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TITLE: Lessons In Love
AUTHOR: Laragh
CHAPTER RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: Joss, UPN, FOX, ME and anyone else associated with the television show Buffy The Vampire Slayer own the characters of Willow and Tara and anyone else who may appear, I am simply a lowly viewer, trying to write some happier situations for, who I consider, the greatest TV couple ever.
SUMMARY: Highschool fic! You guys know I'm bad at summaries, so I’m gonna go with my standard 'happy, light reading’
SPOILERS: Completely AU, so I doubt any. At most, the odd reference or piece of dialogue. Not supernatural, no way am I smart enough to write a magic fic
FEEDBACK: I love it.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, so my laptop broke down this morning. I wrote/am posting on my friend's laptop at the moment and I should be able to keep up with my daily updates (hopefully ) but if for some reason my posts stop, that's why. But I promise I will try to get this fixed asap. Thanks for reading!
Chapter 27 ********
Previously: Quote:
“Well what did you have to tell her?” Anya asked this time.
Xander looked between the two girls with a remorseful look on his face, like he was sorry he was the one who had to break this news and sighed.
“That Tara’s cheating on her.”
“Do you wanna slap him first or should I?” Anya asked Buffy, both of them staring at him in horror.
“I don’t know why you would ever think that, Xander Harris, but there is a snowballs chance in hell that either of those two are cheating on each other. I can’t believe you told Willow that!” Buffy said, having to make a pointed effort to keep her voice down.
“But I have proof!” Xander tried to reason, surprised by his girlfriend and best friend’s such strong reaction. He’d been upset too when he realised, but this was a whole other ball game.
The girls stared at him in disbelief.
“Fine. Prove it,” Anya challenged.
She normally thought anyone was capable of causing a loved one pain, she had seen her own parents marriage break up right in front of her, had seen them argue day after day and night after night until eventually they had both stopped caring and had deigned to live separate lives while still living under the same roof, both having affairs that the other didn’t acknowledge. Anya wished they would just split up already and stop the faking, but figured that would just bring about a whole lot of lawyers, going back and forth between two homes and the possibility of actually having to move away from Sunnydale. So she kept up the pretence her parents did, that they were all happy in their home life.
All other aspects were good for her, she figured: a boyfriend she really did love, a group of friends who she actually felt liked her, regular orgasms and plenty of guilt money from her parents, so she could forget about other things. But the thought that Tara, easily her closest friend of the group, could be doing anything to hurt Willow was utterly ridiculous in her mind, they meant the world to each other, an idiot with a bag over his head could see that.
“I saw something. In her bag,” Xander said, as if that explained everything.
“Well, what was it? If it was a photograph of her and some girl, it could’ve just been a friend from Jersey,” Buffy tried to reason.
“No, not a photograph…” Xander trailed off and sighed, “She had a box of pills. You know, The Pill. I recognised it ‘cause Anya takes the same one. I know this is shocking, that Tara would-”
He was cut off by Buffy and Anya hitting him simultaneously, on either arm.
“Ow!” Xander said, trying to hold onto both of his arms, basically giving himself a hug in the process.
The girls looked at each other and rolled their eyes.
“Xander, The Pill is not just used for contraception,” Buffy explained, “She could have a condition that she doesn’t want us knowing about ‘cause its
private … or acne or something. Jeez Xander, you can’t just go around accusing…”
“Well how was I supposed to know that?” Xander spluttered.
“You could’ve, I dunno, discussed it with us first,” Anya said with a ‘duh’ expression, “Or even went to Tara. I’m sure if you asked what the deal was ‘cause you were concerned, she would’ve told you.”
“Oh god,” Xander said, hanging his head in his hands, “I just thought… I just didn’t want Willow getting hurt.”
Anya softened as she saw her boyfriend’s turmoil. She looked at Buffy, who sighed.
“We know, Xand. And I’m sure Tara will calm Willow down enough to know that too,” Buffy said and gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder, “But be prepared to apologise. To
both of them. Tara’s not gonna like being accused anymore than Willow liked hearing it.”
Xander nodded his head. He knew he messed up. He just hoped he hadn’t lost his oldest friend in the process.
***
Willow was quietly seething in the passenger seat of Alexis as Tara drove out of the carpark.
“Do you want me to go anywhere in particular?” Tara asked quietly.
Willow turned and looked into concerned eyes and tried to give a small smile.
“Is there anyone at your house?”
“No. Mom’s at work.”
“Can we go there?”
