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TITLE: Frothy Goodness
AUTHOR: Laragh
CHAPTER RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own any of the characters, Joss does. I may totally disagree with what he did with them, but alas, he still owns them.
SUMMARY: They meet. They fall in love...I’m really bad at summaries. Happy, light reading.
SPOILERS: None. No demons, no hellmouth.
FEEDBACK: Go for it.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have nothing more to say other than formatting the first part of this update was a bitch, so if there's any mistakes, let me know and I'll fix them. I've been through it pretty carefully and I think it's okay, but you know, fresh eyes and all. Oh and as always, thank you for continuing to read!
Part 39 ******
Maclay.HR: Hey beautiful.
Tara’sGirl: Tara! Hey! How’s work going? I’m not interrupting, am I?
Maclay.HR: I instant messaged you, remember? And hey, why do you get a cool screen name? Which I like very much, by the way.
Tara’sGirl: You can change yours. Just go to the little options tab at the top of the screen.
RecentlyStabbed: Like that?
Tara’sGirl: Tara, that’s not funny!
IKnowWhereWillowHidesHerGlasses: How about that?
Tara’sGirl: Also not funny. And much too long. SN’s are supposed to be short and snappy.
Willow’sWoman: I know how much you like alliteration.
Tara’sGirl: Now there’s a handle.
Willow’sWoman: Handle?
Tara’sGirl: Geek speak. Means screen name.
Tara’sGirl: How’s your first day back? What’re you up to?
Willow’sWoman: Good actually. The guy they brought in while I was gone wouldn’t know his Empowerment/Enablement scheme from Management-by-Objectives, though.
Willow'sWoman: He left a bit of a mess to clean up. And I’m just working through lunch, but I figured I deserved a break to IM my favourite girl. What are you doing?
Tara’sGirl: You know I love it when you speak manager to me. I’m playing Solitaire. Well, I was. I beat the computer, then you started chatting.
Tara’sGirl: Willow’sWoman: Um, what was that?
Tara’sGirl: Duh, baby. It was a dancing pink elephant.
Willow’sWoman: Do they have a little symbol thingy for ‘quirked eyebrow’?
Tara’sGirl: Umm…this: ? They’re called emoticons. If you put the words in between stars though, it usually conveys the same meaning. Like *waves*.
Tara'sGirl: Except if would be weird for me to virtually wave at you half-way through our conversation
Willow’sWoman: This is like learning a whole new language.
Tara’sGirl: We haven’t even started on Internet acronyms yet. ROFL, IMHO, BTW. There’s hundreds.
Willow’sWoman: Your ‘geek speak’ is making me hot.
Tara’sGirl: ALG
Willow’sWoman: ?
Tara’sGirl: Ain’t Love Grand
Willow’sWoman: Tara’sGirl: Hey, look! >> right now. Among other things…
Tara’sGirl: *Leans in, interested* Like what?
Willow’sWoman: Like leaning you over my desk and feeling your tight walls contract around me.
Tara’sGirl: *Gulp* Tara?
Willow’sWoman: Yes?
Tara’sGirl: I can be in your office in two minutes.
Willow’sWoman: I’ll get the blinds.
Tara’sGirl has logged out
Willow walked towards the door of Tara’s office, trying to keep a cool demenour in front of the few workers who weren’t out at lunch on the HR floor and was extremely thankful that Miranda wasn’t one of those few.
She slipped through into the large office and Tara pounced on her, pushing her up against the wooden door, clicking the lock into place as she did so.
The blonde instantly latched onto Willow’s neck, sucking and licking any piece of flesh she could. The redhead pulled her up, their lips meeting in a fiery embrace.
Tara pulled back after a minute, looking at her lover through heavy lidded eyes.
“Miranda’s back in thirty minutes. Take your panties off and lean over that desk.”
Willow groaned and slid her underwear down her legs. Tara grabbed them from her and brought them to her face, inhaling deeply.
“Mmmhhh…Willow-scent.”
