. 
My hands roamed her body, squeezing her firm ass, tugging at her shirt, caressing her breast. She
held me against the wall, both of us knowing we had to get into the bedroom and do our thing
quickly.  But we were both caught up in the memory of that day. 

"Yeah, baby." I told her, pulling her against me tighter. 

"How I pushed your skirt up, and pulled your panties aside?" 

"Oh yeah..." I moaned, feeling her hand cup my sex and press against me through my jeans. 

"'Member how wet you were, baby? How I slid my fingers into you so easily... how I fucked you hard
and fast?"

"Goddess..." 

She dragged her teeth across my jaw line and licked my bottom lip. Her other hand had found my
nipple and was squeezing it, rolling it between her fingers. 

"You felt so good, baby." She continued. "It was so hot... You were hot. Out in the open like
that... where anyone could see." 

I remembered how scared I was of getting caught, but not able to stop her, too worked up and in
need of Buffyhand, as Tara might have put it. 

"You came so hard for me, Will. Didn't you?"

"Uh huh..." I nodded, licking and sucking that tender bit of flesh on her neck where I can feel
her pulse. 

"Rocking back and forth on those crates, fucking my fingers and holding on to me like that..."  

I moaned again, feeling my cunt twitch with the memory of our need for each other. Knowing that
nothing had changed since that day. If anything, that need had grown stronger. 

She caught my lips with hers and we kissed, tasting and exploring with hungry vigor. I caught her
tongue between my teeth and pulled, sucking on it.  I knew exactly what that tongue could do to
other parts of my body.  That thought made a fresh wave of desire ripple over me.  But I didn't
want her tongue.  I wanted her fingers.  I was wet, throbbing, and wanted to feel her fingers
pounding into me with that slayer strength that she was always trying to keep in check. 

"Bedroom, Buffy. Now."  I demanded, almost breathlessly as soon as she broke the kiss. 

The door slammed behind us and we fell into another crushing kiss, our hands tearing at our
clothes, seeking hot, bare skin and the closest contact possible.  

"You want me to fuck you, baby?" She asked, pushing me onto the bed and grabbing my undone jeans. 

"Fuck me, Buffy." I told her, my eyes never leaving hers.  

She loved to hear me tell her to fuck me.  She loved when I begged her to fuck me harder and she
never disappointed.

Our clothes were gone seconds later, pieces strewn here and there. Her shirt hung from the lamp
even! 

"Oh, Buffy!" I cried when I felt her wet sex rub against mine. 

She thrust against me with her hips, grunting, our wet folds smashing and smearing.  I wrapped my
legs around her waist and bucked up against her.  Her mouth was on my shoulder, sucking and
biting. One of my hands was caught between us, rolling her nipple between my index finger and
thumb, tugging on it, while the other caused half moons on her back as I held her to me.   

We moved together, thrusting our hips forward and panting with our efforts.  We were getting
close; the friction of our cunts rubbing together and the pressure on our bellies was pushing us
toward the edge.  

But I needed more. And I knew she did too. 

***

"Bedroom, Buffy. Now." She demanded and I quickly pulled her into the bedroom, slamming the door
behind us. 

I pulled her against me, crushing my mouth to hers and deepening the kiss immediately. The kiss
was bruising and I marveled, not for the first time, at Willow's hunger and inclination for pain
with her pleasure. 

I pushed her onto the bed, hooking my fingers in the waistband of her jeans and panties. 

"You want me to fuck you, baby?" I asked her, knowing how much she did, but needing to hear her
say it.  

I stripped her pants off. 

"Fuck me, Buffy."  She looked right at me when I said that, her eyes never leaving mine. 

Her words sent a shot of arousal straight to my sex, causing it to ache more.  A deep ache that
almost hurt. I tore at my clothes, flinging them and not caring where they landed. She did the
same and soon we were both naked. 

