Seeing as everyone is updating, in the spirit of Bank Holiday Monday here in th UK I give you Chapter 28. Thanks again for reading, and for your patience in coming this far with me.
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Title: Quiet Saturday Morning’s
Author: Paint the Sky
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: W/T
Disclaimer: AU. No spoilers whatsoever. Oh, forgot to add that I don’t own any of the characters in BTVS, I’m only playing with them.
Feedback: Yeah, sure, why not.
Summary: Shy, newly gay Willow Rosenberg and her first venture into love with an equally shy blonde.
Note: This is my first attempt at any kind of fiction since I left school many, many moons ago. After a long time reading the fics on this site and others I thought why the hell not, give it a whirl, try it on for size and all that.
Chapter 28
Loud buzzing filled the room, it was only for few seconds, but in the silence it had seemed like minutes, although it was abruptly cancelled as a lightly tanned arm and groping hand slammed down on the previously innocuous alarm clock to restore peace and quiet to her environment.
Tara rubbed the sleep from her eyes and groaned at the thought of leaving her warm bed and her hot lover to get ready for an early class. Just the thought of Willow and the things they had done not more than a few hours ago made her smile, blush and shiver all at the same time. Who knew body parts were so flexible?
Talking of which, the still sleeping redhead had flexibly wrapped herself around Tara and was limpet-like to the point that the blonde thought she might be stuck to her all day. Tara giggled at the picture in her head of a naked Willow piggy-backed to her as she went to class, ate lunch and worked her shift at The Magic Box.
Class. She had to go, there was no choice, so she carefully extracted herself from the limbs wrapped around her and slipped slowly from the bed. She was pleased that Willow had not been woken, it gave her chance to watch her sleep. The redhead looked so innocent that Tara almost found it hard to believe it was same girl who had whispered dirty words in her ear and had fucked her into oblivion, what she could believe, though, was that this was the girl that made love to her, made her feel special and beautiful, that made her heart soar and her senses reel.
Vixen, angel, temptress, lover and friend, she’s my everything.
Ten minutes had passed just staring at Willow, she had even taken a seat at her desk so she could comfortably do so, and Tara knew if she spent any longer looking that she would crawl right back into bed beside her, so she reluctantly pulled her eyes from the redhead and quietly gathered her wash kit and donned her dressing gown before heading to the showers. She opened the door and half turned to give Willow one long last look before she stepped out into the hall and quietly closed it behind her.
The bathroom was virtually empty, only two of the stalls were occupied. Entering a cubicle Tara turned on the water to let it warm as divested herself of her robe. Hanging it on the hook behind the door, she inhaled her own scent in the enclosed space, a musky odour that conjured visions of her night of love. She brought her hand to her nose and sniffed at her fingers, Willow lingered there, an olfactory memory that made her heart beat stronger and her mouth water. She was loathe to wash off the evidence of their love making, the scent of her body and hands, and even the faint taste in her mouth gave her a connection to her lover that satisfied a baser instinct. But, social convention dictated that she be shower fresh, so reluctantly she stepped under the water and washed her body clean.
Twenty minutes later she was back in her room and dressed for the day. Willow was still sleeping, sprawled across the bed half lying on her stomach and hugging Tara’s pillow to her breast. The duvet had slipped down over the swell of her buttocks and the blonde uttered a low groan and swallowed down the urge to run her hands over the expanse of creamy and lightly freckled skin on display.
Her class was at eight thirty, and her usual Friday consisted of breakfast at the Grotto before heading to the lecture theatre, but this morning she wanted breakfast with Willow. She quickly scribbled a note for Willow, and left it on the bedside table propped up against the alarm clock. Grabbing her wallet and a jacket she slipped out of the room quietly to get something for both of them to eat in her dorm. She could be there and back in a half hour and still leave time to get to class so long as she did not linger over breakfast.
