Dedicated to Zooey42
Disclaimer: The characters from Buffy are not mine, sadly. They belong to the people at Fox, the WB, UPN and of course the Evil Tyrant of all things Buffy, Joss Whedon.
Description: Willow has just picked Tara over Oz (C'mon, how could she not? Sappy as it is smutty, because I'm just a big sap myself.
Spoilers: New Moon Rising has just ended. What happens during the credits.
Rated: NC-17 baby!
Feedback: This is my first W/T smut, so be kind
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"So," Tara said, her breath coming heavier now, "how exactly were you planning to make it up to..."
Willow cut her off with a kiss. Goddess, how long Tara had dreamed of kissing Willow. The dreams had been wonderful. The real thing left her dreams in the dust. Her lips were soft and sweet. She was wearing cherry flavored lip gloss. Tara knew that from that moment on she would forever buy only cherry flavored lip gloss. Willow teased and taunted her with her tongue. Tara did her fair share of teasing and taunting back. Willow moaned into her mouth, sending a thrill through Tara. She wrapped her arms around Willow, not only to hold her but also to support herself, for she was feeling weak in the knees and light headed. She wasn't sure how long she could stay standing of her own free will. She wasn't sure how long she wanted to.
The candle was inhibiting their embrace. And the wax was still hot.
"Ow," Tara said, as the wax burned a small spot on her arm.
"Damn," Willow muttered. "I forgot about the candle!" She went to set it on Tara's desk but missed, blinded by the dark. It crashed, knocking over a stack of precariously piled books. "Shit! Damn!"
Tara couldn't help but laugh.
"Look, I'm nervous enough with out you laughing at-"
Tara cut off Willow with another kiss. "Leave it," she told her, coming up for air, "Candles and housekeeping are the last things on my mind right now." She smiled mischievously.
Through the shadows, she could barely make out a matching smile on Willow's lips. She kissed her once more, this time more urgently, more passionately. When Willow had said she was going to make it up to her, how much making up had she meant? Suddenly, she needed to know.
She shouldn't have worried. Willow responded back with equal passion. Perhaps a little more. Her hands strayed to Tara's breasts, exploring their splendor. Tara's light-headedness increased as she let out a soft moan. Goddess, she loved Willowhands.
Tara ran her fingers through Willow's hair. She loved the girl's red locks. No correction, she loved *her* girl's red locks. Her girl. Willow was finally hers. All hers. She almost couldn't believe it was true. All thoughts were momentarily interrupted as Willow slid a hand down and ran her fingers through Tara's own blond curls.
"Oh Willow," Tara said, feeling every nerve ending in her body come alive. "Don't stop. Don't ..."
Tara's weakening knees finally gave. She fell down.
Willow knelt at her side. "Tara, are you ok? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"Don't be sorry." She might have skinner her shin a little, but she hardly cared. Tara began kissing Willow again.
"Let's get to the bed," Willow suggested. "It's a little softer, incase you fall again."
"I fell a long time ago," Tara told her.
"Me too."
Tara thought her heart would explode with joy. But not before the rest of her exploded.
They found their way to the bed and lied down on it.
"All these pesky clothes are in the way!" Willow complained, fumbling with Tara's bra. "Where the heck does this...?"
"It snaps in the front," Tara explained, taking her girl's hand in hers and guiding it to the clasp, which Willow tenderly undid. Not wishing to offend the lady, Tara helped the redhead undress her.
"You're just so beautiful," Willow said in awe.
Tara chuckled. "You can't even see in this light."
Willow calmly answered, "I don't need to see. I knew you were beautiful the moment I first laid eyes on you. Besides, my eyes are starting to adjust to the dark, and they love what they see." She began trailing kisses down Tara's stomach.
"Willow not that I -- oh wow -- don't appreciate what you're doing, but it would appear -- I love your kisses! -- that you have an unfair advantage over me!"
"Oh." Willow realized that she was still fully dressed. Damn clothes.
Tara rolled Willow over on her back and climbed on top of her. She gently removed her top and undid her bra, this one clasped in the back. Well, variety was the spice of life. Willow's breasts were beautiful, delicate and sweet. She began kissing the right, then the left, using her tongue and teeth to lightly play with the nipples. Willow began moaning like there was no tomorrow.
