Hey there, a couple of quick replies and then an update. Sorry its taken so long, sounds like an excuse but I have had a mountain of uni work to do. Now that Im back home for the hols though, I had time to write this chapter…possibly my longest ever, lol.
Hope you like…
Stacey xxx
Stroke of luck- Romantic and sweet eh? Well, that’s good cos that was what I was aiming for, lol. Thanks for reading and catching up, hope you like this update too.
Hellyeahallday- Don’t worry, didn’t sound welsh at all!! Bloody brill is a perfectly normal thing to say, hehe. I particularly don’t mind when youre talking about my fic,
Hope you like this chapter just as much!
Previously, in ‘The start of forever’…Tara carefully opened the lid of the box, and lifted the protective sheet that lay inside. The box contained a shiny silver key.
A million questions and answers once again invaded her thoughts at that moment, until they were silenced by her girlfriend’s voice.
“Tara, I love you, and I love every minute that I spend with you. You said something to me just a week ago. You said that every day that you get to wake up and spend with me is amazing and special. And I agree with you, with all of my heart. I love waking up wrapped in your arms, I love you being there to kiss me, and love me, anytime I want and…I guess what I’m trying to say is. I want us to wake up and spend more amazing and special days together. I want us to live together. Will you move in with me?”
Chapter 36.Warning; NC17 parts in this chapter *grins*
Tara sat in stunned silence, mouth agape, as she tried to process the question.
Willow shuffled her feet nervously and looked at the floor.
too…>
Tara’s thoughts were still racing through her mind, overlapping and contradicting each other. Amid her confused state, the blonde glanced up and the sight nearly broke her heart.
Willow was staring at her feet, a look of absolute dejection on her face, emerald orbs sparkling with unshed tears.
Tara reached out her hand to caress Willow’s arm lightly, silently pleading for her girl to look up. Thankfully, Willow raised her head to look at her, but with a new determined look on her face. The resolve face.
“It’s ok Tare… I understand… it’s too soon, what was I thinking? I mean, we’ve only been together a few months… I just love you so much and I want to spend all my time with you… well, maybe not like 24/7 ‘cos then you might get sick of me… though hopefully not actually sick, ‘cos well… that’s not the point. I know I never should’ve listened to Buffy and Faith… I mean, what do they know? It just seemed like such a good idea and… and…” She broke off the stream to take a deep breath, “and I understand that you have to say no.”
Tara smiled slightly; she wouldn’t even begin to decipher what Willow had just said, she knew better than anybody else just how sidetracked the redhead could get when nervous. Taking a calming breath, Tara entwined her fingers with Willow’s.
“Who said I was going to say no?” she smiled.
“Um… you did?” her lover replied in a small voice.
Tara couldn’t suppress a giggle,
“I didn’t say that. In fact, I didn’t say anything,” she replied, flashing a quick glimpse of her lopsided smile.
“Well, that means no,” Willow replied, once more looking down at her feet.
“No sweetie, it means I was thinking; I mean this is a big shock for me! I do want to be with you, Willow, as much as possible, but how on Earth could we afford to rent and run our own place?”
A look of understanding shone in Willow’s eyes;
“Oh…oh! You think? Oh… how could I?” The redhead slapped herself lightly on the forehead.
“Baby? Tara looked even more confused.
“I don’t think I phrased it right…the whole…uh…question thing. The reason I asked for advice from Buffy and Faith, was because Buffy agreed to swap dorm rooms with you. If you wanted to of course? And then you and I could have the big double room and Buffy would be next to Faith…well, she spends all her time there anyway, but…”
Willow’s rant was cut off by the sensation of Tara’s full lips pressed against hers. Kissing back for a second, before the short kiss ended, Willow closed her eyes with a dreamy expression on her face.
“Mmmm… Tara smoochies,” she grinned.
The only reply she heard was,
“Yes.”
“Uh…yes, Tara smoochies?” Willow asked with a hopeful tone in her voice.
Tara grinned at her adorable girlfriend.
“Yes, smoochies… but also, yes I’d love to move in with you.”
Willow’s jaw dropped, and for a second Tara was worried that she might have actually stopped breathing.
Suddenly, the redhead sprang from the bench, pulling her love with her, and picked Tara up, spinning her in circles, a wide Willow-grin gracing her features.
“Yes! You said yes!”
Seeing another passing couple looked at her inquisitively, Willow clarified for them,
“She said yes!” she squealed with delight, Tara’s giggles of happiness only serving to make the redhead even more giddy.
Planting her girlfriend back down, Willow gently cupped her cheeks in her palms and kissed her tenderly on the lips, before whispering in her ear,
“Thank you. I love you, Tara.”
