Comfort

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: : The usual.

Distribution: The Mystic Muse http://mysticmuse.net

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Spoilers: Season six, but nothing you didn't already know about. Unless you've been in a coma. Or dead. Or something.

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Pairing: Buffy/Tara

"Don't forgive me," Buffy was sobbing. "Please don't forgive me."

Tara pulled the weeping Slayer to her and held her close, leaning down to gently kiss her forehead. "Shh," she comforted her friend. "Just relax. It's going to be okay. I promise."

Buffy shook her head. "It's not going to be okay. It can't ever be okay again."

"Yes, it can," Tara said firmly. And, without knowing what on earth had possessed her, she suddenly pushed Buffy back by the shoulders until the Slayer was facing her, leaned forward, and kissed the younger girl for all she was worth.

The next thing either of them knew, they were locked in Buffy's bedroom, Tara's mouth firmly on Buffy's pussy and Buffy writhing beneath her, moaning her name, winding her fingers in Tara's hair. Tara couldn't believe how sweet Buffy tasted, and she delved into Buffy's slit with her tongue, eagerly lapping at the Slayer's wetness.

"Oh, God, Tara… Tara… I'm gonna come, Tara…"

"Come for me, baby," Tara whispered back. "Come on. You can do it."

And she did. And it was more than just an orgasm. In fact, it rated on the orgasmic scale somewhere between nuclear explosion and falling into the surface of the sun. Buffy's breath caught in her throat, her body arched beneath Tara's questing mouth, and a thousand stars went nova behind her eyelids as the vivid sensations roared through her body. She couldn't even scream, so intense were the shocks coursing through her; she could only gasp for breath, her hand tightening in Tara's hair.

Tara licked at her gently, slowly drawing her back to earth. As Buffy relaxed beneath her, Tara lifted herself up on one elbow, raising up to gently kiss Buffy's lips. Buffy's eyes opened to the beautiful sight of Tara, long blonde hair falling all around her, and a shit-eating grin on her face. Buffy grinned in response. "Proud of ourselves, are we?"

Tara winked.

Buffy grinned, growled, and suddenly pounced, rolling them both over in a tangle of limbs and sheets. Tara, startled, let out a surprised yell which Buffy quickly smothered with a searing kiss. "None of that, now," she teased, sliding one knee up between Tara's thighs to press at the witch's wet center. "My turn," she whispered quietly, blazing a trail with hands and mouth down across Tara's torso and belly to the place where she needed Buffy the most.

For a beginner, Tara would later decide, Buffy was sure good with her hands… and her tongue. The Slayer knew somehow instinctively just where to touch Tara to make her moan, to make her shiver, and to make her gasp. She began by gently teasing Tara's clit with her fingers, then she replaced them with the tip of her tongue while those fingers sought entrance elsewhere—namely, the wet, slick channel that led deep into the witch's body.

Tara came suddenly when Buffy's fingers slid into her, but Buffy wasn't done. She curled those fingers slightly and slowly twisted her wrist until she found Tara's g-spot, pressing on it from the outside while stroking at it from the inside as well. Those touches, combined with the suction Buffy applied to her clit, caused Tara to seize up into her second orgasm.

Buffy smiled and decided to go three-for-three. She slid her fingers out of Tara and began to slide her tongue in and out of Tara's pussy. The witch's head thrashed back and forth on the pillow, her hands clenching the sheets, as Buffy on simple instinct did things to her that Willow had never dreamed of. When the Slayer's fingers, still slick with Tara's own wetness, came up to stimulate the witch's clit, Tara gave a soft "oh!" of surprise and suddenly came almost as hard as Buffy had.

Moments later, Buffy slid up to lie next to Tara, pulling the comforter up with her. Tara slid her arms around Buffy's waist. "You see?" she whispered quietly. "There's nothing wrong with you. You're going to be fine. Everything's going to be okay."

Buffy sighed, buried her face in Tara's neck, and nodded. "Okay," she said softly.

"And first thing tomorrow," Tara murmured as sleep began to claim her, "we'll stop by someone's crypt and see if we can't shed a little light on some things."

The End

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