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Title: The Holiday Fic 2002
Authors: Katharyn and Forrister.
Disclaimer: Neither Katharyn or myself own these characters. Joss does. (Some people don’t appreciate things they own.)
Rating: R WARNING – Parts of this fic contains smut. Yes, real smut. (I’m not responsible – that’s my co-author’s department.) I’ve been told that R is an appropriate rating for the fic as a whole.
Spoilers: Everything up to the end of Season 5. Season 6 does not exist. (I’m still doing the whole refusal to live in Joss’s reality thing.) I guess you’d call this a post S5 alternate universe. I call it a much nicer place to be.
Summary: Its wet and cold outside, but inside its snug and warm.
Thanks: I’d like to thank all those who have contributed to this story by their comments, suggestions and feedback.
Chapter 5
“Right,” Xander managed to say as he plodded inside the door and set down the last of the bags from the car. “That’s it.”
Everyone turned to look at him only as he sneezed, as if noticing his efforts for the first time. Which was absolutely charming. Here he was, sick and suffering, and not only had he been designated driver and an untipped bellhop, but they hadn’t even realized what he was doing?
Anya came over to him, directing Dawn to the cobwebs in the corner as she did. She kissed him, which felt nice. “Thank you,” she said and kissed him again, this time on the lips.
“An, you shouldn’t,” he told her, “you’ll get it too.”
To show him what she thought of that idea she kissed him again, this time more forcefully. She’d stuck with him though that syphilis thing, so a little cold wasn’t too much of a problem for her. “We’ll be doing more than kissing later,” she said and just knew that everyone had immediately turned their heads away. As usual.
“No,” Xander told her, “we won’t.”
Anya blinked. She pulled back and looked him in the eyes, searching for the tell-tale glimmer of good humour that would show that he was joking. She couldn’t see it. She kissed him again, blinked, pulled back and looked him in the eyes.
He wasn’t joking.
“You don’t love me anymore?” she asked.
Xander sighed. The worst thing about being ill was getting through to Anya that part of being sick was not wanting, or being able, to do some things. She tended to treat it as an exercise in looking after him – rather than seeing how he actually felt. He hated himself for thinking it, but maybe having a cold, a mild one, would do her some good. “I love you more than the world.”
“More than any world?” she asked.
“More than all of them.”
“Then…?” she suggested.
He shook his head. “I’m sick An,” he reminded her.
“Can I take care of you?” she asked. If he really was sick then she could do that. She could be compassionate and take care of him. Again. Xander got sick almost as often as Giles got knocked out which was saying a lot.
“I wish you would,” Xander told her. Then he realized his mistake.
“Right,” Anya announced to the others. “Clear out.”
“Huh?” Dawn asked as she jumped for the cobwebs.
“Xander is sick. I am taking care of him and he needs to go to bed. And being as you put us out in the fold down bed in the living area you’ll all have to go to bed too. Somewhere else,” she told them. That was just the way that it was. Xander was more important than they were. “Not here. With us.”
“But we haven’t had any dinner,” Giles told her, squinting and trying to focus on them. There was just this big white blur and a smaller one he assumed was Anya.
“So?” Anya demanded. That wasn’t her fault. Or Xander’s.
“So we need to have something to eat,” Buffy explained as she came in. “Xander can lie down. We’ll be quiet and we’ll go to bed earlier. But we’re not going yet. Sorry Xander.” She really was. They’d just got here. It was the holidays. And she wasn’t sending Dawn to bed early either.
Anya started to react, as they all knew she would when Xander’s well being was at issue, but it was he who stopped her. “That’ll be fine,” he told them. Shivering. It was still pretty damn cold.
“Are you going to stand there covered in snow?” Dawn asked, “Or do you want to go shake it off?”
“Is it snowing?” he responded weakly, hardly feeling at his best. Now they noticed that he was covered in snow? It just showed how much the cabin needed to warm up before it would be comfy. Five people moving around and the fire that Buffy was trying to start should help with that.
