Heaven Lost, Paradise Found

by Moondancer

Copyright © 2006

moonb1@hotmail.com

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Buffy and Tara or any other characters used in this piece of fiction are the property of Joss and Mutant Enemy. They in no way belong to me and I am not receiving any profit by using them in this or any other story.
Distribution: The Mystic Muse: http://mysticmuse.net
All others, please ask first.
Feedback: Would love it!! Good, bad or ugly...or um...well, any is fine, thanks.
Spoilers: Season 6, after Dead Things.
Author's Notes: I also use the divine characters of Aphrodite and Cupid as shown on Xena: Warrior Princess and Hercules: The Legendary Journeys. These too do not belong to me but to Renaissance Pictures and I am not making any money with them and will return them unscathed when I am done borrowing them…I promise.
Pairing: Buffy/Tara

"Two nests and three of those nasty, little slug-demons later and instead of slaying to exhaustion it simply hikes up my level of horniness! Aarrgghh!" thought Buffy as she exits the last cemetery on her route for the night and turns to head toward the Bronze instead of home, knowing Willow was there with Dawnie and neither would miss her since they should both be asleep by now.

No longer having any interaction with Spike, Buffy had gone from the extreme of craving even his abusive touch, just to be able to feel something, to now having all her emotions back and no bed-partner to share the more intense ones with.

The few months since she had broken down in Tara's lap over the whole very "eww" worthy situation begging the Wiccann not to forgive her, her self-hate so adamant at the time, the Slayer had continued seeing the blonde witch for occasional talks over coffee, always making a it a point to let Tara know that Spike was no longer in her life and she was making progress retrieving some normalcy after her resurrection.

Once she was back to patrolling regularly and with some enthusiasm Buffy began to experience the predictable "hungries and hornies" full swing. Not having anyone to help with the latter half of post-slayage hormonal rush had left her frustrated and truly lonely as well.

Walking through the red-light district of Sunnydale having to walk this direction from the cemetery in order to reach the Bronze Buffy began thinking about some of the feelings she had been experiencing since rebuking Spike and forming a friendship with Tara.

She had definitely noticed her growing attraction to the sweet, shy Wiccann but had no clue how to go about doing anything about it. Of course there was the fact that Buffy felt she didn't deserve to have someone who was so pure and special, but that certainly hadn't stopped her from fantasizing about the gorgeous blonde, especially while she tried to deal with her post-slayage hornies. Yes, Tara had been featured frequently in them lately, but the Slayer couldn't imagine a scenario that would ever occur in this reality where the sweet woman of her dreams would not only be willing but available to pursue the activities Buffy had visualized them doing together.

Keeping her senses open as she walked along Wilsher Blvd, a strip of bars and nightclubs lining each side of the dim-lit street, the Slayer could vaguely pick up hints of dark creatures but they were quite a ways off, plus she was done hunting for the night and she began watching the slow traffic of humans entering and exiting many of the establishments here.

Seeing one of the bars named, Illusia Buffy noticed as those coming and going from the place all seemed to be women and it sparked her interest as she thinks, "Ooook, Buff. Now, here's a place that might better serve you needs right now better than the Bronze. I mean, dancing is a fine way to blow off steam but you need something with a little more – oomph! – tonight, and you may just find someone here who could help you with that." Then with a smirk thinks, "Plus, like Faith said, time to find the fun, B."

Crossing the street, Buffy moves with determination deciding that if she can't have a certain, blonde Wiccann then maybe she could have another sweet blonde or brunette or redhead…her hornies getting the better of her as she enters the club Taking a moment to let her eyes adjust to the soft light and smoky haze, Buffy's nose is pleasantly assaulted by wafting incense causing her to think of Tara once again and she growls low in her throat, hungrily.

Hearing a low chuckle beside her the Slayer turns to see a tall brunette smiling knowingly at her and lifts a brow in question at which the woman holding herself confidently but with distinct femininity comments in response to her unasked question, "By the sound of it, you're in the right place."

Holding out her hand to shake Buffy's the woman introduces herself saying, "Hi, I'm Chelle." and the small blonde takes the offered hand to shake but not too firmly sensing that this is a genuinely nice person and not someone trying to pick her up right as she walks in the door, saying with a slight smile, "Hi Chelle, I'm Buffy. Nice to meetcha'."

Turning as one both women take in the tables scattered strategically around the bar, the counter with several women seated at it, the small dance floor with more women dancing in couples or even groups and Chelle quips, "A veritable smorgasbord." Causing Buffy to snort her agreement before they both begin moving toward the bar for a drink.