Tara placed a light kiss on Willow’s neck, before murmuring
“I love you too.”
The two of them stood gazing into each others eyes for maybe a minute, wanting to take in everything about that moment. It was Tara who broke the silence.
“Maybe we should…uh…”
“Get naked?” Willow replied playfully.
“No, I was going to say we should go to the restaurant, for, um, that table we booked?”
“Oh” the redhead pouted, but a second later her eyes lit up again, “then can we get naked after?”
“Oh yes,” Tara murmured huskily, “after wards, we can get very, very naked.”
Willow gulped audibly as she saw the rare predatory look in Tara’s eyes.
“Well, yay then! Let’s go eat, baby.”
Willow took her lovers hand and led her in the direction of the restaurant.
The couple were sat in a discreet corner of the restaurant, their table lit atmospherically by candle light.
They were both looking over their menus, one of their hands entwined with the others in the centre of the table, when a waiter approached.
“Good evening, are you ready to order yet ladies?” he asked politely, smiling sweetly as he saw their joined hands on the table.
Willow caught his look and, still in her incredibly elated state, blurted
“She said yes!” to the waiter.
“Um, sweetie, I don’t think that’s on the menu!” Tara quipped, her cheeks blushing.
The waiter laughed, “That’s ok. I, uh, guess congratulations are in order,” he grinned happily. Signaling to another waiter with a wave, he pointed to the girls’ table and called out “champagne!”
Looking back to the girls he said,
“I popped the question to my girlfriend a week ago, I’m still on a high now!” he explained.
Willow suddenly realized what he was saying,
“Oh, uh, I didn’t ask the question! I, um, I asked Tara to move in with me. And…!"
“I said yes!” Tara added, before Willow could exclaim once more.
The waiter still grinned at them,
“Well, in my book that still calls for champagne,” he said winking, as another waiter brought over a bottle in an ice bucket to the table, “on the house, of course.”
Tara went to object, but seeing the waiter’s raised eyebrow, she merely smiled and said “thank you.”
An hour later and Willow and Tara had finished their starter and main course, as well as most of the champagne. Although not drunk, the alcohol had certainly enhanced their earlier happiness, as well as their desire to be together. Alone.
Willow’s shoeless foot was lightly caressing Tara’s ankle as the waiter approached once more.
“Dessert, ladies?” he asked.
“Mmmm, something chocolatey…” Willow eyes lit up at the thought. But she was interrupted by Tara.
“No thanks.”
“No? Baby?” Willow asked, clearly puzzled as to why Tara would deprive her of chocolatey goodness.
The blonde looked down at their entwined hands, her thumb idly caressing Willow’s fingers.
“I…um, I thought we were going to make sundaes?”
“Sundaes? Oh, sundaes!” Willow squeaked, as she remembered the half melted ice cream in their hotel room fridge.
Tara smiled lopsidedly once more as she saw realization dawn on her girlfriend’s face.
“Um, no dessert thanks!” Willow told the waiter, her voice still high pitched, “just the bill please.”
The waiter nodded and left to collect the bill, smiling at the couple’s affectionate, and utterly obvious, conversation.
“Sundaes!” he scoffed, shaking his head at their lame excuse.
Willow and Tara had finally made it to their level of the hotel, hindered by kisses in the stairway, and slight unsteadiness due to the champagne.
Moving through the hallway, Tara suddenly stopped and cornered Willow against the wall, instantly covering her lips with her own.
The blonde kissed her firmly, her hands running up her sides, as her tongue plunged into Willow’s mouth.
They broke their passionate embrace, as they heard the unmistakable sound of somebody walking past.
Spinning around, Willow could see that the culprit was none other than Tom, who had caught them once before, and his face now resembled a rather large tomato.
Willow giggled and leant against Tara, her chin resting against her shoulder.
“Poor kid, that’s twice now.”
“Mmmm- hmmm” Tara agreed, sounding pre-occupied. Willow looked up and locked eyes with Tara, seeing that the blue had a hint of unmistakable lust.
“Room…” she started,
“Now!” Tara finished.
The couple flew through the door of their hotel room, slamming it behind them.
Tara instantly pushed Willow back against the door, locking their lips together in a heated kiss, tongues dueling and hands roaming under shirts, desperate for any skin they could find.
Raising her slender fingers up to the collar of Willow’s shirt, Tara started to undo the buttons of the flimsy material, finally opening it to reveal the redhead’s creamy flesh, and discarding the shirt across the room.
Willow looked up and watched it fly with astonishment,
“I only ironed that….”
Her words were cut short by Tara’s lips on hers again, and the familiar sensation of Tara’s fingers unzipping her fly. She felt her girlfriend firmly tug her pants off, until they fell to her knees, and then Tara’s lips were gone.
