Fic: RR&R Book IV (7a/?) NC17 see header for pairings

Title: Repercussions, Reactions and Retaliation Book IV

Author: The Bear!

Spoilers: None really, this is in the Triadverse AU and follows RR&R Book III (it’s about a month later)

Pairing: Willow/Buffy/Tara Joyce/Giles Dawn/Xander Faith/Non-BtVS Characters

Summary: An enemy begins a campaign to bring down the Scoobies; plus, the Watcher’s Council is coming to town, but I repeat myself.

Warnings: NC17 (People will be having hot, sweaty, sticky, kinky, yummy sex in this story! (This chapter is chock full) If that offends you, feel free to PISS OFF)

Disclaimer: If I owned ‘em, they’d have to show it on the Xstasy Network.

Author’s Note: This is a week later than I promised. Sorry. I’m not promising anything for the next chapter. It’ll be done when it’s done.

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Chapter 7

“Hey, Arch, you got something?” Warrick Brown asked as he entered the AV lab.

Archie Johnson, the resident audio/video technician looked up from his console with a look of incredulity on his face. “That depends,” he answered.

“On what?” Warrick asked, brows raised.

“Are you for real with this?” Archie asked—his voice full of doubt. “I mean, are you sure Sara’s not playing some kind of elaborate practical joke here?”

Warrick sat down, sighing in disbelief. “You’re saying they match?”

“No question, positive match,” Archie said, shaking his head. “We got a perfect full-face still off the video, and of course the alleged crime scene photo.”

“And they’re a hundred percent match?” Warrick sought confirmation once more.

“Either he’s an identical twin—” he trailed off, turning to gesture at the video screen which was showing a loop of the man in question as he approached the building’s exit. “Or, you’re looking at a dead man walking.” He held up one of the crime scene photos and added, “Only, with less of that ‘dead look’ around the eyes.”

“Man, this is unbelievable,” Warrick mumbled.

“Hey cheer up,” the tech teased. “At least the sun was up.”

“What are you talking about?” Warrick asked, confused.

“Well, you can be sure he wasn’t a vampire,” the tech said with a mocking smile.

“Right,” Warrick said with a humorless chuckle. Shaking his head at the whole situation, he stood up to leave. “Vampire, yeah, like that could happen,” he muttered as he walked out of the room.

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“I hate this Tara!” Buffy's voice was emotional.

‘Oh goddess no; I had hoped that we’d taken care of that,’ Tara thought, concerned that their cleansing ritual might not have been sufficient. “Are you starting to feel panicky?” she asked softly.

“What?” Buffy asked, surprised. “Oh, no,” she said contemplatively as she obviously realized to what Tara was referring. “No, actually, I’m good.”

“That’s great, sweetie!” Tara said enthusiastically.

“Yeah, that’s great, and what the hell are you talking about?” Cordelia interjected.

‘Blunt as ever, apparently,’ Tara thought, suppressing a grin.

“Long story,” Buffy said dismissively.

‘Oh yes, I’m sure that will work,’ Tara thought sardonically. In order to forestall a bout of Cordelia-esque interrogation, she explained, “Someone put a curse on Buffy to make her go into a panic attack at the thought of being separated from Willow or me for any length of time.”

“Fascinating,” Wesley interjected. “What curse, and how was it set? Do you know the source?”

“Down watcher-boy,” Buffy snapped.

“We don’t know...well, anything really,” Tara interjected, smoothing over her lover’s impatience. “We didn’t even know it was a curse until we did a cleansing ritual and it was expelled.”

“That’s quite interesting,” Wesley said excitedly. “If I may ask, what ritual did you employ?”

“Warwick’s standard,” Tara said, unable to keep a reminiscent smile from her mouth.

“I see,” Wesley said contemplatively. Then his eyes glossed over and his jaw dropped a bit. “Oh, I...uh...ahem, I see,” he added hoarsely.

