I lied -- I shoulda checked my inbox. Ker's given me the go ahead. *Unless I'm misinterpreting "post post post now!"
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Anyway, hope y'all like it (if you even remember it, tee hee).
Part 13
"I don't want to sell anything, buy anything or process anything as a career. I don't want to sell anything bought or processed... or buy anything sold or processed... or process anything sold, bought or processed... or repair anything sold, bought or processed. You know, as a career, I don't want to do that." Willow was lying across the couch on her side, her blonde girlfriend snuggled into her. She had one arm draped around Tara’s stomach and the other folded under her head to allow her to see the television screen.
The redhead could feel the air entering, and then leaving, Tara’s body. With every breath, the blonde was pushed into Willow’s arms and then pulled away again when the air was expelled. Willow had stopped paying attention to the movie and had begun to concentrate on timing her breathing so that, when Tara breathed out, she would breathe in, thereby keeping the blonde against her for the longest amount of time possible.
Tara’s giggle broke Willow’s concentration and the redhead mumbled, “What?”
Twisting her head to get a glimpse of her girlfriend, Tara explained, “I, uhm, love that part. Llyod kind of reminds me of you, y’know, when he talks like that.”
“You mean when he babbles? Because what he did, technically, wasn’t babbling. He was, if I was going to be picky, explaining what he does and doesn’t want to do. If he was babbling, he would have had, like, examples and maybe even started talking about something off topic, and then randomly, he would have come back to the topic,” Willow began, “Like when I was telling you about my frog thing and I told you about Xander’s shorts, that was a good babble. It’s like an art, really”
Tara’s body shook as she giggled at Willow’s monologue. She was quickly rewarded with the redhead’s quirky smile.
“I love you, Willow,” Tara said, still giggling. The blonde turned and pretended to be interested in Llyod Dobler, even though her mind was on Willow’s hand, softly drawing circles on her cotton covered stomach.
Willow pulled Tara closer and sighed. She positioned her mouth just above Tara’s ear and whispered, “I love you too.” The redhead placed a tiny kiss on the soft flesh of the blonde’s ear.
Tara hummed a soft, “Mmm,” and placed her hand on Willow’s arm. She moved her fingers slowly over the freckled skin and reveled in the softness of the redhead’s flesh.
Willow’s eyes closed at her girlfriend’s feathery touch. A lazy smile spread across her face and, just as she opened her eyes, Tara inhaled deeply and let out a content sigh. Green eyes opened widely as Tara’s chest raised dramatically, and the fell again. The redhead could feel a blush creeping onto her cheeks as her eyes caressed the swell of the blonde’s chest.
Tara’s mouth slowly dipped into a small frown as she noticed Willow’s hand pause on her stomach. “W-will?” she whispered. The blonde felt the slight body behind her jostle as she spoke.
“What,” Willow breathed.
“You don’t have to, you know, stop,” Tara said slowly. “The hand thing, it was nice.”
An impish grin spread across Willow’s mouth. “It was,” she agreed, pressing her palm flat against Tara’s stomach.
She moved her small hand in circles, and with each rotation, the circles grew. As Willow’s hand brushed against the top of Tara’s jeans, the redhead casually slid her hand under the cotton shirt and drew her fingers playfully across Tara’s side, eliciting a giggle from the blonde. With a sigh, Willow propped her chin on Tara’s shoulder and resumed her circle work on Tara’s belly.
“I like this part,” Tara said, her eyes on the television.
Willow peeled her eyes from her girlfriend’s profile and watched as John Cusak and Ione Sky cuddled in the back seat of a car. She chuckled and said, “I think it could be more –“
“Shh,” Tara interrupted, holding her hand up.
Are you shaking? --No. --You're shaking. -- I don't think so -- You're cold. -- I don't think I am. -- Then why are you shaking -- I don't know. I think I'm happy.The blonde smiled widely and turned her face toward Willow’s. “Y-you were saying?”
