here is the next part.
Be gentle on me.. this is my first attempt ever at writing a W/T love scene. I hope it doesn't suck.
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Later that night, after the Scoobies had disbanded agreeing to meet the next day to start researching, Tara and Willow once again sat alone in the safety of their bedroom at home.
“I don’t know whether to be grateful or cry”, Tara said softly as she brushed out her hair in front of the vanity. “I mean, yay good that Em’s not the slayer but now we’re faced with an even worse uncertainty.”
“I know what you mean”, Willow replied from the bed where she was reclined. “At least when we thought she was the slayer, we knew what that meant. We could prepare ourselves and her. But now…”
“Now we’re only left with more questions”, Tara finished, picking up where her lover had trailed off.
An uneasy silence filled the room for a moment before the blonde spoke again. “How are you feeling?”, she asked Willow carefully.
“Okay”, the redhead answered. “A little woozy. But I can’t tell if that’s from everything going on with Emily or from… the other thing.”
“Will, I know you’re scared”, Tara said, rising and moving to sit on the edge of the bed, taking her wife’s hand in her own. “But we have to talk about this. We don’t know where… I mean, you could be in real danger.”
“I don’t think so”, Willow answered thoughtfully. “I mean, I’ve been thinking about it a lot and I keep going back to that night.”
“What night?”
“Buffy’s birthday party”, Willow reminded her, “Two months ago.”
“I don’t understand”, Tara said plainly, her confusion written on her face.
“I think we made it”, the hacker tried to clarify, “I think we made this baby… that night.”
“I remember”, the blonde said, a smiling forming on her lips as she thought back. “But, darling, despite the fact that we were under the thrall of very powerful forces, we still didn’t cast that night. I’m sure you remember how involved a spell it was to create Emily. Weeks of preparation, not to mention the incantation itself requiring total focus and concentration. Neither of which we had that night.” Tara noted the concern on Willow’s face. “Not that it wasn’t amazing”, she added with a grin.
Willow smiled in return. “But, didn’t you feel it?”, she questioned. “That night. Didn’t you feel it? Something passed through us. From you to me. It was intense. It was the most connected and intimate moment I have ever experienced. Even compared to making Emily.” Willow caressed her own belly absentmindedly. Tara placed her hand on top of her lover’s and held it there.
“I think so”, the blonde said, as they both thought back to the night in question.
*****
“Open mine next! Open mine”, Emily squealed as she ran over to the slayer, dropping a small pink and blue wrapped box on her lap.
“I guess I’m opening Emily’s next”, Buffy chuckled as she picked up the small gift and examined it.
“She’s been dying all week to give that to you”, Tara said serenely from her place on the couch reclined in Willow’s arms.
“She picked it out herself”, Willow added proudly, kissing Tara lightly on the nose as the blonde turned her head to look up at her, smiling.
“I’m sure it’s perfect”, Buffy grinned, mussing Emily’s hair, “Thank you, munchkin.”
“Aren’t you going to open it”, Emily said, her lips forming into a small pout.
“Absolutely”, the slayer said, tearing into the wrapping paper and pulling out, “Tweezers.” Buffy announced, holding them at eye-level, her expression perplexed.
“For when you get splinters from the pointy sticks at work”, Emily explained, incredibly proud of herself. “You can get them out now.”
“Thank you, sweetie”, Buffy beamed, pulling the little girl in for a tight hug, “they’re wonderful.”
“Godmommy, I can’t breathe”, Emily grunted.
“Oh, sorry”, the slayer said, quickly releasing her. “Sometimes I forget my own strength.”
“Sometimes?” Willow questioned dryly from the couch.
“Hey now…” Buffy admonished.
Xander entered from the kitchen with a fresh bowl of potato chips. “So, Buff, any news on the new goat boy in town?”
“Xander, it’s Buffy’s birthday, I doubt she wants to think about how she’s shirking her duties and leaving us all in danger so that she can selfishly celebrate her own birth”, said Anya, busily bouncing Joseph on her knee.
