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PART 6
Tara had decided to into the basement to do some laundry while Willow was finishing getting ready. They had both decided that after the morning’s events they both needed some fresh air.
Tara walked down the old wooden steps into the basement. It was still daylight outside but basement’s always had that eerie darkness so she had decided to flick the light on before cautiously making her way down the creaky steps.
Why do basements always have to be so……icky! And why the hell did I say I would do some laundry! She chided herself quietly and made her way towards the washing machine holding her burden in the shape of a laundry basket to her chest.
There it stood it all its domestic glory, it was the usual top loading machine with simple dials. This doesn’t look so bad! She thought to herself while placing the large basket on the side before opening the lid. She stared down into the large drum, it looked like you could drop a penny into it and have to wait for the plop.
She started folding the washing into the machine, piece by piece, carefully separating colours as she went.
Her mind started to wander off deep into her past, she remembered having to do the all the laundry for her father and brother after her mother died. One day by accident she had washed her father’s jeans not knowing that in the pocket was $50. She found out after the jeans laid limp in her arms, the money sheltered in one of creases. She shuddered as her feelings and thoughts flooded back from that day. She had felt sick and had started to cry uncontrollably, staring at the jeans and lump of mush, that was originally a bundle of notes. She had tried rational thought but all she could think about was the beating she was going to get later that day when her father found out.
She ended up having to try and dry the money out with her hairdryer and then ironing them dry. They had still looked a little worse for ware but it was better than before. She had heard her father come back mumbling to himself, she had calmed herself down and asked what was wrong and that was when he lifted, he had lost $50, he swore that he had had it before he left this morning and how much of an ass he had looked in the bank this morning, fumbling through his trousers. He had asked her if she had seen it, she didn’t know why but she had said no, that was it there was no going back now, she was in trouble. In the end she had still gotten a beaten, it hadn’t been the worst she had suffered, most of the time the worse beatings were at the hands of her brother. She never questioned it when she was younger but now, it was different, with Willow she knew what being really loved felt like and what loving someone was like. You never physically hurt the people you love.
She shrugged of the thoughts and continued on with her task. She had now managed to sort the washing out into two piles, lights and darks. All the darks she had folded into the washing machine and the lights were sitting on the side waiting for the next load. She reached for the detergent and carefully emptied some into the drum.
Oops! Way to go Tara you just empty nearly the whole contents in there! Yeah now there’s a great idea! She sighed to herself and looked into the drum. Hmmmmm, maybe not so bad. With that she closed the lid.
A thud from above pulled her out of her thoughts, she heard footsteps above her. All of a sudden there was a voice at the top of the stairs.
“You want a drink baby?” Willow’s face peering down the stairs towards her lover.
“Yes please, all this hard work can make a girl thirsty!” Tara said in the direction of the steps.
“On it’s way ma’am”
Tara focused her attention back onto the machine. Ooook, here goes nothing! She turned the machine on at wall and turned the dial to the correct setting and stood back.
There was a loud ‘clunk’ as the washing machine started up and then the swishing of water as the machine filled itself. The sound was quite deafening to start with until the machine set itself into a rhythm.
She was just about to turnaround when she a hand on her shoulder, she spun around quickly, so much so that her head filled with was still two paces behind her.
“Woah, sorry baby did I scare you?” Willow said, placing the cup on the side and using both hands to steady her lover.
“Huh? Oh just a little!” Blowing a stray hair out of her eye.
“I brought you a hot chocolate, you know all that chocolately goodness should replenish all that spent up er energy from this morning.” Willow blushed slightly.
Tara winked and chuckled to herself.
“Thanks sweetie.”
“So how is it going down here? You find everything ok?” Willow finished glancing towards the washing machine.
“Yeah I did, no problems at all, nope none.” Tara gave a sheepish look and then reached towards her drink.
Willow watched Tara bring the cup up to her full mouth, the way her lips parted slightly to greet the lip of the mug, her lips enclosing themselves around the ceramic pottery. Willow’s want for those lips on hers made her heart ache, a slow burning began to simmer low in her belly. She continued to watch Tara as she took a few sips, her tongue darting out to catch a drip that escaping down the side of the mug.
