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The Sex Journals

Author: Washi (ZWS)
Rating: NC-17 baby!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, Joss does or whoever. If I owned them, do you really think I would let season 6 happen? And why the hell would I be writing this? So yeah, all belongs to Joss, ME etc...
Note: I'm starting to think of this as a non exclusively smutfic as I first called it. There is no smut in this chapter and no journal entries. But, never fear, next chapter has a journal entry and Tara-worship.

"Okay, thanks a lot Danny for giving me a chance to explain. See you later, bye." Buffy said, hanging up the phone. She laid back down on the couch and let her thoughts drift.

<So, I'm bisexual, took me long enough to realize.> she thought.

Buffy was confused at first. She and Faith were on patrol one night so long ago when a group of vampires jumped them. After slaying them, Buffy and faith turned to each other, and before they were realizing what was happening, they were kissing feverishly. The feelings that boiled up in her because of that one kiss were something she didn't want to think about, and she had shoved them back in a dark corner of herself. But, seeing Tara and Willow today had brought up those feelings ten folds. Usually, when she walked in on them, they would cover up, and she wouldn't see anything detailed. But not today. Just the glimpse of her friends lost in each other made her want to have someone to love like that, to make love to like that. She longed for the intimacy of that act. With Angel, Parker, Riley, and even Spike, it wasn't so much about love, but it was sex. The act in itself was sex. Sure, there were caresses, but it was always about bringing pleasure to yourself, and not to the other. Not with Willow and Tara though. She had heard them making love many times, and with Slayer-hearing, she got that many times one would just satisfy the other. Now, that was making love. It's feeling the other's release as if it was your own. She wanted that. She really did. She had found herself checking out girls many times, but she had dismissed it as envy, or appraisal of clothing. But, the more she thought about it, the more it was obvious with hindsight that she thought those women were attractive as hell. And in the I-wanna-do-it-with-them way.

<Yep, I'm bisexual alright. I mean guys are good, they can even be great, but if this thing with Danny doesn't work, I guess I'll take a trip to girls-town and get a sample of their lovin'.> Buffy thought, gleefully, glad she'd admitted those feelings to herself.

And with that in mind, she got up to get ready for her date.

Anya was still fuming when Xander had to go back to work.

"I can't believe I lost it! Willow's going to kill me!"

"What is this black book? And why would Willow kill you?" Xander asked as he tucked back his shirt into his pants.

"Oh, it's just a book, that Willow lent me. Yes, just a book." Anya said.

"Hey, Buffy came over this morning after you left to talk about the party. Maybe she found it and decided to give it back to Will. Actually, she sat down on the couch." Xander said, remembering Buffy's visit that morning.

"Maybe, I'll talk to her." Anya said, anxious to know where the journal went.

"Okay then. I am a man and I have a job to return to." Xander said. He kissed Anya and left, leaving her to ponder at the journal's whereabouts.

<If I don't find it, Willow's going to kill me. Or Tara. Or both. My god! Killed by two lesbians! This is like watching an episode of Xena. With Willow being Xena and Tara being Gabrielle. Maybe it's one of the fantasies they want to enact. Damn it, I wish I had the journal, I'd know. Wait, Willow can't kill me because she doesn't know I had the journal. This is good for me.> she smiled and went to the shop's window, flipping over the "CLOSED" sign.

A few minutes later, a couple of women came into the store, and Anya started silently chanting her mantra.

<Customers, come spend your money! Customers, come spend your money! Spend your money! Spend it!>

"Tara!" Willow bellowed, entering the house. A big smile was plastered on her face, and her green eyes shone with excitement.

"Willow? What is it?" Tara asked, coming downstairs.

"Ok, um, I have a big surprise for you. For us actually. Yep, big surprise alright. Um... I want you to wear this blindfold." Willow babbled, making Tara sit down on the couch and putting on her blindfold. "Okay, you're gonna love this surprise, at least, I hope you'll do. No, um, I'm sure you'll love it. It was such a shock for me. You're gonna be shocked, but, um, good shock, not bad shock. 'Cause you know I'll never bring you something to shock you in a bad way. No sirree, no badness here. And you should really stop me when I start doing this." Willow finished.

Tara was smiling. "But I love it when you babble Will. Now, are you gonna show me the surprise, or am I going to have to guess?"

"Right, the surprise. Stay here, and I'll get it. Don't peek, ok?" Willow said. Tara nodded and Willow gave her a small peck on the lips before moving to the door and bringing in, with the help of Dawn, Miss Kitty and her five kittens. She grabbed Miss Kitty and slowly put her on Tara's lap. Tara smiled.

"Oh Will, you got me a kitty-cat!" she said, starting to pet the cat. Miss Kitty purred and immediately started licking Tara's hand. Tara's brows knit in confusion.

"Um, Will, is it me, or does this cat act like Miss Kitty used to?"

Dawn smirked and left, knowing Tara was gonna start crying when she saw the cat they had lost so long ago. Willow smiled at her, mouthing a silent 'Thank you'. She nodded and closed the door behind her.

"Well, my dear wife, that's the first surprise. Now, let me take off your blindfold, and you'll see the two other surprises."

She sat down gingerly besides Tara and took off the blindfold. Tara looked down at the cat and gasped.

"Miss Kitty?"

"Yep, it's our Miss Kitty. That's your second surprise."