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“Mmm…you smell good,” Willow mumbled coming out of her sleep, unaware that she spoke to Tara’s pillow and not her girlfriend. She opened her eyes slowly, expecting her head to be buried in soft blonde hair, but found nothing but a soft pillow that still carried the scent of her lover. Two days ago she would have panicked waking up alone, totally freaking that Tara may have realised she had a major mistake, but this morning she felt nothing but calm. Calm, and mildly embarrassed about complimenting Tara’s pillow, but as there was no-one there but a sleeping kitten in the corner it passed quickly.
She craned her neck to check the clock and grinned as she spied the note Tara had left. She pushed herself up onto one elbow and reached for the scrap of paper to see what her lover had to say.
In a neat script, with a blue biro Tara had written, ‘back soon, gone to get breakfast for the sexy redhead lying naked in my bed, love you, xx’.
Willow wondered how long Tara had been away, and given the rumbles in her belly she hoped she would back soon like she said in her note. It suddenly struck her that she had never been alone in Tara’s room before and she was overtaken by an urge to really explore it.
She gave Tara’s pillow one last long sniff and got out of bed. The rug was warm against the soles of her bare feet, but the air was cool against her naked skin and it goosebumped as she gave a slight shiver. Willow pulled the duvet from the bed and wrapped it around her small frame, it was still warm and held the scent of their bodies.
Cocooned in the blanket she made her way around the room, she marvelled at the intricacy with which Tara had woven the fairy lights around the room, her eyes following the metres of cable that traversed the ceiling and walls, the little bulbs randomly scattered along its length that cast a warm glow in the darkness and created shadows in all directions. She cast a long look over Tara’s desk. Books lay open, passages highlighted to emphasise their importance, handwritten notes where scattered on the surface, a green pencil, the end indented with teeth marks lay near a notebook whose cover had been decorated with doodles of mountains and flowers.
Across the room, a rickety bookcase held an eclectic collection of reading material. Willow hunkered down and cocked her head to the left to read the titles on well worn spines. One book stood out among the texts on literary criticism and art history. Tracing her finger up its spine, she read, Lesbian Sex 101: 101 Lesbian Lovemaking Positions. She smiled at the naughty images it conjured in her mind. Just as she was about to take the book from the shelf Tara’s phone rang. Standing up she moved unsteadily toward the desk and picked up the receiver on the third ring.
“Hello,” she said with curiosity, wondering who could be ringing so early in the morning.
“Oh, hello, is Tara there?” the voice queried
Willow could tell that the person on the other end hadn’t expected anyone but Tara to answer and the redhead wished she’d let the machine pick up the call.
“Um, no, she’s not here right now, but she’ll be back soon,” she said nervously, “um…can I ask who’s calling? Take a message maybe?”
“It’s her Mom, is this Willow?” Cathy asked, making the redhead even more agitated.
“Uh, yeah?” Willow grimaced slightly and pulled the duvet tighter around her.
I’m talking to Tara’s Mom. I’m naked and talking to Tara’s Mom. Tara’s Mom is talking to me and I’m naked.
“Hi, Willow, Tara’s told me all about you. What brings you to my daughter’s room at this hour of the morning?” Cathy hid the smile in her voice and wondered what ridiculous explanation Willow would come up with.
Her mind running at an hundred miles an hour Willow found herself unable to grasp a plausible excuse from the multitude of entirely unsuitable and downright stupid suggestions her panicked brain threw at her. She counted to three and then said the first thing that came into her head figuring it would be better than saying nothing.
“Worms,” she blurted out, “Yes, worms, squirmy, teeny, tiny worms. Uh, the cat has worms, I’m taking it to the vet cos Tara has classes all day”.
Jeez, that’s the best you could come up with…
"The cat has worms,” Cathy said, “You couldn’t say fleas, mmm? Surely that has less of a yuck factor at this time of the morning?” she could no longer hold back her laughter, and Willow sank deeper into the duvet, covering up every part of her in the hope she could disappear and pretend this conversation wasn’t happening.
