Wow. I can't believe it's over! Here is Chapter 3 of the mini-trilogy, followed by the Epilogue. Yep, you heard it here... this is the final installment of Into the Woods. I know, I could have just kept going, but... better to go out while it's still at least semi-amusing, right? Oh, and BTW, "Asshole" is a drinking game I used to play in college. Kind of hard to explain, but basically the "asshole" has to drink. A lot. Oh, and as for the ten-foot tall screeching bird from early on in the story... I'll leave that one to your imagination.
Anyway, I just wanted to thank you all for your wonderful comments throughout this little adventure. You've all been great, and your replies have been very much appreciated! And if you'll excuse the self-promotion, I hope you'll all read my new story, The Truth of Deception. It's going to be long, angsty, but hopefully extremely emotionally satisfying.
And with that... onto the finale!
-BB
Title: Into the Woods - Part 14 (aka Return of the Wiccan Sex Machine) and Epilogue
Author: blameburner
Feedback: Sure… Always a plus
Summary: While the men are away, the ladies will play. Anya, Buffy, Willow and Tara head into the woods for a little female bonding. Hijinks and wackiness are sure to follow.
Spoiler Warning: None - it's AU, I guess. It's set in the present - but no big bads, no S6 nastiness. Anya and Xander are together, Giles never left, Buffy never died, Dawn still exists, Spike helps out the Scoobies cuz he gets paid, and Willow and Tara never broke up since Willow was never addicted to magic. Pretty much think "Everyone's happy, together, and their usual amusing selves."
Disclaimer: Not my characters, but oh how I wish they were! Joss, blah blah, ME, blah blah.
Rating: NC-17, just to be safe, cuz... well... if you read my other story, you know why.
Pairings: W/T… duh. Also B and A. But not B/A cuz, well, Buffy and Anya? That would just be scary - they'd kill each other!
Angst: Huh? What angst?
The two lovers eyed each other through amazingly clear eyes and grinned. Willow nodded and the two girls, as gently as it was possible to dump someone, dumped Anya onto the other sleeping bag. Tara quickly zipped up the tent and grabbed Willow's hand, dragging her over to the other tent.
"I can't believe we pulled it off!" Willow giggled as they dove into their own tent, before her giggles were stifled by Tara's hungry kiss.
Part 14Tara and Willow stood there, hands roaming, mouths moving together with intent. "It. Worked. It. Really. Worked," Tara said, punctuating each word with a kiss.
"Alone at last," Willow breathed before reclaiming Tara's lips.
"Goddess, I've missed you," Tara moaned, her mouth moving across Willow's jawline. She nuzzled Willow's neck, running one hand through fiery locks while holding Willow firmly at her waist.
"Oh, me too, baby. You have no idea," Willow answered, clutching at Tara's head.
Tara pulled back slightly, a bemused expression on her face. "I think I've got a pretty good idea, Willow. I think I've given the term 'sexually frustrated' a whole new meaning."
Willow laughed lightly. "Yeah. If you looked it up in the dictionary, our pictures would be there," she said. "The definition would read: 'see Willow and Tara.'"
Tara kissed Willow again, softly, with less urgency. After all, they had all night.
"Goddess, Willow, you feel so good," Tara said huskily before busying herself once again with kissing Willow's neck.
"Perfect," Willow agreed, her hands slipping down to Tara's waist.
"Totally perfect," Tara concurred in Willow's assessment. A gasp from Willow as Tara bit down gently on her earlobe expressed her confirmation of Tara's concurrence of Willow's assessment.
Even though Tara's lips were doing an excellent job of pushing all rational thought from Willow's mind, the redhead couldn't help but laugh again at the evening's events. "I still can't believe we pulled it off," she said, giggling.
Tara pulled back again, giving Willow something of a stern look. "Truth or Dare, Willow? I thought we were going to play 'Asshole'?"
Willow had the decency to look at least a little bit contrite. "We were," she said apologetically. "But then you got me going when you wouldn't let Anya share your little secret!"
"Willow!" Tara exclaimed. "You're really going to try and blame this on me?"
"I couldn't help it, baby!" Willow said defensively. "I had all these naughty thoughts of you running through my head - running naked, I might add. I had to know!"
Tara smirked, taking Willow's hand and leading her to the ground. Willow settled between Tara's legs, leaning her back into the blonde's chest while Tara wrapped her arms around her love. "So was it everything you hoped it would be?" Tara breathed into Willow's ear.
"No," Willow said with a pout. Tara couldn't see it, but she still knew it was there.