“Well, I was gonna say, that it could be more romantic, I mean, a car? Couldn’t they have gotten all cuddle-ee on, I don’t know,” the redhead flashed Tara her elfish grin, “a couch or something?”
“A couch, huh,” Tara said, giving Willow a knowing look.
“Oh, absolutely,” the redhead said. “You’ve got cushions,” she explained by pushing her weight into the foamy padding and allowing it to spring her up, “and you’ve got a nice backrest.” Willow slid her hand down from Tara’s stomach and circled her arm around the blonde, effectively pulling her closer as she leaned back. “And,” she looked around, “and no scary stories about a hook guy ever circulated about people making out on a couch!”
Tara merely grinned at her green-eyed girlfriend. “No, I never heard any stories like that.”
Willow pressed her hand against the softness of Tara’s side, sliding it under the blonde before splaying her fingers. “That’s because there aren’t any,” she replied.
As the redhead’s fingers curled in and out, like a cat pawing a blanket, Tara whispered, “What about the story where the, uhm, beautiful girl is tangled up on the couch with her girlfriend just as her, y’know, best friend walks in?”
“I think it’s safe, you’re on the couch with your best friend, remember?” Willow wiggled her brows.
Tara shook her head. “No, you’re the beautiful girl,” she explained. “I’m the girlfriend.”
The redhead leaned over a placed a light kiss on Tara’s cheek, “Matter of perception, I guess.” Willow planted tender kisses along her girlfriend’s strong jaw.
Smiling as she nuzzled into Tara, Willow allowed her hand to move higher up the blonde’s ribs. When her fingers brushed the soft material of her girlfriend’s bra, the redhead breathed a happy, “mmm.”
Closing her eyes, Tara listened to the soft breaths that tickled her sensitive skin. She smiled as inquisitive fingers danced over her flesh. While she loved the attention she was getting from Willow, the blonde was becoming anxious to return some of the affection she was receiving.
Twisting her body so she faced Willow, the shy girl tilted her head up to meet the redhead’s gaze. Her hand gracefully found its way to her girlfriend’s hip and, squeezing it slightly, drew her closer. Leaning up slightly, Tara met Willow’s mouth with her own.
Smiling against Tara’s mouth, the redhead reveled in the feeling of the blonde’s body pushing against hers. Wanting her even closer, Willow unfolded the arm that propped up her head and worked it between the cushions and her girlfriend.
Willow placed both hands on the cotton covering Tara’s back and ran them up to the blonde’s shoulder blades. Ready to move past the slow, sensual kisses they shared at the cabin, the redhead slid one hand up to cup the base of Tara’s head while the other filtered golden tresses over its fingers.
Willow tentatively brushed Tara’s lip with her tongue, a warm flow of energy ran through her as the blonde’s mouth opened. Her mind was swimming as she realized how perfectly their mouths fit together.
Accepting Willow’s bold move, Tara gripped her girlfriend’s hip a little more firmly as a quiet moan escaped her throat. Even though the blonde wanted to let Willow set the pace, she allowed her hand to travel under the redhead’s shirt to stroke her long back.
She thought Willow was mirroring her move until she felt two hands on her back. The fingers of one hand danced happily over the small of the blonde’s back, while the other hand caressed the length of it. Goosebumps appeared as Willow repeatedly ran her hand from the top of Tara’s jeans up, under her bra clasp and further up until she tickled the downy hair at the base of the blonde’s neck and back down again.
Willow was losing herself in the feel of Tara’s skin when she felt her hand involuntarily stop. Pulling away from Tara’s mouth, she strained to see behind the blonde’s back. Shaking her hand, she realized that her bulky watch had gotten caught in the back of Tara’s bra.
Tara giggled. “Uhm, you’re caught?” she whispered.
“Hang on,” Willow said sheepishly, twisting her wrist, trying to free it from the elastic. “I can’t feel what’s stuck. I mean, my watch, I know, but which part. I think I’m making it more stuck, somehow,” she said, finally ceasing her wrist motions.
“Take it off,” Tara said quietly.