Oh, this is like a nightmare…what was I supposed to say, I’ve just got out of bed, cos I spent the night doing your daughter, oh god, don’t think about naked sweaty Tara when you’re talking to her Mother. Not good, not good…
“It’s ok Willow, but you should know when you come for Thanksgiving you’ll be in the guest room,” Tara’s Mom said, adding to the already mass of confusion the redhead was feeling.
“I, I,…Thanksgiving? I’m coming for Thanksgiving?” she almost squeaked, but also relieved that the former line of questioning had been dropped.
“Well, yes, I gather Tara hasn’t asked yet, some silly nonsense about u-hauls, but you’ll come, won’t you?” Cathy Maclay’s voice was friendly, and Willow suspected that Tara and her Mom shared the same sense of humour as she picked up the on the teasing tone.
Gathering what was left of her wits and dignity Willow said she would love to come for Thanksgiving.
“Good, Tara was worried she would be rushing you, but seeing as you’ve already spent the night with my daughter it’s not like she’s rushing you anymore is it?”
Willow’s jaw dropped, and her eye’s widened at Cathy’s comment, she tried to find a way to deny it, protect her honour and Tara’s. She inwardly groaned, knowing that nothing she could say would get her off the hook, and now she was going to meet this woman she wanted to able to look her in the eye.
“No, Mrs. Maclay ma’am, no-one’s rushing anyone,” the redhead said honestly, but still wishing she wasn’t having this kind of conversation with her girlfriends Mother. The last time she felt this embarrassed was when Sheila Rosenberg sat her down and gave her the ‘you’re a woman now’ speech when she got her first period.
“Call me Cathy, Willow, and tell Tara to ring me when she gets a chance,” she chuckled.
“Um, ok, Cathy, I’ll do that, and uh…see you next week,” she said in the hope that she sounded more enthusiastic than she felt at that moment.
“I’m already looking forward to it. G’bye Willow,” the redhead heard the call end with a click as Tara’s Mom hung up the phone. She stared at the receiver in her hand for a second before replacing it in it’s cradle and sank to her knees and bent over until her forehead touched the floor. She pulled the duvet completely over herself, and banged her head off the floor repeatedly cursing her own idiocy and once again wishing she hadn’t answered the phone.
It was one thing for Tara’s Mom to know they were girlfriends, but to know they were lovers too was more than Willow wanted her to know at that point. She tried to rationalise. Cathy seemed more than ok about it,
but what if it was just a ruse, and when we meet maybe I’ll be chased off the porch with a shotgun for besmirching Tara’s honour. Oh, God, what will Tara say. I mean I know they’re close, but does that mean she tells her everything. I don’t tell my Mom everything, ok, so I don’t tell my Mom anything, but that doesn’t mean Tara will be happy that her Mom knows she’s sexually active.I swear I'm never gonna answer another phone...
She heard a noise at the door, and her heart leapt in hope that it was Tara, she needed a hug from her lover, something to ease her embarrassment and something to find humour in the situation. Her head poked out, and she watched the door waiting for it to open, but it didn’t, and as much as she stared at it she knew Tara wasn’t going to enter and make it all feel better, so Willow brought her head back into the warm darkness of her duvet cave and continued to panic.
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The corridor to Tara’s dorm room was much busier than it had been when she left to get breakfast, and as she carried in the coffee and muffins practically everyone she passed give her a broad grin, some even gave her a thumbs-up.
She nodded and said hi as she hurried to her room, wondering why people were reacting as they did. Maybe it was a Friday thing, happy people greeting the weekend and being extra friendly in celebration. Tara reached her door, and it was now apparent as to why she was getting grins and thumbs-up.
Pinned to her door was an A4 sheet of paper and she blushed to her very roots as she quickly read the words upon it. Large black letters, hastily scribbled with a Magic Marker proclaimed to whoever had passed that her neighbour had had their nights sleep disturbed.
She pulled the notice from the door and bundled her way into the room, not knowing to laugh or cry at what she read. Tara looked to the bed and from the corner of her eye she glimpsed Willow’s head poke out from under the duvet which was heaped around her on the floor near her desk.