"Well... actually..." Tara started to say before she could stop herself.
"What?" Willow asked. "Tara, what?"
Tara sighed, unable to deny Willow the pleasure of knowing the truth. "Anya lied."
"What do you mean, 'she lied?'" Willow asked distractedly as Tara rubbed circles over her stomach.
"The whole cookies and pizza thing? That wasn't the secret," Tara said.
That got Willow's full attention. She leaned forward and turned back to face her girlfriend. "Alright, start spilling, missy. Or else."
"Or else what?" Tara asked with a raised eyebrow, while all the very hot, steamy, and pleasant "or else's" flashed through her very one track mind.
"Or else... uh..." Willow stumbled. "Or else I won't do naughty things to you with my tongue."
Okay, that was definitely not one of the hot, steamy, and pleasant "or else's" I was thinking of, Tara thought grimly.
"Last spring, Anya and I kind of made a bet," Tara said slowly.
"A bet? About what?" Willow was more than a little intrigued. And slightly disturbed. She couldn't imagine making a bet with Anya. Scary.
"Well... Anya said I was boring-"
"You are not!" Willow defended Tara by cutting her off.
"I know, sweetie. It's okay," Tara said while rubbing Willow's back soothingly.
It's just like her to defend me... even when the person she's defending me against isn't here. "Anyway, I said that I wasn't boring, and she said I was. We argued about it for a few minutes, and then she said, 'prove it.' So I did."
Willow quirked an eyebrow. "Tara... what did you do?"
Tara paused for a moment, and then said, "Anya bet me that I wouldn't, um... streak across the quad."
"Streak?" Willow said, her voice sounding very much like a prepubescent boy's. "As in naked streakage? As in you... running naked... across campus? All with the nakedly nakedness?"
"Um, yeah," Tara said, blushing.
"Where was I? How did I miss this?" she asked. She couldn't imagine having missed nekkid-Tara time.
"You had class," she laughed. Willow's reaction wasn't exactly what she had expected. She had thought Willow would get a bit, well, cranky, at the thought of Tara running naked across the quad. Instead, the redhead seemed to be jealous of the fact that she hadn't been there to see it!
"Well why didn't you come get me!?!" Willow asked incredulously.
"Naked, remember? Can you imagine if I had come waltzing into your classroom wearing nothing but my birthday suit?" Tara asked.
"Yeah..." Willow said dreamily.
"Willow!" Tara laughed. Her girlfriend really was incorrigible.
"Huh? Oh, sorry," Willow muttered. "Um... so you really streaked, huh?"
Tara nodded.
"Vixen," Willow said with a smirk, settling back against Tara's chest once again. "So, what did you get?"
"What?" Tara asked, somewhat distracted by the feel of Willow pressing firmly against her breasts.
"The bet. Anya bet you that you wouldn't streak across the quad, and you did. So what did you get in return?" she asked.
"Oh..." Tara said, blushing. "Um... You know that ice blue silk nightie you like?"
"You mean the one that you never wear for more than ten seconds because it makes me go gaga everytime you wear it and it's all I can do not to rip it off your hot body and ravish you on the spot?" Willow babbled slightly.
"Yep. That's the one," Tara answered. "Well, Anya took me shopping for it. Helped me pick it out."
"You mean... I have Anya to thank for that?" Willow asked, her voice squeaking at both the vision of Tara in that nightie that was playing in her mind, and the fact that Anya had seen it. Hell, Anya had helped pick it out!
"And the edible panties," Tara added.
"Oh, boy," Willow mumbled.
"And the leather," Tara threw in.
"The corset?" Willow asked, her voice still unnaturally high.
"Yeah," Tara answered. "The chaps, too."
"Oh. My. God." Willow was practically hyperventilating.
"Honey, are you okay?" Tara asked, a little concerned.
"Oh, wow. Uh, yeah. I was just thinking that I really, really, really should thank Anya..." Willow said, "if the thought of acknowledging the inadvertent effect she's had on our sex life wasn't just a bit too disturbing."
"Hey! I do believe you should be thanking me," Tara said, trying to move the focus off disturbing-Anya thoughts. "I am, after all, the one who wears that stuff!"
"Oh, yes," Willow said with a smile. "Yes, you wear the hell out of that stuff."
"Willow Rosenberg, you have such a dirty mind," Tara said jokingly.
"I admit it," Willow agreed, turning in Tara's arms. Tara sucked in a breath at the sudden change in the temperature in the tent. The heated look in Willow's eyes had just sent the temperature soaring. "But that's why you love me."