Surprised at her own level of confidence not only being in a lesbian bar but knowing she was here on the prowl, Buffy takes it in stride thinking, "Not like I'll know anyone here, or be known." As she orders an iced-tea from the very masculine bartender named, 'Mitch.'

Paying the woman the Slayer turns with her drink in hand to lean back against the counter and lets her eyes roam over the – what did Chelle call it – "a veritable smorgasbord of women" and the brunette taps her on the arm saying, "Hey, Buffy, what about that one?" as Chelle points with her chin toward the dance floor, where a curvaceous, honey-blonde woman sways to the music by herself, her back turned toward them.

Taking in the black, denim-clad, long legs leading up to a scrumptious (did she just think scrumptious?) full ass and hips seeing that the jeans were low-cut hip-huggers that leave a swatch of creamy white skin showing, then on up to the cropped, sheer-black blouse through which she sees a deep colored bra, what color she can't tell from here the Slayer gulps loudly her arousal spiking as she feels that the dancing woman is somehow familiar to her.

Taking another sip of her tea as she watches the woman twirl around to face them, Buffy chokes and sputters, spitting tea out as she recognizes her friend and oft-times fantasy-lover, Tara Maclay and Chelle slaps her helpfully on the back chuckling as she teases, "Well, that's not the way I like to attract women, but whatever works for you, Buff."

Wiping her mouth and chin with a napkin the embarrassed Slayer grumbles, "I know her." Before seeing that the not-so-shy Wiccann was staring right at her an amused glint in her blue eyes as she begins making her way toward them.

Blushing as Tara reaches them and stands with her head cocked to one side, an eyebrow quirked in curiosity and a slight smirk on her face, Buffy shrugs uselessly saying, "Um – hi, Tar?" causing her friend to chuckle softly as Chelle steps up with her hand out saying, "Hi, I'm Chelle, was just hanging out with Buffy here to um – see what we could see, I guess."

Giving the Slayer a look that said they would talk later Tara shakes the brunette's hand feeling a warm tingle and she says, "Nice to meet you, Chelle. Um, and what exactly d-did y-you two s-see?"

Before her new acquaintance can answer Buffy says, "Um, nothing – I mean, we just got here, or rather I just got here, not sure about Chelle. So, um – how are you Tara?"

Deciding to give her friend a break the Wiccann tells her, "I'm good, Buffy. I come down here about once a week to dance and s-socialize a-a bit. Never expected to see you here though." As Chelle looks back and forth between the two women feeling the sexual tension pouring off of them both she slips in, "Um, Buffy, Tara – it's been nice meeting you both, but if you don't mind, I'm going to go browse a bit."

Breaking eye contact with the witch Buffy chuckles at her word-usage saying, "You too, Chelle and um – good luck with your…browsing, huh?" as Tara just watches in slight surprise as the Slayer whom she thought to be very, very straight interacts with Chelle with such ease, even going so far to tease her about being on the prowl, and she waves at the woman as she moves off on her pursuit.

Turning back to Tara, Buffy smiles more at ease now than when she first spotted the blonde Wiccann and asks, "Would you like something to drink, Tara?" as her friend nods with a smile of her own to say, "Iced-tea, please, Sweetie." then watches as 'Mitch' goes to pour it, before Buffy asks, "Would you like to get a table with me?"

Gazing at her seemingly not-so-straight friend as Buffy accepts the drink from the bartender and pays her for it, Tara says quietly, "Yes, Buffy – I'd like that."

So they move toward the back wall seeing an open table for two as Tara thinks, I wonder if Buffy knows I have feelings for her? And why is she here? Just testing the waters or getting ready to take the plunge? Oh, she has sooo much explaining to do. And they sit across from each other quietly sipping their iced-teas letting the silence between them grow.

Finally having allowed the silence to go on long enough, Tara sets her drink back, leans forward to look Buffy in the eyes than asks her, "Are you going to tell me why my seemingly-always-been-straight friend showed up in a lesbian bar down on Wilsher Blvd tonight, Buff – or am I just to assume you've switched teams while I wasn't looking?"

