Hey kittens!
Thanks for all the great feedback on the last chapter, here’s a few replies…
Tiger17- That has to be one of the best comments Ive ever received on this fic, you really made my day! Ive sat up all night before reading great fics that I just cant leave, and to know that someone sat and read my whole fic (well, most of it!) is soooo cool!
LostWithoutTara- I knew I knew that goddamn song!! Ive even got the cd in my room, I just couldn’t quite place that line. But now I know-Thanks!
Sam darls- Awww, Im glad you liked the updates, thanks for reading!
And now the good news (I hope!), Ive gotta new update for you! It continues right where chapter 29 left off, so if you cant remember, id advise you to catch up!
Oh, and its off the nc17 variety!
Happy reading,
Willowsgirl xx
Chapter 30
Tara and Willow kissed as though it was their first; it symbolised the fact that everything was going to be alright, that the insecurities would be put behind them and that from this point onwards, they would start afresh.
As she felt Tara’s soft lips brush over hers and then part slightly, Willow accepted the invitation and the kiss deepened, punctuated with a low moan from the blonde.
Suddenly, though, they were brought back to reality.
“What exactly do you think you’re doing, Willow?” her Mother demanded, angrily. The two girls sprang apart guiltily, but their hands remained entwined.
Willow stood up straight, and faced her Mother.
“I’m kissing my girlfriend,” she stated, defiantly.
“This is preposterous!” her Mother exclaimed, “I’ve never seen or heard anything so ridiculous in my life! I can tell you now, Willow, that from my seminar experiences it is more than likely that this is merely experimentation, a phase if you would.”
“Sheila, calm down,” Willow’s Father, Ira, warned. Tara smiled shyly at him, thankful for the support she could see in his eyes.
“Yes, Mum, please calm down. I know this is hard to understand, but I love Tara,” Willow pleaded.
However, her Mother still stood strong.
“It’s just a phase.”
“A phase?” Willow spat angrily, “That is NOT what this is. I feel so much for her, I don’t even know how to explain it. But I DO know that this is so not a phase. This has been going on since our vacation. Remember the Calypso hotel? I fell in love with Tara that last night, under the stars…”
“Shut up!” Sheila raged at her daughter, “I don’t want to hear this…this…trash!”
“Then why are you still here?” Willow replied calmly.
“Sheila, maybe we should go, I don’t think this is going to be resolved tonight, and this is neither the time or the place to talk about it anyway,” Ira suggested, and received an agreeing nod from Sheila.
“Yes, maybe we should. I’m sorry, Willow, but I’m not going to just stand by and watch you make a fool out of yourself. Is she even Jewish?!”
Willow giggled at the last comment, and squeezed Tara’s hand.
“Somehow I don’t think Tara’s religion is going to change your opinion of our relationship. So Mum…Dad…just go.”
Willow’s Father nodded, and with a half hearted wave, they left.
The two girls remained in the street, watching them leave.
Slowly, Tara turned to Willow, her expression clearly one of regret.
“I’m so sorry Willow…I c-can’t believe I made you do that. I’ve r-ruined everything.” She stuttered, as she struggled to contain her emotions.
Willow held her girlfriend closer, and brought a hand up to cup her cheek.
“Hey, Tara, don’t worry,” she said, in a calming voice. “Things between me and my parents have been ruined for a long time.”
Tara nodded, and wrapped her arms around the redhead.
“I love you,” she whispered softly in Willow’s ear.
“I love you too,” she returned, and then rested her head on Tara’s shoulder.
For a while they just stood there, in the rain, their arms wrapped around each other.
They were a lot of things at that moment. They were cold, and they were wet. But as they stood there holding each other, only one word resounded in their minds. Safe.
After a while, Willow broke the silence.
“We should go, get out of these wet clothes,” she suggested.
“Willow Rosenberg, are you trying to seduce me?!” Tara exclaimed, in mock horror.
Glad for the shift in mood, Willow continued the charade.
“I would never do such a thing! Well…maybe!” she added cheekily.
Tara laughed, and Willow’s entire self filled with a sense of well being at the sound. Everything really was going to be alright.
The two girls made their way back to the dorms, constantly holding on to each other. Once they reached Tara’s dorm, they quickly removed each other’s wet clothes. When they were both naked, Willow took in the beautiful form of her lover, and had to hold back a tear when she realised that she had nearly lost her. Tracing her fingers over Tara’s smooth flesh, she breathed in her scent and savoured it.
There was nothing sexual about the act as they stood naked, holding each other, in the dark room. It was more comfort and reassurance than anything.
But then Tara leaned forward and placed her lips on Willows, and they kissed.
It began as their kisses nearly always did; soft and gentle. Their lips brushed against each other slowly for a few moments, but quickly became more passionate.
Tongues stroked tongues, and moans infiltrated the room.
A few breathless minutes later, Tara pulled back long enough to say
“Lay down. On the bed.”
Willow nodded and, taking Tara’s hand, moved over to the bed.
