Well, i got this finished a lot sooner than i thought i would

Here's an update, complete with training, working up a sweat, and naughty/vixen-y Tara
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Part NineteenThe warehouse: One week laterBetween college and job-hunting, none of the girls really had that much time on their hands, but somehow they’d managed to do it. Willow had called Xander and Oz in the hope that they’d be able to help and luckily for her, they had. Of course, there was no way she’d be able to ask them to do that and not tell them what was going on. Try explaining why you need to fix up this huge, old, warehouse that was practically falling apart and then explain why Wesley was dragging in chests of weapons. Xander had freaked a little, repeating “oh my god” over and over again. Oz had just sat there, sombre as ever and simply nodded. It had been hard work, but they’d done it. They’d fixed up the warehouse exactly how they wanted it. As you walked in through the huge steel doors at the front, there were two small sections off to the side were all the weapons and equipment were being kept. Then, in front there was a training area. More weapons lined the walls and a large, thick, blue mat lay on the floor. Willow’s training area. All the areas were basically the same, but with some differences so it would suit the needs of each of their powers. Finally at the back, there was a huge area that had everything the girls could ever need. Different kinds of training equipment had been set up and a number of weapons lined the walls again. More blue mats were lying to one side as well. Wesley had his own area that was filled with books and things he would need. All in all, everyone was very pleased with their work.
Willow and Tara had arrived home to an empty apartment, apart from Pitch who was curled up asleep on Faith’s bed, and after they took advantage of that, twice, they figured the rest of the gang would be at what now had been named “The Training House” Or, as Faith called it, “The House of Hard Labour”. When they got there, they found Buffy and Faith hard at work, working up a bit of a sweat.
Willow: Hi guys.
The brunette almost grunted a hello and Buffy only glanced up, flashing them a brief smile before returned her attention to the wooden, padded posts Xander had built for her and that she was slamming her fists and legs into. It turned out the computer wiz was quite the carpenter and he had built almost everything that was wooden in the training house. Including the chair Wesley was sitting on and the shelf he’d taken the book he was reading off. The Englishman looked up from his book and smiled at the two girls who had entered seconds before.
Wesley: Glad you could join us. We were afraid you wouldn’t know where we were.
Willow: Oh, well, you know, everyone’s spent pretty much all of their spare time here lately, so when we got home and you weren’t there we came straight here.
Faith: After a stop off at the bedroom.
Willow: Faith!
Faith: What? Come on. Your classes finished, like, an hour and a half ago, you went home to an empty apartment and didn’t turn up here for ages. We’re not stupid.
Willow: We could have stopped for coffee.
Buffy: You’d be as hyper as a five year old who’d found the sugar and if you had.
Willow: It still doesn’t mean that-
Faith: Will, stop trying to cover up. You can’t lie to save your life.
The redhead mumbled and Wesley had begun to clean his classes after Faith’s bedroom comment. Just then, Xander and Oz walked into the training house, admiring the new and improved warehouse they had helped clean up.
Oz: Hey.
Xander: Well, this place is certainly looking fine. Of course, all the hot and sweaty girls in here make it-
Tara: Xander.
Xander: Okay, this is me making with the shush.
Oz: This place looks really good.
Willow: Well, considering what it was like before, it’s like the Taj Mahal now.
Wesley: We did a wonderful job on the place.
Buffy and Faith came out of their training areas and they all looked at Wesley with raised eyebrows.
Wesley: What?
Faith: Okay, remind us all again what is was you actually did to help?
Wesley: Well, I uh, I found this place.
Buffy: Mmhmm, and?
Wesley: And I…. I helped fix the windows!
Faith: You nailed a few pieces of wood over a couple of windows. Apart from that, you’ve done nothing but sit around a read books.
Wesley: Yes, well, research is an essential part of my job.
Buffy: Uh huh. I’m gonna get back to training.
Faith: B, you up for a little girl on girl, one on one action?
Buffy: You should rephrase that before Xander’s head explodes.
Xander let out a nervous laugh.