“Will, what the hell are you doing under there?” she asked moving to the desk and setting down her take-out.
She does the cutest things, I think she may be crazy, but it's the good kinda crazy.
Willow looked up at her, there where tears in eyes now, “Um, your Mom called and I told her we were sleeping together, well, I didn’t tell her, she sorta guessed when I said the cat had worms, and I’m meeting her next week and I’m worried you’ll be pissed at me for telling her we made love and your face is all red. Why is your face all red?” she stood as she babbled, wrapping the duvet around her again, “oh God, you're angry with me, I’m sorry baby, I shouldn’t have answered the phone, but you know, hear a phone pick it up.”
Tara held up the paper for Willow to read. She watched as green eyes darted over the words and her mouth opened and closed guppy-like.
“Oh! Oh my, um…eek!” her face disappeared as the duvet fully enclosed her once again.
The blonde couldn’t help but laugh at Willow’s reaction, reaching out she held the edges of the duvet and pulled it open to reveal her lovers very red face.
“Eek. That’s all you have to say in light of this?” she asked, “Let me read it to you, ‘Way to go Maclay, but next time Rosenberg gets the urge to make you scream, and I quote “yes, oh, yes, fuck, Willow, yes, right there”, at four in the morning can be you be somewhere else other than next door to me. I could do with a full nights sleep, thanks, your very tired neighbour.”
“Sorry, baby, I don’t know whether to be embarrassed or proud, and you have to agree we were pretty loud, are you ok?” Willow asked pulling the duvet down to rest on her shoulders. Her face held concern, but a small smile tugged at her lips.
“I don’t know, I’m a bit embarrassed, well, a lot embarrassed, but we were loud, maybe next time we can try to keep it down. Or I could just bite my pillow when you do that thing with your tongue,” she gave Willow a saucy wink and a half smile, “And what do you mean that you told my Mom we were sleeping together and more to the point, did she invite you for Thaksgiving?” she lifted a coffee from the desk as she spoke and took a long sip of it.
“Oh, that, well I told her the cat had worms and she worked it out for herself and then told me I would be in the guest room at Thanksgiving, she invited me and I said yes, oh, and she says to give her a ring when you get a chance,” the redhead explained snaking out an arm and reaching for the other coffee cup on the desk.
Whether it was the lack of sleep, the mornings events or a combination of both, Willow’s explanation made total sense to her in a nonsensical type of way, “Ok, I’ll ring her later, and I’m sorry if you felt obliged to take her up on her invitation, I know she can be persuasive, so if you really don’t want to go I’ll put things to rights with her,” Tara said in an even tone so as Willow wouldn’t know how disappointed she would be if she declined her Mom’s invite in retrospect.
“She didn’t have to persuade me, I’d like to go, if you’d like me to go, you do want me to go don’t you?” Willow looked crestfallen for just a moment until Tara smiled.
“Of course I want you to go, but what about your parents. Won’t they expect you to be with them?” she asked Willow in all seriousness.
“Ah, well, Sheila and Ira are heading off on a lecture tour Sunday, so I’m all yours for Thanksgiving. Um, you don’t think your Mom will be waiting on the porch for me with a shotgun, do ya?" the redhead asked in a worried tone as the duvet slipped down and was held tightly under her arms.
Tara was distracted by curve of naked shoulders and the brief glimpse of Willow’s breasts before a slender hand gripped the edges of the duvet together taking away the blondes view of two her favourite things.
“Shotgun? Will, you say the cutest things sweetie, and as much as I would like to talk to you all day, I really have to get to class. I’ll see you later yeah?” Tara’s smile faded as a sad look flitted across Willow’s face.
“Not tonight baby, sorry, I promised Mom and Dad I would be home tonight. Every now and then they remember we’re Jewish and they like me to be there, so I won’t see you till tomorrow evening,” Willow gave a shrug as if it to say there was nothing she could do about.