Mouth opening and closing a few times at the direct very blunt question from Tara Buffy snaps it closed takes a deep breath runs a hand over her face then looks back at the waiting Wiccann saying, "After patrol I decided to go to the Bronze to blow off some steam, ya' know dancing? But while I was making my way there I started to review my growing attraction for a – um – woman I know. Well, suffice it to say, I noticed all the women coming and going from this place and decided to stop in to see what it was like. I met Chelle by the front door and she made some comment about me being in the right place so we ordered drinks and began looking around, that's when you saw me and here we are."

Sitting back to take a much needed swallow of iced-tea Buffy watches as Tara assimilates her story before blue eyes meet her hazel ones with a curious lift to her lips she says, "So, you haven't switched teams but you're curious about being with a woman because you've found yourself attracted to one, and this – Illusia – just fell into place for you on your walk to the Bronze where you were going to blow off steam after slaying tonight. Do I have that right, Sweetie?"

Shifting in her seat as she tries to figure a way around telling the blonde witch that she is hornier than hell, attracted to her and was looking for a substituted for her because she didn't believe Tara could ever love her, Buffy doesn't answer right away and Tara watches the play of emotions on the Slayer's face.

Leaning across the small table Tara takes Buffy's hand in her own feeling a heat from the Slayer that she wasn't expecting as the bar was kept quite cool and says, "Buffy, Sweetie, you know you can tell me anything and I will not judge you. We'd established that I thought. I can see you're struggling with something so tell me – whatever it is it will be all right, I promise."

Knowing she could trust the woman without a single doubt but also knowing that she didn't trust herself, Buffy sighs heavily then begins, "First off, I need you to know that I trust you implicitly, Tara, so don't ever believe that I would keep something from you for fear of you breaking that trust. No, that's furthest from my mind." And seeing a serious nod from the Wiccann who says, "Good, that's good, Sweetie. I am glad you trust me Buffy, but what –"

Stopping in mid-question as the petite blonde holds up her free hand to explain Tara realizes she is still holding Buffy's other hand as her friend says, "It's that I do not trust myself, Tar." and drops her eyes before continuing, "I don't ever want to lie to you Tara, but what I have to say may just ruin one of the greatest friendships that I've ever had."

Squeezing the Slayer's hand for support the Wiccann says, "Sweetie, you will never lose my friendship, don't you realize that?" ending in a whisper as she sees that Buffy still hasn't stopped hating herself enough to understand that Tara could never, ever hate her, that in truth the witch loved the woman.

Finding herself getting angry at the Slayer's self-hatred Tara pulls her hand away before leaning back in her chair to drink her tea in an effort to keep from yelling at Buffy.

Watching as Tara pulls her hand away with such a quick change coming over her expressive eyes; one moment caring, the next almost…angry, Buffy wonders to herself, "Now, what did I do to get that reaction?" before Tara sets her glass down hard sending drops splattering out onto the table as she leans over to the surprised Slayer to say in a grating voice, "Now, you listen to me, Buffy Summers! You have absolutely no reasons left to continue hating yourself, none – do you hear me? And if you think that I, that I could ever even come close to hating you then you Slayer, have another think coming!"

Gaping into flashing blue eyes as Tara reprimands her for her self-loathing it takes Buffy a minute to shuffle through the things Tara said, but more what she left unsaid before she blinks several times to whisper, "You – you l-love me…" causing the Wiccann to gasp softly as she sits back in her chair.

Finally nodding her head, as there is no use trying to keep this truth to herself any longer, Tara admits, "I do Buffy, and I know you don't see m-me as a-anything other th-than a friend, but I-I won't lie to you either – I love you." and stares is slight confusion as Buffy sits across from her with the biggest grin she's ever seen on the Slayer's face appearing so asks, "What are you grinning at, Buffy?"

Shaking her head bemusedly, Buffy smiles softly at the confused pout on Tara's face as she explains, "The woman I've been attracted to…the one who I thought I couldn't have, so I came in here to possibly find a substitute for, is you Tara Maclay." and she watches as the blonde Wiccan gapes at her softly before a grin to match her earlier one begins to form on Tara's face.

Thinking to herself, Buffy loves me! Buffy Summers, the Slayer, loves me – Tara Maclay! before she stops to think over what else Buffy just said then frowns slightly asking, "Why did you think you couldn't have me, Buffy?"

Blushing as she realizes her slip, the guilty woman grumbles, "Stupid Slayer." making Tara smirk knowingly at her and say, "It wasn't that you couldn't have me, it's that you thought you didn't deserve me."

Before the Wiccan can scold her again Buffy says quickly, "I know, I know – no more hating myself, but Tara before finding out you loved me, I believed that – well you wouldn't be able to – you know – love me be-because I-I had been w-with h-h-him."