Tara nodded and turned left in the general direction of her house. She was glad Willow had suggested there, it was the closest home to school so it wouldn’t take long to get there and it gave them a quiet place to talk. Unless of course Willow didn’t want to talk and just needed some quiet away from the school, she could deal with that too. As anxious as she was about what had happened, as much as she wanted to know, her first priority was her girlfriend and giving her whatever she needed. She pulled into her driveway a couple of minutes later and got out of the car, rushing around to open Willow’s door before she did. They walked into the house in silence and Willow went straight to Tara’s bedroom, grabbing a pillow and sitting on her bed, hugging the pillow to her.
Tara stood in the doorway, not sure whether Willow wanted her around or not and stayed quiet.
“That bastard,” Willow spat out after a second.
Tara took that as a sign she was welcome in the room and went to sit on the end of the bed.
“Do you wanna tell me what happened?” she asked softly.
Willow nodded and took a deep breath.
“He told me you were cheating on me,” Willow said venomously.
“He…I…What?!” Tara asked in shock, “Why would he think I was cheating… Wait, you know I’m not, right? That I would never, ever, in a million ye-”
“I know,” Willow interrupted, “But apparently Xander doesn’t. That he could even think you would do that… I mean he sees one little box and goes jumping to all these conclusions, doesn’t even take the time to get his facts straight and accuses
my girlfriend, the love of
my life of being a cheater. And with a boy, no less. Why do guys not get the whole ‘gay’ thing. I mean, first that Melvyn guy and well, maybe he didn’t know I was gay, but still, and now Xander thinks you’re sleeping with a guy too. Like we all secretly want them. Stupid TV, that’s whose fault it is. Making all the lesbians sleep with men.”
“Are you really mad at the TV?”
“No, I’m mad at Xander!”
“Okay, okay,” Tara soothed, moving up to sit beside her girlfriend and pulling her head down to rest on her shoulder, “Why does he think I’m sleeping with a guy?”
“Remember how you told me he helped pick your stuff up, then ran away all weird?”
“Yea?”
“So he picked up your pencil case and your pills and saw the name, Anya has the same ones or something and he assumed.”
“My pills…” Tara said, then understanding dawned, “Oh. The birth control pills. I’m guessing he doesn’t know they can be used to regulate your periods too, huh?”
“Evidently not. But like, if he’d just said, ‘listen, I saw something and just wanted to check it out’ to me, I would’ve been like, ‘don’t worry, Xand, she’s told me about them, they’re not for what you think.’ But no, he just says ‘Tara’s cheating on you.’ And then he started going on about it being with a guy and that I shouldn’t feel bad, that you clearly just needed something I couldn’t provide and that’s when I slapped him.”
Tara was reeling slightly, she couldn’t deny she was hurt that anyone would think she would cheat on her girlfriend, but she could see how things could have looked from Xander’s point of view. As far as he was aware, the pills she had had only one purpose and her possession of them would look suspect. He definitely went about the whole thing the wrong way and without doubt worded things horribly, but in the end all he was doing was looking out for Willow, and Tara was glad that people cared about her girlfriend so much.
“I know this probably isn’t what you want to hear, but he was just looking out for you,” she said and dropped a kiss on top of the smaller girl’s head.
Willow pulled back from the embrace and gaped at Tara.
“How can you be defending him? What he said was out of line.”
“I agree… And I’m not gonna say I’m not hurt… but if I though someone was doing something that would cause you pain… I might not react completely level-headedly either. He loves you, Will, he’s your oldest friend. He just wants you to be happy.”
“You are much too forgiving.”
“Deny I’m right…”
“I can’t. You’re always right,” Willow said with a grin, feeling a bit better about the whole thing. She wasn’t ready to be as forgiving as the brunette, not yet anyway, but she could see Xander’s side of things.
“Yea, and don’t you forget it,” Tara grinned back, “I love you.”
Willow leaned over and met Tara’s lips in a needy kiss, pushing her tongue forward to stroke it’s twin. She pulled back and looked at the brunette with vulnerable eyes.
“Show me?” she asked in a small voice.
Tara nodded, seeing Willow needed to feel their love right now, needed some comfort. She knew they still had a large chunk of their lunch hour left and went back to their kiss, languidly caressing Willow’s tongue with her own. As the kiss got more and more heated, she brought her hand under the redhead’s t-shirt and rubbed her hand over the flesh of her stomach for a few moments before reaching up to cup a breast through her bra.
Willow, meanwhile, was quickly undoing the buttons on the brunette’s blouse and had it slipped off her shoulders in record time. She reached behind with one hand and swiftly unsnapped her girlfriend’s bra. Tara pulled back from the kiss, letting her bra fall off her.
