WEDDING BELLS
Author; WillowTaraLover
Disclaimer; I don’t own any of these characters, Joss, M.E. and FOX do. But if I did there’d have been a lot more W/T smut on Buffy.
Rating; PG13-R
Distribution; If you want the story just ask politely and I’ll give, I’m much nicer than Joss that way
Thoughts in italics
Story; Following on from ‘Pilgrimage’ Willow and Tara prepare to walk down the aisle. In this chapter it’s the girl’s bachelorette party.
Author’s Note; The oil-wrestling match between Faith and Jamie was suggested to me by my good friend Alex_Vixen. Thanks for the idea Alex; I just hope I’ve done it justice.
Chapter 4
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All was peaceful at 1630 Revello. Within Buffy and Dawn could be found sitting on the floor while Willow and Tara were reclining on the couch; Tara snuggled up tight against Willow’s chest while the smaller girl’s hands rested on her smooth belly under her tee. All four were watching Spongebob Squarepants and singing along to the theme song.
“Hey girls look what I got,” Faith called out as she entered making the others look up in curiosity.
“A new tattoo,” questioned Willow.
“A Spongebob album with the Goofy Goober song,” asked Dawn.
“The new Common Rotation Album,” wondered Tara.
“Some sweet sugar for me baby,” enquired Buffy, fluttering her eyes at her girlfriend.
“No, no, who and later sweetie,” Faith replied with a wink at her girl.
“Ladies, there is a new gay bar opening in town two days from now and guess who’s got free tickets to the first night?”
“Indigo Girl’s,” suggested Buffy
“Ellen DeGeneres,” Tara asked
“Jodie Foster,” enquired Willow
“Any gay female in the area who knows about the club and can afford tickets,” said Dawn, her attention not once diverted from the cartoon.
“No, no, no and er, yeah actually Dawn, how’d ya know?”
“Well let’s see now, Sunnydale pretty much lesbian capital of the world or it feels like it,” the teen said. “New female only club opens in the area, the logic kinda works itself.”
Willow looked over at the youngest member of the family with great delight, I taught her so well she thought to herself, proudly.
“So how’d you come by those?” Buffy asked
“Ok, ya know Xan-man helped get me that job at his construction company. Well we had the contract to help build the club, then one day the owner turns up, see how things are going with the interior. She spots me and comes over for a chat. I tell her a bit about myself and you guys. She must have been impressed cos she promised four free tickets to opening night and these came in the post this morning.” The dark haired girl looked around at her friends triumphantly.
“Way to go Faith,” said Tara, as proud for her friend as Willow was for Dawn.
“There’s just one problem,” Faith said with a touch of regret in her voice as she turned to Buffy’s sister. “Sorry Dawn but it’s strictly over 18s only and you’re still seventeen and they are gonna be asking for id’s.”
“It’s ok, I’ll be fine here on my own but thanks for thinking about me Faith,” the teen replied with a genuine smile.
“I don’t think so,” replied Buffy, a little indignantly “If you think that I’m letting you stay here on your own getting up to who knows what you’d better think again. You can spend the night at Giles.”
“What, no way Buffy. He’ll start going on about ancient languages or something equally boring. No way in hell am I staying at Giles.”
The two sisters stood up glaring at each other. Dawn with her hands on her hips, Buffy, arms folded across her chest, and about to respond angrily when there was a slight cough. All eyes turned to the couch where Tara was lifting herself from her fiancées hold. She could see in their eyes that both Summers’ sisters were preparing for a big fight, each one unwilling to give way to the other. As entertaining as the arguments between Buffy and Dawn could be, Tara just didn’t think this was the right time for a new one.
“Buffy, I think it would be a good idea to let Dawn stay home alone. As Faith says she is seventeen so it would good for her because she can show you how mature she is, right Dawnie?” she said this last part looking at the teen with her patented raised eyebrow.
“Uh, yeah, yeah right Tara yeah, see Buffy I’ll be responsible for the house and you can see how mature I am like Tara says then you and Faith can have more nights out together because you’ll be able trust me more, right Tara.” Dawn looked over at the blonde girl with a grin and her adopted sister/best friend/mother figure smiled back and gave a wink at the girl. Dawn and Tara both turned towards Buffy who stood there, arms still folded and frowning at the two of them. She hated it when her sister and her best friend’s lover teamed up. They could be worse than a couple of little kids, whispering secrets, sharing confidences, giggling at private jokes, and whenever they involved Willow, which was all the time, it just became worse. Like last summer when the three of them went to Orlando and the video footage they took in the water park there, on the rides, in the massive water gun fight in the combat maze. All three of them, Willow, Tara and Dawn were just giggling, squealing, and full of laughter and smiles. Dawn always seemed happiest in the company of the lesbian couple and for this Buffy, to a small degree, hated Willow and Tara. No hate is to strong a word, she thought, resent she considered. Then she realised what it was, I’m jealous Buffy thought, as she suddenly comprehended how she felt about the situation. I’m jealous of Willow and Tara, and their relationship with Dawn.
Buffy just couldn’t understand why she didn’t along with her sister, as well as her two close friends did. In fact, she worried that when the time came that Willow and Tara moved out and into their own place, Dawn would want to go with them, no matter where in the world that might be.
