TITLE: WillowhandAUTHOR: sapphocrazygirl
RATING: NC-17. Smut smut smut.DISCLAIMER: Not mine, blah blah blah.
SPOILERS: Season 5 up until “Out of My Mind.” Usually I would spend my first installment with background, but I’m just jumping in here. If you don’t know what the “Willowhand” scene is, find out cause it’s damn cute.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Haven’t been able to write…then a Muse
visited me early this morning…suddenly I am overwhelmed with ideas. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“You’re really good. I’ll prove it. Here, do me.” Willow held her hands out, palms up, a sweet smile on her face.
Tara paused. So many things jumbled through her mind – Willow, smiles, kisses – then her father, and her family, and the curse. She tried not to let her sudden fear show on her face. Instead she focused on Willow, and a gentle calm flowed through her. She sat down, took one of Willow’s palms.
“Hm.”
“What do you see?”
“Willowhand…” Tara looked up and gave her a secret smile.
Heat coursed through Willow’s veins. That smile lifted her off her feet; it made her skin tingle and blood rush towards her center. She had a very good idea of what Willowhand would be doing in the future…
She imagined Willowhand grasping Tara’s as she led her up the stairs of Tara’s dorm. As Tara fiddled with the lock, Willow’s fingers grazed over the back of her lover’s neck, gently massaging her just below the hairline. Willow’s other hand rested just above Tara’s elbow, her thumb underneath the flimsy fabric, stroking Tara’s upper arm in sensual circles, keeping a rhythm with the hand at Tara’s neck.
Tara kept turning the key, fussing with the doorknob. Willow’s touch was driving her crazy, she couldn’t focus, all her brain power was processing the amazing tingles emanating from where skin met skin…
The door finally unlocked. Tara led Willow inside, gently closed the door and relocked it, then turned to her lover.
She was immediately pinned to the closed door by Willow’s body, breast to breast, hip to hip. Mouth to mouth. Willow’s lips cupped Tara’s in the sure, passionate way that one Willowhand now cupped Tara’s hip, grinding Tara into Willow’s thigh. Not to be outdone, Tara wrapped one arm around Willow’s head and another around her back, pulling her redheaded lover tighter into her.
Kiss… “Mm,” murmured Tara as their lips broke and met again. Kiss. “Too…” Kiss. Kiss. “Many…” Kiss.
“Goddamn clothes,” finished Willow, her voice husky. Just the sound of her voice sent Tara over the edge, sent a trembling wetness in between her thighs…
She pushed Willow back, keeping her wrapped tight against her as they stumbled towards the bed, Willow walking backwards and Tara blind to anything but the pleasure of their bodies so close together. They tripped over each other, stepping on toes, as Willow slid out of her sandals and Tara kicked aside her boots. She dropped one hand to pull off her socks, one at a time, never leaving Willow’s arms or her lips.
When they bumped into the bed, Willow was so startled that she broke the kiss and sat down. She looked up at Tara, then lifted her lover’s shirt and kissed her stomach. At first they were light, quick, feathery kisses. But then she pulled Tara more fiercely into her and began delivering loud, openmouthed kisses to the milky white skin.
Tara ran her hands down Willow’s shoulders as she tilted her head back, breathing hard. She slipped off her silky green shawl, the smooth and cool fabric contrasting with the intense, hot kisses on her stomach. The combined senses made her moan quietly.
One of Willow’s hands firmly gripped Tara’s succulent ass, clutching at her girlfriend in ecstasy. The other hand struggled with the buttons of her striped cardigan sweater, her fingers trembling and sweaty as she tried unsuccessfully to unbutton with only one hand.
Tara groaned, and Willow scooted backwards on the bed, pulling Tara with her. Tara knelt, her skirt bunched around her knees, while Willow reached up to kiss her, again and again. As she sucked on Tara’s bottom lip, Tara reached underneath her lover, unbuttoned her sweater the rest of the way, and slid it down Willow’s back. Underneath, Willow was wearing a white T shirt, partially soaked with sweat.
Willow pulled Tara down onto the bed, covering her lover’s body with hers. She kissed Tara’s sweet lips again and again as she struggled to undo both her own jeans and Tara’s skirt. Tara pulled at the hem of Willow’s shirt as she arched her back, pushing her body upwards. She felt Willow’s hands grasp frantically at the skirt, desperately trying to find the zipper. In spite of her own desire, she giggled.
Willow looked at her, a slight crease appearing between her eyebrows.
Tara laughed out loud, unzipped her skirt and Willow’s jeans with ease. After some simple sliding on Tara’s part and frenzied kicking on Willow’s, the girls lay together, dressed only in bras and underwear.
Willow, embarrassed by her clumsiness, looked up anxiously at Tara. The deep blue eyes smiled, and Tara’s fluttering fingers stroked a flyaway piece of Willow’s hair. Tara slowly leaned in and kissed Willow, softly, but with such contained fervor that Willow clung to her, followed her slowly until Tara was lying completely flat while Willow slipped a thigh between her legs.
Willow’s eyes roamed hungrily over Tara’s face, her body sparkling with sweat. When Willow had come to Tara’s room with the candle, they had lain together quietly, gently touching each other, softly kissing and stroking as they made love. Now Willow wanted to ravish Tara, wanted to make her burst with passion and pleasure.
Tara’s eyes were deeply dilated. She couldn’t take her gaze off Willow, couldn’t stop the desire that seemed to be seeping from her pores. The look in Willow’s eyes was unmistakable - she wanted Tara, and badly. Tara’s eyes matched hers.
She raised her hips, grinding herself into Willow’s bare thigh, and slid her own knee between Willow’s legs. For a long time the girls simply lay there, digging deeper into each other, developing a rhythm that made them both groan with joy. Willow’s hands pressed into the sheets, supporting her weight, while Tara clutched at the redhead’s back.
“God, Willow, yes…”
~~to be continued….~~
Tara: what about saph's evil scheme?
Willow: i'm kinda busy workin on my own...
Tara: mmm...feedback's...good...
"I got my axe, I got my honey...I'd say all I need is a quiet room and some body lotion and I've got me a party!"
- Faith, in Torturing Touch