“You’re getting faster and faster at taking my bra off,” she said with a smirk.
“I think it’s a skill you’ll find is very advantageous,” Willow smirked back, letting a hand come up to fondle the flesh of the taller girl’s exposed breasts.
Tara moaned her approval at the touch and tugged at the waistband of her lover’s pants, grabbing onto the fabric of her panties as she pulled both garments off of the redhead. When they were off, she lay both of them down sideways on the bed and slid two fingers through her girlfriend’s slit.
“You’re really wet,” she said twisting her fingers around to gather as much wetness as she could.
“Only for you,” Willow responded promptly, slightly breathless.
“Mmhh, good,” Tara replied dreamily. then leaned in for another kiss as she started pinching the redhead’s clit lightly.
Willow groaned into the kiss and let her own hand move downwards to pull Tara’s skirt up over her hips and yanked at her panties, accidentally tearing them right off her body.
“Doesn’t matter,” Tara said quickly, pulling back from the kiss for only a second, before reclaiming her lover’s lips.
The brunette moved to lie on her back and pulled Willow on top of her, pulling her t-shirt over her head and unhooking her bra. The redhead decided that the skirt pooled around Tara’s hips was still far too much clothing and fumbled slightly to try and find the button, releasing it when she did and pushing it down, feeling her girlfriend kick it off. She sighed when she felt the full body contact with them both naked and brought her hand down to Tara’s centre, the brunette still providing a steady friction on her own clit as they kissed.
Tara groaned and pulled away from the kiss as she felt Willow enter her straight away with two fingers and starting moving her own hips.
“I love when you’re inside me,” she said, looking up into the redhead’s eyes as she brought her own hand down and thrust inside.
“Love being inside you,” Willow grunted out, moving her own hips against her girlfriend’s fingers.
They moved in and out of each other, their breasts rubbing together in their ministrations, the only sounds in the room being the constant grunting and groaning and occasional gasp. Tara could feel the sweat pouring out of her body and could see the light sheen on Willow’s skin.
She spotted an errant drop begin to form at her lover’s collarbone and fall down between her breasts and dropped her head to lick it up. She stayed nuzzling there for a second until the strain on her neck got too much and she let her head drop back onto the pillow, watching Willow move above her, her eyes shut tight and head thrown back, making the tendons on her neck stand out. She licked her lips at the sight.
“You’re so hot,” she groaned, dizzy with arousal, “Ugh, god and you make me feel so good. Give me some more, Will, stretch me out for you.”
“You want more?” Willow asked with a growl, opening her eyes and looking down, “Beg for it.”
Tara felt her heart begin to beat furiously at the feral look in her lover’s eyes and at her words. This was raw and needy and passionate and Tara knew it was exactly what they both needed after what had happened, knowing that it didn’t matter what someone else thought about their relationship, they loved and wanted each other to such a fierce degree that that ended up being all that mattered.
“Please give it to me,” Tara said, deciding to fully comply with her lover’s request for begging, “Give it to me, I need it, I need you. I need you pumping in and out of my pussy. Feel how wet it is? All for you, Willow, so please, fuck me, fuck me hard.”
Willow growled again as she heard Tara speak, feeling herself almost come at just the words, so much more than she’d expected and just so damn…hot.
“I’ll give it to you,” she said and heard a long moan when she slipped two more fingers inside, “Fuck me harder too.”
Tara eagerly complied and slipped a third finger inside as she quickened her movements.
“I’m gonna come, Willow,” she gasped out only a minute later, the four fingers inside her hitting against her sweet spot at every thrust.
“Flick my clit,” Willow said in that same demanding tone she’d used earlier, turning Tara on even more, “And I’ll come with you.”
Tara let her thumb find her girlfriend’s clit and started flicking it in fast strokes.
“Ugh, yes,” Willow spoke again, dropping her forehead against Tara’s shoulder, “You gonna come Tara?”
“Fuck yea,” Tara panted, having tried to keep herself on the edge until the smaller girl was ready.
“Do it, baby. I’m right there with you.”
“You are?”
“God yes. I’m gonna come all over your fingers.”
Tara brought her free hand up to hold Willow’s head, clutching her to her shoulder tightly as felt the orgasm start in her toes and radiate right through her in what felt like never-ending bliss.
“Ohh…Ohh…WILLOW! Oh yes, Willow, WILLOW!”
“Fuck yes, yes, yes, yes… All this come, it’s all for you, Tara, all for you… Tara, Tara, Tara, TARA!”