We wasted no time admiring, as we usually might. And I love to admire.  I trace my eyes over every
smooth line, over every curve and bend in her beautiful body.  Her pale skin is a map I had easily
memorized, but wanted to relearn again and again. 

But not this time.

I jumped on her, pressing my body to hers, weeping sex to sex.

"Oh Buffy!" She cried out. 

I felt her legs wrap around me, thrusting against me. I could feel her hot, wetness, mixing with
mine as we moved against each other.  I licked her, relishing the sweet taste of her skin,
smelling her arousal and feeding off the pheromones she was exuding. I couldn't help but bite her
and suck that wonderful taste into my mouth. 

Willow rolled and tugged on my nipple, the sensation caused me to thrust against her harder,
grunting into her neck as I sucked the tender flesh into my mouth, holding it with my teeth.  Our
movement was heated, pushing us both toward release.  I needed to touch her. I needed to be inside
her. 

I pulled back, causing a whimper to escape from her lips.  But as I slid onto her thigh I felt her
hand around my wrist, demanding me to hurry up and touch her.  She really is an eager little
thing. I love that about her. 

I slid two fingers into her easily, her juices coating my fingers.  She really was dripping wet,
and I wanted to take my fingers out to taste them, but we needed to make this a quickie.  Well, as
quickly as we could, anyway. 

My thumb was on her clit.  It was swollen and exposed, simply begging for more attention.  I
thrust in and out of Willow's hole, my thumb running up and then back down over her clit with the
motion of my hand. Her fingers twisted and pulled on my nipples, causing a sweet pain that ran
down into my cunt and spread out into the rest of me.  

I moved my hips in rhythm with my arm.  As I pushed forward and entered her with my fingers, I
thrust against her raised thigh, dragging my soaked sex over the toned muscle, smearing me on her.


"Oh Goddess... Oh Buffy... Oh..." She started to chant; her eyes squeezed shut and her fingers
painfully tight around my nipples.  

"Yeah baby... Yeah..." I urged her on, feeling how close I was myself.  

Her hands left my breasts and found the sheets beside us, bunching them up into her little hands
as she began to buck her hips more forcefully with her oncoming orgasm.  

I stilled myself on her thigh as best I could, gritting my teeth. I wanted to come, but I wanted
to feel her fingers on me more.  

"Oh Buffy," She repeated, "Fuck me harder!" 

And I did. I thrust into her with three fingers. Hard, short jabs into her clenching hole over and
over. 

She was beautiful, her flushed body moving against me in absolute pleasure, so close to release. 

And it was all because of me. 

"Baby! Baby don't stop! Baby... Oh!" She cried out, jerking up against me, her orgasm rocketing
through her.  

She clung to my fingers with her muscles but I continued to move my hand, drawing out her orgasm
as much as possible.  My own sex throbbed and ached, begging for attention, for release of its
own.  

She stilled my hand, panting and trying to regain her breath.  I could feel her pulse racing and I
bent to lick and suckle the spot on her neck that beat so quickly. I felt her lips on my ear,
opening and pulling my lobe into her mouth, running her tongue over it.  I giggled into her neck. 

"We're not done yet." She told me, pushing me back and away from her neck. 

"No?" 

I looked at her, feigning innocence while bringing my hand up to my lips at the same time. My
fingers were coated with her cream and I slid them into my mouth, savoring the taste of her. 

Her eyes widened and she gulped.  I knew I wasn't helping her get her energy back, but I couldn't
hold off tasting her.  I also knew how much she loved to see me lick her off of me.  

"You are so sexy!" She growled.

So much for not helping with her energy. 

The next thing I knew, I was on my back and Willow's fingers were searching out my folds,
gathering her own sample to taste later.  

"Oh shit..." I breathed and squeezed my eyes shut as her fingers circled and then pinched my clit,
pulling and massaging it.  

Her mouth found my nipple and she scraped her teeth over it before sucking it into her mouth. 
Sucking hard, causing me to jerk up and writhe beneath her.  