“Oh god, baby,” the redhead said, rushing to the desk and leaning over it, “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I really, really like it.”
Tara sauntered over and flipped her fiancée’s skirt upwards, revealing firm butt-cheeks. She idly ran her hands over the flesh, looking on like a bird would stalk its pray. Willow moaned loudly when she felt the blonde’s touch.
“We have to be quiet, Will. Thin walls.”
“Tara, I have been fantasying about you taking me like this, in your office, for months. I don’t think I can stay quiet.”
Tara replied with a resounding *smack* on the lithe girl’s ass, which just made her moan louder and buck her hips into the desk.
“Oh god, I’ll stay quiet, I’ll stay quiet, just please, do that again!”
Tara looked pleasantly surprised for a moment and continued to fondle the soft skin, slipping a finger down into wetness momentarily.
“So, you liked that?”
Willow turned her head and fixed the blonde with a steady gaze.
“Tara, I want you to fuck me and spank me, in any order you see fit, combined if you wish, and because of our need to be quiet, my normal confirmations of enjoyment might not be as apparent, but I assure you, I will be loving it. Are we good?”
Tara again gave a non-verbal response as she pushed two fingers inside the redhead without preamble, her other hand still stroking her butt cheeks.
“I love your ass, honey,” the blonde remarked casually, like they were talking about the weather, “So firm, and round and perfect…”
Willow pushed back to take as much of the fingers as she could, biting her lip in an effort not to make any noise. She was thoroughly enjoying the contrast of her completely-covered upper body moving against the desk, her breasts pushing into the hard wood, causing delightful shivers to run from her nipples through to her centre, which was already tightening around the long fingers which were reaching even deeper in each thrust, and her open and exposed lower-half, currently being loved with soft, yet firm touches as she moved towards orgasm.
Tara continued thrusting and stretched her fingers to reach for the spongy tissue inside. At the same time that she made contact, she brought her spare hand down firmly again, making a red hand-shaped mark on her lover’s behind.
Willow nearly bucked off the table at double sensation, using all her willpower not to cry out.
“Baby, baby,” she whispered, just loud enough for Tara to hear, “Do it again, make me come.”
The taller girl was more than happy to fulfil the request and continued thrusting, using her own hips to put more power behind them
“Say it, say you want it,” she said, as quiet as the redhead had been before.
“Spank me, Tara.”
The firm and fast series of answering smacks on Willow’s ass, turning it a similar colour to her hair, did it’s purpose of sending the girl over the edge, a powerful rush of ecstasy going through her as she brought her own hand up to her mouth to silence her screams of joy.
A few moments later she felt Tara pull out and looked around to see her licking her fingers clean, oblivious that Willow was even watching. She stood up again on shaky legs and turned to face the blonde.
“In your chair.”
“Huh?” the blonde asked, taking a final lick.
“I want you, in your desk chair, with my head between your legs. That okay?”
Tara nodded silently, slightly shocked by how bold they were both being, not only making with the lovin’ in the middle of the work day, but the demanding nature in which they wanted each other. There was a primal need that seemed to be emanating from themselves and filling the entire room with a desire to take, to have the other girl. Willow seemed to be having a similar train of thought.
“You had your turn. Now I want mine,” she said as she pushed the blonde towards said chair, grabbing her before she fell into it.
“Lift your skirt up.”
Tara grabbed the material of her skirt and pulled it upwards, resulting in a delighted yet curious grin from her lover.
“I saw you put on those panties with the little duck on the front this morning…”
“I took them off just before you got here.”
“Now that was very presumptuous,” Willow said, running a single finger up the blonde’s slit, collecting the juices, “When we get home and have some more time to burn, I might just have to show you how good that spanking felt as a punishment.”
She saw a shiver go through the taller girl and felt a similar response stir in her own groin at the image she had conjured.
“Time check, love?” she asked quietly.
Tara looked at the computer screen that Willow had her back to and at the little clock at the bottom of the screen.
