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Witch's Faith
"I know Buffy doesn't quite trust me," Willow said, smiling wryly at Tara.
"She wants to. You know what she's been through with Faith, though. Faith is more than just another enemy... there's a lot of hate and resentment there." Willow nodded sadly. Tara continued, "Guilt, too, I think. I think deep down Buffy blames herself a little for Faith turning out so evil... she wonders if she could have done more. She wants to get rid of Faith because she created her." Willow thought about this.
Tara looked at her friend shyly. "But I hope you know that I..."
"That you do trust me? Yes, darling, I know." She took Tara's hands and then found herself being pulled into an embrace. "You have stood by me through everything, Tara. Even when you left me... deep down I knew you loved me. Even now, when I feel as though I have betrayed you..."
"Shhhh..." Tara silenced Willow with a long, deep kiss. She didn't know what the future would bring, but she knew what she needed right now.
"I don't deserve you, Tara." But even as she spoke, she found her hand on Tara's breast. The nipple responded immediately under Tara's shirt and brassiere. Willow lowered her head to suck the nipple through the fabric, and Tara moaned. Tara gestured toward the door, closing it with her mind, and sat down on her bed, unbuttoning her top. At long last, the time for this seemed right.
Willow's hands shook with desire as she kneeled between Tara's knees, fumbling with the girl's bra. Had Faith satisfied the longing she had felt since Tara left her? Apparently not. Willow suddenly felt as though she hadn't had sex in ten years. Both witches were breathing hard and fast, letting go of the control they had imposed upon themselves for too long.
Tara laughed a little, helped Willow remove her bra, and ran her hands through her lover's beautiful red hair. Willow sucked lovingly on Tara's left nipple, then the right, and then kissed her chest all over, working her way upward to another passionate kiss on the mouth.
Tara slipped her underpants off and sat back down on the edge of the bed, wearing only her ankle-length blue skirt and unbuttoned shirt.
Kneeling on the floor, Willow hugged Tara tight, burying her face in the witch's neck and pressing her stomach between Tara's legs. Tara tried to press her sex against Willow.
Willow stood and slowly removed her own clothing. Pants first, then sweater, then finally her underwear. She made certain Tara got a good look at the body she had not seen in so long.
"Oh, God, Willow! I need...." she was lost for words.
"Tell me what you need, Tara," said Willow softly. "Tell me every little thing..."
Tara could not find words, but she began pulling her long skirt up.
Willow moved Tara's hands away and let the skirt fall again. Then she got down low on the floor, put her head under the skirt between Tara's feet, and began kissing Tara's calf.
Tara closed her eyes and leaned back a little to put her weight on her arms. She felt kisses climbing higher, then lower, then higher again. One leg, then the other. She spread her legs wide, and the scent drew Willow ever higher within the dim confines of the heavy skirt. Eventually, Willow was kissing the insides of Tara's legs, just inches from the wrinkled lips that were reaching for her. Her hands caressed over the tops of Tara's thighs and around to her buttocks.
Then Willow stopped, with her mouth almost touching Tara's warm wetness. She knew how the feel of her hair brushing Tara's inner thighs was driving her lover to desperation. She blew, letting her warm breath ruffle Tara's pubic hair. A little cry escaped Tara's lips. Willow extended her tongue and traced it lightly around the tender rim of Tara's lips. The lightly salty taste took Willow's breath away. It was like the first time she had tasted it so many months ago. She took a hand and ran a finger around the opening her tongue had just explored. Two fingers slipped inside, and Willow reacquainted herself with the inside of her lover's body.
Willow removed her fingers and began kissing Tara's outer lips, nuzzling the soft fur. She touched her nose to the skin under Tara's opening and slid it upwards, feeling Tara's flesh trail wetly over her face. Her nose pressed briefly against Tara's clitoris, and then Willow continued higher to nuzzle Tara's densest fur. Tara laid a hand gently on the dome of her skirt with Willow's head beneath.
"I love you..." Willow's whisper was muffled but clear.
"I love you, Willow..." the words could not convey the tiniest fraction of what the witches felt for each other. And that was all right, because they both understood without words.
Tara understood why Willow was not using magic. Sprites were white magic, and a wonderful way to be intimate, but by using her body alone, Willow was acknowledging that she didn't need magic. And Tara in turn silently acknowledged that it was Willow the person she loved, not Willow the sorceress.