"No, Willow," Tara breathed. "That is one of the things I love about you, but it's not why I love you."
"It's not?" Willow asked quietly, her face inching closer to Tara's.
"No, it's not," Tara answered just as quietly. "There are so many reasons, Willow... and I'm going to spend the rest of my life showing you each and every one of them," she said just before their lips met.
It was passionate, yet sweet. Intense, yet gentle. Their mouths moved lightly, perfectly over each others, brushing softly again and again. Neither girl wanted to deepen the kiss just yet.
Tara had a fleeting thought that it almost felt like the very first time they had kissed. They should have been uncertain that night so long ago, their kiss should have been unsure because of the newness of it all. Yet that night, while their minds may not have been sure, their hearts were, and their lips had bypassed their brains and had spoken straight from the heart.
The kiss they were now sharing reminded Tara of that first kiss, not because they were uncertain of anything, but because no matter what else was going on in their lives, everything seemed right when they kissed. Every kiss they shared was special, yet this one seemed more so - once again, speaking straight from the heart.
Slowly Tara laid back down onto the sleeping bag, pulling Willow along with her. The mood shifted then, tenderness giving way to the passion that had been bottled up for what seemed like forever. Tara turned her head slightly, intent on deepening the kiss. Willow happily submitted to Tara's clear intent, opening her mouth to Tara.
Willow's hands roamed Tara's body, gliding smoothly over soft curves. Tara raised her knee slightly between Willow's thighs, planting the sole of her foot against the ground. Willow moaned, her body beginning to rock almost unconsciously. Tara's thigh pressed the seam of Willow's jeans into her core and she rubbed her body against Tara's leg. The blonde could feel Willow's hot, wet body pushing against her leg, and she groaned.
"Oh, baby," Willow moaned, bracing her hands on either side of Tara's head. Tara took the opportunity to slide her hands up to Willow's breasts, rubbing the pert mounds through the girl's T-shirt. Willow arched her back, simultaneously pressing herself harder against Tara's thigh.
Tara raised Willow's shirt, slipping her hands underneath and around to the redhead's back. Deftly she unclasped Willow's bra and then slid her hands back around to Willow's front. From underneath the now loose bra, she rubbed her palms over Willow's breasts. Willow moaned again, her head dropped down slightly. She absolutely loved when Tara did this - when she was on top, her bra loose but still on, Tara's hands rubbing her. The sensation of gravity pulling down slightly, Tara rubbing and squeezing freely even as her hands were trapped to Willow's flesh by the bra, was nearly more than Willow could handle. Almost.
Tara's lips trailed down Willow's neck to her collarbone, sampling all the skin in between. Suddenly, clothing was becoming an issue. A very bothersome issue.
"Off," Tara demanded. "Shirt. Now."
Willow leaned back on her knees, grasping her shirt and lifting it up above her head. Suddenly Tara sat up, reaching up to trap Willow's arms in the shirt, which was also covering her eyes.
"Tara..." Willow said uncertainly.
"Shh, darling," Tara said before taking Willow's nipple into her mouth. Willow gasped as Tara suckled greedily, first on one breast, then the other. Finally Tara released Willow's trapped arms and pulled the shirt and bra the remaining way over her head.
Willow kissed Tara hungrily, her already overheated libido going supernova. She pushed Tara back down to the sleeping bag, tearing at Tara's own T-shirt. Tara raised up slightly and the shirt was discarded, along with her bra. Willow descended on her breasts, flicking the nipples into even sharper points with her tongue.
Willow trailed her moth down between Tara's breasts and over her stomach. She dipped her tongue into Tara's navel while she unbuttoned Tara's jeans and peeled back the folds. She trailed kisses down the newly exposed skin, lightly nipping as she went.
Willow leaned back and pulled Tara's jeans and panties off in one swift move. Then she stood up and shucked her own jeans and panties before laying her body back down against Tara's. Willow cupped Tara's cheek and stroked it lightly. Tara covered Willow's hand with her own as the two women gazed deeply into each other's eyes. No words were necessary, but they were spoken anyway.
"I love you," Willow whispered.
"I love you, too," Tara whispered back.
Willow moved her hand from Tara's cheek and slipped it down between their bodies. She rubbed her fingers against Tara's outer lips, lightly grazing her clit. Tara did the same, following the redhead's lead.
They entered each other at the same time, both gasping at the contact. First one finger, then two, slipping in and out with long, languid strokes. There was no sound except for their labored breathing. The rest of the world might as well have not existed at all. Their pace increased, their movements mirror images of each other. They were completely in attuned as they stroked each other higher and higher.