Xander: Me? No. You’re my friends. My very hot, lesbian friends, but that has no effect on me what so ever.
Faith: Sure it doesn’t, computer boy. So B, You up for it?
Buffy: Yup. Do you wanna chose the weapons, or shall I?
Faith: I’ll choose this time.
Faith disappeared into the biggest training area at the back of the warehouse, emerging seconds later carrying two staffs.
Faith: Staffs okay with you?
Buffy nodded and made her way towards Faith. They heard a thud as Faith put one of the large blue mats onto the floor and then there was the sound of staffs knocking together as Buffy blocked one of Faith’s attacks.
Willow: Well, it looks like they’re both doing fine after the fight last week.
Wesley: I should hope so. The fighting will become more frequent, so healing quickly is important. As well as training.
He looked at Willow and the redhead rolled her eyes.
Willow: Okay, I can take a hint. I’ll start training.
Willow and Tara heading into their own training areas, leaving Xander, Oz and Wesley together.
Xander: Well, I….
He trailed off when he heard grunting and moaning coming from were Buffy and Faith were training.
Xander: I better go.
Oz: Yeah, we don’t want to have to clean his brains off the wall.
Riley’s PlaceThe gang finally had some time to spend together. All of them. Xander, Oz, Willow, Tara, Faith and Buffy. Wesley had decided against going out with them. He probably had a night in with his books planned. Riley had been only too happy to see them all again, maybe even more so than usual because Oz was with them. He strolled up to their table with a smile on his face.
Riley: How are my favourite customers this evening?
Faith: Fine.
Willow: A little tired from all they slay-
Tara: S-staying up late!
Willow: Yeah, staying up late.
Willow mentally slapped herself for almost letting it slip.
Riley: And just what has been keeping you girls up all night?
Willow: Uh….
Riley chuckled and shook his head.
Riley: I’m kidding.
Willow: Oh, right, kidding. Ha, ha.
Faith: Uh huh. Anyway, how’s our favourite bartender?
Riley: Ah, but I’m not exactly a bartender. I own the club and occasionally stand behind bar and serve drinks, but I’m not a bartender.
Faith rolled her eyes.
Faith: I was just asking how you are.
Riley: I’m good, actually. Thanks for asking.
Oz: The band’s great.
The group glanced over at the band that was playing live on the stage and Riley smiled at Oz’s interest.
Riley: This is only their second gig here, but I heard they were pretty good and the rumours were right.
Faith: Who are they?
Riley: I believe they’re called “Dingo’s Ate My Baby”.
Willow scrunched up her face when she heard their name.
Willow: What kind of name is that?
Oz: Well, it’s better than “My Baby Ate a Dingo”.
Willow: I guess. It’s still disturbing though.
Riley: I think it’s cool.
They all looked at the owner of the club.
Riley: It’s inventive. I like that in a band. They could have called themselves “The Band” or “Four” or something lame like that, but that would have been all too easy, so they went out on a limb. I admire that.
Oz: You think they’ll be up for signing on a guitarist?
Riley: You play?
Oz: A little. I’m not all that good, but-
Faith: He’s being modest.
Willow: Oz is amazing on the guitar!
Willow could have sworn she saw they spiky haired boy blush at the compliment.
Riley: Really? Well, you’ll have to give me a couple of lessons some time. I always wanted to learn how to play.
Oz: If you put in a good word for me with the band, we’ll call it a deal.
They exchanged smiles and Riley ran his hand through his longish blonde hair.
Riley: I’ll do that, but I better get back. Larry said he needs a hand behind the bar. See you later.
They said their goodbyes and Riley backed away from the table, smiling at Oz one last time before disappearing behind the bar. Faith couldn’t help but smirk as she watched. If Riley was any more obvious, he’d be sitting in Oz’s lap, drooling. Oz noticed the look on the brunette’s face and frowned slightly.
Oz: What?
Faith: You do realise he has the total hots for you, right?
Oz: Riley?
Faith: No, the ghost of Christmas past. Yes, Riley.