Without a word Tara jumps up to round the table so quickly that Buffy jumps up too, startled only to have the taller woman grab her around the neck and pull her in to a heated, passionate kiss, expressing everything she feels for the Slayer with action, since words didn't seem to be getting through to her.

Pulling back to catch her breath Tara rest her forehead against Buffy's before saying softly, "I love you, Sweetie – no conditions – no strings attached." As the smaller blonde lifts her tearing eyes to deep blur love-filled ones and says, "Oh, Ok." causing Tara to chuckle at her cutely.

Releasing the Slayer Tara pulls Buffy's chair around next to hers and sits motioning for Buffy to do the same, as she does the Wiccan says, "Now, you mentioned something about a substitute?" making Buffy groan and lower her head with a thump to the table top grumbling another, "Stupid Slayer."

Shaking her head in amusement Tara lifts Buffy's face from hiding to lean in and whisper against her ear, "You patrolled tonight and got a little worked up doing it, didn't you Buffy?" and receives a shiver and a grunt of admission in reply as she continues, "So, your plan was to find some blonde to go home with for the night, hoping she could satisfy your…itch for me, hmm?" Whimpering as her arousal shoots through her from Tara's contact against her ear straight to her center, the Slayer can only nod roughly and the Wiccann growls against her ear sending another bolt of desire streaking through her before saying, "I can guarantee you, Sweetie, no one can even come close to scratching that itch but me! So, who are you going home with, Slayer?" and she pulls back to look into eyes practically glowing with desire.

Growling deep in her throat Buffy stand quickly causing he chair to fall back but leaves it as she grabs Tara by the hand to lead the shocked-but-loving-it Wiccann toward the exit guiding them through the throng of women and on out into the night.

Standing unseen against the wall near the door the woman calling herself Chelle watches with a proud smirk as the two women get into the cab she had requested for them, not five minutes ago and sighs as her son pops in to say, "Hiya Moms! So, you got the Slayer and the Witch together, way to go!"

Turning to face him Aphrodite says, "Cupe – I thought I told you never to come near the lesbian joints. Sheesh kid, you don't have a clue when it comes to them."

Rolling his eyes the god of love gripes, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, but I'm not here to mess with you grrls, mom. I just popped in to warn you, Bliss got out again. So, you might wanna watch out for any odd pairing, ya' know."

Shaking her head in exasperation the love-goddess sighs again then says, "Fine, I'll keep my eyes peeled. Now, shoo – there's a chick over there that needs a nudge in the right direction before she takes off like last time."

Chuckling as he vanishes to let his mom do her thing, Cupid decides to follow the couple in the yellow cab just to make sure they really do get their groove on.

Unable to stop herself once they had gotten in the yellow cab that seemed to simply be waiting for them as they came out of the club Buffy waits until Tara pulls the door shut behind her then pulls the Wiccann into her to ravish those oh-so-kissable lips causing Tara to squeal then moan into the Slayer's mouth.

Not willing to let Buffy have all the control Tara reaches one hand up to the Slayer's left breast to find easily then squeeze an already very excited nipple, making Buffy gasp loudly and grind her heated center into the Wiccan's hip bone as Tara leans down to recapture her lips to ravish them much as Buffy had first done to hers.

When the cab stops the driver, politely keeping his eyes facing forward says, "Stevenson Hall, UCS, ladies. Oh, and the fares already covered by the bar." As he hears them opening the door he glances back to the smaller blonde holding out a $5 with a huge grin and she says, "That's for you, thanks for the ride."

Chuckling he takes it with a nod as the taller blonde pulls her out of the cab and slams the door, he guesses she's just in that kind of hurry, but he was happier driving these fares than the drunken one's any day of the week.

Reaching her dorm room Tara gets the keys out despite having Buffy attached to her lips once again and proceeds to open the door keeping the Slayer with her as she tosses the keys to the floor then using their melded bodies pushes back on the door to have it shut with the crash of them against it.

Snapping out of her Tara-induced hazed for a moment as she feels them slam into the door, Buffy still holding the Wiccann tightly breathes raggedly against her shoulder as Tara pants into the top of her head trying to catch her breath as well, and she hears Buffy mumble something into her shoulder.