“Alright”, Buffy finally said conceding, “you can stay home when we go to Will and Tara’s bachelorette party.”
“Yay,” cheered Willow, Dawn and Tara together which caused another frown from the blonde, but Faith saw the frown and determined to talk to her lover about it later.
“BUT this does not mean you can have a party of your own,” Buffy continued, “you can have a friend over but do not invite everybody in the Sunnydale phonebook; I’ll leave you some money so you can get take out or pizza.” She stopped talking as she saw her friends, lover and sister all looking at her in surprise with raised eyebrows, “what, I’m not completely horrible,” she said indignantly.
“Thanks Buff,” Dawn said going to her sister and giving her a big hug.
“Just remember, I’m giving you this on Tara’s recommendation so if you screw this up you won’t just be letting me down or yourself down but Tara down too.”
The young girl looked at her sister then over to her friend, released her grip from Buffy and went and wrapped Tara tight in an equally big hug, which her best friend returned.
“I promise Tara, I won’t let you down,” Dawn said in a soft voice.
“I know Dawnie,” the taller girl replied smiling down at the girl she looked on as a younger sister, “I know we can all trust you to do the right thing.”
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Later that evening Buffy and Faith were in bed together, the dark haired girl had an arm wrapped round her girl, her head rested on Buffy’s shoulder.
“You know B, you did a nice thing letting Dawn stay home when we go out with the lovebirds for their bachelorette party.”
“I know Faith,” Buffy sighed sadly as she replied, “I’m just worried about what she’ll do or want to do in the future.”
“What do you mean B?”
“Dawn adores Tara and Willow; all three of them are like best friends which I guess they are to a degree. But they all get on so well together and Dawn loves spending so much time with them, I’m afraid that when they decide to move into a place of their own she’s going to want to go with them.”
Faith heard the sadness in Buffy’s voice and understood her girlfriends fear. Since Joyce’s death three years earlier, Dawn was the only immediate family Buffy had outside of grandparents. Everybody discounted Hank Summers because as Xander had said, he was just a complete bastard in ignoring his daughters when his ex-wife died.
Willow and Tara had moved in to the Summers home almost straight away and helped to raise Dawn. The young girl had immediately latched on to Tara as a mother figure and best friend, especially after Tara told Dawn how she had lost her own mother to cancer and how that had hurt and upset her, and the young woman had adopted Dawn as the younger sister she’d never had.
“Buffy,” Faith had said quietly, “we both know that Dawn is incredibly devoted to those two lovebirds and yeah, you’re right, when they move out she may want to go with them. But she is always going to know who her real sister is, and she will always know that this is her home. And even if she does go off with Red and T they’ll take good care of her, we both know that.”
“Hmm, I suppose,” the slender girl sighed sadly. Despite the fact that she knew what her lover was saying was true Buffy couldn’t help but wish that she and Dawn got on better instead of fighting almost all the time. Such as when she had suggested a weekend trip to L.A. and stayed at The Hyperion, a small hotel which was run by Angel, an old friend of Buffy’s, Willow’s and Xander’s from years back. Nearly every single day there had been a fight or an argument, which wound up in the siblings going home early and not talking to one another for over a month. A situation, which Willow, Tara, Xander and Anya all found highly amusing.
Faith wrapped her arm even tighter around Buffy drawing her girlfriend closer to her and kissed her softly on the lips. “Besides, if Dawn does leave with them we’ll have the entire house to ourselves. We could do it in whichever room we liked whenever we like and we’ll be safe in the knowledge that no one is going to disturb us.” The dark haired girl said this with a twinkle in her eye that didn’t go amiss by Buffy.
“Hmmm, did you say any room we like?”
“Any room, though we need to be careful in the living room. Carpets cause friction burns on the back.” She finished and before Buffy could respond, she found her lips had been claimed in a deep kiss.
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It was the night of the bachelorette party and in the candlelit bedroom she shared with Tara, Willow was getting ready for the big night out.
She wore a silk, short sleeve shirt in a shade of green that matched her eyes, a plain white mini skirt that stopped just above the knees revealing smooth legs and a pair of blue flat shoes she had bought to remind her of Tara’s eyes.
“Willow?” The green-eyed girl looked up from painting her nails, smiling as her fiancée, dressed equally simply in a white short sleeve peasant blouse that showed off her tanned arms, blue jeans and white flats entered the bedroom.
“Hey gorgeous,” the redhead said with a sexy smile “What can I do for you. Or give to you” she added in a sultry voice.
For a long time Tara just stood there gazing at her girlfriend, partly in awe as always by how beautiful Willow was, partly trying to compose herself and collect her thoughts as she tried to figure out a way to tell Willow what she had done and wondering how her lover would react. Then she began to cry. This in itself upset Willow who, knowing of Tara’s past, felt nothing but sympathy for the girl. She quickly approached the blonde-haired woman and took Tara’s hands in her own.
“Tara,” she said in a quiet voice, “Tara what’s wrong? Has somebody done something to upset you?”
At first, all the girl could do was shake her head, but finally she was able to sputter out
“No it’s just, you’re so beautiful and…and well look at me.”
Willow quickly took in the sight before her, the beautiful young blonde woman with the face of a Greek goddess, skin the colour of cream, hair the colour of ripe wheat. She had fallen in love with this young woman not just because of her gorgeous looks but also her kind, gentle, loving nature. So why would Tara consider herself so negatively, especially as she had grown so much as a person in the three years that the two girls had first befriended one another, and then become more than friends.