Willow finally moved lower and kissed Tara's clitoris, holding her lips tightly around it, moving only slightly. Then, sensing Tara's need, she moved faster, and circled it with the tip of her tongue. She licked wider next, exploring every engorged fold and crevice of her soulmate. And then all at once, neither witch could exercise any more restraint. Willow pressed her mouth hungrily into Tara, licking and sucking loudly, gasping for breath, pulling Tara into her with arms wrapped around the woman's smooth buttocks under the skirt. Tara shook and bucked, her hips thrusting without control. Her hand on Willow's head pressed her body against her lover's hidden face.
Tara cried out loudly as she came, again and again... making up for lost time. She fell back on the bed, and still the agonizing pleasure kept pulsing through her. Downstairs, Buffy and Dawn both pretended not to hear, but both concealed smiles of relief. Their two magical friends had been apart too long.
Willow rolled Tara's skirt up around her waist and climbed on top of her, sharing a messy, breathless kiss. Tara wrapped her arms limply over Willow's back. It seemed like only yesterday she had been alone, shy, and insecure. She never expected to be noticed, much less loved. Then she had met Willow at the campus Wicca meeting. She had felt an immediate bond that grew quickly, and was amazed to find herself with a wonderful new friend. But even when she knew her feelings went beyond friendship, she could not conceive of those feelings ever being returned. Perhaps she was likable, but not lovable. And yet Willow had loved her. With all her heart. And inside, Tara was transformed.
"Thank you, Willow," breathed Tara, a tear trickling down from closed eyes.
"For what?"
"Just... thank you."
Willow smiled and lay silently lay on top of her lover, relishing the touch of skin on skin.
Suddenly Willow sensed a change in Tara. Her breathing was different. Willow lifted her head to look at her lover, but Tara's face was strangely blank. Willow was alarmed at first. It had been so long, she did not recognize what was happening.
The glowing spark of Tara's sprite emerged from her vagina and found Willow's. Willow's eyes widened at the sudden touch of hot, tingling energy. The sprite caressed Willow's naked body in lazy curves, and Willow relaxed beneath Tara's affections.
Tara finally ended up at Willow's mouth, which she kissed from within. Willow had forgotten the incredible intimacy of rolling her tongue over Tara's soul turned to light. Then Willow knew what she wanted Tara to do.
"Tara, will you try something new with me?"
"Any time, darling," smiled Tara.
Willow went to the closet and removed the empty tank where Amy the rat had once lived. She cleared off one of the nightstands, set the tank on top, and lay down on the bed. Tara was completely baffled.
"Lock me in," said Willow, and her eyes closed, her body sinking into the mattress. Her sprite left her mouth, gave Tara a brief kiss, and dived through the tank's open hatch. Tara looked from Willow's body to the tank, not comprehending. Willow spun and danced near the hatch, trying to get Tara's attention.
Tara closed and latched the lid. Only then did she understand. She could do anything with Willow, and Willow could do nothing except watch and feel. Willow wanted Tara to have the ultimate control over her.
Their relationship had never had this kind of dynamic before. In fact, if anything, Willow had had a competitive tendency in recent months, clinging to the knowledge that she was the more powerful witch of the two, and even denying Tara's right to have an opinion on Willow's powers. Tara was deeply moved by this reversal. Nothing in her life prepared her for such a role.
But she was ready for it. In fact, she was incredibly aroused. She bent forward to the tank and kissed the glass where Willow floated. She went slightly pale for a moment. "We did wash this thing, didn't we?" Willow bobbed up and down, yes, laughing silently to herself.
Tara turned her attention to Willow's body, admiring her lover's perfection and trailing a finger over the still, warm curves. Her finger painted glowing designs onto Willow, which tingled like the touch of a sprite. Willow's body shivered. Tara could think of a dozen things she'd like to do now... with her sprite, with her mouth, with her hands....
She tried them all. She had seen Willow's body react involuntarily plenty of times when Willow's sprite was out, but never had she explored the girl's reactions so deeply for so long. Paradoxically, Tara felt more intimate with Willow than she ever had, despite an eighth of an inch of glass between them and not a single word spoken.
Almost an hour later, lying drenched in sweat but still trapped in the tank, Willow felt she could never have another orgasm again. But she had been wrong about that twice already today. Tara wanted to bring Willow to one last climax, and she wanted to join her this time. She used her hand between Willow's legs, with the perfect touch made possible by months of attentive study of her partner. And she pressed Willow's limp hand into herself, touching herself in all the right ways. Willow found this a very instructive exercise, and took mental notes... at least until rational thought began to slip away.