Tara started crying as she petted the cat.

"Miss Kitty! You're back!"

"Honey, don't cry. She's back and safe with her mommies." Willow said, putting an arm around Tara's shoulders.

Tara nodded and sniffled, examining the cat for scars.

"Tara, baby, I know this is sudden, but you're a grandmother." Willow said smiling.

Tara looked up at her, her brow knitting in confusion.

"I'm a what? A grandmother?"

"Yep, Miss Kitty has five little kittens. Our baby grew up and had her own children. Stay here, I'll get them."

Tara nodded and smiled down at Miss Kitty, who was curled up in her lap. Willow brought in a big basket, in which five little kittens were sleeping. Tara squealed and gently got down near Willow on the ground in front of the basket. She put Miss Kitty in the basket with her kittens and the cat settled down with them, the little bundles of fur seeking out her warmth. Willow settled down against the couch on the ground and pulled Tara to sit between her legs. Willow then wrapped her arms around Tara, and Tara held on to Willow's hands. They continued watching the sleeping bundles of fur.

"So, did you like the surprise?" Willow whispered in Tara's hair.

"Loved it, thank you honey. But how?" Tara whispered back.

"That's why Dawn called. Some guy dumped the kittens and Miss Kitty in front of the pound before taking off. Dawn recognized her and she called me. And here we are."

"I love you."

"Me too, I love you too." Willow replied, placing feather-light kisses on her lover's neck.

"Let's go have dinner." Tara said after a while.

Outside, the sun was gone, and the streets were darker, not entirely dark, but somewhat duller. Willow nodded and let Tara get up before getting up herself. The couple went into the kitchen.

Willow carried in the cat food, the bowls and all the cat things she got at the pet store while Tara started on dinner. When Willow was done setting everything up, she joined Tara, who was cutting some tomatoes for the salad. Willow hugged her from behind, resting her chin on Tara's shoulder. She lightly kissed and nibbled the soft skin of her neck. Tara closed her eyes and leaned her head back on Willow's shoulder. Willow took the opportunity and slid her hands over Tara's tummy, finally cupping her breasts. Tara moaned with the need that was resurfacing.

"Willow, I'm trying to make dinner."

"I know what I wanna eat." she replied, breathing in Tara's ear. "And it's just about ready." she added when Tara's nipples stiffened under her touch. Tara felt the wetness between her legs increase with Willow's talk and the way she was rubbing her nipples through the fabric. But if they didn't eat something sometime soon, they wouldn't have much energy for the rest.

"Willow, after dinner." Tara gasped out, her mounting desire making rational thoughts difficult to have.

"Ok." Willow said, pulling herself off Tara. "But for desert, I know what I want." she continued, smiling devilishly.

Willow uncorked a bottle of white wine to go with their meal. She lit the candles and a stick of incense in the dinning room before setting the table. The sweet smell of Jasmine filled the air, giving the room a romantic setting. Tara came in with a dish of Fettuccine Alfredo and Willow brought the salad. They both dug into their meal, gazing into each other's eyes, flirting and laughing. Both happy and content.

Soon, the food was eaten and they moved to clean up.

"Honey, that was great!" Willow said as she piled the dishes in the dishwasher.

"Thanks, but it was nothing Willow, just some Fettuccine Alfredo. Nothing big."

"Nu-uhn, I gotta disagree there. They're your Fettuccine Alfredo. They were wonderful. Just like you."

Tara blushed at the comment, somewhat amazed Willow could still make her blush with a compliment after being together for five years.

"Okay, all done." Willow said happily as she closed the machine. "Desert now."

She turned around and went to Tara, wrapping her arms around her waist. Miss Kitty came flouncing into the kitchen and jumped on the counter, meowing. She purred loudly when Tara and Willow started petting her. She jumped down and started eating under her mommies' gaze, then, she headed back to the living room, stopping at the kitchen's doorway to look at them and meow again.

"I think she wants to show us her babies." Willow said, smiling.

Tara nodded and they both went into the living room. The two women crouched down near the big basket and watched the five little bundles of fur move around.

"They're so cute!" Tara exclaimed.

Willow nodded and watched as Miss Kitty sank back on the pillow in the basket and the five kittens made her way to their mother. They nuzzled her nipples and latched on, each kitten content. Willow took Tara's hand and she pulled her up. She flicked off the lights and they went upstairs to their bedroom, hand in hand.

Buffy entered her house breathlessly.

"Dawn! I'm home!"

Dawn peeked at her sister from the kitchen.

"Not a minute too early too. Where were you?"

Buffy grabbed a carrot from Dawn's chopping board.

"After one of my classes, I went out with Danny for coffee. I explained about my job, without giving him the whole 'Once in every generation' speech. He told me he understood, so I'm back to not being single. In fact, I have a date tomorrow after class." Buffy said, munching on the carrot.

Buffy taught self-defense classes every afternoon at the cultural center. The pay was pretty good, and she did something she liked. It was certainly better than flipping burgers at the Double-Meat.

"Buffy, that's great! I'm so happy for you! You're finally gonna get some and stop being cranky." Dawn said before continuing, scrunching up her face. "I so don't want the details."

"Good. 'Cause I'm not giving them." Buffy said, sitting down to eat.

After the meal, she went upstairs and got changed before heading out on patrol, whistling and smiling as she slayed.

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