“What, I don’t understand,” the redhead replied, confusedly. In Willow’s eyes, Tara was the most beautiful being in the entire universe, for her love to feel badly about herself especially now meant that something fairly drastic must have happened.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I know,” Tara said to her and compared to you I’m…I’m nothing.”
This admission on Tara’s part shocked Willow to her very core and, not for the first time, she cursed the family that had treated her beautiful angel so abominably. She wrapped her arms round Tara in a fierce hug and holding her close said,
“Don’t ever say that Tara, you are NOT nothing. You are the most beautiful, amazing, sexy, wonderful person I know, you’re kind, gentle, loving, caring. Every time I look at you, I feel as if I’m looking at an angel. Dawn thinks you are the best friend and sister she has ever had and you are going to be my wife in a few weeks time. So never, ever say that you’re nothing. And did I say that you’re sexy” the vibrant redhead added with a wink and a grin."
Despite her words of comfort, the blonde young woman was still greatly upset. Willow led Tara over to their bed and sat her down before taking up a position beside her, still holding her loves hands and looking directly at her, spoke to her seriously.
“Tara, has someone said something to you, cos if they have, you can tell me.”
Tara just shook her head and sniffled.
“Is it your family, are they trying to take you away again?”
“N…no,” replied Tara.
“What’s wrong then?”
This was the moment that Tara had dreading and she braced herself before she explained.
“I wrote to my Father inviting him to the wedding.”
Willow just looked at her in astonishment, “you did what?” unsure if what she had just heard was a joke or not.
“I wrote to my Father and asked if he would come to the wedding.”
By now, rivulets of tears were streaming down Tara’s cheeks and her eyes were red from crying.
“But, why Tara, why would you do such a thing?” The redhead was puzzled by her fiancées actions. After having met them, she knew why Tara had been so happy to escape her father and brother so the idea of having invited a parent who should have shown his daughter nothing but love, yet instead chose to treat her as if she were some kind of servant, it just didn’t make any sense to the redhead.
Tara, her eyes rimmed red from crying looked up at her lover, took a deep breath, composed herself and said.
“Because we’re getting married and I wanted my father to give me away.”
Willow frowned at her lover’s confession and looked down at the carpeted floor.
Oh way to go Tara, you escape your really screwed up home life, find your soulmate, find a whole new family for yourself, then you go and do something really fucking stupid like invite the Father who treated you like shit because you like girls, to your own wedding to ANOTHER girl. Not just any girl, but your soulmate.
Tara looked over at Willow who was still frowning at the carpet, as if she disapproved of the pattern on it.
Now I’ve told the only girl I’ve ever truly been in love with, and she’s going to hate me for it. I bet she calls the wedding off and breaks up with me because I invited him. At this Tara dipped her head sadly to the floor as a fresh deluge of tears sprang from her eyes and she wished she had never sent the letter in the first place.
“Tara, Tara.” The voice was soft and loving. The blonde girl looked up, and she saw Willow looking back at her, a soft and gentle smile on her face and she felt Willow’s warm, soft hands enclose her own.
Oh great here it comes, and she’s gonna be nice about it too. Tara thought bitterly, expecting the worse. She’ll say, ‘Tara sweetie, I don’t think this is gonna work out for us so what say we break it off now before these wedding plans go any further’.
“Tara it’s ok, I understand why you invited your Father. I tried inviting mine too but he said he was going to be too busy. What a crock of shit, too busy to give his own daughter away,” the redhead said. That she was pissed at this was all to clear in her voice. “Anyway I asked Xander to give me away instead; he is practically my brother after all.”
“Wh…what are you saying,” Tara asked, sniffing. This wasn’t what she’d expected; thought that Willow wouldn’t want to have anything to do with her, not after this.
“Tara, I love you with all my heart, my soul. With my entire being and I understand why you invited your Father. I’m saying it’s ok, I don’t mind.” Willow gently raised her hand to Tara’s face, then cupped the girl’s cheeks and wiped away the tears that lingered there, glistening like little jewels in the candlelight.
Tara just stared at Willow, eye’s wide, like a deer caught in the headlights but all she could see in the emerald green of her lover’s eyes was nothing but the pure honesty of her love.
Finally Tara spoke again, her voice still a little choked up but not as badly so her beautiful melodic voice could be heard more clearly.
“It doesn’t matter anyway, he didn’t even bother to reply to my letter so I’m gonna ask Mr. Giles instead.”
There was a pause whilst Tara enjoyed feeling the redhead gently stroke the backs of her hands with her thumbs.
“I…I’m sorry.” She said, slightly shame-facedly.
“For what?” Willow replied.
“For having not told you sooner about writing to my father. You’re my girlfriend, my fiancée, I should have trusted you Willow and I didn’t because I was afraid of how you’d react, especially after having met my family.”
Willow just smiled gently at her whilst continually massaging the backs of Tara’s hands with her thumbs.
“It’s alright; you have nothing to be sorry for Tara. If it were me I would have probably done the same thing myself.”
There was a long comfortable silence between the girls as Tara just allowed Willow to stroke the backs of her hands in soft, gentle circular motions, each girl just sat there gazing into each others eyes, into each others souls.
