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Title: Last Meal
Rating: T
Pairing: Tara/Faith
Summary: Tara runs into Faith during This Year’s Girl before the body swap.
Prompt: Written for aaronlisa, who wanted gentleness, magic and moonlight with no fluff or character death.
Tara walked down the dark street, glancing nervously to either side of herself. The crowd of people belied any thoughts of vampires or demons, but she knew that wasn’t enough to assure safety.
She looked over the crowd, skimming for vampires as though she could recognize them on sight, and spotted a girl in a long red coat. Her hair was dark brown and shoulder length, and she looked scared. Lost.
“Hey, are you alright?” Tara asked, approaching cautiously.
She looked up, distracted. “Huh?”
“You look lost.”
“I ain’t lost a thing,” she replied, then added as though to herself, “Besides eight months.”
So this, Tara thought, was Faith.
“What do you mean?” she asked, as though giving a line in a play she didn’t really want to perform in.
“…Nothing,” Faith snapped defensively. “What’s it to you?”
“Nothing,” Tara replied in kind. “Just… you look upset.”
“Being stabbed will do that to you,” Faith muttered, again more to herself than to Tara.
“Are you alright?” The situation seemed to demand those words.
“Five by five, girlie,” Faith replied, then shook her head. “Are you?”
“What?” The word was genuine, surprised from Tara’s lips.
“If I look like a kicked puppy you look like a fucked one,” Faith said.
Tara felt herself blushing. “I - what?”
“All miserable and alone. Need some company?”
“Sure,” Tara said without thinking.
*
They crept over the rooftop of the Magic Shop. Tara hesitated a moment before saying, “This isn’t necessary. I have the keys.” After all, Faith shouldn’t know they owned the Magic Shop, should she?
“Do you? I hadn’t figured you for a shopgirl.”
“Yeah, I’m… Wiccan. I know a spell,” she added without thinking.
“Just one?” Faith cocked her eyebrows.
Tara found herself laughing. “No. Just, this one… it’s - it’s really good for, um, company.”
“Oooh,” Faith said, lips settling into a smirk.
“If you don’t want to-“ Tara started, wondering why she wanted to. She had Willow - or at least, she thought she did. Nothing official, yet, but she could feel the attraction sparking over their skin whenever they were together.
But Willow was a straight girl. Tara could use some - company, she thought.
The decision made, she smiled. “If you don’t want to, it’s fine. But if you do…”
“Five by five,” Faith said, and leaned forward to kiss her.
Tara put a stop to the kissing when Faith tried to dislodge her shirt. “Inside,” she said firmly. “It’s too cold at night right now to do this here.”
“This is California, girl,” said Faith. “It’s never too cold.”
“I’m used to it,” Tara replied. “Inside. Or I can’t do the spell.”
*
“What’s this do again?” Faith asked, hands cupped under Tara’s.
“It creates a psychic loop.”
“Like, so you can hear my thoughts?” Faith frowned, moving away.
“No, and don’t do that.” Tara caught her hands. Magic, she was confident about. “You’ll mess up the spell. It’s a physical sensation thing - so you’ll feel what I’m feeling, and vice versa.”
“Sounds good. When are we gonna do this spell?” Faith cocked an eyebrow.
“Right now. Cup your hands.” Tara took a deep breath.
“Venus, goddess of love, I call upon you to bind us. Make us lovers as the gods are, make us one as you are with all lovers…” Tara picked up the pitcher of salt water and sprinkled it through her other hand, through Faith’s cupped ones, and into the bowl beneath.
*
Moonlight shone through the windows upon them as they lay on the floor of the Magic Shop. Faith kissed her, and Tara felt both the brush of tongue against her own lips, and the chapped ridges that Faith’s/her tongue was exploring…
Later, as she came gasping, she felt both the sensation of that tongue against her, and the taste of herself, the taste of Faith’s last meal.
Will, she thought, restraining herself to keep the word inside her mind, and not out loud. Now was not the time to hurt Faith.
Tara?
I’ve got her. Magic Shop. Hurry, Tara thought, as she arched upward, flexing her toes and tightening her fingers on Faith’s shoulders.
