Drabbble-ganza 2 - #50 Faith/Tara
Last one for now, kiddos. Enjoy.
Requested by remember_nomore. Definitely more than a drabble. I'm thinking this is an AU where Faith randomly breaks out of prison post going in, but pre getting out with Wesley, sometime in Buffy S6 I suppose. Maybe just as Tara's leaving Willow, but before she gets out of the Summer's home. Here's the Faith/Tara for
Defeat
“W-what are you doing?” Faith’s body was glued to Tara’s the moment she popped through the window.
“Working fast, baby.” Tara fell back on the big master bed with the smallest push from Faith, her fierce, strong body pinning Tara hungrily to the fluffy duvet.
“B-but Willow-” Her hands were under Tara’s blousy peasant top and kissing a smooth shoulder before Tara could stop a moan getting out.
“Ain’t here. Now, come on, T, you know I can’t stay. Feds are on my back.” Faith’s belt buckle clanked and chimed like a siren call as she shimmied her painted on jeans off.
“Stop running, Faith, you’ve done it before-” Tara couldn’t help it, her hands were soft on Faith’s waist, the tight body beneath her fingers making her hot in a far from forgotten way.
“Can’t. Not seeing you...Hell, baby. First-class,” she said, hand shoving up Tara’s flowery skirt and spreading Tara’s thighs like the two of them had never been apart. Tara arched into Faith’s hands wantonly, control lost to the familiar dominance, the knowing way she could work Tara’s body.
“Faith,” she whispered into the air, body moving with each of Faith’s rough touches. Tara's protests finally went silent in defeat as Faith’s fingers did their work, Tara’s hands tangling in thick dark hair, wondering what the hell she was going to do about this addiction of hers that was so much worse than Willow’s.
Requested by remember_nomore. Definitely more than a drabble. I'm thinking this is an AU where Faith randomly breaks out of prison post going in, but pre getting out with Wesley, sometime in Buffy S6 I suppose. Maybe just as Tara's leaving Willow, but before she gets out of the Summer's home. Here's the Faith/Tara for
Defeat
“W-what are you doing?” Faith’s body was glued to Tara’s the moment she popped through the window.
“Working fast, baby.” Tara fell back on the big master bed with the smallest push from Faith, her fierce, strong body pinning Tara hungrily to the fluffy duvet.
“B-but Willow-” Her hands were under Tara’s blousy peasant top and kissing a smooth shoulder before Tara could stop a moan getting out.
“Ain’t here. Now, come on, T, you know I can’t stay. Feds are on my back.” Faith’s belt buckle clanked and chimed like a siren call as she shimmied her painted on jeans off.
“Stop running, Faith, you’ve done it before-” Tara couldn’t help it, her hands were soft on Faith’s waist, the tight body beneath her fingers making her hot in a far from forgotten way.
“Can’t. Not seeing you...Hell, baby. First-class,” she said, hand shoving up Tara’s flowery skirt and spreading Tara’s thighs like the two of them had never been apart. Tara arched into Faith’s hands wantonly, control lost to the familiar dominance, the knowing way she could work Tara’s body.
“Faith,” she whispered into the air, body moving with each of Faith’s rough touches. Tara's protests finally went silent in defeat as Faith’s fingers did their work, Tara’s hands tangling in thick dark hair, wondering what the hell she was going to do about this addiction of hers that was so much worse than Willow’s.