Pulling back to look into eyes that seem to be almost glowing Tara asks, "What did you say, Sweetie?" as Buffy smiling somewhat sheepishly tells her, "Telling my Slayer hormones to calm down. I'm a little – no – I'm really, really, really over-the-top horny right now and I um – don't want to lose control."

Smiling warmly as she realizes what it took for Buffy to even admit that to her, Tara pulls back to take the Slayer's hand guiding her further into the room she says, "Understand something Buffy. I don't ever want you to feel like you have to hold back with me." seeing the Slayer about to protest she says, "No, Buffy, listen to me."

Nodding into deep blue eyes shining such love at her Buffy closes her mouth to let Tara continue and the Wiccan smiles her thanks before going on, "I've seen you in complete Slayer mode. I have seen you rip the hearts out of Vamps, slice through the necks of all sorts of demons, and smash a hell-goddess to a pulp with a Troll Hammer. Trust me when I say I know the strength you wield."

Pushing Buffy to sit down on the edge of her bed Tara kneels down to begin unlacing the Slayer's boots saying, "But, I also have seen you hold your heartbroken sister in your arms as she cried at the death of your mother. I have watched as you pulled punches with Faith because despite all she had done you really didn't want to hurt her. I know the heart that cries for every life you were unable to save since you've been called to be a Slayer, and I know – I absolutely know that your love for me will never allow you to hurt me or do anything that I might not want."

Setting the boots aside Tara leans back up to look into tear-filled eyes and says, "I want all of you Buffy Summers and that means not just the working, college woman who takes care of her teenage sister but the powerful, world-saving, oft times violent Slayer as well. I fell in love with the whole package, so don't ever hold back with me, please sweetie."

Taking a deep breath to exhale shakily Buffy looks deep into Tara's loving eyes to say, "I love you Tara Maclay and I will do everything in my power to keep you, but understand this – if ever there is a time when I lose control I will be trusting in your faith in me to keep you safe and never harm you, be-because I-I just don't h-have that faith in my-myself yet. Ok?"

Her eyes filled with unshed tears at just how much this precious woman truly trusted her, Tara leans in to whisper, "Ok, my love." Against Buffy's lips before placing a firm but short kiss on them. Pulling back she stands to begin peeling off her blouse to the lust-filled gaze of her heart's love, ready now to take their new relationship to the next level.

Watching as the sheer top slithers off Tara's creamy, soft arms to be allowed to fall to the ground, Buffy stands to begin pulling her own shirt off quickly so she doesn't miss seeing what Tara would take off next, and she whimpers at the look of burning desire that flashes in vibrant blue eyes as the Wiccan focuses on the Slayer's black, silk covered breasts.

Hearing the whimper that comes from the flushed woman before her, Tara looks up into Buffy's eyes once again noticing a slight yellow glow around her darkened irises and she smirks at the Slayer before beginning to unbutton the fly of her hip-huggers, simultaneously slipping the low-heeled black, ankle boots off her feet to kick to one side.

Feeling an almost constant hum vibrating through her body as she watches Tara slowly push her jeans down over her hips, Buffy gasps softly seeing that the woman wore no panties beneath her tight jeans and growls deeply as she smells the Wiccan's arousal strongly wafting up to invade her senses.

Undoing her leather pants, Buffy slides both her pants and g-string down her hips to step out of them as her eyes remain focused on the neatly trimmed patch of glistening dark blonde curls at Tara's apex and she kicks them to the side just as the witch steps toward her asking in a husky voice, "Sweetie, would you help me with my bra, please?"

Hands shaking as she nods her head, Buffy reaches behind the taller woman to unclasp the hooks whispering, "Hmm…purple." as she now can see just what dark color Tara's lacy bra is and she pulls one strap down before leaning in to place gentle kisses from one shoulder across Tara's upper chest to the other pulling the bra free as she goes.

Her heart pounding as her breath becomes more ragged Tara reaches around to unclasp Buffy's bra but gasps sharply when the slayer unable to wait any longer leans down to suck her left nipple into her hot mouth growling as she does so causing Tara to moan deeply and clutch Buffy's head to her breast crying out, "Buffy!"

Swirling her tongue around the stiff peak while trying to suck more of Tara's breast into her mouth Buffy reaches back to grasp firm ass cheeks and pulls the Wiccan into her feeling the woman's excitement against her hip and she growls again as the witch bucks into her crying her name a second time as she experiences a mini-orgasm.

With the hand clutching Buffy's head to her chest, Tara wraps her fingers into silky blonde hair to pull the Slayer away from her wonderfully tortured nipple and says in a voice she had never used before, "Listen up, Slayer, because I do not want to repeat myself."

