A Charmed SlayerAuthor:
None of it is mine! If I owned any of these characters I would not be writing right now. All things Buffy belong to Joss Whedon and Charmed belongs to the WB and Constance M. Burge.Summary:
Buffy is killed in action and reborn with new powers and a whole new destiny. The Powers That Be prevent her from seeing anyone from her past life until her eighteenth birthday when a new enemy appears and Angel Investigations must find the ‘Reborn Champion.’A/N:
So this is so
not what I had planned when I started this chapter. I’m kinda nervous about how it turned out, actually. Please let me know what you think of it.A/N2:
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Chapter 7: Teasing Tara(Christmas Eve 2018)
Tara stood before the Looking Basin, a soft smile on her face as she watched Willow getting ready for bed. Just as the redhead was climbing into bed, the door that lead to the bathroom opened and Oz walked into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, wet and fresh from the shower. Tara smiled as Oz leaned over and gave Willow a kiss before he turned to the dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers.
Tara’s eyes widened as Oz dropped his towel and she looked away. She bit her lip lightly before glancing back at the scene in the looking basin. Oz had paused in his movements at something Willow had said and looked up, shooting a grin at his wife.“Ya know,”
Willow started, “If I wasn’t so damn tired, I would definitely be taking advantage of you right now.”
Oz looked up at her with a grin, “Really now? Hmm, who said you had to be the one taking advantage?”
He asked as he dropped the boxers to the floor and slowly made his way to the bed.
Willow let out a soft shriek as her husband pulled her up out of the bed and flush with his own body.
Tara blushed brightly and looked away once more but turned back when she heard Willow’s soft giggle.
Oz was softly nuzzling Willow’s neck, occasionally placing soft kisses along her jaw and at her pulse point. His hands had disappeared under Willow’s pajama top and slid up her sides, taking the shirt as he went and moments later he slipped the shirt over Willow’s head. He wrapped an arm around her waist and resumed kissing her neck before slowly making his way down the redhead’s chest.
Willow let out a soft gasp as Oz’s mouth latched onto a nipple and her legs seemed to give out from under her, Oz’s strong arm around her the only thing keeping her up.
Oz quickly swept Willow up into his arms and laid her back on the bed, gently settling his weight over her. He continued kissing his way down the redhead’s body, down over her stomach and along the top of her pajama shorts. His hands were gliding up and down her legs. After a few moments, his hands slid over the top of her shorts to her waist, gently hooking the elastic waistband and sliding the shorts, along with Willow’s panties, down her legs and off to be dropped onto the floor. Oz slowly kissed his way back up his wife’s body; purposely avoiding the place Willow wanted his attention most.
Willow watched him through half-lidded eyes, her breathing already erratic. It was amazing how well he knew her body, how easy it was for him to make her body sing.
As Oz finally made his way back up her body, he kissed her deeply as he slid into her body, causing Willow to cry out softly.
Tara watched with wide eyes as Willow and Oz made love, knowing that she really shouldn’t be watching but unable to look away. She was gripping the sides of the Looking Basin tightly to hold herself up as her legs had given out on her, her breathing rapid from the lust coursing through her body.
She watched as Willow started thrashing on the bed, her nails digging into Oz’s back and knew from experience that the redhead was close. And sure enough, moments later Willow cried out in blissful ecstasy, her breath coming in gasps and her head thrown back in pleasure. Oz followed Willow over the edge almost immediately and Tara let out a soft whimper at the looks of pure bliss on both of their faces.
Oz gently rolled to the side and pulled Willow’s body to him, wrapping his arms around her and pulling the covers up over them.
Willow laid her head on Oz’s chest and ran her fingers over his abs, smiling softly as the muscles jumped beneath her touch. She let out a soft sigh and snuggled closer to the warmth of her husband’s body. “Wow,”
Oz smiled softly and dropped a kiss onto the top of her head, “Yeah, wow.”
He agreed. “I love you, Willow.”
Willow pulled up enough to look into Oz’s eyes and smiled back at him before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “I love you, too,”
She whispered before lying back down and snuggling as close as she could.
Tara finally managed to stand up on her own once more as she tenderly watched the two fall asleep. She reached out and let her hand hover over the image of the two lovers and smiled softly. “I love you,” She whispered.
“Now, are you talking to Willow or Oz?” A voice questioned, causing Tara to spin around, her hand pressed tightly to her rapidly beating heart. “Or maybe you’re talking to both of them?”
“Darla!” Tara gasped, “Goddess, you scared me!”
Darla just grinned. “You do realize you didn’t answer my question, right?” The older blonde questioned as she made her way up next to Tara, glancing into the Basin at the image of Willow and Oz cuddled together asleep. She raised an eyebrow as she noticed Willow’s bare shoulder and shot Tara a sly look, “So, see anything interesting?”
Tara’s face flushed as she reached out and waved her hand over the image in the Basin causing the image to disappear. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” She mumbled.
Darla laughed, “Suuure, you don’t.” She waited for Tara to look up at her before ginning and continuing, “So…was it hott?”
Tara flushed once more and turned around, starting to walk away but Darla simply laughed once more and grabbed onto the younger girl’s arm, pulling her close. “Aww, I’m just teasing you, Tara.”
Tara just glared at her.
Darla shrugged, “So, you never answered my question. Were you talking to Willow or Oz?”
Tara blushed once more, though not nearly as brightly as before, “W-willow, of c-course. I-I’m a l-lesbian, remember?”
“Riiight,” Darla replied sarcastically, “Come on, Tara, admit it; you have a crush on Oz. And really, no one can blame you; he’s total eye-candy. And who doesn’t love the strong, silent type?”
“Daaarlaaa,” Tara whined, “Leave me alone.”
“Nope, not until you admit it. That’s the sixth time in the last three months that I’ve caught you watching Oz as well as Willow. And that’s not including the three times I caught you watching just Oz, no Willow to be seen.”
Tara blushed once more, “You’ve really caught me that many times?”
Darla nodded, “Yup. I think it’s sweet. Now admit that you like Oz!”
Tara sighed, “Fine. Fine, I admit it. I’m in love with Oz, too.”
“See, now that wasn’t so hard was it?” Darla grinned. “Come on, we’re supposed to be at the Manor in the morning for presents and you know that’s going to be absolute chaos, so we should probably get some sleep.
Tara just nodded and stepped away from her fellow Whitelighter, getting ready to orb away. Just as she was about to disappear Darla called out to her, stopping her. “Yeah?”
Darla grinned, a mischievous gleam in her eyes, “So, seriously, how hott were they?”
Tara just glared and shook her head, disappearing in a swirl of blue and white orbs, Darla’s laughter ringing behind her.BtVSxCharmedBtVSxCharmedBtVSxCharmedBtVSxCharmed
Well, what did you think? Like I said, this is so not what I had in mind when I started this. Please, please, please let me know what you think, I’m really nervous about how the first half of this chapter turned out.
I hope you all liked it, please leave a review and let me know how it turned out.