“You know, if you hadn’t said all of that in baby-talk, I might just have been upset with you”, Buffy stated.
“Yeah, Ahn”, said Willow, “Buffy’s dealt with Kakistos type vamps before. She’ll stake him before he starts causing any real trouble.”
“Yeah”, Xander agreed, “And for whose benefit are you using the baby talk for anyway? Certainly not Joseph.”
“I don’t know”, Anya replied, a little blustered, “It’s an autonomic response to having small children present. Especially my own. I can’t help myself. Someone please stop me.”
“I think it’s cute”, offered Tara. “Anya, you’ll get used to your maternal nature eventually.”
“I’m sure by the time you’re bouncing Joe’s kids on your knee, you’ll have adapted just fine”, Willow teased, only to receive a warning slap on her thigh from Tara. “What?” Tara only gave her a reproving glare. Willow shrugged, “Sorry.”
Buffy made a deft attempt at changing the subject. “Hey, is anybody else getting a little warm? It seems kind of hot in here.”
“Now that you mention it”, said Xander, sitting on the floor next to his wife, “Degree, I think my body heat just turned it on.”
“We could open a window”, Willow offered. “Save on the electricity.”
“That sounds like a good idea”, Anya graciously concurred, “this shirt I’m wearing is polyester and you know how odors seem to cling.”
“I’ll just get the windows”, said Buffy, moving to do so. She crawled onto the unoccupied end of the couch and leaned over the windowsill, undoing the latch and lifting the lower frame open, letting the cool evening breeze drift in.
“That feels nice”, said Tara, shifting a little in Willow’s arms. The movement of her wife’s body against her own caused deliciously sensual feelings to suddenly spark to life inside the redhead. She purred delightfully into Tara’s ear.
“I don’t know”, Willow whispered teasingly to Tara, “I suddenly feel a whole lot hotter.”
“Vixen”, Tara softly replied, her lips forming a half-smile on her face.
“Xander!” Anya barked reproachfully at her husband, as she set Joseph down and signed, ‘Go play’.
“What?” Xander jumped as his son went over to Emily, who took Joseph’s hand to go upstairs.
“Mama, is it okay if Joseph and I go to my old room to play Candyland?” She asked.
“What?” Willow responded distractedly as Tara was discreetly massaging her inner thighs. “Oh… yeah… um sure. Don’t… um… let him get the… small pieces.”
“Okay”, her little girl replied. Quickly signing, ‘Come on’ she pulled Joe up the stairs.
“What?” Xander asked again.
“As if you don’t know”, Anya sniped.
Buffy turned around to see what the trouble was, and quickly turned away. “Uh, Xander, you want a pillow or something to…uh… cover…”
“Wha?” he began again, confused until he looked down between his legs. “OH!” He bent over trying to disguise his predicament. “Um…”
“That is only supposed to happen for me”, Anya berated him, “But it’s clear that this is a reaction to
them!” She indicated the two women snuggling even closer together on the couch.
So close the even Buffy looked a little uncomfortable, “Uh, guys, don’t you think you two are being a little too…uh… demonstrative?”
“Us?” Questioned Willow, “What about those two?” She pointed back at Xander and Anya who were now engaged in a full on make-out session.
“Whoa!” The slayer cried out in an attempt to pull everyone to a halt. It didn’t work. “Hey! Is there a sign on my front door that says ‘Buffy’s House of Love’?” she asked exasperated, and a little frustrated. Although not with being unable to stop her friends strange behavior, but more because she didn’t have anyone to be “strange” with herself. She turned and stared out the window in a huff. “And who are the gorgeous hunks standing out on my front lawn wearing incredibly inappropriate yet sexy black leather pants?”
Anya looked up from her face-sucking competition with Xander long enough to see what the slayer was talking about. “Oh, that explains the sudden need to copulate”, she said matter-of-factly, “Greco Lust Demons. You might want to shut the window.”
“Can they get inside”, Buffy asked, and from her tone you wouldn’t have thought she’d have minded if they did.