“Willow.”
“Yeah,” the redhead just kept looking Tara straight in the eye, the smile still on her face.
“When we get married I want to be a Rosenberg. I don’t want to use my old family name any more, you’re my family now and it’s your name that I want to take as my own.”
Willow smiled at her girl and pulled her into a big loving hug.
“I don’t care what surname we use,” Willow said, “only that we spend the rest of our lives together,” then Willow kissed her lover deeply on the mouth before Tara rolled her backwards onto the bed so that she lay on top of Willow.
“I think I have some serious making up to do,” Tara said a little sheepishly.
“Well you know what they say,” Willow replied with a grin, “Making up is fun to do,” and with those words, she wrapped her arms round her lover pulling her in for another deep kiss.
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The sharply dressed quartet entered the club as if they owned the joint, sauntering in past the crowds of girls already filling the club, some eyeing up the girls round about, some buying drinks and others still dancing to the hip hop tunes that the female d.j. was playing.
Faith was in her favourite outfit of black tank top, leather pants and boots while Buffy was in a bright yellow blouse, jeans and strappy sandals.
“It’s a pity Xander wasn’t able to come,” Faith said, sounding a little mournful, “he’d have loved this.”
“What about Anya,” enquired Tara wondering where her best friend was?”
“Dunno,” replied Faith, “I guess she stayed home to look after Xan-man. But then we all know that if she didn’t he’d only be watching porn right.” The dark haired girls smirk quickly faded as she saw the frowns on the faces of her three friends. “Or not, she muttered under her breath.”
The foursome looked around appreciatively at the club. The walls were a tasteful shade of pink with colour globes flashing their multi-coloured psychedelic patterns around the room. Looking round Willow noticed a large crowd over at another doorway that led into a different part of the club.
“What’s over there?” she asked pointing in the direction of the crowd.
“Dunno Will, let’s go check it out,” replied Buffy as she followed the direction the redhead was pointing. “C’mon guys, we’re taking a look at what Willow’s found.” With that the girls set off, beers in hand, across to the crowd.
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Back home, Dawn was busy on the phone. She had waited a good half hour to ensure that Buffy, Faith, Willow and Tara were all well away before picking up the receiver and calling her school friend.
“Yo, Kim,” she called excitedly down the phone “Guess who has the house to herself?”
“Yep that’s right, ya wanna come over. I got pizza on order, with extra pepperoni, just the way you like it.”
“Ok, I’ll see you in a few minutes.” With that, Dawn hung up then phoned out for pizza.
Ten minutes later Kim arrived. Her black hair had purple streaks in it and her lips, blackened with face paint had a simple ring piercing through
them. She wore an ‘Emily the Strange’ tee with black jeans and sneakers. Her Goth look was added to with black eye shadow and her normally hazel eyes had a red tinge to them courtesy of some red contacts.
Buffy wasn’t too keen on Dawn having Kim as a friend, and neither were the rest of the family, even Tara who was usually very accepting of all others was a little dubious about Kim. However as she pointed out Dawn didn’t have a lot of friends outside of the family group, Kim seemed to genuinely like her, they enjoyed each others company and they hadn’t fought or gotten into any serious trouble together so Tara advised to just let them well alone and see what happened.
“So what’s the plan for the evening,” Kim asked in her usual drawl. “We watching films or make up night? I have some pink dye that would look awesome in your hair.” She said with a twinkle in her eye.
“Ok, that sounds fun but listen to my idea” Dawn said. “You know I’ve told you about my two friends Willow and Tara.” Kim just nodded but looked interested. “Well they have a bunch of smutty films they watch together, girl on girl flicks. I figured we could sneak a couple out and watch em. They’ve got to be good for a laugh if nothing else.”
“Yeah ok, Like ya say it’s gotta be good for a laugh.” Kim replied
“I’ll go get a couple, can you just pay the pizza delivery when he comes there’s a twenty on the kitchen table.”
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A few minutes later and Dawn was looking through the pile of twenty or so DVDs her two friends cum sisters kept in the back of their wardrobe. ‘Hmmm, Annabelle and Katie’s playtime, she said to herself as she read the cover to one of the films. She flipped it over and after giving the blurb a quick glance she put it to one side to watch with her friend and went back to looking through the film collection. One caught her eye in particular, unlike the brightly coloured wrappers of the other films this was a plain white and right at the bottom of the pile. She removed it from the pile and read the front of the label, Will and Tara’s home movies was written on the cover. Now Dawn knew that all the home movies the couple made of their family and friends were all downstairs so that would make this...
The girl pursed her lips in thought then an evil grin slowly crossed her face as she contemplated the idea of watching the two people she loved most in all the world getting it on in the bedroom. She put the home movies DVD along with the other film put the other films back in place in the wardrobe closed the doors and went down with the films.
Kim and Dawn sat on the sofa, plates of pizza on their laps and the home movies DVD in the player. Dawn pressed the play button and waited for the film to start.
As they watched, they saw the two girls sitting together on the bed hand in hand, both in tees and in jeans.
“Hi Dawnie,” they said out loud both smiling happily.
“Huh, what the… uh”, the teen said in astonishment as Willow and Tara greeted her.