Rating: T
Pairing: Tara/Faith
Summary: Tara runs into Faith during This Year’s Girl before the body swap.
Prompt: Written for aaronlisa, who wanted gentleness, magic and moonlight with no fluff or character death.
Tara walked down the dark street, glancing nervously to either side of herself. The crowd of people belied any thoughts of vampires or demons, but she knew that wasn’t enough to assure safety.
She looked over the crowd, skimming for vampires as though she could recognize them on sight, and spotted a girl in a long red coat. Her hair was dark brown and shoulder length, and she looked scared. Lost.
“Hey, are you alright?” Tara asked, approaching cautiously.
She looked up, distracted. “Huh?”
“You look lost.”
“I ain’t lost a thing,” she replied, then added as though to herself, “Besides eight months.”
So this, Tara thought, was Faith.
“What do you mean?” she asked, as though giving a line in a play she didn’t really want to perform in.
“…Nothing,” Faith snapped defensively. “What’s it to you?”
“Nothing,” Tara replied in kind. “Just… you look upset.”
“Being stabbed will do that to you,” Faith muttered, again more to herself than to Tara.
“Are you alright?” The situation seemed to demand those words.
“Five by five, girlie,” Faith replied, then shook her head. “Are you?”
“What?” The word was genuine, surprised from Tara’s lips.
“If I look like a kicked puppy you look like a fucked one,” Faith said.
Tara felt herself blushing. “I - what?”
“All miserable and alone. Need some company?”
“Sure,” Tara said without thinking.
*
They crept over the rooftop of the Magic Shop. Tara hesitated a moment before saying, “This isn’t necessary. I have the keys.” After all, Faith shouldn’t know they owned the Magic Shop, should she?
“Do you? I hadn’t figured you for a shopgirl.”
“Yeah, I’m… Wiccan. I know a spell,” she added without thinking.
“Just one?” Faith cocked her eyebrows.
Tara found herself laughing. “No. Just, this one… it’s - it’s really good for, um, company.”
“Oooh,” Faith said, lips settling into a smirk.
“If you don’t want to-“ Tara started, wondering why she wanted to. She had Willow - or at least, she thought she did. Nothing official, yet, but she could feel the attraction sparking over their skin whenever they were together.
But Willow was a straight girl. Tara could use some - company, she thought.
The decision made, she smiled. “If you don’t want to, it’s fine. But if you do…”
“Five by five,” Faith said, and leaned forward to kiss her.
Tara put a stop to the kissing when Faith tried to dislodge her shirt. “Inside,” she said firmly. “It’s too cold at night right now to do this here.”
“This is California, girl,” said Faith. “It’s never too cold.”
“I’m used to it,” Tara replied. “Inside. Or I can’t do the spell.”
*
“What’s this do again?” Faith asked, hands cupped under Tara’s.
“It creates a psychic loop.”
“Like, so you can hear my thoughts?” Faith frowned, moving away.
“No, and don’t do that.” Tara caught her hands. Magic, she was confident about. “You’ll mess up the spell. It’s a physical sensation thing - so you’ll feel what I’m feeling, and vice versa.”
“Sounds good. When are we gonna do this spell?” Faith cocked an eyebrow.
“Right now. Cup your hands.” Tara took a deep breath.
“Venus, goddess of love, I call upon you to bind us. Make us lovers as the gods are, make us one as you are with all lovers…” Tara picked up the pitcher of salt water and sprinkled it through her other hand, through Faith’s cupped ones, and into the bowl beneath.
*
Moonlight shone through the windows upon them as they lay on the floor of the Magic Shop. Faith kissed her, and Tara felt both the brush of tongue against her own lips, and the chapped ridges that Faith’s/her tongue was exploring…
Later, as she came gasping, she felt both the sensation of that tongue against her, and the taste of herself, the taste of Faith’s last meal.
Will, she thought, restraining herself to keep the word inside her mind, and not out loud. Now was not the time to hurt Faith.
Tara?
I’ve got her. Magic Shop. Hurry, Tara thought, as she arched upward, flexing her toes and tightening her fingers on Faith’s shoulders.