“No”, the ex-demon answered, “It just stops them from being able to bombard us with their over-active musk glands.” Buffy instantly slammed the window shut. “Of course, it’s probably too late for us, we’ve already been given a pretty powerful dosage.”
“So”, Willow started, trying to speak despite Tara’s hand’s wonderfully torturous explorations. “So… what does that mean? Are we in danger?”
“It depends on… Xander, a little to the left… on who hired them and what they hired them for… okay, now a little to the right”, Anya illuminated, while giving her husband instructions.
Buffy was becoming more and more repressed by the moment. She needed some sort of outlet. “What’s the difference?”
“Well, if they’re just a distraction… we should be fine… they’ll hang around and keep us occupied until whoever hired them is done with whatever they’re doing.”
“And if their not a distraction”, the slayer pressed.
“Then they’ll stay out there hitting us with ‘lust bombs’ until it drives us into an orgiastic frenzy and we all drop dead from exhaustion.”
“But what a way to go”, Xander mumbled against Anya’s breasts.
“Those sexy bastards”, Buffy bit out, “I’m gonna go out there and kick their tight little hineys.”
“Well, too bad that’s all you can do”, Anya said wistfully.
“Why is that?” asked Tara breathlessly as Willow’s hands made a move under her shirt.
“They don’t have sex organs”, she explained, “just musk glands.”
This enraged the slayer no end. She yanked her jacket from off the hall table and barreled outside, slamming the door behind her as she ran at the demons yelling some sort of battle cry.
“What did she say?” Asked Xander, as he started to pull Anya closer.
“Something tease”, Tara answered, gasping as Willow nibbled on her neck.
“Uh… honey?” Willow said, swallowing to wet her dry throat.
“Yes?” Tara moaned.
“Room?”
“Oh, yes”, Tara agreed, her voice dropping to an even more seductive note.
Both girls rose from their positions simultaneously with Willow quickly taking Tara’s hand and pulling her up the stairs.
Before they could reach their old room at the end of the hall, Tara stopped them.
“Baby?” Willow asked, concern filling her voice.
“We should check on the kids”, Tara explained, slightly breathless from her arousal. “Make sure they aren’t being affected.”
“Um, baby, what could they possibly do?” Willow queried, “Emily is seven and Joseph is three.”
“He’s Xander’s son”, Tara stated.
“Good point”, the redhead agreed. They opened the door to what had been Emily’s old room, and Dawn’s before that. They found the two children playing with several board games at once. “Hey, Emily”, Willow said, “What are you doing?”
“We invented a new game”, Emily gleefully explained, “Hi-ho Candy-Ladders.”
Joseph nodded his head excitedly and made several rapid gestures with his hands.
“Sorry, Joey, didn’t catch that”, Tara said, too flushed to focus.
“He said we can teach you”, their daughter clarified.
“Oh”, Willow replied, “Emily, um, please tell Joseph that your mommy and I are very busy right now, but we’d love to learn sometime.”
“Okay, Mama”, Emily agreed, before turning and translating to Joseph. The boy’s shoulders slumped slightly in defeat.
“We’re going to be working in our old room with the door shut”, Tara explained, “Please don’t bother us unless it’s an emergency.”
“And knock first even if it is”, Willow added quickly.
“Yes”, Tara concurred, before remembering, “Oh! And don’t go downstairs. Stay in here.”
“Yes, Mommy”, she answered, her face showing a picture of confused compliance as her parents disappeared behind the other side of the door, shutting it tightly. She turned and looked at Joseph, who appeared equally perplexed and shrugging she signed, ‘Parents.’ The little boy rolled his eyes and nodded his head in vehement agreement.
Willow and Tara stumbled into their former room grasping at one another in an attempt to stay as close as possible. Willow kicked the door shut with the back of her foot, only to find herself slammed up against the smooth wood by her wife who instantly took Willow’s mouth into her own with a deep and impassioned kiss. The redhead tugged desperately at the buttons of Tara’s blouse fumbling to get them undone.