“Okay,” Willow replied, trying to get her other hand at the right angle to play with the latch on her watch. “Okay, I’m going to stop now before I manage to get both hands trapped.”
“I, uhm, didn’t mean the watch, Will,” Tara chuckled and raised her blue eyes to meet Willow’s green, looking for a sign that the redhead understood her.
“Oh?” Willow said, before realizing her girlfriend’s meaning. “Oh! You sure?”
Tara’s brow furrowed as she began to think she had misread Willow’s intentions. “I am, uhm, just unclasp it,” she whispered quietly. “I’ll, y’know, fix it when you’re, uhm, u-unstuck.”
Willow nodded as a look of disappointment flashed across her face. “Oh, of course,” she said, sliding her thumb around the clasp and pushing it free with her forefinger.
The redhead pulled her hand away slightly as Tara’s leaned backward, and pushed her arms behind her. The blonde’s fingers brushed hers as they fumbled for each end of the clasp.
“You could always,” Willow suggested, “leave it. I mean, if you put it back together, who’s to say I won’t just get stuck again?”
Tara grinned up at Willow and slowly brought her arms back around to encircle her girlfriend. She whispered, “O-okay,” as she leaned in and claimed the redhead’s mouth. Her lips tingled as Willow hummed against her mouth.
Willow could feel goose bumps erupt on Tara’s arm as she ran her fingers slowly up and under the sleeve of the shirt. As she reached the blonde’s shoulder, she dragged her nails softly across the skin until reaching the strap of her bra. Flexing her thin fingers around the strap, her hand began it slow descent, taking with it, the thin elastic band of Tara’s bra.
Tara helped Willow by moving her arm enough to allow the strap to slide down her arm. Once this was accomplished, she ran her fingers through Willow’s hair, cupped the back of her head and deepened their kiss.
Realizing she wouldn’t be able to reach the other strap with Tara lying on her side, Willow grunted. Slowly, she pulled her head back, softly and sadly breaking their kiss. Tara opened her eyes and pouted a little until she felt Willow’s hands on her side, trying to move her.
Tara slid away from the edge of the couch and turned on her back as the redhead suspended herself over the blonde, her knees digging into the couch and her palms flat on the armrest. As Willow lowered herself, she pressed her body against her girlfriend and ran her fingers through Tara’s hair.
Smiling elfishly, she dipped her head and once again took possession of Tara’s mouth. The blonde cooed into Willow’s mouth and brought her hands up to stroke the redhead’s cheeks and neck.
Willow, her hand repeating its earlier trek up the blonde’s arm, remembered why she had moved into this intimate position. As she drew the strap down, she smiled and her heart swelled at her fingers triumph. Running her fingers up Tara’s warm stomach, Willow found the loose undergarment and pulled on it, dragging it down the blonde’s torso.
“Willow,” Tara whispered raggedly, “maybe we should, uhm, take this upstairs?”
Shaking her head, Willow grunted, wanting Tara’s lips on hers again.
“Sweetie,” the blonde said, giggling, “what if Buffy or, uhm, Dawnie comes home?”
“Then they get to see how beautiful you are,” Willow said, trying not to think about it. Her green eyes were gazing at Tara’s mouth with want.
“Willow!” Tara said, somewhat shocked. She playfully slapped Willow’s arm and tried to sit up. “Sweetie, I’m serious, wh-what if Mrs. Summers comes home?”
Sighing grandly, Willow sat up, straddling the blonde. “Okay, we’ll go upstairs,” she relented.
Tara smiled gratefully and watched as Willow stood. As Willow walked to the stairs, Tara moved to the television to turn the video off, but was cut off by her impatient girlfriend.
“That can wait,” Willow said, her voice lower than Tara was used to.
End Part 13
"I smell the smelly smell of something that smells smelly!" (SpongeBob Squarepants)
by hellmouthhottie20 » Sat Jun 22, 2002 9:32 am 
Very sweet update and well worth the wait.
at: 7/9/02 10:56:04 am