"Willow!" 

Her fingers were inside me all of a sudden and I was coming, clutching her to me and bucking my
hips against her thrusting fingers.  

Our lips met and we kissed greedily, tongues tumbling back and forth. I took deep breaths through
my nose so as not to have to break from the kiss. I knew she could taste the remnants of her
release on my lips still.  And I knew she loved it. 

Amazing was the feelings she created in me. 

No, created wasn't right. Allowed me to have. Encouraged.  

This primal strength; a need to conquer and claim.  I felt it with my past lovers, but could never
fully let that side of me out with them.  It was a slayer thing, I knew.  Faith had it. She wore
hers out in the open, unhidden, unashamed.  And, while I wasn't ashamed to let the slayer in me
slip to the surface during sex with Willow, I always tried to subdue it the rest of the time.

Except during the hunt. The fight. The kill. Then I was all Slayer.  All force.  Willow loved that
in me.  She appreciated and admired it.  Hell, it turned her on.  I couldn't help but wonder if
I'd find that with another lover.  Was it the time we'd spent together as friends, her knowing all
my insecurities and fears and secrets?  The times I'd confided in her about my questions regarding
my slayer abilities.  

Exploring my slayer abilities to their fullest was like going through puberty again. There were so
many strange sensations, desires. I had so many questions, and while I did eventually corner Giles
on a few occasions to gain answers, it was Willow I shared it all with.  The only thing I ever hid
from my Wills was the truth of my feelings for her, and the things Faith and I had gotten up to.  

But all of that was past us now.  And there in my arms lay my red headed beauty, fully accepting
anything I had to give.  

"Come on, Willow." I whispered, nudging her. 

"Already?" She rested her chin on my chest and looked up at me with those large green eyes. 

"As much as I'd love to stay here with you all night..."

"I know, I know..." She said, giving in quickly. 

She was halfway to the bathroom and I was just sitting up, testing the area on my neck that she
had latched on to, wondering how bad I might have hurt her.  Sometimes I left marks that took days
to even fade and left her sore.  She didn't seem to mind, but I worried.  

"Join me?" She asked, casting me a sexy grin, her hair all tousled from our quick fix. 
"You betcha!" I jumped up to join her in the shower.  

***

They were at it again! 

I was halfway up the stairs when I heard Willow chanting my sister's name. Ewww... 

I mean, don't get me wrong, it was wicked cool they were together and I didn't mind them being
lesbian lust bunnies, but did I need constant exposure to it? Surely this would warp my tender,
young mind. 

Yeah, I don't buy it either. 

My mind was plenty warped already. Drenched actually, with thoughts about sex and kissing and sex
and boyfriends and sex. But I was nearly sixteen, and my first kiss had been with a vampire who
tried to eat me. And not in the good way. No, I needed a boyfriend - a human boy - to let the
hormones loose on. And Markus, he sure was a cutie! But I was sure he wasn't interested in me,
just being nice. And even if he was interested, he was probably like every other teenage boy at my
school, out for one thing. I wonder how Buffy dealt with that. Geeze, I wonder how she dealt with
Xander at my age. 

I wanted something more than just fooling around in the back of a car like Tanya and Melody. I
wanted a boyfriend. I wanted someone to hold my hand. To take me out. Someone I could laugh with
and be myself around; who would accept me for me.  Someone who would hold me and kiss me and touch
me, but if I said no, he'd understand. Okay, so maybe I was dreaming, but it was my dream, damnit.


They were going at it again, this time in Willow's room, and I wondered when they were just going
to move into the same bedroom. It made no sense to me for them to be in separate rooms. They never
slept apart anymore, and the last time I helped with the laundry, I found half of Willow's clothes
in Buffy's room. Which reminds me, I should probably tell Will about the tops of hers I have...

