DISCLAIMERS: I don't own any of the Buffy, the Vampire Slayer characters. Joss and his homies do. I'm just playing around… The story is copyright 2002 Kimyoo Films.

RATING: R for f/f lovin'.

TIMELINE/SPOILERS: After "New Moon Rising," but before "The Yoko Factor." No real spoilers unless you didn't know Willow and Tara were together and in which case, WHERE YOU BEEN?

FEEDBACK: If you're so possessed, I can be so reached: the_AURYN@angelfire.com . C'mon…you know you want to…

DISTRIBUTION: If you want it, please e-mail me with location and stuff. I wanna know where my work is. In the course, maybe I'll link youse on my site...

SYNOPSIS: The title says it all, loves…

PAIRING: T/W

"Frisky" by Magenta
Copyright 2002 Kimyoo Films

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"What if Buffy comes back?" the shy witch asked as her girlfriend dragged her into the dorm room. "I don't share my dorm and you do…"

Willow smiled. "She won't come back. She's patrolling with Riley right now. Horny slayer plus beefstick equals not coming home tonight." The hacker pulled Tara close and closed the door behind her, locking it with a short incantation. She then started to nibble on the cords of the blonde's neck.

"Beefstick? I thought Riley was your friend," she breathed.

"He is," Willow replied, her mouth pressed against her girlfriend's neck. Her breath and the vibrations of her voice sent goosebumps up and down Tara's arms. "But, let's face it…he's a stick o' beef…"

Tara smiled and closed her slate blue eyes as she wrapped her arms around Willow's neck and head. "What if they have a fight?" she asked, although , right now, she didn't really care.

The redhead replied, "Then, there's make-up sex…horny slayer plus beefstick multiplied by make-up sex equals not home tomorrow night either." Nimble hands were already underneath Tara's shirt, deftly opening the clasp to her bra.

"Equations plus hacker equals horny," she quipped before her breath was stolen by Willow, who moved the bra and shirt out of the way, yet not off completely.

Tara looked down at her girlfriend, whose green eyes sparkled. "No, actually, Tara plus hacker equals horny…multiplied by love to the infinite power."

The blonde giggled. "Okay, that's it…" she decided as she pushed her girlfriend down onto her unmade bed. Saying nothing, Tara simply smiled, conveying everything to Willow with the simple facial expression.

"Scoot back," commanded the blonde to Willow's happy astonishment. Tara didn't use the Voice on Willow too often, but when she did, it promised a long, intense night.

The redhead scooted all the way back to the head board, positioning Tara right over her centre. Leaning on her elbow, the blonde leisurely unzipped Willow's jeans, then rose up onto her knees to slowly slide them off. As soon as Willow was divested of her pants, the blonde dove in, teasing and tickling her girlfriend. Willow sank back into her pillows as she threaded her fingers into baby soft blonde hair.

*Let's get this evening started right…" the blonde thought as she started to worry at the tumescent nub with her tongue, quickly bringing her girlfriend achingly close to the edge.

Suddenly, and almost predictably, the deadbolt in the dorm door started to giggle and move. Without enough time to get dressed or look even remotely innocent, Willow grabbed her comforter and threw it over herself and Tara who lay mostly naked between her own bare legs. The redhead prayed that in the lack of light in the room, Buffy would mistake Tara as more bedclothes.

*OmigodIpromiseIwillnothavesexwithTarainmydormroomevereveragainonlyin
hersohpleaseBuffydon'tbesuperobservantgirlwithSlayersensesnottonight…*

The door opened and Willow closed her eyes trying to fake sleep. Tara's breath on the inside of her thigh, and her soft blonde hair whispering against her knees wasn't helping.

For her part, Tara was remarkably calm. Perhaps it was the close proximity of her girlfriend's centre or the fact that she was so hot right now she'd make love to Willow in front of almost any Scooby…except Mr. Giles…that would just be creepy. In fact, the imminent danger of being caught excited the blonde more than embarrassed her.

"Willow?" Buffy whispered. "Are you awake?"

"Huh? Wha-? Buffy?!" the redhead faked. "Why are you here?" She tried to not sound accusatory, but it was tough to not be frustrated, especially when she felt Tara start to lightly run her fingers up and down her hip, well out of Buffy's eyesight.

The slayer walked in and closed the door behind her without looking at Willow in the bed. "I live here," she replied as she put her stakes and leather jacket down.

Now…Tara knew better than to do what she did next, but it was almost as if she couldn't help herself. Moving ever so slowly, she leaned forward and slid her tongue inside of Willow.

"So…what ha-ha-happened?" the Wiccan asked, Tara's tongue distracting her. She never once thought to move the blonde - that would alert Buffy to her presence.

"You okay?" Buffy asked.

"Uh…yeah?" her voice cracked. Tara giggled lightly between her legs, but continued to drive her to distraction. Willow cleared her throat in an attempt to recover herself. "I mean, yeah…never better. Uh. You?" the redhead replied, cringing at how thick her own voice sounded to her. She felt Tara softly laugh against her again and nearly cried out.

The slayer turned toward Willow, who tried to keep her face as neutral and stony as possible, but it was tough. The blonde was slowly, ever so slowly, licking her, driving her as mad as possible.

Buffy replied, "Well, Riley and I had a fight, this time it was because I wouldn't let him pay for dinner. I mean, hello…he's out of the job, now. He needs to save what little he has, but NO…he's got to be a man, blah, blah, blah…" As she spoke, Buffy went to her drawers and grabbed a few things, including her shower gear.

"Anyway, I'm going to go take a long hot shower then do some studying in the student union. I'll talk to you tomorrow, Willow."

And as Buffy walked out she smiled at her friend while saying, "G'night, Tara."

"G'night, B-Buffy," the shy witch returned before she could stop herself, the blanket muffling her reply. The slayer, satisfied that she had embarrassed her friends enough, winked at Willow, then closed and locked the door behind her.

"Tara?" Willow asked.

A tentative "Yes?" came from under the comforter.

Putting on her best Shirley MacLaine in Steel Magnolias accent, the redhead pulled the comforter away to look into two very blue, very guilty, very mischievous eyes and quoted, "You are evil and you must be destroyed."

The blonde giggled, then slowly, sensuously crawled up the redhead's body, making sure her body only barely touched Willow's and kissed her deeply. When she pulled away, Willow looked into Tara's eyes and added, in her normal voice, "Many, many times. I hope you don't think you're going to sleep tonight."

Tara smiled her sexy half-grin, licked Willow's lips, then slid back down her girlfriend's body to finish what she'd started.

Outside the room, Buffy walked up to Riley, who was waiting patiently for her, his leg bouncing up and down trying to release a little of his sexual energy so he wouldn't blow up right there. When he saw his girlfriend, he jumped up to greet her.

"Is she home?"

"Yeah, so we have to hurry back to your room…"

Riley frowned. "There's no way to get her out of there for a while? My room is a little crawl space….hardly romantic."

The slayer smiled. "We don't need romance, Riley…besides, we'll need longer than a little while."

"I'm sure if you explained the situation, she wouldn't mind…"

"She's busy, Riley," the slayer informed cryptically as she grabbed his arm and lead him out of Stevenson Hall.

"Oh…Oz?" he asked, still a little confused as to what happened with the guitarist-cum-werewolf.

Buffy giggled. "No…you were pretty freaked about the werewolf thing…I dunno how you'd handle this."

"Oh no," Riley said, "She's dating a vampire…?"

The slayer smiled to herself. "There's a lot of biting and sucking going on, but no daemons are involved…"

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