“Just tear it open”, Tara moaned into the kiss.
“I’ll ruin your shirt”, Willow gasped.
“I’ll get another one”, Tara replied in breathless anticipation, bringing her thigh between Willow’s legs and pressing up.
Willow didn’t need any more invitation, she ripped open the front of her lover’s blouse, sending the plastic buttons flying everywhere as she pushed the material off Tara’s shoulders and down her back. Tara dropped her arms to the sides to let the shirt fall the rest of the way off, before bringing her hands back to Willow’s waist and deftly undoing the button and zipper of her jeans in one motion, slipping her hand inside as she hungrily kissed her way down Willow’s neck and to her collarbone.
“Oh, baby”, Willow panted as she felt Tara press her fingers up against her soaked panties, teasing her center through the fabric. She raked her fingernails up Tara’s back, stopping to undo the clasp of her wife’s bra and pulling the straps down the blonde’s shoulders, freeing the creamy mounds that had been held captive.
“I want you on the bed”, Tara growled, withdrawing her hand from Willow’s pants and yanking the girl’s shirt up over her head and tossing it aside with her own bra. She smiled as two pert and rosy nipples looked back at her. “No bra?”
“I kinda had made plans to ravage you later”, Willow explained through excited breaths, “You know, after the party. Thought I’d create as few obstacles toward nakedness as possible.” She smiled her cute little Willow grin as a bead of sweat ran down off her forehead. Tara licked it away and the redhead shuddered in pleasure grabbing the waistband of Tara’s skirt and forcing it down and off along with Tara’s underwear.
Tara leaned in and captured Willow’s mouth in another kiss, teasing the other woman’s lips apart with her tongue, they drank in each other’s essence. Willow dug her nails into Tara’s ass, pulling her hips closer even as Tara hooked her thumbs into the sides of Willow’s jeans and panties, sliding them down until the two of them stood naked against each other, a puddle of clothes at their feet.
Willow broke away from the kiss to lick and suck at the blonde’s neck. “You said something about the bed?” She mumbled against her wife’s sweet tasting skin, now glowing with a light sheen of sweat.
“Yes”, Tara drawled out, walking backwards toward the bed and taking Willow with her, the redhead still tasting her neck. Using her bodyweight as a balance, she swung Willow around and onto the bed, landing beside her and instantly replacing her thigh between her partner’s legs, pressing firmly into the damp red curls.
Willow threw her head back in pleasure at the contact, arching her breasts against Tara’s. “God, I love you”, she breathed, wrapping her legs around Tara’s thigh and squeezing.
“Mmmm”, Tara moaned, “I love you, too.” She brought one of her hands up to massage Willow’s breasts as her lover dipped her head down and began to suckle at Tara’s own.
Tara slowly began to introduce a gentle rocking motion with her hips. Willow quickly responded. It was a dance they both knew quite well.
“Slow”, Willow sighed, keeping their movements controlled. “Keep it slow”, she continued, “I want to savor you. All of you.”
“I don’t think I will ever be able to get enough of you”, Tara groaned, nipping at Willow’s ear lobe. “You taste so good.”
“Not as good as you”, the redhead answered as she moved to another breast, taking the nipple between her teeth and biting gently.
“Willow…” Tara whispered through an intake of breath, then moaned a deep note causing Willow to shiver in pleasure. Tara drew her wife up into another incredibly passionate kiss, their tongues dueling and pressing against one another as their heads shifted from side in an effort to taste more, drink deeper.
The rocking of their hips continued as Tara shifted Willow onto her back, bringing her leg over to straddle her lover’s hip, she rhythmically began to grind down, pushing their centers together sending bolts of white hot electricity radiating through both of their bodies. Willow grasped Tara’s hips firmly as the blonde sat up and arched her back, her breasts straining outwards into the air. The redhead was completely mesmerized by her lover’s goddess like beauty as she pressed and moved against her core.
