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CHAPTER 23- “I’ll take Faith.”Tara exited the house. She looked around but she didn’t see any indication in which direction Faith had gone. She had to find Faith. She knew Faith had walked to the house so she started walking towards the Espresso Pump, since Faith lived nearby.
Tara was taking deep breaths to calm herself down. Millions of questions were running through her head. Why hadn’t Dawn talked to her? Dawn used to trust in her before anybody else. She wouldn’t have freaked out. She would have understood…
Tara easily got to the Espresso Pump but of course Faith wasn’t there. So she went to the Slayer’s apartment. Even before knocking on the door she knew Faith was there, she could feel the energy, that especial force of nature that was the Slayer.
Tara knocked on the door and waited.
“Faith, c’mon, open the door,” Tara said.
After a few seconds, Tara knocked again.
“I know you’re there,” Tara almost yelled. “Open the damn door, Faith.”
This time she got an answer.
“LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE, BLONDIE!”
Tara sighed. She didn’t want to do what she was about to do… The blonde grabbed the doorknob and whispered a quick spell. The door opened easily and she entered.
Faith was watching TV on the couch, drinking from a bottle of vodka. She had drunk almost half a bottle already and didn’t even look up when she heard Tara closing the door.
“Leave me alone, T,” Faith said, not looking away from the TV. The Slayer took another long gulp of her vodka.
“You shouldn’t do that when you’re under stress, ya know,” Tara said and made her way towards the couch. She sat on the other end of the couch and looked at Faith. The Slayer never looked at her.
“Fuck the stress. I can do whatever the fuck I want to, T,” Faith said and took another gulp.
“What happened back at the house with Dawn?” Tara asked.
“Nothing, T. Mind your own business,” Faith replied before taking another gulp.
Tara reached out and stole the bottle from her. Tara placed it on the floor by the side of the couch and looked at Faith, who was finally looking at her.
“We’re going to talk, Faith. And I don’t care what you want, we are going to talk because you’ve been sleeping with Dawn, who I consider my little sister,” Tara said, sounding rather harsh.
Once again, Faith was speechless, as if she had just been slapped in the face.
“Now, what happened back at the house?” Tara asked.
“D got a fuckin’ date with some chick and forgot about tonight,” Faith said and Tara raised an eyebrow. “We were goin’ to have a movie night, eat pop corn and junk food,” Faith explained.
“You sound way too upset just because she forgot about tonight and way too jealous because she got a date,” Tara said.
“I’m not fuckin’ jealous!” Faith snapped. “I don’t care whoever she fucks. I just don’t like to be ditched.”
“Please, Faith. That crap…try it on somebody else, not with me. You are jealous, even if you don’t want to admit it. And the question is why? Why are you jealous?”
“I’m not! Fuck…give me back my bottle, Tara!” Faith demanded and extended her hand.
“No. Why are you jealous?” Tara repeated the question.
“Give me my fuckin’ bottle, Tara,” Faith ordered again.
“No. Let’s start from the beginning, then…Why, Faith? Why Dawn?”
“I was horny, kay? I gave her a choice, she wanted it. She wanted to be fuck buddies, it wasn’t my idea. It was her fuckin’ idea,” Faith said.
“You wanted her?”
“Did ya see her? She’s fuckin’ beautiful, sexy, smart and my fuckin’ God she smells delicious!” Faith laid her head back on the back of the couch and looked up to the ceiling. “She’s a fuckin’ Goddess in bed…” Faith whispered, more to herself than to Tara.
Tara didn’t need to know that little detail but she didn’t comment.
“Is that all she makes you feel?” Tara asked, instead of telling her not to spill any more details about Dawn’s skills in bed.
“She sure knows what to do with that big mouth of hers,” Faith whispered, again more to herself than to Tara. The Slayer let out a small chuckled and kept looking up to the ceiling.
“I meant when you’re not having sex. When you’re just hanging out. How does she make you feel?”
Faith shrugged.
“Don’t know. She’s a friend. She’s fun to hang out with.
“Is that all? All she makes you feel?”
“I don’t know…” Faith seemed to ponder the question for a minute. “She gets me, ya know?”
“I assume you don’t mean just in the sex, right?”
Faith shook her head. She was still looking at the ceiling, as if concentrating her eyes on something could make her feel better or give her some comfort.
“She somehow gets what I’m thinkin’ and what I want…I don’t have to say a word to her. She always knows…I trust her, I get her as well,” Faith answered.
“And what else?” Tara asked.
“What you mean?” Faith frowned, but Tara could only see the side of her face.
“What else does she make you feel?” Tara asked.
