Well all, here we go again. Wow the pressure to perform.
BV you used the "U" here. In here. Come on you can almost set your watch to my updates. Like the jungle idea. Hmmm have to give it some thought. Science bag might come in handy there. How about one fic at a time.
Speaking of "U", here you go.
All the disclaimers still apply I'm sure you all took the time to read through and properly memorize of course inserting selected profanity when ME and JW are mentioned. Oh wait that's me and my head. Sorry.
Let the update begin..........
Chapter 10
“Where are you going?”
“I can’t see you. And right now I really need to look into your eyes.”
“Willow.” Tara pressed tightly against her lover’s body, feeling her glistening flesh against her hands, every aspect of her physical being rejoicing in the glory of their love. “Let me, you have no idea where you are.”
“Oh…right, the whole eyes closed thing.” Willow felt the blonde slowly sliding from her embrace, closing her eyes, intoxicated by the sweet smell of her lover. Passion sensually intertwined with lavender, took her mind to heights of ecstasy. “Okay, go light the lantern and show me this place.”
Tara fumbled across the cavern floor, padding her way to the center of the room. Her fingers trailed along the tripod grasping the camping light in her hand. She gently wound the handle illuminating the cavern walls. She quickly released the light over the mirrors smiling as it stifled the darkness.
Willow trembled at the sight of her naked lover. Her glistening body sparking desire with every sharp point of pulse. Slowly she watched her turn, captivated by the spender of her flesh, basking in the heavenly magic splaying across the cave walls. Tara noticed the attention, distracted by the rapture of her sweet Willow’s eyes sparkling against glistening light, she moved slowly toward her lady.
The blonde slipped tenderly to the floor in front of her. Kneeling in the presence of her soulmate, gliding between the sheen of her lovers tender thighs, she hungered for her touch. Welcoming her with passion, Willow pulled her slowly forward. “This is amazing.” Her eyes never left the sight of the blonde.
Tara arched her body forward, taunting the red head with her naked flesh. Offering both hands tenderly, “Let me show you.” The red head grabbed the edge of the blanket, sweeping it over her shoulder pulling herself into the Blonde. With a winglike wave of her arms she quickly enveloped her lover.
Slowly they stepped, tightly wrapped, through the room. Their movement was awkward and strangled by the blanket. Bright green smiling eyes focused on the breathtaking sight. Tara turned quickly in her arms, drawing them tightly face to face. “Sweetie…I don’t think the blanket is working.”
The bright pink of her tongue pressing desperately between her teeth, “its working for me.” She wiggled her brow trying not to smile through a forced pout. Her hands released their grip on the blanket, folding quickly to the cavern floor. Tara gasped as the draft shot tiny bumps across her flesh. “Better?”
“Actually no…cold.”
Willow flashed a devilish grin, slowly kneeling, to collect the jumbled fabric behind her. Her hands abandoned their goal, focusing on the vision in front of her. Leaning slowly, ruby red lips met the soft skin of her ankle. Inch be inch she paraded up the long path of her lover’s leg, pausing briefly to ravage tantalizing points of passion.
Tara’s body arched toward the lips of her lover. Aching for the dance of ecstasy, delighting in the motion of desire. The long pause on her abdomen burned a trail through her blood, heating every point of want, summoning every space of passion. Willow’s hands grasped tightly around her waist, anchoring the long; slow… wet… journey toward the racing heart. Tenderly she devoured her way to the soft voluptuous mouth of her lover. Tara gasped as tenderness ravaged her lips. Willow slowly released her grasp. The blonde tenderly held, to the round tip of her lip, as she pulled away. “Better”
Tara’s body trembled. “Much.” Her eyes closed, waiting for the touch, begging for the next touch.
“Good, so now show me.” Willow snapped quickly from sensual to curious leaving the blonde in jumbled fluster of desire.
“Willow…now you want a tour?” Her brow furrowed with frustration.
“Just a quick one.” She wiggled her brow quickly snatching a kiss as she collected some clothes from the floor. Willow pulled on her skirt and casually slipped a shirt over her head.
“Your shirt.” Tara pointed to the red striped shirt hanging across Willow’s chest.
“What?”
“It’s the other one. Do you know how badly we’ll be harassed if we go home wearing each other’s clothes.” The blonde attempted to pull it off but the red head fought to keep it on.
“You can take it off of me later.” She taunted her with a passionate smile. “I promise.”
“Oh…you are not leaving this cave in those clothes.” Tara grabbed the other skirt quickly pulling it over her hips. The smaller shirt fit snuggly across her chest leaving nothing to the imagination. The blonde looked down at the bursting glory, laughing, “I’m not going out in public with the girls like this.”
“Hmm…I think I kinda like it.”
“Well you’re supposed to.”
“Right, they’re mine and I don’t want to share them.”
Tara laughed as Willow ripped off the shirt, quickly snatching the other from her lover. The swiftness of her response drawing a bright smile across her face.