Willow couldn’t take much more, she took the mug from Tara’s hand, placing it firmly on the side.
“Willow wha……mmmmmmmm” Tara’s protest was cut short by two ruby lips capturing her own.
Hearing Tara’s approval, Willow aimed to cure her want. She started slowly, small light kisses that whispered over her lover’s lips. She felt Tara’s lips part in invitation, the blonde’s tongue running over her bottom lip. The fire in her belly started to radiate out further within her body as she greeted her lover’s tongue with her own. Willow deepened the kiss yet further, her tongue plunging deep within the warmth of her lover’s mouth. She searched every part of Tara’s mouth with her tongue in abandon. She could feel Tara’s tongue start to duel with hers, sliding against and over hers in long slow strokes.
Tara caught Willow’s hungry tongue between her lips and sucked hard, her own tongue lazily flicking over the tip of the redheads. She lifted her hands up to Willow’s face and cupped her face lovingly, running her thumb over her lover’s flushed cheek.
She felt Willow’s arms encompass her waist possessively as she released her captive from between her lips.
Willow latched on to Tara’s bottom lip with her teeth as she was released, slowly grazing them over the flesh, again and again. She soothed the burning flesh by running her tongue over the plump lip before sucking it into her mouth and flicking her tongue over the tip.
Tara moaned into Willow’s mouth as her mix of love and desire built within her begging to be freed. She pulled Willow’s mouth more towards her own, capturing the soft red lips with hers. The kiss was passionate, intense, filled with love and adoration. She felt Willow’s weight push into her, forcing her back towards the washing machine. Her body struck the front of the machine, stopping them both in their tracks. Willow’s body crushing into hers, her own body now alive with desire.
Willow slowly started to undo the blonde’s white shirt, taking her time, savouring every minute. She parted the fabric with her hands, forcing back the folds of white lace. Her hands found their home soon after, gliding up her lover’s torso, stopping to need and squeeze the tender flesh. She broke away from the kiss, which had left her light headed and resting one hand on the front of the machine she continued her ministrations on the creamy skin of her lover’s neck. Her tongue mapping out every dip and curve. She could feel the blonde’s chest rising and falling deeply against her own, the slow simmer in her belly was now a full blown raging fire. She pushed the material of her lover’s open shirt back further and finally down over shapely white shoulders. She dropped the shirt on the side and focused her new attention onto the blonde’s silk bra. Sliding her hands around Tara’s back and deftly undoing the clasp she freed the creamy mounds of flesh that now bobbed in front of her in appreciation.
Tara’s moans grew louder as Willow showed her what being loved really meant. Her whole life made sense, all the pieces fitted and she could never be happier. She stroked Willow’s hair, running her finger’s through the copper silk allowing it to glide through her parted fingers. Her arousal was building fast and the slow humming of the machine below her was only making it worse, the cool metal seeping through the fabric of her jeans.
Willow slipped her arms down behind her lover’s legs and lifted her on top of the washing machine. Parting Tara’s legs enough for her to move between she entered her lover’s warm embrace, Tara’s legs wrapping themselves around her waist. Her hands started their trek up and down the blonde’s bare back, her nails gently grazing over the skin, burning trails of desire covering her lover’s flesh. She dropped light kisses over Tara’s collarbone before focusing on her lover’s jumping pulse point, it buzzed wildly under her lips as she sucked on it gently, smoothing her tongue over it to cool it. She brought her hands round to her lover’s waistband, sliding her fingers between the fabric and the blonde’s heated skin Her thumbs resting lightly on Tara’s lower belly, gently stroking and massaging just above her lover’s mound.
Tara’s hips lifting slightly off the machine, to push forward into Willow’s touch. With a flick of two of her fingers she undid the button on Tara’s jeans, Willow clasped the zipper between her fingers and slowly started the decent, the back of her hand brushing the material of Tara’s bare flesh.
“Mmmmm, commando, soooo sexy.” Willow purred into her lover’s ear.