“I don’t know…”
“Faith…think, feel….When you see her in the morning, when she laughs, when she’s excited, when she’s hurt…what do you feel?” Tara asked and thought about Willow…She shook her head. She couldn’t talk to Faith is she was thinking about her adorable, sweet, loving, kind…Tara shook her head again.
“I don’t know…” Faith didn’t say anything else so Tara grabbed the bottle from the floor and gave it to her again. The Slayer took a long gulp and went back to stare at the ceiling. Tara remained silence. “I remember the morning after the first night…I woke up and saw her there on my bed. She was still sleepin’…” Faith took another zip from the bottle. “She looked like an angel…so beautiful…And her laughter is one of the best sounds I ever heard, is…”
“Heavenly?” Tara said and couldn’t help to think about her girlfriend’s laughter. It made her smile.
“Yeah, it is.” Faith laughed out loud before taking another gulp. “She looks like a 5 year old kid when she’s excited. And I like it, it’s contagious.” Faith took another gulp and frowned. “Just the thought of her hurtin’ or somebody hurtin’ her makes my blood boil. When that vamp dared to touch her I wanted to rip him apart! And at the same time I was…” Faith took another gulp from the bottle. “I don’t know…So fuckin' proud for her winnin’ that fight…”
Tara smiled.
“We all were. Now I see why you got jealous, Faith,” Tara said.
“I wasn’t jealous, T! It’s just…” Faith took a long gulp from her bottle. “The idea of her with somebody else makes me go crazy. I wanna punch anybody who dares to touch her!”
Tara sighed.
“Faith, you know what you feel…why not admit it?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You do know. Faith, don’t run away from your feelings. I usually would let you deal with it on your own time, but Dawn is at risk here and I won’t let you,” Tara said.
“What are talking about?”
“If you love her, if you feel something for her, then face it and deal with it,” Tara said.
“Love…? What?” Faith frowned and tilted her head to the side, finally looking at Tara. “You’re sayin’ that what I feel…this thing in my stomach…this dizziness when we kiss…isn’t just because I’m horny?”
“Faith, you are aware of what you feel. Don’t run from it. Don’t run from your feelings because you’re going to hurt yourself and Dawn. And I love Dawn as if she was my little sister, so I won’t let you hurt her.”
“I don’t know…Is it wrong to want to be as close as possible to her…and kiss her. I could spend hours just kissin’ her…” Faith said slowly, as if she was just realizing that little fact.
“I know that admitting the scares the crap out of you. It’s scary, I know that, but if you let yourself feel it…trust me, you’ll feel like you never felt before.” Tara seemed to think for a moment and decided to ask. “You never fell in love, did you?”
Faith was silent for a few minutes. She didn’t know whether to answer that question or not. And Tara was right…that scared the shit out of her…
“That only person I ever told I love them was my grandmother…and she died when I was 7 years old, Tara,” Faith slowly admitted.
“I know, Faith. And it’s scary.” Tara got closer and placed her hand on Faith’s arm. “I remember when I started dating Willow, I used to think
‘What did I do to deserve her? I’m nothing especial, I’m not pretty, I’m worthless. How somebody like her can be with somebody like me?’” Tara looked right into Faith’s eyes. “You still have no idea, Faith, how much you and I are alike. I understand what you’re feeling.”
Faith seemed to think for a moment and then shook her head.
“Doesn’t matter what I feel ‘cause D wants nothing with me like that,” Faith whispered.
“She does, Faith. Trust me, I know she does. I knew she was falling for you before I knew it was you. She’s not like us, she deals with her feelings quickly. She’s not afraid,” Tara said.
“You taught her well, T,” Faith said.
“Maybe…Now the question is…would you let yourself feel and take the risk?”
“I don’t…know…”
“You’re strong, Faith, you like challenges, adventures. Let love be your new adventure…”
Faith finished the bottle, Tara took it and placed it on the coffee table. The Slayer seemed to think for a moment.
“What if she doesn’t want to?”
“Well…if she doesn’t want to…then I’ll bring you a bottle of vodka myself and make you company while you drink it,” Tara said, only half-joking.
“Cheap vodka or good vodka?”
“The best I can get,” Tara promised.
“Thanks, T.” The fell silent for a few minutes, both lost in thoughts. Until Faith decided to break the silence again. “How can you be so cool about this whole deal? I mean…this is Dawn we’re talking about here…and me.”
Tara didn’t like the way she had said
‘Me’.
“And what is wrong with you?”
“C’mon, T! I may have changed but I’m still me…I’m screwed up. Why would somebody like D want to be with me?”
“You’re not a screwed up, Faith. And Dawn likes you.
YOU. The real you.”
Faith shook her head.
“She can’t like me. As a friend, maybe, but not as more. She can have anybody she wants, she’s amazin’! Why would she want to be with a screwed up ex-convict?”