Willow brought her hips up to match her wife’s movements, her hands still holding Tara’s waist, anchoring her there. The redhead could only watch, captivated, as the blonde brought her head out of her arch and back up onto her shoulders, long tendrils of golden locks falling down about her shoulders and teasing her breasts as she looked down into Willow’s dark emerald eyes, her own having turned a deep sea blue, and staring deep enough, was able to catch a glimpse of her lover’s soul, holding it there.
Willow held Tara’s gaze, letting her soul mate keep her there as their hips bucked against one another bringing them, with that mere contact alone, to the brink of release. Tara moved to slide her fingers down into Willow’s folds, but the hacker stopped her, grabbing her hand. “No”, she said, their eyes still locked, “I want it like this.” She thrust her hips up a little more insistently. “Just like this.” Tara nodded and increased their pace with Willow moving to match her.
Willow released her lover’s fingers and used her now free hand to pull Tara down against her, never stopping their grinding motions, which had now become a little more frantic. Tara met Willow’s mouth again in yet another searing kiss, the redhead closing her eyes in satisfying response, as she dug her nails into Tara’s back, pulling her closer. A strange and wonderful electrical storm began to take shape and form between the blonde’s legs, building in her center, seeming to pull from every part of her being.
“Oh Goddess, Will”, Tara gasped at the powerful sensation, pulling out of the kiss and looking down at her love’s closed eyes. “Open your eyes…Will… look at me… I need to see your eyes.” Willow opened her beautiful green eyes and gazed into her wife’s blue pools.
Willow exhaled in wonder as she returned Tara’s intense gaze. “Your soul”, she breathed, “I can see your soul. I can feel it.”
“And I yours”, Tara returned her voice deep and airy.
With one last thrust of her hips downward, Tara sent the storm of electricity out from her center and into her lover’s body, the intensity of the orgasm causing Willow to arch her back hard up into Tara, her eyes nearly rolling back into her head. “Tara!” She cried out as she fell back. At that moment, Tara came again, hard, crying out Willow’s name as she collapsed on top of her wife, entirely spent.
“Willow”, she managed to whisper, brushing a few soft red hairs out of her lover’s face. “Are you okay?”
“I can feel you… inside me”, Willow whispered back, before slipping into an unconsciousness that Tara soon followed.
The next day they had awoken wrapped in each other’s arms on the bed. After getting up and checking on the children, who they found curled up asleep on opposite ends of Dawn’s bed, they went downstairs to see Anya and Xander asleep on the couch, covered only by a large afghan. They made their way into the kitchen where they found Buffy who told them that she had successfully destroyed the lust demons as well as “goat boy” who had hired the demons not only to distract the slayer and her pals, but also to lure “ten ‘ripe’ virgins” to his lair where he had planned on devouring them in a ritual that would have made him indestructible. In other words, the Gem of Amara, without the gem.
When asked to explain what she meant by ripe virgins, Buffy answered, “Horny teenage girls.” The two women only nodded in response. But the events of the night before lingered in their minds.
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“Well”, Tara concluded after she and Willow had finished their walk down memory lane, “I think you’re right, Will. I think this baby is ours.” She paused as she watched the redhead relax some. “But it still doesn’t totally explain how or even why. And right now, the first thing we have to do is find out what is going on with Emily.”
Willow nodded silently before saying, “We’ll figure it out. We’ll figure everything out.”
Tara drew her lover into a gentle embrace, prior to drawing back and kissing her deeply.
Outside, unbeknownst to the two women, a mysterious cloaked figure gazed at their small house from afar.
“Don’t you realize”, the stranger spoke to the air, “That the two things are linked? Ah, well… soon enough.”
*****
TBC...
edited to fix several grammatical errors and change a couple of phrases I wasn't happy with. Cheers
Edited by: DarkWiccan at: 6/4/02 5:05:20 pm
by KathleenWolf » Mon Jun 03, 2002 11:19 am 
wow!
Thanks
Thanks so much for your kind thoughts.
Whahaha!!! 
More soon?
