Hey Kittens
It's Tuesday night and here is the promised update. Here in the Philly area, tonight's ep. is pre-empted by Sixers basketball - yay!
Because this one sort of pulls out a lot of the stops:
NC- 17 And yes, I really, really mean it.
Health Warning - have ALL of your equipment handy. It is 100% essential. And don't forget to breathe and to blink.
Xita - thanks. : -->
Have fun.
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She watched as Tara closed and locked the door. Her lover let the robe slide from her shoulders and laid it in the chair. The fairy lights didn’t provide enough illumination to see every detail perfectly, weren’t bright enough to allow her to distinguish colors. Tara was light and shadow, her hair shimmering like spun metal. She smiled and lifted the covers.
“Oh, I didn’t mean to w-wake you.”
“You didn’t. I woke up while you were gone.” She slipped an arm around Tara’s now-cool body and pulled her close. She nuzzled her neck and ears, inhaling Tara’s scent, and shivered – but not from the cold.
“M-miss me?”
She caught a slightly mischievous smile. “Yes. Missed my Tarebear snuggles.”
“And?” The smile grew broader, naughtier.
“And, yes.” Willow grinned back, tucking a strand of silky hair behind one of her girlfriend’s ears.
Tara shifted up on top of her. “Yes – what, sweetie?” Eyes that she knew were blue crinkled in amusement.
“Mmmm, well, while I was waiting I got to thinking how good you’d taste.” She kissed her gently.
“Ahhh.” Tara ducked her head down, so that her lips were beside her left ear. She whispered, “I was thinking how much I enjoyed my lunch – and thinking how I might enjoy a snack right now.”
“Oh.” That was all Willow could manage, her tummy fluttering. She knew how she wanted to answer that. After all, she wanted that - wanted that rather intensely - but she didn’t think she could actually say the words. Against her neck, she felt Tara’s lips curve into a smile and felt her own cheeks flush.
“Want me to eat you, love?” Tara lifted her head.
Oh … yes. Hell, yes. “Uh, … well, uh, I should go freshen ….” Fingers covered her lips again, shushing her as Tara shook her head minutely.
“No, love.” Soft lips replaced the fingers in a gentle kiss and Tara settled in on top of her, blanketing her with her body. Slow kisses covered her lips, making her hungry, but gentling her.
She cupped Tara’s face in her hands, nibbling her lips between kisses, until Tara shifted upwards. Looking down at her with considerable hunger, Tara-tongue licked her own full lips. She felt her lips part in reaction to the visual and saw Tara smile.
“Are you up to some math, love? I promise it won’t be complicated.”
“What kind of math?” Willow’s smile had nothing to do with her love of math.
“Easy addition, like 33 +36 and 27 + 42.”
“I like that math.” Willow grinned hugely. “But, ohhh, multiplication is important, too. Don’t forget that.”
“3 x 23 suit your fancy, love?”
“Very much so.” She smirked. This was a game she could play and win. “The square root of 4761 is much neglected, I think.”
“Is it, now?” Tara slipped off her.
“Well, it feels neglected.”
“Such an important number shouldn’t feel that way.” Tara’s fingertips traced a line between the hollow of her neck and the edge of her curls before circling lightly over her tummy. “Is it feeling less neglected now?”
“Uh, no. Not yet.” Willow squirmed beneath the teasing fingers.
“Can you tell me what it wants?”
Oh god, she was going to make her say it!
Tara lifted one eyebrow; smirking, she lowered her mouth to a nipple. Her tongue traced the aureole lightly. Willow wound her hand in the blond hair, simply holding, not guiding. Willing to be teased. Wanting to be teased. The words to express what she wanted, what she needed, hovered on the tip of her tongue. Fingers dipped lower, tugging her curls.
“You are so lovely,” Tara murmured. Taking the nipple between her teeth, she tugged gently.
Willow’s hand clenched in the long hair and she hissed. Her back arched. Tara flicked her tongue over the nipple once, then released it.
“Oh, god,” Willow sighed.
“Ready to find that square root, love?”
She nodded and released Tara, who slipped out of bed – which was wrong, right? Sitting up, she tracked her lover. What was she …? Oh. She relaxed as Tara found what she was looking for and returned to the bed. Fingers on her chin tipped her head back and Tara kissed her thoroughly. Tara tongued her, curling her tongue into a warm tool to tease and enflame. Willow felt her heart rate quicken. The fingers shifted to her shoulder and pushed her back, and all the while Tara kissed her. She moaned, her hands caressing her lover’s sides. She whimpered when Tara broke off the kiss, and recognized in herself the hunger Tara had felt this afternoon.
“Lift your hips, sweetie.”
She nodded and lifted upward.
Tara spread a towel beneath them. “Just in case.”