Tara's cries were intense, but inevitably they were controlled voluntarily on some level. Willow's utterances had no such restraints. She drowned out Tara's screams, sounding more animal than human. Downstairs, Buffy and Dawn sat staring in shock. The TV wouldn't go any louder.
After her blinding release, Tara was suddenly worried that she had gone too far. She should have let Willow out every now and then to see how things were going! Guiltily, she freed her lover. The sprite gave Tara another kiss and darted between Willow's legs. The witch's eyes opened and her face took on expression again. An expression of mingled joy and disbelief.
"Are you OK, Willow?" Tara smiled gently, pulling a blanket over the redhead.
Willow was unable to answer for a time. "More than OK..." she said eventually.
Tara crawled under the covers beside her. Now the snuggling would begin. Her leg slipped over Willow and her crotch pressed into the girl's side. It didn't feel sexual so much as very close and comfortable. "How about a real romantic dinner out, to celebrate?"
Willow smiled at Tara dreamily. "We have to get ready for Elise this evening... tomorrow?"
"It's a date."
Tara looked ahead to a future that was no longer painful and uncertain. Soon Faith would be dead or in prison or driven away from Sunnydale. Willow would take some time to get over how cruelly Faith had toyed with her emotions. But Tara would help her through it. And then they would embark on the rest of their lives together.
Faith was nervous and preoccupied on patrol. She knew the Scoobies were more than a match for Elise, but somehow she was still nervous about Willow being there for the ambush tonight. She knew Elise, and something told her that the little vampire was up to more than met the eye. Something to do with Dawn... but what?
Faith decided she had better check on Buffy's house. Willow had said Spike would be with Dawn, chip and all, but Buffy and the witches were off lying in wait for Elise, and Faith would feel better seeing for herself that the Key was safe. Faith caught a bus to Buffy's neighborhood.
There were two cars in Buffy's driveway, but Faith did not register the significance of that. She approached the house–the very sight of it calling forth so many emotional memories–keeping a watchful eye on the shadows.
Inside, Dawn was trying to contain popcorn that was flooding out of the bowl and onto the floor. She had overloaded the popcorn maker again. Xander hurried over with another bowl.
Buffy surveyed the mess. "You sure you can keep Sunnydale safe from Dawn, Spike? We're just about ready to leave for Greta's mansion."
Dawn opened the back door to get the broom from the patio. She took one step out into the darkness and screamed.
Buffy pulled Dawn inside so quickly that her sister was thrown to the floor. The Slayer leapt out onto the patio. Tara was right behind her, crossbow loaded. They both saw Faith fleeing into the bushes with a scaly gray demon at her side. "Yes, Mistress," it hissed as they slipped away.
"Watch Dawn!" said Buffy, and ran quickly around the house. Satisfied that there were no more attackers, she plunged off in the direction Faith had gone. But it was too late. There was no sign of the evil Slayer and her henchman.
"Damn her!" fumed Buffy, storming back into the house.
"Maybe we should stay with Dawn," suggested Tara, heart pounding, "call off the ambush and wait for Faith to try again."
"We can't do that. Tonight is our best chance to find out what she and Elise are up to. But we'll take Spike and Dawn somewhere else. To Xander's. Is Willow out of the shower? Ask her whether Faith knows where Xander and Anya live."
"Actually... maybe we shouldn't tell Willow what just happened."
Buffy thought. "You're probably right. Spike and Dawn should be safe at Xander's if they keep the lights off and stay quiet." She turned to her sister. "You OK?"
"Yeah, they came at me out of nowhere! Did you see that thing?!" Dawn was frightened. Faith and Elise's plans against her suddenly seemed very real.
"Dawn, we're going to drop you and Spike off at Xander's. Will you tell Willow it was your idea? I don't think we should mention what just happened with Faith."
"OK," agreed Dawn. "I'll say Anya invited me over. Even though she's really at the Magic Box." Dawn was scared... but she still felt bad having to lie to Willow.
Xander drove away with Spike and Dawn. Spike wanted to be in on the ambush, but accepted his role protecting the Key.
"What's with Buffy and Tara?" Xander commented. "Did you see how they look at Willow? I thought Willow was all Good Witch again."
Spike launched into a detailed discussion of Buffy's mood swings.
Meanwhile, Buffy drove Tara and Willow to the home of the witch Greta. Buffy was silent and intense. Faith had just become a problem that would have to be dealt with immediately. Buffy should never have let her go.