‘Mmm, the mental image struck him,’ Tara thought smugly.

“Whatever,” Cordelia said dismissively. “What I want to know is why would someone want to kill Dawn? Why is she in Las Vegas anyway, and why is that doofus Xander with her?

“That’s what I’m pissed off about—someone’s trying to kill my little sister and I don’t know why!” Buffy shouted, throwing her hands up in the air.

“Didn’t Willow say that the man in Cordelia’s vision was, ah...already disposed of?” Wesley asked.

“Unfortunately,” Tara began as she walked over to wrap her girlfriend up in a hug. “This isn’t the first time this has happened.”

“Really?” Wesley sounded surprised.

“This makes three times,” Tara explained.

“And every time it’s in Las Vegas!” Buffy complained. “I swear I’m never letting her set foot in that city again!”

“Which brings us back to my question, why is she even there?” Cordelia asked, sounding exasperated.

“It’s all my fault,” Buffy lamented sadly.

“It is not!” Tara said forcefully.

“But if I hadn’t been all panicky,” Buffy started protesting.

“Stop,” Tara commanded. “It wasn’t your fault, it was a curse that someone or something put on you,” she presented the facts. “And if I ever find out who did it I’m going to make them wish they were never born!” she added in a low growl.

“Ohh, Mistress!” Buffy whispered in a sigh.

The sight of her pet’s arousal dampened Tara’s anger immediately. ‘Mmm, I’m thinking we’re gonna have a little one-on-one playtime later,’ she mused happily.

“Seriously, do you guys ever not think about sex?” Cordelia complained.

“Yes, well,” Wesley interjected, blushing strongly. “You were about to explain why it was that Dawn had made this particular trip?”

“Giles wanted this witch-friend of his in England to look at this amulet thingy I got from this wanna-be master vamp, and he said a witch should take it so the witches there would cooperate and stuff,” Buffy started quickly speaking. “And I freaked out about Will or Tara going without me, 'cause I couldn’t go 'cause Giles didn’t want to leave Faith here with no backup. So Dawn volunteered to go, but then it turned out that the witches weren’t in England cause there was some conference they went to, which—it turns out—was in Vegas, so that’s where Dawn and Xander went.”

“What, you’re channeling Willow now?” Cordelia quipped. “God, take a breath!”

‘Willow's definitely rubbing off on my little Slayer,’ Tara thought, smiling at the image accompanying the double entendre.

“I don’t understand,” Wesley said, sounding as confused as he looked. “Surely Faith could patrol the Hellmouth on her own for a few days?”

“She totally could, except that Travers guy is in town and Giles didn’t want to leave Faith by herself with him around,” Buffy explained, while shooting a glare at Cordelia.

“Good Lord!” Wesley exclaimed. “I should think Quentin would avoid Sunnydale like the plague after what I heard regarding the last visit by the council.

“Yeah, well he asked nice, so I let him and one of his little toadies come, so long as they promised to behave themselves,” Buffy explained.

“I...I see,” he stammered, looking a bit shell-shocked.

‘I bet he never imagined Quentin asking permission,’ Tara thought with a sardonic grin.

After a moment, his demeanor turned thoughtful once again. “I still fail to see how your sister could be a suitable replacement for Willow or Tara.”

“Dawnie’s our apprentice,” Tara said proudly. “She’s actually very advanced.”

“Dawn’s a witch?” Cordelia asked disbelievingly. “Are you teaching Xander magic too, because dweeb-boy and magic? So don’t mix, believe me,” she added.

Tara was surprised when Buffy shivered in her arms.

“Ugh, love spell!” the blonde Slayer muttered, sounding appalled.

“More like, every woman in Sunnydale going mental and trying to kill me spell!” Cordelia corrected, but with equal emotional fervor.

‘Sounds like a story I should hear,’ Tara thought. Aloud she answered Cordelia's original question, “No, he went because Dawn went. They’re together.”