Eyes wide, she drank in her lover’s face, willing now to say the words for what she wanted, that Tara had wanted her to – if she asked. Her hands stroked Tara restlessly, urgently, as Tara turned about. Long hair brushed over her upper thighs and she lifted her hips involuntarily.
“Shhhhh. Easy, love. I want to take my time.”
“Okay.” The lack of strength in her voice surprised her, but also pleased her in a way. Tara was the strong one now.
Her lover reclined beside her and she lifted her leg, letting Tara pillow her head on her thigh. Tara did the same for her, and they curled into one another, 6s and 9s. She felt Tara sigh, warm breath washing across her wetness, and trembled.
“So very lovely.” Tara’s voice was a mere whisper, but made her nipples harden. Soft lips kissed her and her breath caught in her throat. It was pulled free in a low moan when a soft firm tongue pressed into her.
Her own face nuzzled into Tara and she felt her lover’s reactive thrust. Yes. Hungry. Her lips caught at Tara’s clit and she licked it hard – harder still when she heard Tara’s breathing hitch. Tara strained towards her lips and tongue.
Wanting.
Yet Tara squeezed her thigh, begging breathlessly. “N-No. Slow. Please.”
Willow considered. Slow or fast. Either would get them there. But slow, yes, slow had merits – they’d already proven that in the past few days. She grappled with her hunger for Tara and pushed it down. She could do slow. She ached to do slow.
She kissed Tara’s cunt gently – and felt her relax. Felt an identical kiss on her own cunt. Slow, oh yes. Slow was going to be very good.
Tara’s upper hand reached behind her, caressing and kneading her butt. The other parted her lips, exposing her to Tara’s breath, and lips, and tongue. Movements she mirrored, making her lover shiver. Tara was wet. Her cunt glistened with juices. Juices she slowly began to drink: saltier today, tangier, not as sweet. She was becoming a Tara connoisseur. Of course, who wouldn’t, given the opportunity?
Her hips rocked to the slow, but definitely not lazy, strokes of Tara’s tongue. Gentle strokes. Feathery strokes. Eyes closed, she duplicated them with her own tongue and felt her lover begin to rock. Yes. This was very good.
Wild monkey love could come later. Now she just wanted Sara MacLachlan loving.
Soft fingers caressed and rubbed, intensifying the motions of their tongues, until it grew impossible to think. Then she entered Tara, motion her lover couldn’t duplicate. And Tara stiffened, motionless, tongue and fingers stilled as her orgasm flowed through her. She added a second finger and sucked her clit, feeling her lover come.
Wanting that herself.
Tara’s rapid breathing slowed and she drank up the thick juices. She curled her fingers, brushing the tips over Tara’s rough-smooth inner walls.
That – she wanted that, fingers thrusting into her. Tara’s tongue flicked her clit hard, rapidly. She moaned. Good, but not enough.
“Sweetie.” Tara’s voice was deep and thick with hunger. “Come up over me. Ride my tongue.”
Willow pulled her fingers out and rolled, turning Tara over onto her back. She crouched, knees on either side of her lover’s head, carefully not kneeling on the long hair. Trembling, she ran her fingers over Tara’s breasts and tummy.
Tara pushed at her thighs, spreading and bracing her. “Come down, love.”
She lowered herself to Tara’s mouth, wondering if even this would be enough. She felt the warm contact and began to rock. Tara’s tongue stroked her clit, front to back, with long, firm strokes. She felt her body tighten up with pleasure that ratcheted upwards with every stroke. But more, oh god, she wanted more.
A gentle probing touch of Tara’s fingers made her tense. Then she felt tension inside her as Tara tugged on her string. Tugged it just hard enough to cause tension within her, but no harder. Her hands knotted in the sheets and she began to thrust against her lover’s mouth. A fingertip teased her, entering her just enough for her to feel it with the sensitive mouth of her vagina. Tara repeated the motions, tugging and teasing.
Willow moaned deeply. “Yes, there.” She licked her lips, whimpering, frantic now with her need. “Do. It. Yessss.” Her breath came in sobbing moans that punctuated each downward thrust of her cunt against Tara’s mouth. “Eat me, please,” she pleaded hoarsely, and Tara’s mouth closed on her clit. Sucking hard, drawing it into her mouth. “Ohhhhh!” She shook her head from side to side, crouched even lower over Tara now. She could feel Tara’s teeth against her cunt as she rode her.
The orgasm swept through her hard, making her buck and grunt, but Tara didn’t stop. The tongue swirled over her clit, flicking it firmly. She began climbing upward again, riding her lover’s mouth. “Yes, Tara. Oh, yesssss.” As she came this time, Tara’s tongue slowed and began flicking more lightly. As she started to lift off her, she found herself unable to escape from her lover’s hands and mouth. She was being tongued completely and totally.
And she loved it.