Tara leaned over her and kissed her soundly once more, before leaning away and watching her. The blonde drank everything in, the smoothness of Willow’s skin, the little freckles that graced her, and the fiery red of her hair. Lastly, she focused her sight on the desire in Willow’s eyes.
Moving down the bed, Tara began at Willow’s feet and slowly ran her fingertips over her skin. She moved up her ankles, to her legs, thighs, stomach, neck…and everything in between.
It was as though she was trying to map out the whole of Willow’s body, and memorise it. Sensing this, Willow looked into Tara’s eyes and said simply,
“I am, you know. Yours. I’ll still be here tomorrow, and the day after that, and ALL the days after that. I love you Tara.”
Her blue eyes filled with unshed tears, and Tara leaned forward to nuzzle on Willow’s chest.
“I’d be nothing without you,” she whispered.
In reply, Willow lifted her chin and looked into sapphire orbs.
“No Tara, you’re everything.”
Smiling, Tara moved up Willow’s body again, and kissed her soundly on the lips. As she kissed her this time, her hands ran down her neck and shoulders to her breasts.
Willow moaned softly as she felt Tara’s smooth hands begin to caress her, the blonde’s thumbs moving towards the stiff peaks of her nipples.
Smiling, Tara ended the kiss and moved her lips down to join her hands. Taking one firm breast, she kissed the flesh around Willow’s nipple before reaching her tongue out to lightly stroke the sensitive bud.
Hearing Willow’s sharp intake of breath, Tara continued to lavish the redhead’s nipple with attention.
Having sufficiently teased both of Willow’s breasts, Tara was aware that there was one part of Willow’s body that she hadn’t paid any attention to yet. Looking up and catching Willow’s eye, she could tell that her lover was also very aware of this fact. The redhead’s breathing had become shallow, and her eyes half-closed, enjoying the pleasure that Tara was giving her.
The blonde again flashed her infamous lopsided grin, before moving away from Willow’s chest and lowering herself to lather her toned stomach with kisses and licks that she knew Willow loved.
Hearing a whimper coming from above, Tara looked up and found her eyes locked in an emerald gaze.
“Please, Tara,” Willow murmured, urging her to continue. Tara began kissing her stomach again, enjoying the creamy texture and taste of her lover’s skin.
Then, without warning, her hand quickly moved up to cup Willow’s mound, which was already wet with arousal.
Willow bucked her hips, instinctively pushing herself into Tara’s hand, begging for more contact.
Instead of said contact coming from Tara’s hand, though, Willow was surprised to feel Tara’s mouth reach her hot centre, leaving a firm kiss by her swollen clit.
The redhead heard the words
“You’re my everything. I love you”
And then all sound shut out as her senses were overflowed with the feeling of Tara’s tongue sweeping through her wetness, gathering all of her sweet arousal.
Tara could hear in Willow’s moans and whimpers that it would not take long for her to reach the edge this time, and focused all of her attention on conveying all of her love into this one action.
Her tongue moved in quick strokes until it reached Willow’s clit, and then she was teasing it, experimentally licking, sucking and flicking the centre, until all she could hear was Willow’s panting breaths.
Her hand still cupping Willow’s mound, she slowly turned it so that two fingers rested on the opening of Willow’s centre, and then plunged inside.
Slowly, she began to thrust her fingers into the warmth, and Willow began to meet each thrust with her hips.
Willow was thrashing her head from side to side; the simultaneous feeling of her clit being flicked and sucked, combined with the steadily increasing speed of the thrusts inside of her, threatening to tip her over the edge.
Between moans, she managed to say
“I love you, Tar,” in a deep and throaty voice.
Tara returned her affections by taking her clit completely into her mouth and sucking it.
Willow felt her orgasm get closer and closer until…she was there, and she felt the explosion throughout the whole of her body, from her toes to the tips of her fingers. She arched her back with a loud moan, and thrust her hips forward. Tara continued to tongue her centre until the aftershocks of her orgasm had died down, and then finally all energy left Willow, and she slumped back onto the bed.
A short while later, Tara woke with her arms circling Willow’s waist; her lover sleeping soundly. Puzzled as to what had woken her up, she listened intently for any noise.
Suddenly, the silence of the room was broken with a cry of
“Oh Faith, yeah, just like that!”
Willow immediately woke up and sat up straight in bed, her face a picture of horror.
“I did not just hear that!” she exclaimed, hoping that it had been some twisted dream.
The sound of muffled moans once again came through the wall, and Tara giggled softly. Willow laid back down and turned over to face her lover.
“Now I know how much noise she had to put up with from us, I have a newfound respect for Faith. But can I just say…ewwww!”
TBC
I am the feedback banana! I like feedback!
by FIRESIGN » Tue Aug 26, 2003 11:26 pm 
and maybe a 
,
Can't wait to see what you have in store for us next. Take care.
I 
them. Second, since my smileys make you 
an I 
It was so great. YAY for Buffy and Faith. 
Xander's reaction was 
and 
are great little matchmakers. 
more. Update soon, please? 
at: 8/30/03 11:29 am
so I dont need to tell u all the goss 