“Duh, I know they’re there together—I’m asking why?” Cordelia asked again, clearly not understanding what Tara had said.

“No Cordelia,” Buffy interjected. “They’re *together* together.”

The former prom queen’s jaw dropped for several seconds and then she sputtered, “They’re...dating?”

Tara couldn’t suppress a giggle at the look on Cordelia’s face.

Buffy sighed resignedly. “They live together Cordy,” she explained.

“Xander moved in with your mom and Dawn?” Cordy asked, still misunderstanding.

‘Denial runs deep,’ Tara thought, still smiling at the brunette’s unrelenting cluelessness.

“No, Dawn moved in with Xander—into his apartment. They had separate rooms at first, but they...um...don’t any more,” Buffy trailed off.

“Xander’s sleeping with Dawn,” Cordelia mumbled in a daze.

“Don’t seem to do much sleeping if you ask me,” Buffy mumbled, causing Tara to laugh aloud.

“That pervert!” Cordelia suddenly growled.

“Hey!” Buffy immediately rose to her friend’s defense. “He is not! What they have is—” she trailed off, apparently unable to think of a appropriate adjective.

“It’s not like it seems,” Tara tried to more gently explain.

“Oh, so he’s not having sex with a minor, cause it seems to me—”

“Cordelia, please!” Wesley interjected suddenly. “It’s hardly any of our business.”

‘That’s a surprise,’ Tara thought. ‘Still, better him than Buffy,’ she added to herself, having felt Buffy stiffen in her arms.

“What?” Cordelia almost choked, spinning to face her coworker.

“It’s none of our business,” he repeated calmly. “She’s of age, and whatever other factors may come into play, it would be up to her mother and sister to resolve them, not you.”

For the second time in as many minutes Cordelia’s jaw dropped in shocked silence, though this time Tara was just able to keep her laughter from bubbling forth.

“Perhaps then we should take our leave, after all we’ve delivered the details of your vision, and they seem to have things well in hand.” He turned toward Buffy and Tara and said, “Well, it was good to see you again, of course. Please pass on our greetings to the others when you see them, will you?”

“Of course,” Tara quickly answered, hoping Wesley would be successful in removing Cordelia before her shock wore off. “Thank you so much for coming all this way.”

“Absolutely,” Wesley said as he herded the still sputtering seer toward the door.

‘She’s catching on,’ Tara thought with a smile as Buffy quickly leapt to open the door and allow the LA contingent to exit. “Good night, drive safe!” she said cheerily.

“Whew, we dodged a bullet on that one!” Tara muttered with relief as the door closed.

“I’ll say!” Buffy agreed vehemently, just as the sound of outraged yelling sounded out—muffled by the thickness of the door.

Tara giggled. “Did you see the look on her face?” she asked with a snicker.

“I almost feel sorry for Xander the next time she sees him,” Buffy replied.

“Almost?” Tara asked with one eyebrow raised.

“Well,” Buffy trailed off with an evil grin. “He is the guy that’s schtupping my little sister.”

“Buffy!” Tara chastised, torn between outrage and laughter.

“I’m just sayin’,” the Slayer muttered.

“Well, what if Dawn felt the same way about us?” Tara countered with a smile. “Willow and I are the depraved, wanton lesbians that seduced her sister, after all.”

“That’s different,” Buffy retorted, “I’m...older,” she added—once again ignoring logic when it became inconvenient.

Tara just smiled indulgently.

“Besides, I think she’s too busy playing flirty with Willow to be upset with her.”

“Buffy!” Tara sputtered, shocked.

“Oh don’t tell me you haven’t noticed the way she’s been teasing Xander with it,” Buffy said, hands on hips and looking as though she was daring Tara to deny it.

Tara just gaped at her. ‘I didn’t realize you’d noticed,’ she thought, blushing lightly at her assumption.

