everything's not lost
Never thought that sex would tire me out as much as it did. Tara and I had been going at it for hours. It was almost like we were a drug for one another and we needed each other kinda like we needed to breathe. We would sleep for a little while have something to eat and drink to sustain one another and then go back at it. We'd even talked about how we should go out and do something but neither one of us was willing to give up... until I fell asleep.
It was odd that I had fallen asleep before her. Then when I woke up, I discovered that she had already gotten up. Checking the clock it said that it was half past six... pm. Something just wasn't right. Getting out of bed I felt like someone had slipped me some roofies. I felt that completely groggy. If it was any worse I was sure I'd have a strange craving for beer and lighting fires again. That would not be good.
Walking into our living room area I didn't see Tara. Checked the bathroom and it was empty. She wasn't in the kitchen either. Went back into the bedroom and through on some clothes as quick as I could. Somehow, I just felt like something was wrong. Maybe she just got up to go talk to Xander or something? Or maybe she needed something from the big kitchen downstairs? We hadn't been grocery shopping in a while. Padded down the stairs, I looked everywhere. First the lobby, then the courtyard, went to the basement, then I backtracked and checked the ballroom even.
Officially panicking now I ran back upstairs. If she was going to go out she would've told me. Or she would have left a note. Before I knocked on Xander's room I decided to go back to our room to see if somehow I missed a note. Looked on the bedside table on my side by the alarm clock, not there. Looked on the kitchen counter and on the refrig, nope.
Ran out of our room and down a flight to Xander's room. I started knocking fractically, resisting the urge to break it down. The door opened, "Woah woah, Buff. Something dire? If there's another Terminator in the hotel I think I'll ignore it and turn on some porn." He left the door open for me to come in.
I wasn't in the mood for jokes right now. "Tara's missing."
He turned around and gave me a "what" look. "What do you mean... missing?"
"I fell asleep and when I woke up she wasn't there. I've checked everywhere."
Xander kind of sighed and rolled his eye at me. "She probably went out for a little bit. Y'know? Catch some air that isn't thick with the smell of sweet lesbian lovin'?"
If he wasn't trying to make me feel better I so would punch him right now.
"She didn't leave a note. She always leaves a note."
Then he looked worried for probably less than half of a second, and then gave me a look like 'what do you want me to do about it'? He decided not to voice what he was thinking obviously. "I'll help you look. Maybe she just got an urge for playing hide-and-go-seek?"
Shaking my head I said, "I don't think so."
He stood up from the chair that he was sitting on and we left the room. "Let's check your room."
I thought that was the stupidest idea ever since I had already checked it top to bottom twice but I didn't say anything. We went up the flight of stairs and to our room in silence.
Threw open the door and walked inside and said, "She's not here Xander! I've checked twice!" He walked inside and that was when I heard Tara scream my name.
Running into our bedroom, since that's where I heard her voice come from. Xander was on my heels obviously alarmed with her tone as much as I had been. Threw open the door and there she was, naked on the bed, like she had never left.
"Oh! Buffy!" Xander turned his back and was heading back out towards the door. "Y'know? If you wanted a third in your sexcapades all you had to do was ask. Not that I'd agree, but you didn't have to make up some story like Tara being missing."
I wasn't really listening to Xander at this point I ran to the bed and gathered Tara into my arms. "Where did you go? I was so worried."