"Are you sure Xander knows where we're going?" Willow croaked from the back seat, and the other two girls jumped involuntarily. Tara had given Greta's voice to Willow.
"Could you just put that hood down until we're there? You're creeping me out!" said Tara.
Willow pulled Greta's hood off and smiled. The sight melted Tara's heart as always. She would do anything for Willow. She would save Willow from Faith and they would be together again at last.
"I love you," whispered Tara, smiling back.
Those simple words would always make Willow's heart soar. "I love you too," she whispered. But it came out in an unexpectedly loud, creaking voice. Willow put her hand over her mouth. Soon, even Buffy was laughing.
Faith and the grayish demon stood in the shadow of a large obelisk, talking in low tones.
When Faith had seen the demon lurking by Buffy's back door, she had had a choice. Slay it quickly, or try to find out what it was up to. She decided she had to at least try for information first.
The demon's eyes had contracted in surprise when Faith had stepped out of the shadows. She put a finger to her lips, taking a gamble that the demon might recognize her.
"Slayer?"
"That's right. I'm here to find you. You were trusted with this important mission, and now I need you for something else."
"I am yours to command, Mistress." Perfect! Elise was too clever for her own good. This demon was certainly high up in Elise's growing organization, and yet even he did not know that Faith was the enemy. When Faith had changed sides during the attack on Buffy, Elise had almost certainly had the witnesses silenced. Elise was now basing her power on an ally that was really an enemy! It was astonishingly brazen... and yet it was working. Especially since Faith and Buffy were so clearly not on the same side.
Then the door had opened and the demon had leapt for Dawn. Faith had pulled him back with all her strength. "Follow me!"
"Yes, Mistress!" They had made their escape and hidden in a tree a block away until Buffy had given up searching. Then they had found a nearby graveyard where they could talk.
Now Faith was playing a dangerous game. How to find out what Elise was up to without arousing suspicion? Well, there was one bait that Faith understood well. Second only to sex–and Faith had found much better uses for that lately.
"How would you like more power than Elise has ever dreamed of?"
"My only wish is to serve you and Mistress Elise," the demon answered, carefully.
"And what if Elise is not so loyal? What if I need someone to take her place?"
"I am yours to command, Mistress." The demon's tone was humble, but his greedy eyes told a different story.
"Very good. I can see why Elise favored you. But I'm afraid Elise has been making her own plans that are not what we agreed upon, and that is a thing I cannot permit."
"Of course not, Mistress."
"So... I need to know what you were ordered to do tonight."
"Mistr..." the demon began, and then corrected himself, "...Elise sent me to spy on the Slayer's sister, and capture her if possible once the Slayer left on patrol."
"I see." Faith decided she had better show some inside knowledge herself. "I take it she plans to do something with the Slayer's sister once Greta's spell makes her strong."
"Yes. Elise thinks if she holds the Slayer's sister that she can win some powerful new allies. And at the same time she will demonstrate her new strength. I would not want to be opposed to her after this night."
"Don't worry, I protect those who are loyal to me. And Elise's strength spell will be short-lived."
The demon smiled evilly. "That's what Great believes."
The Slayer was suddenly alert. "What are you saying?"
The demon knew he was about to earn great favor indeed. "Elise has other witches besides Greta. The contents of the coffin she brought to the witch are not what Greta thinks!"
"It's a different spell? How so?" The Slayer stepped closer to the demon's scaly face.
"When Elise goes to claim the spell, the energy released will kill Greta. But Elise's strength will be permanent!"
Faith felt the bottom fall out of her gut. At this very moment, her Willow was taking Greta's place in the spell!
Faith took a stake from her belt. She had wasted enough time with this creature.
"What are you doing, Slayer?"
"Just doing my job." The demon was dead before he could react.
Faith ran away into the night, moving as fast as she had ever run, pushing her endurance to the limit. She needed to get to Greta's mansion and save Willow. She could not allow the partnership she had formed with Elise to lead to her lover's death! She repeated Willow's name again and again in her mind, in time with her gasping breath. Faith hoped to God she was not too late.
Continue to Episode 12 – Showdown.
"Willow..." Faith turned toward where her lover sat, adrenaline flooding the Slayer's system. Had Elise touched the girl or not? She looked up at the green energy arcing over her head and then peered around her into the shadows, knowing that Buffy and the others must be here as well. The fact that they had not revealed their presence meant that they still saw her as an enemy...
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