Tara paused. "I do have neighbors you know!"
"Let them hear! Let the world hear that I, Willow Rosenburg, am in love with Tara McClay!!!" Willow cried out at the top of her lungs.
"Good for you!" A voice shouted back through the walls. "You wouldn't happen to be video taping any of this would you?"
"No," they both hollered back.
"Right," the voice said. "Well, if you ever change your mind and need a camera man ..."
That sent the girls into another peal of laughter, during which Tara went to work on Willow's jeans.
"You are *never* to wear button fly jeans again!" Tara ordered.
"Ay-ay captain!" Willow answered, doing a mock salute, and bonking Tara in the nose.
"Ow!"
"Sorry!" She kissed her, and indeed, it made everything better.
"You know, I'm not at an unfair advantage anymore," Willow said suggestively.
"Would you like to be?" Tara crooned back.
Willow began kissing down her once more, pausing to play with her belly button, which made the slightly ticklish Tara giggle. Then she worked her way down, down until.
"Oh goddess!" Tara gasped as Willow's tongue gently flicked her clit.
"Now I've never done this before," Willow warned, "so tell me if I-"
"DON'T STOP!"
Willow went back to work, alternating licking and flicking as she attacked that oh so sensitive nub. And Tara had warned Willow about being loud!
"Oh Goddess. Oh Fuck. Oh. Fuck. Fuck. Goddess. Don't stop. I think I'm... I'm going to... WILLOW!!!!"
Tara shook as the orgasm swelled through her. Willow returned to kissing her and holding her. Tara tasted herself on her lover's lips. Her lover. Such a wonderful word.
"You know, I don't think I've ever heard you curse before," Willow teased her.
"You should see the pox I put on Pete Johnson in the third grade," Tara joked.
"Who?"
"A little wiccan humor, that's all."
Willow laughed. "I can't wait to make you have the mouth of a sailor again."
"Not until I find out how much you swear!"
Tara began kissing Willow's neck, and even threw in a little ear nibble.
"Oh Tara I love you so much!"
Tara continued kissing her as she slid her hands all over her lover's body. Willow had the softest skin. And the most wonderful peaks and valleys. Oh how Tara loved those valleys.
She slid her fingers slowly up and down her lover's silken folds.
"Oh!"
At an Excruciatingly slow pace she continued sliding up and down. Willow was so wonderfully wet.
"Don't torment me!" Willow pleaded. "Please Tara!"
Tara smiled. That's right, she had wanted Willow to beg a little. Now her girl would get her do. She placed two fingers on Willow's clit, rubbing them in a circle.
"Fuck, that feels so good!"
So Willow had the bad mouth on her as well. She must be punished. She added a little pressure and quickened her pace. Willow began to babble.
"OhwowohGoddesswowwowneverthoughtanythingcouldbesogoodloveyouloveyouworshipyouyoucompletemeevery- thingIamIowetorighttheredon'tstopdon'teverstopohhowIloveyouyouknowIloveyou- rightIwillalwaysalwaysloveyouIamyoursforeverohfuckohfuckohgoddessTARA!"
She kept going through her lover's orgasm, slowing to a stop as Willow's breathing returned to normal.
Willow looked into her eyes. They had adjusted to the dark well enough for that now. "I love you so much."
"I love you too," Tara answered back.
"The night is young. You know, I have my camcorder, it would only take a second to set it up..." Mr. Next door shouted over at them.
"No!" they both answered back.
"He does have a point though," Willow said.
"You're into video?" Tara asked, taken aback.
"No. The night is young. Wouldn't you agree that there's still a long night ahead of us?"
Tara had to marvel at the wisdom of Mr. Next door. "I most certainly would have to agree with that!"
Xander: Buffy, this is all about fear. It's understandable, but you can't let it control you. 'Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to anger.' No wait, hold on. 'Fear leads to hate. Hate leads to the dark side.' Hold on, no, umm, 'First you get the women, then you get the money, then you...' okay, can we forget that?
-Freshman
at: 6/5/02 12:35:05 am
very nice 
okay, Much Love to ya,