“Busted,” the redhead and the blonde said out loud together, cheerfully “We thought you might try something like this, sneaking a peek at our private film collection,” continued Tara on the DVD quite happily, a big smile on her face.
Willow put on her best fake frowny face, wiggled the index finger of her free hand and said “bad Dawnie, naughty Dawnie.”
“Oh crap,” moaned Dawn, her head in her hands unable to believe what had happened
“Are these your friends?” Kim asked wonderingly “Cos if they are they don’t look to bad, in fact the blonde is a bit of a cutie. It’s odd that, I always figured that lesbians were supposed to be ugly,” Kim mused aloud.
“Now we both know that you’ve been rooting around in our personal film collection but if you put it back straight away we promise not to tell Buffy about this, or about the huge crush you’ve got on Gary Langstrom in your class,” on-screen Tara said with a smirk.
“You wouldn’t dare,” the teen said looking up sharply at the T.V. screen.
“And you know she’d really do it,” said on-screen Willow
“Oh god, she would wouldn’t she,” moaned Dawn looking up at the screen and a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach.
“Yes I would,” responded the onscreen Tara, almost as if an actual reply to Dawn’s comment.
“But if you put the films away we promise not to tell. And don’t think you can play them anyway and we won’t know cos I’ve put a code on them that I’ll be able to read on my computer, that will tell us if this has been watched or not,” said onscreen Willow.
“So now you know,” said onscreen Tara.
“Have fun,” the two girls called out together.” And with that, the film clicked off.
There was a long silence before Kim said, “So ya wanna dye your hair, pink would look good on you.”
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“Wow, leave it to red to find the coolest room of all,” said Faith appreciatively as she and the others saw the wrestling ring in the centre of the room. As they got closer to the ring they could see a figure within, dressed in a long red coat, like a circus ringmasters, which was complimented by a black top hat. The legs were covered by black fishnet stockings with flat heel shoes. The figure held on to the ropes of the ring and appeared to be talking to someone out of sight.
“What is it Faith?” Enquired Willow
“It’s an oil wrestling ring, red.” Faith replied, “Two girls will enter there with baby oil on their bodies and…well wrestle.”
“Why baby oil,” Willow asked wonderingly. She and Tara used it but never for fighting in simply because they never ever fought. The most that might occur would be a minor spat about once in a blue moon that they resolved in the same day. Then they usually had a different, more erotic use for baby oil.
“It makes it harder for them to grab their opponent plus it’s also spread fairly liberally on the floor so it’s difficult for them to stand upright. These matches can be pretty damn entertaining. Hell I’d love to get in there and kick some myself,” the brunette said, excited at the thought of seeing a real live match instead of one on T.V. “The only trouble is I don’t hate anyone enough, well apart from that douche DP. Christ she was so lame I just wanted to kick the crap out of her. Hell red she was so pathetic you could kick her ass, I still can’t believe I left Buffy for her.”
Willow and Tara exchanged a look, as they both understood to whom she was referring. The D.P, the nickname given to the girl Faith had left Buffy for only to have her return a short time later, begging forgiveness and promising to be faithful. That was about four months ago and so far everything was going well with the re-united lovers.
“Hey there sweet-cheeks, fancy seeing you here,” Buffy suddenly froze at the familiar voice coming from behind her. It was the voice of the girl from the coffee shop.
“And I see you’ve bought your entourage with you,” Jamie continued as she took in the other three girls before her, especially Tara.
“Who’s she?” Willow asked Tara, curious about the newcomer and more than a little jealous at the way she was eyeballing her lover.
“That’s the girl who hit on Buffy the other week in the Espresso Pump,” Tara replied, never once taking her eyes off Jamie. She saw that the girl had trimmed her shoulder length brown hair so that her nape was now open to the world and a tattoo of a gay pride flag was clearly visible there.
“I guess you’re their friends,” Jamie continued looking at Willow and Faith. “You make a cute couple, but neither of you are really my type. I prefer blondes myself.” She said this last with a lascivious look at Buffy but her words had not gone unheard by Willow and the redhead immediately wrapped her arms round her lovers waist in a propriertorial fashion with an ‘I dare you’ look at Jamie.
Jamie saw this and frowned for a moment before she realised.
“Oh my god, you two aren’t a couple,” she said looking between Buffy and Tara both of whom were glaring at her. “It’s you two,” Jamie continued turning her attention to the redhead and her girlfriend who was now hugging Willow just as close to her in an equally possessive manner.
“And Buffy is actually here with me,” added Faith as she draped an arm round the petite blonde’s shoulders.
Buffy’s wannabe lover took a long disparaging look at Faith before speaking.
“Wow, you must have been desperate to pick up that,” Jamie scoffed at Faith who immediately clenched her free hand into a fist. “My offer’s still on y’know, to rock your world, my cars parked outside. Dump these losers, come back to my place and I’ll give you a night you’ll never forget.”
“Faith said she’d love to get in the ring and kick some butt,” Willow whispered to Tara, now both observers to Jamie’s attempts to lure Buffy away from Faith. “And it looks like she’s going to get her wish.” Tara just nodded sagely at what she had known was going to occur as soon as Jamie had shown up.
“Do you wanna repeat what you just said,” Faith said coldly, now moving right into Jamie’s personal space arms folded across her chest.