Willow used her spare hand to cup one of Tara’s breasts as she came, roughly digging her fingernails into the flesh as the pleasure shot from nerve to nerve. She could feel the brunette still contracting wildly around her fingers and it just made her own orgasm last longer. With one final shudder she slowly pulled her fingers out and felt Tara do the same.
Looking up to meet Tara’s eyes she slowly sucked each finger into her mouth and watched the brunette lick her own clean as well. She shuffled up slightly so their heads were next to each other.
“Your come tastes amazing,” she whispered in her girlfriend’s ear.
“Ohh, still doing the dirty talk. In that case,” Tara replied and lowered her voice to a whisper for the next bit too, “Your come is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted in my life. It’s like luscious nectar.”
Willow kissed the brunette’s neck and rolled off so they could look at each other. She removed her hand from her lover’s breast in the process and saw the deep nail marks embedded in them. She was surprised when she felt almost proud of the marks, not apologetic like she normally would. Tara followed her eye line.
“I love it when you mark me. Shame I can’t show these ones off, show the world who I belong to.”
Willow smiled at her and traced her jaw line with her thumb.
“I feel like I should be apologising or checking that you’re okay with those,” she nodded towards the marks, “And with how…forceful I was, but I dunno, it just…it felt great.”
“It felt great to me too,” Tara reassured, “Everything was so…I dunno, erotic or something.”
“Yes, exactly!” Willow nodded her head, then sighed, “God, I love that we can be like that. I really needed to feel…just us.”
“Mmhh, yea, I know what you mean…How are you feeling about the other stuff?”
“I…I guess I feel bad about slapping him… I’m still mad that he’d think that about you, but I’ll apologise for the slap.”
“You guys’ll work it out,” Tara said with a smile and glanced at her clock, “If we head back in the next ten minutes, you’ll have a chance to talk to him before class.”
“Yea…yea, that’s probably a good idea. Ugh, means we have to move though.”
“Well now that might be a problem… I think I’m gonna we walking funny for a week.”
“And I don’t think I’m gonna be able to concentrate in class for a while…I’m just gonna hear you whispering ‘give it to me’ in my ear over and over again,” Willow smirked.
“If you keep talking like that you’re gonna start something we can’t finish…”
“Yea, alright,” Willow said and swung herself off the bed, “But only if you promise you’ll scream it for me later.”
“That is a deal,” Tara said and got up as well, going over to her dresser, “Do you need some panties?”
“Yes, please…mine got all wet somehow.”
Tara grinned at her and threw a pair of panties across the room. They got dressed quickly and Tara grabbed some fruit for the two of them, not having had a chance to eat with all the commotion and they ate in car as they headed back to school. When they arrived, they went back to the table and saw Xander, Anya and Buffy still sitting there. Xander jumped up as they approached.
“Before you say anything, Tara, I wanna apologise for jumping to conclusions. You’re one of the sweetest girls I’ve ever met and I can’t think of anyone better for Willow.”
“Thank you Xander,” Tara said with a genuine smile as they sat at the table, “But you pissed off my girlfriend a helluva lot more than me.”
“I know,” Xander said with a scared look on his face.
“Chill, Xand, I’m not gonna slap you again,” Willow said when she saw the look, “And I’m sorry for slapping you the first time. I shouldn’t have done that. I can…understand where your concerns were. But what you said wasn’t fair. To either of us. Tara would never cheat on me, and uh, I can
provide whatever she needs.”
“I know. I really am sorry. I just… assumed. Won’t be doing that again; makes an ass outta you and me.”
“I’d tell you what the pills are for, Xander, but it’s, um, girly stuff and I think it might just make you more uncomfortable,” Tara interjected.
“No, no, it’s your own business anyway. I shouldn’t be prying… and I should’ve respected the privacy of your relationship.”
Willow quirked an eyebrow at him and had to stifle a giggle.
“Did Buffy or Anya tell you to say that?”
“Buffy,” Xander admitted sheepishly, “But I believe it.”
“I’m willing to forgive and forget if you are,” Willow said.
“I have nothing to forgive…but I’d like that a lot…Tara?”
“I’m with, Willow, Xand, forgive and forget.”
“Oh you guys are the greatest,” Xander said, jumping up and wrapping his arms around both of them, “Again, I’m so sorry.”
He pulled back and went back to his seat a happy smile on his face.
Tara stood up and pulled her bag onto her shoulder.
“I have to go get my books before class,” she said to the group, before turning to Xander, giving him a wink, “But don’t worry, Xand, It’s just books. I’m not going to meet my secret lover or anything.”
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*did I just say that I love sex..God,,open mouth insert foot much 
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Tara wouldn't cheat on Willow 
and they actually corrupted each other, didn't they? 
