Author: Caroline
Email address: little.bear@ukonline.co.uk
Website: web.ukonline.co.uk/gutter
Feedback: yes please
Distribution: by request
Spoilers: none
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: W/T
Summary: Smut, pure and simple
Note: for Cat xx
This is how it all started. A dare. A bet. A glint in the eye and two stubborn souls determined not to be the first to crack.
It had been ten minutes now. Longer possibly. At first the ideas came quickly; rib tickling was always an excellent place to start and there was that dip just under her arm that usually made her leap across the room if it was prodded in exactly the right way. But not tonight. Tonight her face flushed, her fingers curled a little tighter into her palms and then... nothing. String, Miss Kitty and bare toes failed miserably. A threat to play the entire series of Ally McBeal on a constant loop made a grin twitch but that was the only visible break in concentration.
Tara was exhausted, her ingenuity was exhausted, she had scared herself witless with the Ally McBeal threat and Miss Kitty had tucked herself into an exhausted fur-ball and was playing no further part in the proceedings.
Willow on the other hand was far from exhausted. Her eyes were closed, her face peaceful, hands now relaxed, cheeks flushed only with pleasant effort and the smug knowledge that came with absolute superiority.
And the bed that all three protagonists were sitting on continued to float three feet off the floor.
Tara toyed with the idea of boring Willow into submission. Thumbing through an ancient text of Latin spells, Tara spent twenty minutes translating each and every painful line into painful, pidgin English. She realised that she’d bored herself into a coma when Miss Kitty thoughtfully stuck her claws into her thigh and she awoke with a start. The curtains were also smouldering where the translation had kicked off the odd spot of flame throwing but luckily they seemed to have burnt themselves out. Stealing a glance at Willow she saw the smirk that flitted across her lover’s face and knew that it really was time to up the ante.
The bed did not even sway as Tara knelt up. Tucking her knees underneath her she brushed her hands across the front of her flannel pajama top before unfastening the top three buttons. Not enough to be truly indecent, but more than enough to give Willow a tantalising glimpse of the curve of Tara’s breasts. And she was watching. Tara had seen her eyes open that little bit wider as her top fell open, her breathing became just that little bit quicker but still the bed floated, still Willow’s concentration remained unbroken.
Tara lifted her arms and pushed her hair back off her face. Her cheeks, already rosy with the heat of the room, glowed a little pinker with the naughty thoughts swirling around her head. Her tongue slipped between her lips to moisten them and she could’ve sworn she heard Willow sigh in response. The books, Miss Kitty and Ally McBeal be damned, sometimes you just had to go back to basics. Tara smiled sweetly and moved to the foot of the bed.
Willow’s feet had always been an erogenous zone. Once she’d got past the laughing her ass off stage she loved having her toes rubbed and her feet massaged. It was something she would never admit to in public and something Tara had discovered the very first time they had shared a bath. Now, sticking out of the bottom of her pajamas, Willow’s pink little toes were too tempting an opportunity to miss. They were still warm from the night’s bubble bath as Tara took Willow’s right foot into her hand. Her toes immediately curled inwards and Tara ran her finger gently beneath them to relax her lover (and hopefully distract her, but relaxing would suffice for now.) Running the palm of her hand over Willow’s sole Tara watched as the red headed witch stared at the ceiling and began to move her lips in time to the focusing spell she was now performing. Bingo! Heady with this small success, Tara decided to bring out the big guns, bending her lips to Willow’s foot and running her tongue across her big toe. Willow began to recite the spell out loud but other than that, there was no discernible change. The bed continued to float.
Tara softly placed a kiss on the front of both Willow’s ankles. Cupping Willow’s heels in her hands, she caressed the smooth skin on her insteps with her thumbs. She loved every tiny inch of this woman, had pretty much kissed every inch of her, explored her with her hands, her mouth, and her mind. Forgetting the spell and the challenge, Tara watched Willow and wondered how her heart didn’t burst with pleasure. Surely no one had a right to be this happy. She knew Willow had sensed the change in her just as surely as she herself had sensed Willow’s shift in focus.
"Okay, baby, let’s see what we can do about this bed, huh?" Tara’s voice was husky, Willow’s reaction a barely detectable raise of an eyebrow, implicit permission still wrapped in the original challenge. Tara answered with an eyebrow of her own and reached for Willow’s waistband.
