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Pumpkin duty took up the whole night before Halloween. They'd left it all last-minute, and Buffy felt guilty letting Tara do most of it. Everyone wanted to get their kicks in before taking the holiday off, so she'd had other things to carve up.
It was pushing midnight when she got home, to a house smelling of fruit. Her nose wrinkled. On the sofa, Tara blinked, uncurled, and smiled. “Hey.”
Buffy joined her, leaned on Tara’s shoulder, and tilted her head up. “Mmm. Hay. All soft and cozily barn-themed.”
“Except when it pokes you.”
“I know you aren’t taking my tangents apart right now.”
The edge of Tara’s lips curled up in a half-smile. Sweet; Buffy knew that. She stared at it.
“And I thought you were tired,” Tara told her a little later.
“Tired of blood. Tired of punning, even. This, I don’t get enough of.”
The sofa was kind of a mess now. Oh god. “Dawn,” Buffy said, half-mumbling her alarm. Tara drew her fingers over Buffy’s back. Warmth enveloped her.
“If she didn’t hear us before, she won’t now. You’ll clean this up in the morning. Blame, um, demons.”
“But, spells!”
Buffy groaned, and the night continued.