Whimpering at the loss of her hew favorite toy, it takes Buffy a moment to focus her lust-addled mind on what Tara is saying and snaps her eyes up to meet sparkling blue ones hearing the commanding tone from the usually gentle woman, she nods to show Tara she has her attention, and the Wiccan continues in that same deep, husky commanding tone, "You are mine, tonight. You say you have an itch that needs to be scratched and I am the one who will be scratching it. Do you hear me, Slayer?"

Eyes so dilated with arousal that barely any hazel shows around her pupil as Buffy nods again saying, "Yes, Tara. I-I hear you." and the honey-blonde woman releases her hair to say, "Get on the bed, Buffy."

Literally throwing herself back onto the queen sized bed Buffy, her body humming more strongly then ever watches as Tara goes to lock the door, whispering a spell under her breath to have several candles light around the room creating a soft glow as she turns the overhead light off.

Turning back to the prone Slayer who is trembling with need so great the bed is shaking Tara climbs unto the bed to crawl up Buffy's length and straddles the panting woman telling her, " I know what you need right now, Buffy and I want you to let me give it to you. I know what I want to do will not hurt you unless of course, it is a pleasurable pain, but sweetie you need to be ready, because by the time to climax…all these walls and negative emotions that have been building up behind them will come crashing down. I am going to love you so completely that you will more than release sexual pressure, sweetie you will release emotion pressure as well." Then holding the woman's eyes asks, "Will you let me do this for you Buffy, because I won't go that far without your permission?"

Worried about what Tara is telling her will happen if she allows her to do what she wants, but truly trusting the Wiccan with everything she is Buffy finally nods into such loving blue eyes saying, "Yes Tara, please – I love you – I trust you."

Leaning down Tara doesn't hesitate as she kisses the Slayer with everything she has to offer her, slipping her tongue in to battle gently against Buffy's she continues her oral assault while grasping each of Buffy's hands in her own. Placing them above the woman's head as she breaks away from the kiss she says, "These stay here, Slayer. Don't grab the head board because it can't withstand your strength, but you can clutch the pillows when you feel the need, got it? and smiles at the Slayer's nod, Buffy panting, "No headboard – just pillows – got it."

Not wasting another second Tara begins making her way down Buffy's perspiring, shaking body with tender nips, long licks and fluttering kisses along her flesh from neck to navel as she then settles herself beside the Slayer resting her face against Buffy's right hip to run her fingers along slick heavily coated folds causing both of them to moan deeply.

Lifting her face to look at what her fingers are feeling it take a lot for the Wiccan to control her own desires knowing Buffy needs what she is about to do, and she easily slides three fingers into the Slayer's dripping sex causing her to buck and thrust herself onto them further gasping, "Oh, shit! Yes, Tara!"

Letting her fingers move slowly, trying to stretch the walls of Buffy's slick well, Tara begins to speak, softly knowing the Slayer can hear her, "After tonight you will never be alone again. You will know who you belong to and who belongs to you, always. You will never have to hide or fear rebuke from me, my love for I will never give you cause. From this night on our bond will be such that nothing and no one will ever be able to break it."

Feeling the muscles loosen and relax for her Tara pulls most of the way out to add a fourth finger then slides them all back in as Buffy continues to writhe, pant and whimper her immense pleasure.

Pumping steadily now though she stays away from the Slayer's g-spot as much as she can and hasn't yet touched Buffy's enlarged clit, Tara resumes speaking in that same strong, assuring, soft tone of voice, "You are a truly remarkable woman, Buffy. So strong and passionate in your calling. So loving and compassionate of your family and friends. You are definitely one of a kind and I love you Slayer. I love everything about you."

Amazed that she hasn't yet climaxed as Tara's actions and words work her body and mind to a fevered pitch Buffy can only clutch the pillow beneath her head and experience the most euphoric sensations she's ever had.

Shifting her body so she is on her knees now, Tara never ceases her hands movement as she prepares to finish what she's started while rolling her wrist to cause her four fingers to stretch the grasping muscles even more, she pulls them most of the way out again only to add her thumb and she works her whole hand into Buffy slowly pushing past the initial ring of muscle, saying, "I claim you Buffy Summers – everything you are – everything you will be – I make you mine!" then pumps into her firmly.