Tara set down her coffee, and then took Willow’s from her too. She placed the cup beside her own and took a step forward to close the gap between them. She smiled sweetly as she ran her hands over the redhead’s shoulders, she leaned in and placed a kiss on the bare skin beneath her hands, then another and one more, moving along the breadth until she reached Willow’s neck. Tara sucked lightly on the skin and felt her girls shiver as Willow’s hand moved to her waist and pulled her in closer.
Moist lips travelled up to her ear and Willow gave a low moan as Tara whispered “If I’m not going to see you until tomorrow, I better say goodbye properly.”
The redhead shuddered at the intensity of Tara’s words, her arousal spiked, and she felt herself get wet as her nipples hardened and her clit throbbed. Her overworked brain was a mass of confusion, she found it hard to comprehend how her body reacted so easily to Tara’s touch despite spending the previous night in almost perpetual contact punctuated with mind-blowing orgasms.
As good as her word, she kissed Willow hard. Her hand wound itself in red hair, holding Willow in place. Her tongue stabbed into the redhead, swirling over teeth and gums, tickling and probing the wet cavern of her lover’s mouth, rubbing the length of her tongue against Willow’s and flicking the soft palette with the tip.
Letting go of the duvet Willow wrapped her now unoccupied arm around Tara’s waist and slid her hand over the blonde’s ass, groping and squeezing the fleshy curves beneath her skirt. The hand at Tara’s waist moved up to cup the blonde’s breast, fingertips traced the lace of her bra through her shirt and Willow’s thumb teased her nipple.
Tara groaned as the heat of Willow’s body pressed against her when the duvet slipped to the floor. She raked her nails down her lovers back, and with a deft turn of the wrists her hands cupped the redhead’s well muscled buttocks.
Willow thrust her hips against her, and as she pulled back to thrust again Tara quickly pulled her hand around and slipped two fingers into her lover’s folds. She pressed them hard against Willow’s clit, holding them still as her very aroused redhead ground out an unsteady rhythm against them.
Tara felt Willow’s mouth pull away from her, and when she opened her eyes she feasted on the look of ecstasy before her. Her lover’s head was thrown back, and she felt Willow’s hands on the back of her neck. The redhead leaned back, and Tara braced herself, taking Willow’s weight, letting the angle of her lover’s body be the counterpoint to balance them both. Her own hand moved from Willow’s ass to the small of her back, the skin of both was slick with sweat, and Tara held her as best she could providing the pivot on which Willow swayed.
“Oh, fuck, Will. You look so hot, I wish I could reach your nipples, they’re hard as rocks,” the blonde growled as Willow rode her fingers, coating them with her slippery wetness.
Short stabbing thrusts brought Willow closer to her release, “Oh, oh, shit, Tara, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna…cuuumm…”
Tara pushed her fingers inside Willow’s pussy, hard and deep so that the heel of hand ground against her lover’s clit. She felt the first tremors of warm walls flutter on her digits, she felt Willow push down hard and heard a muffled groan as the redhead fought hard against the scream in her throat.
With her buttocks clenched and her hips pushed forward, Tara’s hand coaxed her up and over. Willow felt her orgasm crest, under the roar of blood in her ears she heard Tara’s voice “That’s it, cum for me Willow, give me this memory to get me through the night.”
Her body quaked with the effort to stay upright as her lover fucked her hard, her thighs trembled as wave after wave of pleasure radiated from her cunt making her body flush a rosy pink and tightening her nipples to painful points. Her calf muscles strained as she raised her heels from the floor, her taut body rested on tip-toes as her wet pussy clamped down on Tara’s fingers and she bit her lip to contain the primal urges to vocalise her pleasure.
Slowly, almost painfully, her body relaxed, and Tara held her close as her laboured breathing returned to normal.
“Are you sure you have to go to class, I feel kinda bad for not returning the favour,” Willow said sadly after a few minutes of being held so tenderly.
“I really have to go, but don’t feel too bad, you give me everything I could ever want, that’s why I love you,” she said and kissed the top of Willow’s head as it cradled against her collar bone.
“I love you too baby, and if this is the way you say goodbye, I can’t wait to see how you say hello.”
TBC