Oz’s expression never changed, he only shrugged, before taking a sip of his coke. Faith seemed almost confused by his reaction, but never said anything. The band on the stage began to play a slow song and Willow got up out of her seat. She looked down at Tara and smiled, holding her hand out.
Willow: Can I have this dance?
Tara’s crooked grin appeared, the one that almost knocked Willow off her feet every time she saw it, and she took her girlfriend’s hand.
Tara: I wouldn’t want to dance with anyone else.
Tara left her seat and she and Willow made their way to the dance floor. Willow draped her arms around the blonde’s neck and she felt her girlfriend’s arms encircle her waist. Willow smiled and rested her forehead against Tara’s.
Willow: You okay?
Tara: Never been better.
The redhead sighed and closed her eyes.
Tara: What about you?
Willow: Oh, I’m…. I’m not sure how I am. I mean, now, here with you, I couldn’t be happier….
Tara: But?
Willow: But I can’t help worrying about things.
Tara frowned slightly.
Tara: U-us things?
Willow shook her head quickly.
Willow: No, no. God no. This Called stuff. I mean, I know what my powers are and I can already kinda read minds and communicate telepathically, but I feel like I’m waiting for death or something.
Tara: What do you mean?
Willow: I’m just waiting for the big bang. The one that will give me the ability to change, and because I don’t know what to expect, if feels like I’ve been waiting forever.
Tara: It takes time, Will. Just like it did for everyone else. None of us have reached our full potential yet because we haven’t had out powers that long. You not being able to change yet isn’t worth worrying over.
Willow let Tara’s words sink in and smiled.
Willow: You’re right. It’s not. Besides, I kind of like the powers I have now. All with the super strength and mind reading, it’s cool and doesn’t hurt all that much.
Tara: Well, lets test out that mind reading power of yours.
Tara flashed Willow a sexy smile and the redhead almost fainted then and there, as the blonde moved forward to whisper in her ear.
Tara: Do you know what I’m thinking right now?
Tara tugged lightly on the redhead’s earlobe, sending shivers down Willow’s spine. She moved her hands so they were in line with the bottom of her girlfriend’s tank top and slowly slipped them underneath, running her fingers up and down Willow’s back, teasingly.
Willow: Uh, T…. Tara….
The redhead was having difficultly speaking and her thoughts were, at that moment, limited to “Tarahand”. Tara moved closer, pressing her body up against Willow’s and kissed her deeply, before pulling her head back slightly so she was looking at the redhead, who had now closed her eyes.
Tara: Well, what am I thinking?
Willow You…. You expect me to…. Be able to concentrate?
Tara smirked and moved her hands to Willow’s sides and inched them further up. She spoke again, slower.
Tara: Look at me and tell me what I’m thinking.
The redhead’s eyes fluttered open and she looked into Tara’s. The depth and beauty of them always amazed her. She tried her hardest to concentrate and after a moment, got it. Tara’s face broke out in another sexy smile when she realised this.
Tara: Well?
Willow: I don’t think the cubicles in the toilet are big enough for that.
Tara: We’ll just have to go and find out then.
The blonde leaned in again to whisper in Willow’s ear.
Tara: Now.
Without saying anything, Willow grabbed Tara’s hand and dragged her off the dance floor in the direction of the toilets.
Faith and Buffy noticed this and grinned at each other before they started giggling.
Faith: If those two carry on like this, I’m going to have to keep them in separate rooms before they tire each other out or kill each other.
Xander’s eyes were glued to the dance floor that Willow and Tara had just left, after seeing what had happened. After a few failed attempts at getting his attention, Faith slumped back into her seat.
Faith: I think they broke Xander.
She glanced over at her friend.
Faith: Xand, you’re drooling on your shoe.
TBC...........
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Thanks for reading. Hope you liked the update
~ Jen
“Sleep well baby?” Willow asked, a little more pep in her voice now that she had a dose of morning caffeine.
“Like a log until my pillow got up and left.” Tara smirked and playfully slapped Willow across the shoulder. ~ All You Wanted - Nath