Tara Bad

It's been kinda lonely 'round here lately. Oh, sure, Tara's been by, but not as often as before. And when she's been here, it's been rough and tumble, quick and dirty. Not that I mind, but sometimes you get used to things being a certain way.

There's been some excitement though. Nasty demon from somewhere else, crashed here in an asteroid or something and tried to eat Slayer's mum. Nasty bugger, he was. Captain Cardboard took off. That was fun to learn. He and Slayer had a face-off, I expect. Then, Red lets loose a troll on Sunnydale. Now, I like demons and monsters as much as the next guy who likes to beat things up, but even I'm not takin' on a troll. Turns out this troll was Anya's ex. Interesting choice in companions there.

"Spike?" a quiet voice floats through the crypt from m'door. It's Little Miss Muffett. Hope she didn't bring curds and whey. Can't stand that stuff - it always looked like curdled milk. Dru used to eat it or play in it, but I never touched the stuff.

"'Lo, love. Back to play, are we?"

She smiles and blushes bright red. I love that. Makes her look so innocent, when I know she's not. "D-did the W-Watchers come talk t-to you today?"

I nod. "Yeah, they did. Brought a cross and everything." I frown.

She laughs. It's nice. Real nice. And this is gettin' harder to deal with each time she comes here. I want to send her away, but then that twinge in the back of my head that reminds me how damn lonely it is here when no one's around starts to 'twinge' and I just pull her close and stuff my tongue down her throat.

I feel hands on my chest, pushing me away and realize that I actually am sticking my tongue down her throat. I let her go and take a step backwards, but she pulls me back, holding me.

"Spike, what are we doing? What is this to you?" she asks.

I was so hoping this conversation wouldn't come up - ever. "I don't know, pet. What do you want it to be?"

"Over," she says with no commitment to the word. "I mean, I like you. But, I don't even think I'd be here if not for the demon side of me being severely attracted to you."

Schizophrenic comes to mind. "Love, I told you, several times, that you don't have to come here. And that you don't have to do anything if you do."

She hangs her head, staring at the floor as she backs away. I put a hand under her chin and raise her head so her eyes meet mine. "Tara, do you want to leave?"

She shakes her head.

"Do you want to kiss me?"

She nods and reaches up to kiss me. I don't stop her. She can do whatever she wants.

"Take off your clothes," she commands in a breathy voice, so sultry and full of lust that I have little choice but to obey, because I like this command. So, I take m'clothes off and wait for whatever she has planned next.

Her warm fingers crawl over my cool skin, tickling, teasing, pinching. She leans forward and slides her tongue from one nipple to the other, taking time to nip at each with her teeth before grazing her tongue over my skin, up my neck and behind my ear. If she keeps doing things like that, I'm never letting her leave.

"Want you. Now," she growls, primal and aggressive.

"I'm all yours, love. Do what you like. 'Cept kill me."

She throws me to the ground - hit m'head on the floor, hurt a little, I'll live - and straddles my hips. She's got me pinned down pretty good and she's teasing, licking at my lips and down my neck, sucking at my throat. It's exhilarating.

"Please, don't stop," I whisper at her and she cackles and grinds her hips against mine - she's still dressed, not fair.

She shoves my hands over my head and gives me a look that tells me I'm not to move them until she says so. Shit, I think I can do that. Her fingernails dig into my arms as she slides her hands back to my shoulders and down my chest. Love this. Aggressive women are so much fun.

I growl low in my throat and she tilts her head and frowns at me.

"Why are you growling, love?" she asks in a decent imitation of my voice. "Don't you like this?" And she grinds her hips against me again. Very much not fair.

"Love it." I growl again and she moves again. Bloody hell. "Don't stop," I tell her.

A wicked grin flashes over her face and she pulls at my arms, directing them toward her panties. Hope she doesn’t try to break my arms if I do the wrong thing here. I tuck my fingers around the waistband, ready to pull them down her legs, but she growls at me and I stop. I can't believe she growled at me. Nice. Wish I knew what she wanted though.

She leans close to my ear and whispers, "Tear them off."

That's new. Actually, so is her decision to wear panties. Tear. I can do that. Really, my brain is more functioning along the lines of - Tara say tear. Tear now. Think later. Sod off. But, I do have to keep a few brain cells working to do this. She licks my ear and nibbles at the top of my neck. I slide my fingers along the edge of her panties and pull hard; they separate from her body in a long, slow rip.

She moans against my neck, her breath warm and moist, still grinding her hips into mine. My hands come to rest on her thighs, awaiting further instruction. I'm content to just lay here and let her do what she likes as long as I get some benefit from it. I close my eyes and concentrate on the feeling of her lips and tongue over my skin - soft, warm, wet. She adds teeth at just the right places, eliciting deep moans of pleasure - hey, I know how to enjoy m'self.

"Spike," she whispers, "do it. Now."

Vague much? Come on now, I need a little more than… whoa… okay, nevermind, she's taking care of that too. She covers my mouth with hers, her tongue darting out to lick at my lips and teeth - and don’t ask me how she does that.

She rolls and moves and pants and moans and tells me to keep my hands on her hips - which I do - and nips at my face and neck until she's satisfied, then she lays her head on my chest, out of breath and smiling. Bloody hell, why's she smiling?

"Tara?"

"Huh?"

"Smiling?" So I can only choke out one word at a time, gimme a break here, just because I'm a vampire doesn’t mean I have unlimited energy.

"Shhhh," she tells me. Okay. For now. Dunno what's going on, but she's happy - at the moment - so I'll just let her be.

Part V