”What kind of example are you setting for your daughter?” Tara laughed as she pulled on her shirt. “Not sharing.” She glanced back offering a wicked grin.
As Willow peeped her head through the top of the shirt she noticed a small alcove in the cave. She slowly padded around amazed at the sight. Jagged criss-crosses of iridescent stone climbed the surface of every wall. The entire cavity lit by the reflection of hundreds of intricately placed mirrors. Mathematically genius in their placement, Willow turned toward Tara curious about the setting. “Did you and your mom do this?”
Tara smiled watching the wheels in her lover’s mind spin wildly out of control. The red head traced the mirrors through the air with her fingers. “My mom and I would add the mirrors all the time. We liked casting light over the dark spaces.” The memory of her mother played wildly in her mind.
“Tell me about her. Tell me about this place.” Willow trailed her fingers across a long slab of stone. She could tell it was an altar. The way the light danced across it, reminded her of the one in their garden. So much of the woman that she loved, was in this space.
Tara quietly shared the tale of the cave with her lover:
My grandmother used to live on the other side of this hill. Her family settled here a long time ago. When she was a young girl she went exploring along the edge of the rock. Back then it was thick with trees and wild growth. Some how she found the outer seam in the wall and slipped inside. Once she realized it was a cave she had to explore it.Tara paused briefly looking at her wife, captivated by the story, “Remind you of anyone?”
“Who me?” Willow smirked waving her hands, encouraging the rest of the story.
The same afternoon she came back here with a lantern. When she entered the outer chamber she explored every crack and every nook. She was disappointed. She was hoping to find gold or something of value but instead found nothing. She spent a lot of time here, creating forts and escaping from the chores of childhood. About a year after she discovered the cave there was an earthquake, a pretty big one. The next time she came here she discovered that opening in the wall.Tara pointed to the long sliver splitting through the rock.
She yelled into the opening and when she heard an echo, she had to see what was inside. She inched her way through, slowly; when she got inside she lit the lantern."I would say, that the feeling you had, when I lit this room for you, is probably the same one that she felt."
“You mean she had a gorgeous blonde standing in front of her too?”
Tara giggled lowering her eyes in embarrassment. “No not that. The walls of the caves…silly.”
“Oh…right.”
She spent most of her life trying to devise a way to light the cave. When my mother was small they would come here together. Using small pieces of mirror they’d collected from the junkyard just outside of town, they slowly lit the entire place. Mom and I put up the very very high ones.Willow’s eyes lost their delighted glow slowly processing the memories. Tara had so few magical moments, she hated to spoil them.
The blonde noticed her sudden loss of excitement, questioning her mood. “Sweetie…what’s wrong?”
“Oh nothing really. It’s just…” Willow decided it wasn’t important quickly trying to change the subject. “So you came here a lot.” She wandered through the cave intentionally avoiding contact with her love.
“Willow please, tell me what’s wrong.”
The pleading eyes of her beloved weakened her resolve. “I envy you.” Willow slowly slouched her body to the ground. Rubbing her fingers along the jagged edges of the stone she nervously picked at the wall.
“Envy, me… why?” She tenderly stepped toward her love, dragging the blanket across the floor she spread it on the hard stone bench. She called her lover with a knowing glance, summoning her to awaiting arms.
“No Tara, it’s not right for me to do this here.” Shaking her head she buried her face into the compassionate shoulder of the blonde. “I’m being selfish and I’m sorry.”
The delicate palm of Tara’s hand slowly cupped her lover’s face. Guiding it eagerly from her shoulder focusing intently on the emotional struggle. “Sweetie….just tell me.”
"I envy you Tara.” Shame covered her face, “You have memories of your mother. You have a real, solid emotional connection, with the history of her past.” The red head struggled with her feelings, working quickly to stay ahead of her emotions. “You were fourteen. You have more memories of her, than I’ve had in twice the lifetime.” Every word traveling from her mouth felt like insult. Wondering if she was destroying the serenity of this cave, by sharing such petty self serving emotions. “I’m sorry…it’s just that she loved you and her love was so powerful that it seeps from every pore of your body.” Willow forced herself away from Tara, folding her hands over her face. “You are the only person that has ever loved me like that.”
Smothered with confusion Tara grasped her lover's hands. “Is that wrong?”
“Oh… Goddess NO! Never not for one minute.” Her green eyes trailed around the cave slowly focusing back on small pools of blue. “I just wanted my mother to love me. It’s the only thing I ever wanted from her.”
Tara tenderly pulled her lady into her arms. Embracing her sorrow. “Let it out Will." The red head quietly wept. "This place is sacred. You can be weak, or strong, you can be what you need to here." Their bodies found their sacred spaces, drawing them in, weaving them tightly into one flesh. "It’s me Willow…the only person in the world that will never abandon you. Never.”
TBC
edited because a little bird caught an error Thanks you
Urn of Osiris
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Edited by: Urn of Osiris at: 10/13/02 2:16:31 pm