So I ended up in the living room instead of going up to my room. I sat down cross legged in front
of the TV and sipped on my Coke, flipping through the six channels we had over and over and... I
was bored. I looked up to the ceiling and wondered if they were done.  I heard them at night
sometimes, like I used to hear Tara and Willow.  It was different though.  Not just the voices,
the tones as well.  I can't really explain it. It just sounded different, like there was something
deeper going on between Buffy and Willow. Like, maybe all the years they'd been in love but too
stupid to do anything about it was finally coming to the surface. 

But again, I didn't really need to hear all that. All the time. Like, every night. Sometimes
before and after Buffy went on patrol. I don't even want to think about them going on patrol
together!  And no one can tell me they weren't having sex during the day if they were both home,
either.  

The phone rang and I got up to get it. 

"Hey Dawnie." 

"Hi Tara!" I said happily, glad to hear her voice. "What's up?" 

"Um, n-not much." 

She paused and I chewed on the pen I'd found on the coffee table. 

"Is Buffy or Willow there?" 

"Yeah, they're... uh... well they're kinda... um..."

"Oh."

I slapped myself upside the head. I couldn't just say they were out?

"Sorry Tara..."

"Wha-? Oh! No... No, it's okay. I'm happy for them, Dawn. I-I'm glad they're together." She told
me.

"You are?" I asked.

"Of course, sweetie!" 

"Oh, well... I just thought..."

"I-I know. But really, it's all very good."

There was silence again and I knew something was going on.  She didn't sound like herself. She
sounded really nervous, maybe even scared. 

"Tara?"

"Yes?" 

"Are you okay?" 

Another long pause. 

"'Cause if you're not... well, you know we're here for you. You're still family."
"Y-you're a s-sweetheart, Dawn." She told me, her voice cracking.  

I smiled at her remark, but I knew she was crying. 

"Tara?" 

My voice was soft, concerned. 

"Tara, what's wrong?"

Another long pause and then more sniffling. 

"'Cause you're kinda starting to freak me out here."

"Oh, no! No Dawnie, I'm sorry... I-I shouldn't have... I-I'm s-s-sorry..."

"Don't be sorry. Please, just tell me what's wrong. Did something happen? O-or did you get
attacked? A vampire??" 

I really was starting to freak.  Tara never called just to cry on the phone.  Who does unless
something bad has happened? I loved Tara, she was like another big sister, and I wanted to go kick
the ass of whatever it was that had hurt her.  So, okay, I'd get Buffy to go kick its ass, but I'd
watch. Or at least feel better later.

"No Dawn." She started again, "N-Nothing attacked me. Nothing like that."

"Then what?" I tried again.

"I w-was supposed to come over tonight and I thought I'd postpone that..."

"Cool! I didn't know you were coming over."

She sighed and didn't say anything for a few seconds. Neither did I.  Whatever was wrong, Tara was
trying to hold it together as best she could. 

"I-I'll be there in a little while." She finally said, softly. 

"Okay, Tara."

"Dawnie?" She sounded scared again.
"Yeah?"

"Y-you know I'll a-always love you, don't you?"

I thought about this and the conversation we'd had soon after she left Willow.  She had reassured
me then that she'd always love me and would always be there for me if I needed her, and I knew she
would be. 

"I know. We've had this conversation before. Remember?" 

"Yeah, I remember. S-super sized milkshake m-monster and all."

I giggled, knowing I could eat my weight in milkshake and how surprised everyone always was when I
did, no matter how many times they'd seen it. 

"They're yummy!" I said, rubbing my belly.

"They'll make you sick." 

"Never happen." I reassured her. 

She paused again and I could almost picture her smiling and shaking her head at me.  

"See you in a bit." She said, finally.

"Okay."

After I hung up the phone I stood there looking at it for a few seconds. Tara had been crying. She
was pretending like nothing was wrong, but I knew better.  I heard the water running from the
shower upstairs and hoped I would get to talk to Buffy or Willow before Tara came over. 

I was worried.
**

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"Everyone's gettin' spanked but me."  - Willow


	
		
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