“Huh? Wha? Smoochies?” Willow pouted.
She felt her shoes being carefully removed, and then each leg being lifted as her pants removed. Then, Tara’s sparkling azure eyes met hers once again
“All in good time, baby, all in good time,” the blondes smile held the faintest hint of a smirk. “For now… roomie” she chuckled, “sit down in that chair.”
Tara pointed towards a lone chair by the dressing table, which was turned to face the bed. Willow simply nodded, and then shuffled over, in just her bra and panties, to sit in the chair looking despondent.
Tara saw this and moved over to the chair, kneeling down and taking Willow’s hands in hers.
“Love, don’t worry, you’ve done nothing wrong. I just want you to watch, is all,” she said softly.
Willow visibly perked up at this new information.
“Watch?”
Tara smiled and nodded, quickly kissing Willow’s knuckles before moving across the room.
Acting as though Willow wasn’t even there, she stripped off her shirt and unzipped her skirt, stepping out of it as the material fell to her ankles.
Glancing over her shoulder, she grinned lopsidedly, and reached behind her to unclasp her bra, shrugging it from her shoulders.
Standing only in black lace panties, Tara moved over to the fridge and removed the ice cream that they had bought earlier. Opening the lid, Tara dipped a finger in and then sucked it into her mouth,
“Mmmm,” she grinned.
Willow’s jaw dropped at such a sensual act; her lover was truly incredible. Her emerald eyes watched her lovers every move; Tara took the chocolate sauce and with the ice cream and placed them on the bedside table, unhooking her panties from her hips before gracefully moving onto the bed.
Looking up to make sure that Willow was still watching her, Tara picked up the ice cream, by now quite melted, and scooped a generous amount with her fingers, smearing it down her neck and across her breasts and stomach, before once again sucking her fingers into her mouth and enjoying the excess. Next she picked up the squeezy bottle of chocolate sauce and liberally poured it all over the ice cream, down her stomach, and back up again.
Grinning wickedly, she looked up at Willow once again to see her lover sat on the edge of her seat, subconsciously licking her lips at the sight of the treat before her.
“So…do you want your dessert now?” Tara asked innocently.
Speechless, Willow simply nodded. Tara smiled, and giggled as she saw Willow still staying where she was, dumbfounded.
“Are you coming then?” the blonde asked between giggles.
“Almost…” Willow muttered under her breath, and then immediately sprang from the chair, closing the distance between herself and Tara.
Climbing up onto the bed, Willow arranged one leg on either side of Tara, and sat above her, unsure of what to do next.
Tara reached behind Willow and unclasped her bra, taking the straps from her shoulders and removing the material, leaving Willow in only her panties.
Leaning down slightly, Willow kissed Tara’s full lips gently, before pulling back and smiling.
“You taste like yummy ice cream!”
“There’s more where that came from….just…uh…no spoon to eat it with.”
Willow looked down and saw her lover spread before her, rivulets of melted ice cream trailing over the slopes of her breasts and down her stomach, into her soft curls. Suddenly the redhead realized that she was sitting there, looking at this beautiful blonde goddess, when she could be touching…
The redhead suddenly launched herself fully on top of Tara, reaching out her tongue to lick the length of her neck, tasting the cool creaminess that had been placed there. Willow’s tongue took tiny licks down Tara’s neck, reaching her pulse point and taking the soft skin into her mouth, sucking gently.
Tara moaned quietly and pulled Willow closer against her.
Satisfied with the mark she had made, Willow moved her lips further down Tara’s body, tracing the melted trail of ice cream with her tongue down to the swell of her breasts. Willow licked and sucked all of the ice cream and chocolate sauce from Tara’s breasts, skillfully avoiding her nipples, which stood erect partly from the cold, but also from the intensity of the sensations Willow’s tongue was causing.
Her hips moving involuntarily, Tara moaned out loudly, arching her back to try and influence Willow to move her journey onwards.
Willow smiled and flicked her tongue out at Tara’s hard nub, bathing the icy cold with warmth.
Tara gasped and held Willow’s mouth to her, as the redhead lightly bit down on the engorged nipple before sucking it, hard.
“Mmm Willow, don’t stop.”
Willow briefly stopped her ministrations and looked up at Tara, the corners of her mouth turning up into a smile that could almost be called a smirk.
Moving to Tara’s neglected breast, still covered with dripping ice cream and chocolate, Willow resumed the small teasing licks, as her hand followed the trail of chocolatey goodness down Tara’s stomach, before reaching her light brown curls.
Tara thrust her hips up eagerly, as she felt Willow’s hand stop and rest there as her lips sucked hungrily on her nipple.