Her body trembled, but she couldn’t move away – didn’t want to move away. She wanted this. She rested her forehead at the junction of Tara’s hip and belly; panting, she reached up her own body, found her nipples, and rolled the aching bits of flesh between her thumb and fingers.
Tara ate her, devoured her from beneath.
Tara claimed her, filling her with pleasure, until her raw need gradually dissipated to something milder. Finally she rolled over onto her back, reaching for Tara as she turned and climbed her body, eagerly accepting the press of Tara’s hungry body against hers. She looked up into the beautiful face and wound a hand into the hair, drawing her lover down. Her lips covered the bruised lips with gentle kisses, then traced their way back to her lover’s left ear.
“Fuck me, love,” she murmured.
Tara straddled her thigh, pressing her fingers over Willow’s clit. Willow held her tight as she began to rock, little grunts emerging from her mouth. Each rocking motion rubbed the fingers over her clit. She nuzzled her lover’s neck, and Tara angled her chin upwards invitingly. Willow licked the soft flesh, tasting the sweat that slicked Tara’s skin. She lifted a leg and hooked her ankle over Tara’s calf for leverage. She met her lover’s thrusts, her breathing falling naturally in sync with Tara’s.
Together they reached upward, helping one another along, until long slow waves shuddered through them.
Tara stirred first, slipping off her and nestling into her arm and body. Willow turned her head and gazed into her lover’s face.
“Are you okay? Do you need anything, ’cause if you do, I could ….”
“I’m fine, love. More than fine, actually.” Tara’s lips curved upwards and she raised her hand. Her fingers were sticky as they caressed her cheek.
Willow turned her head towards them, curious to taste herself today – to taste what Tara had. Her lips closed around them and she sucked and licked them clean. Almost as nice as Tara had tasted. Different. Stronger. More woman-y.
Which reminded her – she reached down and made certain the towel was in place. She really didn’t want a repeat of last night in Tara’s bed. She’d snuggle awhile, go change, then snuggle or make love with Tara again. She had a plan. Plans were good – she liked having a plan. And a plan involving Tara was the best plan of all.
****
Jo glanced at her watch, fidgeting. Almost 10. That was late enough. Surely that was late enough. Obviously 8 hadn’t been. And 9 probably wasn’t, but to avoid temptation she left her room then.
She stood, juggling her peace offering. Everyone liked donuts, right? She frowned at the other bag. Were bagels too ethnic? She hadn’t gotten lox, but bagels and cream cheese were good, right? Or were they too Jewish? Oh – what if her peace offering wasn’t peace-inducing?
She almost dropped everything – donuts, bagels, coffee – as she struggled through the doors. Strolling down the quiet hall, she met no one. Maybe 10 was too early. But if she waited, then the coffee would be cold. She hated cold coffee.
She hesitated outside Tara’s door, then shifted her burdens. She knocked and waited. Oh god, what if she was interrupting? Maybe she should just go back to her room. She was rocking back and forth between her room and Tara’s when the door swung open, revealing Tara in her robe.
“Hi, Jo.”
“Uh, hi. It’s not too early, is it? I’m not interrupting?” Her eyebrows climbed up into question marks.
Tara stepped back. “N-No, come in.”
Jo ventured into the room cautiously as Tara closed the door behind her, her eyes automatically searching for Willow. Who was dressed in boxers and a t-shirt and reclining across the bed on her stomach, one foot kicking lazily in the air.
“Hey.” The redhead smiled a greeting and Tara sat down on the bed, claiming one of Willow’s hands.
Not snarky at all. Jo sighed in relief. “Hey. I brought breakfast.”
Willow sat up. “Oooooh, what?”
Jo smiled shakily, feeling a little more at ease. “Donuts, bagels and cream cheese, and coffee.”
“Yum.” Willow patted the bed with her free hand.
She sat gingerly, not too close, and handed over the bags. She glanced at Tara as Willow happily rummaged through the bags. The blonde’s eyes met hers in quiet amusement over her lover’s shoulder. Jo smiled back and then grinned broadly.
Maybe Willow was only snarky when she was horny.
So here are the thank-yous from the update before last.
"now she just wanted Sara MacLachlan loving" loved that! 
And then you got me with this one:
So beautiful. She's come so far...hope it won't be too much longer before she'll say those three words?? 
Can't wait to see Tara's reaction.
It's all your fault. 
JK! But, yes... I'm now part of the, I like Jo camp. Can't wait to see what happens with her and Dani. You know, I can't remember who said it, but I was kinda wondering too, if Jo was somehow thinking of Tara kissing her. I think she's still a little hung up on her, but hopefully her mind will be occupied by someone else, soon?? Jo needs her Dani smoochies. 
I LOVE THIS FIC!! *takes a deep breath* AHH....That's better!! LOL