Hearing Tara's words as she feels the exquisite fullness of her lover's fist inside of her, the Slayer experience exactly what Tara warned her about. With a keening of the Wiccan's Buffy explodes in a multiple orgasmic wave that rocks every level of her entire being and she sees flashes of her life since her resurrection, feels every bit of fear, anger, hate, self-loathing and pain being ripped away to be replaced by one thing…the soothing, healing touch of love. The love of the woman claiming her, making Buffy her own and as the walls crash down around her she accepts it, all of it, knowing that Tara would always be with her, through this, through everything and she need never fear the loss of Heaven again for she had found her true paradise with this precious, exceptional gift that is Tara Maclay.

Holding her fisted hand still inside Buffy's convulsing body as the woman she loves more than anything or anyone in the world experiences the awesome release of all her past hurts, negative emotions and of course the near mind-numbing orgasms, Tara weeps softly in joy of the Slayer accepting her gift and her claim. For it to have worked at all – that was the kicker – Buffy had to actually accept the gift of spiritual healing.

Watching the smaller blonde's face as she had passed out from the overwhelming experience Tara smiles lovingly at the peace that comes over Buffy and chuckles quietly as even unconscious, with tears still on her cheeks the woman still has enough strength left to smile.

Slowly working her hand out of the unconscious woman Tara giggles as Buffy's body reacts once more to the stimuli as it begins rocking slightly making it harder for the Wiccan to pull free.

Watching as her lover's cum seeps out from around her fingers as she is finally able to retract her hand enough to pull her thumb free, Tara groans wanting nothing more than to lick up every drop of the sweetest smelling scent she has ever breathed in before and gasps as Buffy's hand suddenly clasps onto hers keeping it from pulling the rest of the way out.

Snapping her eyes up to Buffy's face Tara stares into glowing orange-rimmed hazel eyes realizing she is seeing the Slayer half of Buffy for the first time and she breathes, "Slayer." not in fear but in wonder of this actually happening.

Continuing to hold Tara's hand in place the Slayer holding her eyes as well speaks haltingly, as though for the first time, (and Tara realizes it probably is) saying, "Buf-fy sleep…you – claim – her…you – claim – me. Make – Slayer – mate."

Grasping what the Slayer was trying to communicate Tara nods slowly as she lifts herself to bring her face close to Buffy's, but doesn't try moving her hand as the Slayer continues to hold it in place firmly but not painfully and she says, "I claimed all of you…Buffy and the Slayer. You are my mate now. Is this what you want, Slayer?"

Blinking back the tears that have come to her eyes the emotional Slayer nods saying, "Yes – want – mate…Want – you – mate, Ta-ra. Slayer – want – claim – mate – now." and Tara her heart soaring at the Slayer's declaration leans in to kiss away the few tears on her face saying huskily, "Then claim me Slayer, claim you mate."

Releasing the Wiccan's hand allowing her to pull out completely the Slayer gently rolls them over to straddle the slightly panting woman then brings Tara's cream coated hand up between them to whisper, "Mate taste." as Tara smiles lustfully and takes her first taste of her lover, her mate and groans in enjoyment of the musky sweet essence of her love.

Grunting her approval of Tara's reaction the Slayer waits until her mate has cleaned her hand completely before she leans down to kiss the woman tasting herself on her mate's lips causing Tara to moan and herself to growl in satisfaction.

Slowly the Slayer slides her lips from Tara's to trail down her chin, jaw, and neck where she stops on the Wiccan's throbbing pulse point to suck firmly marking the woman for all to see that this is the Slayer's mate.

Gasping as she feels her mate mark her Tara feels her renewed arousal escaping from her center as her hips buck in response and she moans loudly, "Ooh my love." Hearing the Slayer growl once more as she feels Tara's excitement against her stomach.

Making her way down to firm, full breasts the Slayer takes both in her hands to push them together then sucks both nipples into her mouth at the same time, sending her mate writhing, gasping and moaning in extreme pleasure while arching her back to have the Slayer take as much as she can.

Never having had this done to her before Tara experiences a rush of pressure building toward a quick but powerful release as her center grinds up against Buffy's taut stomach muscles and her Slayer growls her pleasure causing the vibrations to ripple through Tara's body enhancing the Wiccan's pleasure even more.

Incoherent now as the overwhelming sensations fill her to overflowing, short-circuiting any thought process as the Slayer releases her breasts to move quickly down to her apex Tara feels her mate flatten her tongue to lick from her rosebud all the way up to her clit which she latches onto to suck firmly into her mouth while giving the nub frantic flicks of her tongue.

