Whilst working busily on many assignments (which are all finished & handed in now - Yay! only 2 exams left before I'm FREE!!!!!) I allowed myself some breaks & during these breaks I created the following story. At the moment this is a 1 part, stand-alone fic, but I have another idea or two for some more short stories, so they may be written & posted here eventually.
Oh, & for those waiting for an update to Right Decision - I'll start working on it soon & hopefully it'll be posted in the next few weeks.
Now, on with this story.....
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Title: Around the House
Author: Kindagay (aka Jeanne)
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: Yes please, it's good for the soul
Summary: Smut, need I say more? Oh, this is told from Tara's P.o.V
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except my trusty laptop & my imagination.
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She’s sat, unassuming, in an oversized grey sweater and thick white socks bunched down around her ankles, with a blanket half wrapped around her legs. She’s eating cookie-dough ice cream out of the tub and laughing heartily at the television.
I’ve been stood in the doorway for the longest time, just, watching her. The way her green eyes sparkle and her cute little nose will occasionally scrunch up as she laughs. How she licks every trace of ice cream off her spoon before plunging it back into the tub.
She’s watching a re-run of some old, black and white movie with Bing Crosby. I don’t know what the movie’s called, I don’t think she does either, but it’s making her laugh so it’s all good.
“Mind if I join you?” I enquire softly as I slowly walk towards her.
She turns her head and flashes me the most heart-stoppingly beautiful smile. She lifts the edge of the blanket and gestures for me to join her. As I snuggle close to her petite body I notice a tiny spot of melting ice-cream on her chin and can’t suppress a light chuckle.
“What?” Her ever-inquisitive green eyes squint slightly, questioningly, as the tiniest frown creases her brow.
Without a word I remove the ice-cream tub from her lap and place it down on the table. She watches me curiously, her gaze following my every move.
As our eyes meet I cup her cheeks gently in my hands and slowly lean towards her. Her eyes flutter closed as her lips part slightly, invitingly, expectantly. I take a moment to savour and wonder at her simple, elegant beauty.
I reach out my tongue and slowly lick at the drop of wayward ice-cream, my lips joining my tongue a fraction of a second later to brush lightly over her soft skin. The tip of my tongue continues delicately upwards towards her waiting mouth, and I teasingly lick and nibble at her sweet, cookie-dough flavoured lips. As a soft moan escapes from deep in her throat I run my tongue past her lips and into the familiar warm wetness of her mouth.
We lean backwards together until our bodies are in full contact, hers beneath mine with only our clothes between us.
We break from the kiss for some much needed oxygen and she begins idly stroking her fingers over the back of my neck. There’s a glint in her eyes, she knows that stroking my neck drives me crazy.
“You know?” She enquires, her voice mischievously serious. “We haven’t made love on this couch since it was delivered.”
“What? But, that was a whole, three days ago.” I playfully feign shock, giggling as her touch turns from gentle stroking into light tickling.
“I propose that we remedy this sad state of affairs immediately. This couch needs to see some hot girl-on-girl action. Right. Now.” Her voice has adopted that sexy lilt that sends shivers down my spine and her eyes have darkened to a familiar, lust-filled shade of green.
She tugs gently at my hair as she pulls my head down towards her, our mouths crashing hungrily, passionately; our bodies already calling out desperately for one another.
My hands make their way beneath her top and her smooth stomach quivers beneath my finger-tips. I reach her, thankfully braless breasts and cover the small mounds with my hands; her nipples harden instantly beneath my touch.
I love how her breasts fit right into the palms of my hands, as if they were made specifically to be stroked, and squeezed, and kneaded, and fondled by my hands and finger-tips.
She’s moaning as I massage her breasts, arching her back to push herself further into my embrace.
I gently rub the pad of my thumbs over her pebbled nipples, then slowly take the sensitive nubs between my forefingers and thumbs and squeeze them sharply, which elicits the most delightful gasp of pleasure from my writhing redhead.
“Off.” I command huskily, my eyes indicating her sweater.
In less than a second the cloth barrier is tossed to the floor, joining the blanket which had slipped away, unnoticed, at some point in the proceedings.
My love’s torso is now gloriously naked beneath me, for my eyes and hands and mouth to feast on to my, and her, heart’s content.
I slowly descend on her hard, rose-bud nipple, my cool breath teasing and exciting the nub before I wrap her breast in the warmth of my mouth. I run the tip of my tongue around her nipple, making sure not to touch the achingly taut peak, causing her lithe body to writhe desperately below me.
“Please.” She begs, her voice is little more than a whisper and laden with need.