After a few moments, Willow removed her lips and looked up once again and smiled teasingly at Tara, before reaching for the chocolate sauce and squeezing long dribbles down Tara’s stomach, over her mound and inner thighs.
“Mmm, chocolate!” she grinned.
Lowering her head, Willow once again followed the trail with her tongue, along Tara’s taut stomach, swirling in her navel, before skipping straight to her inner thighs.
Licking the drops of chocolate and melted ice cream from Tara’s skin, Willow couldn’t help but wonder how she got so lucky, she was experiencing all of her favourite things at once; naked Tara, Tara-taste, ice cream AND chocolate!
She was suddenly reminded of where she was as Tara pushed her hips up, frustrated by her teasing.
Unable to wait any longer, Willow took a long lick of Tara’s core, delighting in the mixture of tastes on her tongue.
The blonde was already moaning loudly as Willow increased the pressure of her tongue, pushing just inside of Tara’s warm centre before sweeping up to swirl over her sensitive bundle of nerves.
Taking the tiny nub between her lips, she sucked gently, hearing Tara take a sharp breath, before groaning,
“Gods Willow, I’m so close…”
Willow continued to suck harder, as she slowly pushed a finger into Tara’s core, thrusting gently. Encouraged by the answering thrust of Tara’s hips, she added another finger and began to plunge eagerly inside, as she sucked on Tara’s clit.
Tara began to feel herself being pushed over the edge, she couldn’t believe how good it felt. As Willow added a third finger, she felt her orgasm sweep over her, arching her back, curling her toes, and causing her to scream out Willow’s name loudly.
Hearing this, Willow continued to suck, flicking her tongue at the overly sensitive nub, causing aftershocks to race through Tara’s body.
As she felt Tara’s arching body fall back onto the bed, she slowed down to a stop, and then scooted up the bed to hold Tara in her arms.
“Are you ok baby?”
Tara grinned in reply, looking at Willow.
“You’re all chocolatey,” she giggled, “it’s all over your face!”
Laughing, Willow quipped back
“you’ll just have to clean me up then.”
Laughing, the couple lay in the afterglow of their love making. But their peace was rudely interrupted by the loud ring of Willow’s phone on the bedside table.
Looking irritated at it, she groaned
“Shut up!” hoping that it might work.
The phone continued to ring incessantly, and Willow looked from Tara to the phone, and back to Tara again.
“It might be something important; I told everybody not to call unless it was a life or death situation!”
Tara’s eyes widened, “Maybe you better answer sweetie.”
Willow reached to the bedside table, not moving from her lover for a second.
“Hello?”
“Hey Will! How’s it going? Did Tara say yes? Oh my God, I bet she did!”
Willow sighed.
“Buffy, is this a life or death situation?”
“Well, not literally, but you seemed really nervous when you left, so… why do you sound so annoyed and kind of breathless…?”
Willow sighed loudly into the phone.
“Oh God, am I interrupting something? Ewwww…!”
Willow looked around her seeing their naked bodies entwined with each other, chocolate and ice cream remnants covering them and most of the bed sheets.
Giggling into the mouthpiece, she answered
“You could say that…and, uh, she said yes!”
With that Willow hung up and dived back into Tara-snuggles.
“Now, where were we…?”
TBC
Edited by: willowsgirl at: 12/24/03 9:07 am
by TaraBaby77 » Tue Dec 09, 2003 3:22 pm 
. Maybe I should build one, hummm..... anyhoo, just wanted to let you know. Also, for any producers, directors, anyone by the name of Amber Benson, that's looking for a screenwriter, I have a few names that you probably wanna give a shot at the job, 
I was just kicking a can around down here and ran into your fic again, heehee. I just wanted to stop by it and say hey and see how it was doing. Okay, okay, okay, I know I have issues, but it's good that I have issues about your fic, 
more asap pwsss
stacey 
,
, "She said yes!" 
I love this fic! 
said yes! YAY! 
Mmmm 
Yeap, that pretty much says a ton, heehee. Stacey/willowsgirl, AWESOME!!! I must say, you are getting better with the Willow and Tara, girl-on-girl action!!! With the whole chocolate syrup and ice cream, uhhh 
, heehee. I LOVED IT!!! Oh yeah!!! WAHOO that Tara said yes about moving in with Willow, I can't wait. Okay, I won't start my usually babble, well at least not right now, 
Im sorry I never got around to updating this fic, real life kinda got in the way..love, life, final year of uni!
of course we want you to, like, finish your story! 
what am i, a ghost? a mirage? (
) oh,no, wait....i'm a miracle 
oh, and extraflamey13- your English is fine 
Mmm...