“Why, are you deaf as well as ugly or are you just stupid,” Jamie replied immediately mimicking Faith’s posture, her words getting an ‘Oooh’ from Willow and Tara.
“You know, tonight might be even better than I’d hoped,” Tara said to Willow, enjoying the thought that this interloper would be getting the ass kicking she so richly deserved.
“Come on home with me, Buffy isn’t it,” Jamie said tuning her attentions back to her prey and placing a hand on her shoulder.
“Get your goddamned hands off of her,” said an incredibly pissed off Faith as she slapped Jamie’s hand off Buffy’s shoulder. “You try that again and I’ll rip your head off and piss down the neck hole.” The dark haired girl said fiercely, getting right in Jamie’s face who didn’t flinch once. Some of the other customers to the club turned to see what was going on, attracted by the noise of Faith’s outburst.
“You wanna piece of me bitch, you got it,” Jamie replied, feeling more confident knowing that she wasn’t facing Tara, and the two girls set off through the crowd towards the ring.
“Go kick her ass honey,” called Buffy after the two combatants to be and she hurried off after them.
“Wow, what do you thinks gonna happen?” Queried Willow surprised at the turn of events at hers and Tara’s bachelorette party.
“I’m not totally sure Will, but I think if that girl believes that Faith is gonna be a walkover she has a big surprise coming. D’ya wanna go see her kick that girls butt.
“Well, it beats having to sing on karaoke just promise me one thing Tara.”
“Anything for you sweetie.”
“Promise me that you’ll never enter that ring, EVER.”
Tara looked deeply into Willow’s eyes and saw all the love the smaller girl held for her there. She also saw all the insecurity that the redhead had. All the fears and paranoia that lay in her heart and it reminded her once again of why she loved the young redheaded woman. In Willow, Tara saw a mirror image of herself and the insecurities she herself had when she had first come to Sunnydale. Tara’s timidity, imposed on her by her brutal father and brother had slowly eroded however when she met Willow and they had immediately become great friends, a friendship which had deepened into love. It was this love, which now gave credence to Tara’s reply to Willow’s request. She took the smaller girls hands in her own as she made her vow to her love.
“Oh my sweet, beautiful Willow,” Tara began, the sincerity of her words evident in her voice. “My beautiful, darling Willow I promise you now that for all the years we are together I shall never EVER enter that ring and fight anyone.” The taller blonde girl paused for a moment as she thought for a moment before continuing. “Unless someone is being disrespectful to you that is. Then I’m going to kick their butts and I don’t care if it’s Buffy, Faith, Xander anyone. If anyone isn’t nice to you, I’ll make him or her regret it. I think we should be safe with Dawn, Anya and Giles though,” she concluded with a smile and gave Willow a kiss luxuriating in the feel of the smaller girl’s soft warm lips against her own full ones.
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The two girls emerged form the changing rooms and marched across the club floor to the wrestling ring to loud cheers and whistles from the attendees. Both were in garish bikini tops and boxer shorts. Faith’s top was a gold lame that exposed her trim, muscled stomach. She was followed by Jamie in a brightly coloured bikini top that revealed an equally impressive body, which showed Faith’s opponent, worked out just as much, Jamie also wore shin and elbow pads which made Tara think what a wuss . Both girls’ bodies glistened with oil over their bodies as they clambered into the ring.
“Geez, “that bikini looks like one of Xander’s shirts,” Buffy muttered, referring to Jamie’s bikini top, much to the amusement of her two friends.
Tara smiled at the idea of Willow in a wrestling ring ready to take on all-comers. An image formed in her mind of the redhead in a gold lame bikini, like Faith’s and her mouth started to water. She could see it so clearly now, Willow’s stomach, flat and smooth with hidden muscles, her bikini top showing just enough cleavage to interest anyone, gay or straight. Willows arms, slender but strong and powerful enough to make her more than a match for anyone or anything that dared cross her path, and suddenly Tara felt a little damp in her panties.
Tara suddenly realised all over again why no one could ever compare with her own little tree. Tara decided to ask Xander if he would help her buy a wrestling bikini over the internet with his computer that way Willow wouldn’t find out on theirs at home, then she’d have a nice surprise for her girl, and maybe some new role-play games for the bedroom.
A bell suddenly rang and the ring-lady climbed into the ring and started to speak into the wireless mic she held.
“Ladies; I, Veronica, as owner and manager, would like to welcome you to the opening night of the Hot Pussy club, and I see that there are more than a few hot pussies in this crowd.” A great cheer went up from the crowd at this and Veronica, the ringmaster, smiling, paused until the applause had died down then she continued.
“As you will note we are fortunate to have our own wrestling ring here which you ladies will be free to use, all you have to do is ask. One thing though it is merely for fun and enjoyment. This is not the place to settle any serious grievances.”
On hearing that, Buffy wondered what Veronica would think if she knew that the reason Faith and Jamie were going to fight was because they did have a serious grievance, with one another over Buffy herself. Probably throw us all out, she surmised, but then they would only start to fight over me again in the middle of the street. She brightened as it struck her; wow, I have two girls fighting over me
“Now to begin the evening’s entertainment we have Faith,” as the ringmaster called the name out she indicated the girl in the corner wearing the gold lame bikini who immediately got up on the ropes and raised her arm in the air just as she had watched the professionals do on T.V., her body shone under the brilliant overhead lights. As she did this she received loud appreciative cheers and wolf whistles from the audience, the loudest coming from Buffy, Willow and Tara.