Within moments the jeans were being shed, Tara lifting her hips higher to help her lover. She dropped her butt back down onto the machine, the immediate coolness of the metal machine against her burning centre sent shock waves throughout her body. Releasing a quick gasp and then a deep moan as she positioned herself properly, opening her legs wider and forcing her body down on top of the throbbing machine beneath her. She dropped one of her arms back to grip on to the back of the machine, the other losing itself again in copper silk.
Willow’s mouth caught Tara’s in a few quick deep kisses, her eyes lingering over her lover’s before she started her journey south. She slowly started to kiss, nip and lick her way down Tara’s burning body, paying special attention to the deep valley between her lover’s firm breasts. She started her first assault on the right globe, running her tongue around and around the nipple while her hand massaged and caressed the other. Gently squeezing the nipple between nimble fingers she took the unoccupied nipple between her teeth and gently bit down, quickly soothing the flesh by running her tongue over and around it.
Willow’s spare hand was now gliding painfully slowly up and down the inside of Tara’s thigh just stopping short of her lover’s throbbing desire.
“Oh god Willow…..you’re driving me uhmmm crazyyyy, ahhhhhhh.” Tara breathed out the last few words more than saying them.
Willow had already sensed her lover’s intense arousal and started brushing her fingers over Tara’s smooth lips, her middle finger dipping lightly in between. The heat from Tara’s centre was starting to drive Willow wild, she could feel her lover’s warm juices clinging to her finger. She pushed her middle finger in further between her lover’s lips, running it from the top of her clit down in between throbbing lips, over and over again until all her fingers were slick with arousal. She slid one finger deep inside her lover, her thumb centering itself over her lover’s clit, brushing it gently as her finger set a steady pace. Tara’s muscles began to grip her finger, with that she entered a second and soon after a third.
The machine in appreciation of seeing such action started a vigorous spin cycle. Tara moaned loudly, her hips bucking wildly against her lover’s fingers as the vibrations from the machine stimulated her butt and core. She pushed down hard onto Willow’s hand pinning it to the machine, causing Willow’s hand to shake rapidly inside her.
Her orgasm built quickly, suddenly exploding within her, gripping her whole body. It was so intense that even the blood in her veins burned, her whole being radiated as her body erupted. She gripped the back of the machine hard, her knuckles white as she forced her whole weight down onto her lover’s hand and machine.
All of a sudden the machine erupted with white foam, Tara launched herself off of the machine, knocking Willow back on her ass.
“Oh shit! Humph” Willow said as she hit the deck.
They both came crashing to the floor, as the white foam continued to spew out of the machine, Tara tried to stand but only failed as she lost her grip on the floor and came crashing back down on top of Willow.
“Umph! Shit! Shit! Shit! Ouch!”
“What in hell is going on here!”
“Oh hell had nothing to do with it sweetie…….It was me, I think I put to much powder in!” The blonde’s cheeks starting glow red.
“Oh you think!” Willow burst out giggling.
Tara blushed but soon joined in as the situation dawned on her.
“Can you er help me up sweetie, we need to switch the machine off, like now!!” Tara said her eyes growing wider as she looked over at the machine that was still gushing.
Willow scrambled to her feet and grasped Tara’s hand helping her to her feet. Tara rose slowly but still lost her footing pulling Willow with her yet again, limbs flew everywhere.
“Ooook, that hurt!” Tara pouted, rubbing her behind.
“Awwwww honey, but look the bambi look suits you. Plus you look real sexy with all the foam and er watery goodness covering you skin.” Willow said her face beaming.
Tara captured Willow’s lips with her own for one last kiss before they got to work.
They spent the best part of two hours cleaning up the basement, both of them bursting into fits of hysterics as they kept on being reminded of what had happened.
Neither Tara nor Willow would ever be able to look at doing laundry in the same way again
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Buffy Series 5
U pretty much can't have smut fic w/o a shower scene!! Which was... 
I think u kinda get my point! And then a lil Laundry lovin, that was great!! 
yeah, i bet that. 