“Fifteen minutes.”
“Well then,” the redhead replied, pushing Tara down onto the chair and getting on her knees in front of the girl, “I better get to work.”
She brought one hand under the blonde’s shirt, pulling the material of her bra aside to cup one breast, squeezing the nipple as she did so.
Tara gasped and gripped one hand onto the arm of the chair, the other flying to the back of Willow’s head, pushing her into her centre, already soaking wet from making love to her fiancée, her little bundle of nerves throbbing mercilessly as it sought some kind of friction.
At the first contact of the other girl’s tongue flicking at her clit, Tara threw her head back and starting moving against the probing muscle, groaning in frustration when it moved away to do some gentle exploration. Tara was not in the mood for gentle exploration. She yanked at the back of the smaller girl’s head, pulling her away from where they both wanted her to be most. Willow grunted in dissatisfaction.
“Sweetie, this is no time for teasing. Either put your tongue in me or suck on my clit, okay?”
Willow stared at her wide-eyed for a second. Tara was beyond being shocked at what was coming out of her own mouth, she was far too gone, much too in need of release.
“I..I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say the word ‘clit’ before…Why do people think you’re shy again?”
“Willow…”
The redhead heard the warning tone and relented.
“Clit-action it is. Love you, baby,” she said before diving back in, this time focusing solely on her lover’s hard nub, attacking it with fervour.
She tried to synch her tongue’s motions as best she could with how her fingers were working on the nipple above. When she ran her tongue over the throbbing clit, her thumb brushed over the nipple. When she sucked, the nipple got pinched.
Barely minutes into this simultaneous action and Tara felt the waves of orgasm start in her. Willow recognised the hitched breathing and soft sounds that she had come to love hearing so much and kept up her ministrations. Just as she felt the other girl begin to come, she took her hand out from beneath the shirt and brought it up to Tara’s mouth, covering it as she began to nibble on her clit.
Tara bucked uncontrollably against Willow’s tongue, thankful the redhead had thought to cover her mouth as she knew the sheer bliss running through her would cause her to scream and yell in delight.
Just when she felt herself start to come down from the high, the redhead propelled three fingers inside her, instantly giving her a second orgasm so strong that she had to physically bite down on the hand over her mouth to contain the noises that threatened to erupt.
Willow was having as much fun as Tara, licking up all the juice she could find. No matter how many times she’d been in this situation, no matter how many times she knew she’d get to be here again, she savoured each drop like it was the last time she’d get to taste it. She felt the blonde’s limbs go limp in the chair but couldn’t bring herself to leave the warm haven she was in. Knowing that her fingers would start to become intrusive soon, she gently extracted them, sucking them into mouth, refusing to let any juices go untasted.
“I need a kiss, honey.”
Willow pulled away at the sound of her fiancée talking and looked up.
Tara looked back with puppy dog eyes and the redhead stood up, immediately being pulled into the lap of her lover for a steamy kiss.
They pulled away and rested their foreheads against each other.
“Wow, wow, wow,” Willow said, in awe.
“Nothing like some illicit loving to get your work ethic back.”
“Wasn’t illicit. Expressing our love could never be illicit.”
“I know, love,” Tara responded, leaning in for a gentle kiss.
“I better get back downstairs…”
The blonde nodded in agreement, then leaned down and picked up Willow’s discarded panties.
“But I’m keeping these.”
“Fine,” the redhead replied, standing up and opening Tara’s top drawer, the duck panties on top, “Then these are mine.”
“How’d you know they were in there?”
“I know my girl," Willow stopped and brought the underwear up to her nose to inhale and shivered, "Oh god, I need to leave before I ravish you all over again, employee's be damned. I’ll come back up when it’s home time, yea?”
“Perfect,” the blonde responded as she watched her fiancée move towards the door, “Oh and Willow?”
“Yea?”
“You might wanna wipe your mouth before going out that door. Otherwise our efforts to keep quiet would’ve been in vain.”