"Wil..." Tara moaned as Willow's thumb grazed her clit, then rubbed it more forcefully.
"Tar..." Willow moaned back, "Baby... I'm gonna..."
Tara took her cue, pumping in and out harder, faster. Willow's hips moved of their own accord, meeting Tara thrust for thrust.
"Faster Willow... make me...." Tara groaned. Willow did as she was asked, moving deeper, faster. She stroked Tara's walls, hitting the spot she knew would take her lover over the edge.
Tara cried out Willow's name as she came, which was all it took to send Willow over the edge. Willow screamed her release as they both rode out their orgasm. Willow collapsed onto Tara, who weakly wrapped her arms around her lover.
"Oh..." Tara said.
"...my," Willow finished for her.
Willow reached down and pulled the sleeping bag up around them and snuggled down against Tara's body.
"Will you think... less of me... if I... fall asleep now?" Willow asked drowsily.
"Not if you don't think less of me," Tara answered as her eyes slammed shut and sleep overtook them both.
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Epilogue"I still can't believe you got us drunk so you could have sex!" Buffy said as she walked through the door of the Summers' home. She dropped her sleeping bag on the floor and plopped down on the couch, exhausted.
"That was so devious of you," Anya agreed, plopping down next to Buffy. "Bravo! I applaud your deception!"
Willow and Tara blushed as Willow sat in one of the chairs, and Tara settled in between her legs on the floor.
"Well..." Willow said defensively. "You two were being so... so... rude!"
"Rude?" Anya and Buffy said at the same time.
"Yes, rude," Tara agreed, crossing her arms over her chest. Both Buffy and Anya looked like they were going to object, but Tara's quirked eyebrow stopped them cold. They both looked down at their feet. Willow giggled.
"You realize that whole pretending-to-drink-out-of-the-bottle thing will never work again, right?" Buffy asked with a smirk.
"From now on, you two drink out of shot glasses," Anya said with a sharp nod. "Ooo! That gives me an idea! I should sell shot glasses at the Magic Box. Magically themed shot glasses!"
Willow wanted to roll her eyes, but she had to admit that it might not be a bad idea. "Oh! Tara could do the artwork!" Tara looked up at her lover with a what-did-you-just-get-me-into-without-asking expression. Willow backpedaled quickly. "Um, that's assuming, of course, um, that Tara, erm, wants to? Honey? Sweetie?"
Tara let Willow off the hook with a laugh. "Sure I'll help," Tara agreed.
"Wow, this Slayer is wiped out," Buffy said with a yawn. They had spent their last two days in the woods doing all things campy - hiking, fishing, swimming, canoeing... they even sang Row, Row, Row Your Boat around the campfire. They had also spent countless hours - all four of them - talking and laughing. Truth was, their time in the woods had strengthened their friendship in ways they had never expected. And, after Buffy and Anya had recovered enough from their hangovers to see the humor in the situation, there was little discussion about the new sleeping arrangements.
"Yeah, me too," Willow agreed.
"I'll bet you're tired," Anya said, winking at Tara. The blonde blushed - again. "I can't wait until Xander gets home so I can be as tired as you two are!"
"Oh, no. Please Anya!" Willow begged. "No more discussion about anything remotely resembling Xander's penis! I'm a lesbian, and there has been entirely too much discussion of the male anatomy! Specifically Xander's anatomy!"
"I concur," Buffy said. All eyes turned to the Slayer. "Erm, about the too much discussion of Xander's anatomy... not the other part."
"Fine, fine, I will not mention Xander's you-know-what until Xander comes back," Anya grumbled.
Just then, the front door burst open and in walked...
"Xander's penis!" Anya squealed, running over and jumping into the construction worker's arms.
Willow, Tara, and Buffy all groaned.
"Wow! Now that's some welcome!" Xander said, hugging Anya back. "Um, though An, honey? Maybe next time you could just yell Xander?" he said in a low voice. He set Anya down, who promptly snuggled up against his side. He looked over at the remaining women and asked, "So, what did you ladies do while the Xan-man was out of town? Anything interesting?"
Buffy, Willow, Anya and Tara all looked at each other, and promptly burst out laughing.
THE END
"I feel like someone ran me down with a car, and then got out to give me a really great pair of shoes." - sassyeggsglobal
I loved Tara serenading Willow, did it get hotter in here when I read that? Oh and woo hoo for them playing drunk, now they get to sleep in the same tent...although I'm not sure about the sleeping 
it all!
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