“What do you want sweetie?” I look up and flash her ‘that sexy vixeny smile’ as she likes to call it and her eyes sparkle in response.
“You’re teasing.” Oh my, now she’s pouting, I can’t ever resist a Willow-pout.
I capture her protruding lower lip between my teeth and suckle on it gently, tasting and teasing it with the tip of my tongue.
I kiss a gentle path along her jaw-line, towards her ear.
“Tell me what you want Willow?” I whisper huskily then start to nibble at her ear-lobe.
“I want you.”
“You have me.”
“Please Tara.”
“You have to be more specific sweetie.” I move my mouth away from her ear and start to suckle at her pulse point whilst my fingers softly stroke the delicate skin just below her breasts.
“Please. Nipples… hard… yours… taste baby, please.” She’s squirming beneath me now, her breathing heavy, her pleas little more than gasps.
I kiss a slow, torturous trail of butterfly kisses down her neck and chest, stopping at intervals to nibble at her soft, sweet skin. My tongue raises a path of goose-bumps between and around the underside of her breasts.
I hear a low, impatient whimper emanate from somewhere deep in her chest, and I decide it’s probably best to quit the teasing.
Within seconds I have her right nipple trapped between my teeth and I’m sucking and biting relentlessly as her moans of pleasure ring in my ears.
I slide my leg between hers and slowly press my thigh against her hot, cotton-encased centre.
“Oh god.” She cries breathlessly, her head thrown back in delight, her fingers fumbling impatiently with the fastenings of my jeans.
I run a single finger down the centre of her stomach and along the waistband of her extremely small, pale blue, hipster shorts. I ease her shorts down, millimetre by torturous millimetre and she raises her hips in assistance as I slide the soft material over her ass and down her silky smooth legs.
Since she’d been having so much trouble with my jeans, I unbutton them and drop them to the floor then I position myself between her legs.
She looks so beautiful, and sexy, and delicious; her most intimate, private treasure open and vulnerable and all mine.
My cool breath raises a path of tiny goose bumps along the insides of her thighs as I lean closer and closer to her damp, hot centre and I lick my lips in anticipation as the scent of her arousal tantalizes my senses.
I press my tongue against her molten core and a deep, guttural moan vibrates through her entire body.
I intersperse soft kisses to her swollen labia and long, thirsty licks of her sweet juices as her body thrashes and trembles under my mouth’s ministrations.
She tastes wonderful, my own personal fount of heaven’s most divine elixir, I could revel in her for hours on end.
I wrap my mouth gently around her sensitive bundle of nerves and begin to suckle fervently. As she begins to lose control I slide two fingers inside her tight, warm tunnel and curl them up towards her sweet spot. I’m quickly rewarded as her muscles clamp around my fingers and her sweet, hot lava explodes over my hand.
As she slowly recovers from the aftershock of her orgasm I gently remove my fingers, lick them clean and wrap my arms lovingly around my sweetheart.
“Mmmm.” She croons contentedly, a lazy, satisfied smile dancing across her face.
“You are so beautiful.” I absently run my fingers over her sweetly smiling lips and she reaches out her tongue to draw the digits into her mouth.
She nibbles and licks at my finger-tips playfully, giggling softly as she runs her tongue along the length of my middle finger.
“Honey?” I somehow manage to croak out as she manages, as she always does, to make warm tingles spread through my entire body.
“Yes darling?” She’s placing little kisses to the palm of my hand now.
“Uhm, maybe we should, take this upstairs? Our bed hasn’t seen any girl-on-girl action since this morning.”
“I like the way you think Miss Maclay.”
And we clumsily, hastily, stumble up the stairs to our bedroom and stay there until we decide that our kitchen counter needs to see some girl-on-girl action…
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Now, that was a lot more fun than the essays I was typing
Hugs
Jeanne
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Tara: “Let me guess – you want me to lie on your lap while you feed me grapes, but my sweet, shy, precious, honey you’ve been too shy to ask – yes?” - GROWW by WannaFriendsBe
"All we need is some ice cream & a hug." - Bowling4Soup
My very own Willow & Tara website
at: 4/24/05 10:08 am
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I can't believe that I waited so long to read this little bit of smut... I am ashamed.. 
but in my defense, I haven't had a lot of time for the reading of smut, lately... or....the reading of anything really... 
that was very, very nice 
and all with the 
... god i love the smut!
Personally I enjoy writing Tara's POV & find it easier to write than Willow's POV, although, it is lots of fun to write Willow's rambly thoughts 
I just wanted to say a couple more thank you's