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While Willow’s fingertips nuzzled the roots of Tara’s hair at the base of her neck, their lips brushed and played with each other. The blonde softly stroke the sides of Will’s back. With her free hand Willow fidgeted with her lover’s zipper, her legs tightly wrapped around one of Tara’s. There didn’t seem to be much movement in the damn thing, so the redhead’s mouth removed itself, and as their cheeks gently caressed one another, Will whispered into her girlfriend’s ear: “I hate your jeans...”
Tara’s face tensed. Willow immediately picked up on it and could see the girl’s typical worrying frown on her forehead.
“You think it makes me look fat ?” Tara asked a bit insecure. Her hands had come to a standstill.
“Oh... Sweetheart, no...” Will tenderly squeezed her shoulder. “Of course not.” She traced the wrinkle of worry with her thumb as to wipe it away. “They fit perfectly, and I love the way they hug your luscious legs...” Willow stroke Tara’s leg - the one not clutched between her own - for emphasis. “And how they linger around your waist, at just the right height...” Will’s hand moved towards her hip. “I mean, not slutty Britney Spears low, but low enough to reveal that tremendous Tara tummy...” Willow tickled her belly.
“My zipper’s stuck again, right.” Tara grinned all-knowingly at her babbling beloved.
“It’s evil... It won’t let me in...” Willow pouted, which caused Tara to chuckle.
“I am so proud of you...” Her soulmate beamed, tucking a strand of red hair behind Will’s ear.
“Huh ?” Now it was Willow’s turn to frown.
“Normally you would have... you could have used magic, but you didn’t...” Tara elaborated, cupping her cheek.
“Where’s the sexiness in that ? I want to feel every inch of your silky skin... I need to explore that myself...” Will leaned into Tara’s touch and kissed her hand.
“Wow...” Tara said silently, not for long though. “Here, let me try.” With one gracious move she unzipped her pants.
“How did you do that ?” Willow was in awe.
“There’s a trick to it...” Tara smiled mischievously.
“It’s a kind of magic, alright...” Willow hungrily attacked her neck, but slowed down as she placed a sweet trail of butterfly kisses, from her throat, between her breast, over her stomach, till she stopped above the rim of her now visible underwear. Tara obviously relished in it, her fingers entwining in Will’s locks, her other hand rubbing her shoulderblade.
Suddenly Willow began to laugh.
“Now what ?” Tara looked at her girl.
“Pink...” Willow chortled. “Gee, Tara, I realize we’re out of the closet and all, but I didn’t know you were going to throw yourself actively into battle for the Pink Movement. What’s next ? Rainbow coloured bra’s ?”
“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that... Promise me you won’t get mad...” Tara bit her lip nervously.
“Honey, how can I ever get angry at you again, after the way I behaved in the past...” Willow turned serious, holding Tara’s chin between her fingers.
“Well, I kinda borrowed your favourite red top, without asking... I was going to wash it and iron it and stuff, but things worked out differently... It sorta ended up between my whites, the colour rubbed off, and... uhm... it shrunk.”
Willow laughed out loud now, kissing Tara’s forehead. “Sweetie, we’ll buy another one, and give my old one to Miss Kitty or something...” Her fingers wandered over Tara’s face. “You scared me there for a second: maybe it was a gift from some radical lesbian who managed to seduice you...” Will joked.
“Hey !” Tara slapped Willow’s tooshie, which caused her to fall flat on top of her. “Ok, I showed you mine, you show me yours...” Tara turned the tables and literally rolled them around. “Oeh, buttons...” She flicked at them, meanwhile stradling Will. Black panties started to show. “Goin’ dark on me, Will ?” She smirked at her fellow wiccan.
“Yep, I thought it was my turn to play the bad witch...” Willow smiled wickedly, flinging her arms around Tara’s neck.
“Gal, you’ve been watching way too many devious Xena eps...” Tara fondled Will’s arms.
“Guilty as charged and you know what the best part is...” Willow drew the love of her life towards her.
“No... but I’m sure you’re going to tell me...” Tara gave her a kiss, filled with passion.
“That I have a cute blonde sidekick too... for real... for sure...” Will flattered her head against Tara’s.
“Side... I resent that... Who’s on top ?” Tara objected, but snuggled closer nonetheless.
“Though I’d really appreciate it if you could help me out of these knickers, coz they’re killing me.”
Willow gave her a huge smile. “Your wish is my command.” They twisted around once more, Will got up and tenderly slid her naked foot over Tara’s body, as she tugged at the sleeves of her jeans.
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This was my very first attempt at W/T-smut... (Is that what they call it these days ? Sorry, used to terms like subtext: I should move on up and expand my vocabulary, he, he) So, please be gentle. Furthermore, I didn't had a lot of time to type it, since I was supposed to be studying. It may not read as smooth as it could have been. Oh, and I apologize for the Xena reference: Old habits die hard
"In the half-tone light of a young morning she sighs and shifts on the pillow. And across her face dancing, the first shadows fly to kiss the Pussy Willow." (Jethro Tull)