“And here we have Jamie,” called out Veronica as she introduced Faith’s opponent. Jamie was slightly larger and evidently worked out a little as she displayed her muscles to the crowd, showing her biceps off to the crowds equally appreciative cheers. There was evidently a lot more power there than in Faith but Buffy herself knew that to a good combatant, size and strength were unimportant. Anyone who had been trained well in any of the fighting arts could have someone like Jamie on their butt within minutes, if not seconds.
A bell rang and the two competitors in the ring approached each other cautiously, watching one another for an opening. Faith made left her side unguarded and provided a fake opening for Jamie to attack. The brown-haired girl leaped in to attack only for Faith to dive suddenly out of the way, Jamie staggered slightly but stayed upright.
Faith immediately leaped on to the back of the larger girl trying to get a grip on her but the baby oil made it awkward for her. Jamie felt her opponent on her back so she did the only thing she could, she threw herself sideways to the floor so that she fell on top of Faith then elbowed the dark haired girl hard in the abdomen.
Jamie then pulled Faith to her feet and, wrapping her arms tightly round her opponents head, leapt up high and landed on her knees and lower legs, which were protected by the shin pads.
Faith, meanwhile, was in absolute agony, and very surprised. She had been in plenty of fights in her time, some she’d lost others she’d won but never had she fought someone like Jamie before. She didn’t exactly fight dirty, just knew more tricks and Faith was more used to brawling and using her fists. If she was going to win Faith was going to have to come up with something creative, and fast.
Despite the pain in her stomach Faith hauled herself to her feet and readied herself for the next bout. The rivals circled each other warily then Faith saw a smirk cross Jamie’s face. The brown haired girl suddenly crossed the arena to the ropes, pushed herself back against them and used the ropes like a catapult to propel herself across the ring toward Faith, aiming to take her down.
Faith saw her coming and dropped to a crouch on her left side, right leg sticking out. Jamie couldn’t avoid the leg and tripped over it staggering into the ropes on the opposite side from where she had come.
Faith quickly took the advantage and, twisting her opponent’s right arm hard up behind her back grabbed Jamie by her hair and rammed her face into one of the rubber covered corner buckles.
Tara, Willow and Buffy all winced at this, “That has gotta hurt the redhead said,” giving voice to the thought they all shared. “You’d DEFINITELY better not go in that ring ever Tara Maclay or you’re gonna have to answer to me,” she said to the blonde girl, just a little taller than herself who was holding her hand.
“Ooh, yes ma’am,” Tara said teasingly but when she saw how her lover was glaring at her the smile faded and she said, “No Willow, I promise I won’t ever do that.”
Something had happened that the lovers had missed so that when they turned their attention back to the fight they saw Faith on Jamie’s back and was trying to make her tap out by twisting her legs. Jamie used her arm muscles to push herself over so that her foe was suddenly flat on her back on the canvas. Jaime tried to stand but the oil on the floor made her slip and she half fell on top of Faith.
The two fighters started to grapple with one another each trying to gain the upper hand, first Faith then Jamie. The crowd around the ring was wild with excitement with girls jumping up and down, yelling and cheering when Faith, who appeared to be the favourite, was on top and winning.
The raven-haired girl took advantage of the fact that Jamie was slightly weaker and stood up to showboat for the crowd. Jamie felt the weight release from her back as Faith stood up and tried to escape to the ropes by sliding herself across the oiled wrestling ring only to have Faith dive on her back again to hold her in place.
The young woman then got to her feet, pulled on the legs of her rival, so that Jamie was unable to get to the ropes and hauled back into the centre of the ring.
Seeing the two girls in the ring, wearing little more than tight tank tops and sports vests, grappling with one another in the oil, both Willow and Tara started to feel more than a little hot.
The redhead turned to her girlfriend.
“You wanna?” She asked breathlessly.
“Oh yeah,” came the blonde’s equally breathless reply.
“Come on,” the redhead replied and, taking Tara’s hand in her own both girls sped off to look for a taxi to take them home.
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Faith finally made Jamie tap out by folding her legs behind her and crossing them over at the ankles then knelt on them. She twisted Jamie’s left arm behind her with one hand then wrapped her other arm round Jamie’s jaw and pulled it back further and further until the agony became too much for Jamie and she had no choice but to tap on the canvas floor with her free arm.
“It looks like we have a winner,” cried out Veronica motioning for Faith to release her opponent. She stood up, releasing her grip on Jamie who moved slowly to the ropes and dragged herself painfully up to where a medic met her and checked to see if she had any permanent injuries.
The ringmaster raised Faith’s right arm and the cheering of the crowd became even louder.
“Ladies, I give you tonight’s winner and our first champion Faith.” Once again a huge wave of noise erupted from around the ring as the crowd roared its approval. “As well as being our first champion Faith is also the winner of a check for $2000,” said Veronica as she released Faith’s arm to reach into her ringmaster’s pocket, retrieved the valuable piece of paper, and passed it to the dark haired girl.