Tara sighed.
“Faith, she does like you. You did some mistakes in the past, yes, but you decide to do the right thing, to be a better person. You
ARE a better person, Faith. You’re not a screwed up. It doesn’t matter because she likes you, the real Faith. Not some idealized image of you. Not the bad-ass Slayer. You.”
“So, what am I gonna do, T?” Faith asked.
“I can’t tell you that, Faith. I could advice you to take a few days off. Figure out what you feel and then talk to her. Talk to her, Faith. That is all I can tell you,” Tara said. “And allow yourself to feel.”
“How are you doing with your baby?” Faith asked, wanting to change the subject. Her head was starting to hurt and it had nothing to do with the vodka.
Tara smiled. The smile was so big that it barely fit in her face and Faith could see the glow of maternity in her eyes.
“Well, I haven’t had any morning sickness yet but Carolina says that some women just don’t have them, which is normal. And I couldn’t be happier. Willow can’t keep her hands off my belly and I’m not even showing yet, she brings me breakfast to bed almost every day. She’s constantly checking if I need something, if I feel alright. Every time I come from work she has food ready, all kinds because she wants to be prepare for any craving…” Tara let out a small laugh.
“Got any craving yet?” Faith asked.
“No.” Both friends laughed. “But I love it that she’s being so attentive. She buys me flowers every day, for Goddess’s sake. I come home from work and on the coffee table there’s always a bouquet of roses,” Tara explained.
“I bet you thank her every night, huh?” Faith waggled her eyebrows and gave her friend a naughty smirk.
“Goddess, Faith.” Tara rolled her eyes and unconsciously Tara placed her hand on her belly.
“Just jokin’, T. I’m really happy for ya, ya know. I really am. Your kid’s gonna be lucky. He or she’s gonna have two parents who will care and love 'em, who will never abandon 'em…You and Red ain't like ours,” Faith said.
Tara could see the pain in those chocolate brown eyes but she didn’t say anything. She knew Faith wouldn’t want to talk about it. She didn’t really want to talk about it herself.
“Thank you, Faith. I really appreciate it,” Tara said.
“You’re my only friend, Tara, of course I’m happy that you are. I can see how happy you and Red are about the whole baby thing, and D. She’s really happy about it.”
“We want her to be his or her Godmother. We decided that she should be,” Tara said.
“That’s cool, T. She’s really super excited. When you tell her she’s gonna have a heart attack,” Faith said and laughed.
“That would be funny.”
They talked some more. It was nice to spend some time together, laughing and sharing jokes. Faith and Tara were so alike that it was scary, but a good kind of scary.
“I should leave, I have to check on Willow and Dawnie,” Tara said and stood up.
“I’ll drive ya.”
“Please, Faith. I’ll be fine and you’ve been drinking.”
“If I let you walk alone at night, Red’s gonna go ballistic on my sorry ass. Here, take my car.” Faith pulled out from her jean’s pocket her car keys and gave them to Tara.
Tara accepted the keys. She knew that there was more than the reason Faith gave her. The Slayer worried about her and Tara knew it.
“I’ll talk to you tomorrow, Faith. I’ll bring the car in the morning when I go to work,” Tara said.
“No problem, T. You’re a good friend…Thanks for bein’ here,” Faith said honestly.
“Don’t worry. Just think and allow yourself to feel. I’ll be here if you need me. And Willow too, if you talk to her, she’ll help you,” Tara said.
“I’m sure that Red’s gonna kick my ass but that’s cool.”
“Have a good night, Faith,” Tara said. She hugged Faith gently. The Slayer awkwardly hugged her back after a few seconds.
“Night, T.”
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After talking to Dawn and making sure she understood why she had gone after Faith. Tara had given her the same advice she had give Faith, to take a couple of days off to think.
Tara finished rubbing the night-cream on her arms and got into bed. Willow and Tara cuddled and the blonde let out a tired sigh.
“Long day, huh?” Willow placed a sweet kiss on her girlfriend’s cheeks.
“Oh yeah, I’m so tired,” Tara whispered sleepily.
Willow cuddled closer to Tara’s side and her hand on Tara’s belly.
“Get some rest, Tare. Love you, Tare.”
“Love you too, Will. Good night.”
“Night.” There was a pause. “Good night to you too, munchkin,” Willow whispered as her hand caressed her girlfriend’s belly. Tara smiled, happy that Willow was starting to talk to her belly…
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... I truly hope that she finally admits that she too have more than friendly feelings for Faith. She sure needs to grow up, that happy outburst about getting some skanks number after receiving steady Faith-loving for months was just stupid... Willow sure needs to 
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