Past the point of no return as her whole body tenses Tara grips the Slayer's hair in both hands as her mate bites her clit between her teeth and growls deeply sending Tara shy-rocketing into the most explosive orgasm she's ever had screaming, "Slaaaaayeeeerrr!" and she arches off the bed to stay rigid on her head and toes before slamming back down…spent.

Licking up all her mate's juices the Slayer purrs contentedly having claimed what is hers before lifting herself to lay next to her heart and pulls the sated woman into her arms to hold her as she calms, whispering, "My mate, my love."

Kissing the skin of Buffy's neck where she lay nestled in the Slayer's arms securely Tara breathes, slightly panting, "My mate, my love." And she feels a soft sob jerk the Slayer's body against hers.

Lifting her head to look into the Slayer's eyes Tara gazes at the look of amazement in soft, completely hazel eyes whispering, "Oh Buffy." As she maneuvers to pull her lover into her arms now being the one to soothe as Buffy says, her voice filled with emotion, "You accept us both…you accept me – completely."

Chuckling softly as she lifts Buffy's face from her shoulder Tara tells her, "Not just accept, my love. I've claimed you, completely. We are each other's mates." and the smaller woman nods happily with a grin to beat all she says in her own clear voice, "My mate, my love." Before leaning in to place a gentle kiss on her Wiccan's willing lips.

As Buffy pulls away to gaze lovingly at her Tara returns the look before tucking her love against her saying, "Sleep now, my love. We have a lot to accomplish this weekend, around your work, patrol and our need to rest."

Chuckling into Tara's shoulder as the Wiccan asks, "What, Sweetie?" Buffy stays snuggled close but says, "Not working at the DMP anymore, so one less thing to worry about this weekend." Then lifting her face back to Tara's goes on, "Got a job I'll be starting Monday evening here on campus."

Smiling in pleasant surprise the Wiccan asks, "What's the job, love?" as she hugs Buffy to her happily and the Slayer tells her, "Campus Security, they had a position open up and remembered my qualifications from before so they contacted me last Wednesday. I accepted and called in to the DMP to tell them I quit and I haven't been back there since."

Laying her head back onto her mate's shoulder as Tara says, "Oh, Sweetie I am so happy for you." Buffy nods into her saying, "Me too – no more smelling like a grease bucket." Causing them both to laugh softly at the multiple showers the Slayer would have to take after her shift at the restaurant just to get the smell out of her hair.

Quiet as they each lay thinking about what needed to be done this weekend, Tara finally ask softly, "Can we tell Dawn and Willow about us, together, Sweetie?" and feels Buffy nod firmly against her shoulder the Slayer telling her, "I want it to come from both of us, Tar. So maybe in the morning we can grab some break-the-ice breakfast and head over to the house before either of them run off to do something on their Saturday off."

Trailing her fingers over the soft flesh of Tara's stomach Buffy says, "It won't be so hard now as it would've been say, two months ago. Dawn and I have a pretty strong sister-bond going for us again, and Willow has had time to get it through her head that you are not coming back to her. She's even gone out on a few dates, so she'll probably freak at first just for posterities sake but she'll calm down soon enough and learn to accept it."

Her turn to nod in agreement Tara rolls slightly to have them lay on their sides facing each other with legs entwined as she looks into her lover's eyes to say, "I love you Buffy Summers. Thank you for accepting my claim and claiming me as well." And Buffy smiles telling her love, "I love you, Tara Maclay and you're welcome. I thank you for claiming me and giving me the spiritual healing I never realized I needed until now. I believe I can face anything now, as long as I have you – my mate, my love."

Coming together the couple kiss without rush or need but lingering, sweet, love-affirming kisses as little by little they each slip into the arms of Morpheus, sleeping a sleep of love, peace and truly contented bliss together.

Shimmering into view beside her son, who hastily wipes his eyes and says, "Uh, hey Moms just checking on your evil-fighting babes. All seems good to go." Aphrodite smiles warmly telling him, "Yeah Cupe – it's all good to go." and she hugs him firmly before saying, "Now let's get back to Olympus where I hear Psyche has Bliss tucked up in bed once more and then you can share all the hot…steamy…details with her, you big lug."

Blushing hotly, something only his mom can cause him to do, Cupid whines, "Aahh, moooom." as they both shimmer away to leave the evil-fighting babes to their slumber a slight scent of roses the only evidence of their visit.

The End

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