Boredom
Tara sighed as she closed the book, and reached for the next one in the pile. Anya fidgeted by the cash register for a moment, before slamming the drawer shut.
"Why are you still here?" she asked. Tara jumped.
"Anya! I -- you can go, if you want."
"No, I have to lock up once you've gone. And it's not like I have plans." She crossed her arms over her chest, her lower lip puffing out slightly. "Why aren't you spending time with Willow?" she asked. Tara looked down at the floor, her hands worrying at the material of her skirt.
"Well -- I haven't seen her for a while. She's been really busy lately. They all have," she hurried to add.
"You too, huh?" Tara looked up, a confused expression on her face. "Xander's too busy with Buffy to pay any attention to me."
"Everyone's really busy. I mean, we still don't know what it is we're fighting against."
"Well, I don't like it. It's boring. He hasn't given me any orgasms in -- " Tara clapped her hand over Anya's mouth to prevent her from finishing the sentence. In retaliation, Anya stuck out her tongue and licked her palm. Tara yanked her hand away hurriedly.
"You taste sweet", Anya said thoughtfully. "Like peaches."
Before Tara could say anything, she grabbed on to the front of Tara's shirt and pulled her in close, her lips brushing against Tara's. Her tongue traced across Tara's lips, claiming the other woman's mouth when it opened against hers. They kissed passionately, one of Anya's hands cupping Tara's breast and rubbing her thumb along the sensitive skin. She ran her other hand around Tara's waist, sliding it under her shirt, caressing the skin below. Tara shuddered slightly, and broke off the kiss before reaching out and pulling at the button on Anya's trousers.
Once they were both naked, Anya lowered them to the floor, rolling them over until she was plastered on top of Tara. She reached out, one hand rubbing over Tara's nipple. She watched as it grew harder at her touch, and felt her own body respond in kind. Tara's back arched off the ground, and she moaned loudly. She pulled Anya's head up, kissing her fiercely before rolling them over and starting to kiss her way down Anya's body. She stopped at her abdomen, licking her way around her belly button, one hand drifting down to caress her inner thighs.
Anya gasped at the heat of Tara's hand so close to where she needed it. "More," she ordered. "Touch me." Tara teasingly walked her fingers along Anya's thigh before starting to caress the slick folds. She leaned down, pushing her fingers into Anya's entrance and circling her tongue around her clit. Anya's orgasm took her by surprise, as her hips shot off the floor and she screamed her release.
All her muscles relaxed, and she slumped against the floor, gasping for breath. "Can I touch you?" she asked when she'd recovered. After a momentary pause, Tara nodded her assent. Anya slid between her legs, licking and nibbling at Tara's damp walls, trying to gather up all of the wetness she could, backing off when Tara's internal walls clenched around Anya's tongue as she came.
A minute later, Tara's arms moved to cover her chest self-consciously, and she started looking around for her clothes. She pulled her skirt off the cash register and her shirt off the counter, sighing in relief when she was covered. When she looked over at Anya, she saw the other woman smoothing down the material of her top. Swallowing heavily, she moved back over to the table, her head looking down at the floor.
"You can go if you want," she said. "I'll lock up when I'm done." Anya hesitated for a second, not quite sure what to do.
"Do you need any help?" she offered. A small smile played over Tara's face, before she moved over to make space at the table.