Without warning, Tara changed direction slightly and slipped her hands beneath Willow’s top. She heard Willow gasp as she closed her hands around her breasts, smoothing over the heated skin, her thumbs rubbing, fingers teasing with pinches at her nipples. She quickly unbuttoned the shirt and bent her head to take advantage of the exposed skin, nibbling and kissing around Willow’s breasts until she relented and took a nipple between her lips, listening to Willow’s breathing catch and pant as she suckled her, loving the heat she could feel rising from the young witch. Grazing the sensitive tip between her teeth, Tara ran her hand back down to Willow’s waistband and slipped it beneath the elastic. Willow’s back arched in response as Tara’s fingers played lazily in her damp curls, creeping ever lower but never quite reaching exactly where Willow needed her lover the most.
"Sssh, sshh, Willow. Easy now, we don’t want you to break your concentration." The laughter rang out in Tara’s voice, just below the huge overtone of lust. Her finger dipped lower and played in the hot liquid gathered between Willow’s legs. When she moved the finger away Willow couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her. When Tara brought the finger to her mouth and tasted it, Willow truly believed spontaneous combustion was a likelihood. Undeterred, Tara murmured; "Hmmm, maybe I was wrong. Something tells me you’re not quite as focused as you were…"
No one but Willow would ever have believed what an utter vixen Tara could be at times. Sure, in public and with the rest of the Scoobies she stuttered, she said daft things that no one but Willow could decipher and on more than one occasion she had fled the scene in a panic, but in private: total vixen. And a naughty vixen at that. She did things with her hands not even Willow had ever dreamed possible and she wasn’t even going to start on the myriad of talents Tara had displayed with her tongue and oh sweet goddess she shouldn’t have even thought that when she knew damnwell Tara was adept at reading her mind and was especially tuned into picking up on sinful daydreams.
Tara just grinned and placed both hands on Willow’s waistband.
Willow’s legs were smooth and warm. And, in a manner that spoke of her utter confidence in her abilities to resist, she was making no effort to clench them together. Foolish girl, Tara thought, running her hands up the insides of Willow's thighs, stopping just in time for her thumbs to brush at Willow’s curls and then ease their way back down to her knees. The bed swayed slightly, righted itself and then almost pitched the two witches to the floor when Tara gave Willow the Come Hither look she had been perfecting in the mirror for over a week now. Raising the volume of her chant slightly, Willow corrected her wayward spell and her wayward heart rate before giving up the latter as a lost cause when Tara bent her head and kissed the inside of her thighs. Sometimes, the blonde just did not play fair. This was one of those times. Willow felt her legs being parted gently as, moving her lips upwards, Tara placed loving kisses on the outside of Willow’s labia, before turning her attentions to the heart of the matter and parting her lover with her thumbs, she placed a big kiss right in Willow’s centre.
She tasted gorgeous. Hot and sweet and salty, and Tara let it wash over her, buried her mouth in her lover and lost herself in her essence. Gripping the sheets, Willow felt the perspiration break out on her forehead as Tara smoothed her tongue down along her centre before pressing it inside her, pausing to relish the feel of her lover enclosing her so totally. Tara could sense the changes in Willow, the rush of heat and liquid, the flush on her skin and the not so subtle way she was pressing herself into Tara’s mouth.
Tara moved upwards to flick her tongue across Willow’s clit, hearing the spell recital shift up a couple of octaves as she lavished her attention on where she knew her lover was most sensitive. Sucking down hard, Tara felt Willow’s clit firm and swell, felt Willow move her hand to stroke her hair gently and she smiled into her lover, easing back to caress her with the flat of her tongue, finding the soft rhythm she knew Willow loved.
Willow’s legs fell apart, her body tensing and relaxing as she joined Tara in the love making, her breath becoming harsher, as Tara dipped her head to press her tongue inside her once more, only to replace it with her fingers as she moved back to run her tongue firmly across her clit. Tara’s fingers curled to fill her, bending and stroking where she burned, and Willow knew she was lost, knew she was falling and couldn’t do a thing to stop it, didn’t want to do a thing. She let go, let Tara possess her totally: her lips and her tongue, her mouth, her breath against her and her fingers pressing inside her. She came gasping Tara’s name as her body spasmed again and again and she felt nothing but Tara lapping at her juices, knew nothing but the fingers still inside her drawing out every last breath of pleasure, and then Tara’s hand moved to clasp around hers and the bed drifted gently to the floor.
Tara brushed her hand across Willow’s cheek. Her lover’s breathing still had not calmed, her damp hair was plastered to her forehead, her cheeks flushed. The young witch was utterly exhausted. Tara broke out into a huge smile, pressed her lips against Willow’s to steal a kiss and felt Willow respond. Brushing Willow’s hair behind her ear, Tara leaned down to whisper.
One word sufficed: "Gotcha."
Edited by: xita
at: 11/27/02 12:20:10 pm
But my family is awake and reading really good smut isn't the bestest of ideas...... *cough cough* yah...... I know it's great though!!!
none at all. 