“Baby, you won,” cried a jubilant Buffy to her girl, her two friends forgotten. She quickly scrambled into the wrestling ring, cupped Faith’s face in her hands and kissed her soundly in front of the ecstatically cheering crowd. The dark haired girl wrapped her still sticky arms round her lover and drew her in for an even deeper kiss. Eventually the girls parted for breath and just stood there in the centre of the ring.
“Home?” Buffy asked breathlessly, gazing into Faith’s dark brown eyes.
“Definitely,” said Faith, “I still have some exercising to do, and only you can help me with it,” she finished with a wolfish grin.
With that the two lovers walked, hand in hand, to the ropes, helped each other out of the ring and down the metal steps and out of the club. And every step of the way they were cheered by the massed crowd of women, young and old, who were all hoping to find that someone special to share their lives with.
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The girls exited the cab and quickly scurried down the path to the house, kissing each other every step of the way, which made it a little awkward as Buffy tried to unlock the front door with one hand on the key while the other was wrapped round the dark haired girl’s waist. Finally, she managed it and they two nearly stumbled to the living room floor. They got up, headed up the stairs, and heard Willow crying out “Tara! Oh god yes right there, oh god yesss.” from their friends room.
“I can’t believe that Willow has such a pair of lungs on her,” giggled Buffy. “She was so quiet and innocent when I first met her.”
“I remember a certain blonde being equally quiet when I first met her,” replied Faith and Buffy looked shyly into her lover’s eyes. She took Faith’s hand in her own and led her to her bedroom closing the door behind her.
Faith leaned forward and captured Buffy's lips with hers. "I love you," she whispered. Faith's shaking hand found its way to the buttons of Buffy's blouse as the petite blonde's tongue gently brushed her bottom lip, seeking and being granted entrance into her warm mouth. The dark haired girl moaned into Buffy's mouth as their tongues danced together, and she managed with trembling fingers to get her lover's blouse open, sliding her hand inside to cup the softness of Buffy's breast.
Buffy's back arched, pushing the fullness of her breast farther into Faith's hand even as her own hands ran up and down Faith’s back a few times, enjoying the feel of the slightly sticky skin against her hands. Eventually she came to the sports vest Faith was wearing still from her fight with Jamie and pushed it up and off. Then there were no words between them as they brought themselves back together at the most primal levels. Faith wasn't sure when she'd become completely naked, but she decided that it didn't really matter, since they were in bed and Buffy above her was also naked.
She gasped as the blonde's knee came up between her thighs to press against their juncture, sliding up as it became slick with the wetness of Faith's arousal. Buffy lay herself down carefully along the length of her lover's body. Stomachs touched, breasts pressed to breasts, lips meeting each to catch the gasps and moans of the other.
Faith lifted her own leg so it came into contact with Buffy's sex, her lips curving upwards in a sensual smile, as Buffy pressed downward in order to increase the pressure. Buffy moaned low in her throat and leaned down, gently taking Faith's bottom lip between her teeth and sucking on it.
Faith gasped at the sensations that simple act shot through her body.
She felt Buffy's hands trail along her body, one hand finding a pebble-hard nipple, which she proceeded to roll and pinch between her fingers as she slowly kissed her way down Faith's neck to lay her hot mouth on the other.
While she was still processing those sensations, Faith felt the fingers of her blonde lover's other hand slide down her stomach and between her legs, sliding in the silky wetness over the bud of pleasure that they found there.
Faith moaned her lover's name and was rewarded with the sensation of two fingers sliding into her while the soft pad of a thumb continued to stroke her button. The hot mouth licking and nibbling at her nipples combined with the sensations below to send Faith screaming over the edge and into deep, rippling ecstasy.
She lay there, getting her breath back, and suddenly flipped them over so that she was on top of Buffy. The other girl's hair, fanned out across the pillows beneath her and Faith lowered her lips to Buffy's with jackhammer force. Their tongues met and danced fiercely as Faith took Buffy's nipples between her fingers, pinching and twisting them to make her lover writhe and gasp beneath her.
She moved herself to the side and down to the juncture between Buffy's neck and shoulder, latching onto the pulse point there and sucking hard enough to leave a strawberry-colored mark on the pale flesh. When she was satisfied with the mark, she leaned up to Buffy's ear. "You're mine," she growled, "and I'm never letting you go, ever."
Buffy moaned her agreement to this sentiment as Faith began to kiss her way down her lover's body. She slid her body between Buffy's legs, took the girl's hips in her hands, and lowered her mouth to Buffy's heat. The blonde girl's back arched at the first touch and she cried out Faith's name. "That's right," Faith panted. "Say my name. Say it again. Know who this is. Know who owns you."
"Oh God! Faith!" Buffy's hips were bucking. "Faith! Please!"
Faith smiled and slid two fingers into Buffy's body while latching her mouth onto the core of Buffy's pleasure. The petite blonde girl gasped once and then clutched at the sheet underneath her, calling Faith's name as her orgasm thundered through her body.
Faith slid back up Buffy's body and pulled her girl's head over to pillow on her shoulder. She tugged the comforter further up their bodies to keep them warm in the chill evening. She wrapped her arm over Buffy’s shoulders while Buffy in her turn draped a leg over Faith’s thighs and an arm over her stomach. There, in the bed, two girls slept safely in one another's arms, both happy in the knowledge that they belonged to one another and nobody else.
TO BE CONCLUDED
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