“And, my naughty little pet doesn’t seem to mind too much, does she?” Buffy went on.

“You can’t think Willow’d,” Tara started, suddenly concerned.

“No,” Buffy quickly interjected. “No I don’t think either of them would really do anything, but I know Willow fantasizes about it.”

“Gives you a good reason to put her over your knee,” Tara said, feeling a little calmer. ‘That explains why Willow-spankings have been on the rise lately,’ she realized.

Moving forward to pull Buffy into a hug, Tara softly spoke. “Well, Willow did spend most of her life with a giant crush on Xander. I suppose it’s only natural that she’d still find him attractive.”

“Yeah,” Buffy agreed. “Plus there’s the hotness that is my sister.”

Tara jerked back to look into Buffy's eyes. “Huh?” she said with wide eyes, shocked by her lover’s admission.

“I know, I know,” Buffy sighed resignedly. “I can’t believe I said it either.”

“I...I,” Tara stammered, clueless as to how to respond.

“It just not fair, Tara!” Buffy said with an exaggerated pout. “It goes against all laws of nature that my *little* sister is, like, four inches taller than me—not to mention a whole cup size bigger, and—”

Tara cut her off with a toe-curling kiss. ‘Mmm, yummy Buffy kisses...I just can’t get enough!’

“Huh?” Buffy grunted, dazed and crosseyed when they finally came up for air.

“Yes, Dawn’s a hottie, but I’ve got my favorite Summers girl right here,” Tara explained. She punctuated the point by grabbing a handful of Buffy's ass with one hand and a fist full of hair with the other before once again claiming the Slayer’s mouth in a searing kiss.

‘Want...now!’ Tara thought, immediately acting upon her desire by forcing Buffy backwards until they were up against the front wall, right by the door.

At that point she switched her grip. She let go of Buffy's ass and hair to instead slide one hand up under the smaller blonde’s halter top—softly kneading her breast. Her other hand slid along the expanse of Buffy's uncovered tummy, down into her tight leather pants. She smiled against the Slayer’s mouth—still not breaking the kiss—at the slick moisture she found there.

Buffy moaned loudly into her mouth as Tara curled two fingers up into her warm sex—using what little room was available in the tight pants to slide her hand up and down, fingers rubbing against her inner sweet spot; palm mashing her clit in small, grinding circles.

‘Mine!’ Tara thought, insofar as her metal state at that point could be considered ‘thought’. She was driven to possess her pet, driving her toward release while at the same time reestablishing her clear dominance over the woman.

Buffy's hands grasping at her back were barely noticeable as Tara focused on driving her pet higher and higher up the path of pleasure until minutes later when the lithe blonde shattered, screaming into Tara’s mouth and tightly squeezing the larger woman’s fingers inside her nearly to the point of pain.

Tara began to slow her movements, softening the kiss and a few moments later removing her hand from Buffy's pants. ‘Yes, that’s exactly what I needed!’ Tara thought, feeling blissful even though her body hummed with arousal.

“Love you Mistress!” Buffy gasped, drawing great draughts of air as she slowly calmed down. “God I love you so much!”

Tara smiled broadly at Buffy's declaration. She brought her sticky fingers up to her face and inhaled deeply through her nose. “Mmm, I do love your scent, Slayer,” she said in a lazy voice. She took her time meticulously licking her fingers clean, while surreptitiously observing her pet in her peripheral vision.

‘Oh, poor Slayer looks hungry,’ she thought sardonically at the dazed look on her pet’s face. ‘I guess I should give her something to eat.’

“I’m wondering something Slayer,” Tara said after having finished her little teasing session.

“W-what’s that, Mistress?” Buffy asked, her voice raspy with desire.

“Well, I can’t decide if I should drag you back to the bedroom...or if I should just push you down onto your knees and order you to lick my pussy right here,” she stated as though she were carefully weighing the pro’s and cons of each.

Buffy whimpered loudly.

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