Four people moving. He just wanted to lie very still under a very thick duvet with his box of tissues by his side.
“Right,” Anya said. She’d regrouped. Xander wanted his friends to have a good time, a quiet good time, but a good time all the same. That was because he was a good man. Charitable to those who were less fortunate than he? Even when he was sick. “Everyone leave Xander alone and try to move around as little as possible.”
Buffy rolled her eyes, finally managing to get the fire lit after about ten minutes of trying. And that was with a box of matches. There had to be an easier way than the quest for fire or these very breakable matches that had been by the fire. Perhaps it had been a slayer strength thing.
Giles made no move. He had claimed his place on the couch and would, no doubt, plead blindness to get out of anything. At least until someone started to handle his precious diaries.
Anya was already leading Xander towards the folded down bed no matter how much he might protest that he was perfectly able to make it himself. “Anyone who isn’t blind please turn your back,” Anya declared.
“I’ll just go in the bathroom,” Xander told her. Besides he was keeping his shorts and shirt on. Anything that wasn’t covered in snow. It was still cold as a morgue in the cabin – and he should know… he’d been in a few in his time. Though it was one place he’d never worked in his short and yet incredibly varied series of careers in Sunnydale. He made his way to the bathroom and left Anya there with the rest of them. He didn’t need any help undressing, even if his joints were all aching.
Unpacking, in a blizzard, possibly hadn’t been the wisest choice for someone starting to suffer with a heavy cold.
“Well,” Anya said, “you can still be quiet. It will be good practice.”
“Not doing anything unnecessary,” Buffy asked as she warmed her hands over the burning logs as the flames flickered higher.
“Not making too much noise,” Dawn continued catching her sister’s drift.
“Do you actually want any dinner Anya?” Giles completed. He was starving, he knew that Buffy and Dawn were too – they’d said as much. Dinner was going to mean moving around and noise.
“You can stir fry the beef if you like,” Anya suggested. There were some fresh peppers. She’d seen Dawn start to unpack them after Xander had brought them in from the car. That would be nice.
“Stir Fry?” Dawn wondered. “Quietly.”
“Yes.”
“Perhaps, Anya, you should do the cooking,” Giles suggested. “Show us how it is all done… quietly.” Then he was suddenly silent, realizing the huge mistake he’d just made.
Anya simply looked at him until Dawn spoke up. “Er . . . you just concentrate on taking care of Xander, I’ll take care of dinner.” It was an honest offer, she was getting quite handy in the kitchen nowdays.
Anya rewarded her with a smile, which was good because while she was smiling at Dawn she couldn’t see the look of sheer relief on the faces of Buffy and Giles.
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The sound of the door opening ended Tara’s worrying about Willow. Her baby was back and she was okay. Well…
“Cold,” Willow’s teeth chattered around the word and Tara ran across the room to her.
If it was cold in here then it was way, way colder out there. She pulled the door shut behind Willow and took her over to the fire that she’d, finally, managed to get lit without the benefit of magic. The wood that they had in the fire wouldn’t last too long and there were only a couple of chopped logs otherwise – the rest, if there were any, would be outside somewhere. Still it was enough to get the place, and now Willow, warm. They’d see about the rest in the morning.
She pulled Willow in towards the fire that was just starting to roar in the chimney. “No luck sweetie?” Willow had gone out to see if she could see any lights, or to find out where the nearest phone might be so they could call the others, because this cabin was conspicuously lacking one. It was pretty much lacking most of what people in the late 20th Century would consider vital amenities. At least it had an indoor bathroom and a fridge… even if having been in that bathroom that was kind of the same thing at the moment.
Cold seat…
They didn’t even know if the others had arrived safely… and according to the description Giles had given them there were about ten square miles over which the cabins were dispersed. If the others were here, Willow had said, they could be anywhere. It was a little worrying, but after the long lunch they’d taken it was likely that the others had passed them.
They were supposed to meet up at the picnic site, but in hindsight it was good job that the others had never stopped. It could have proved embarrassing in a… ‘what the heck were we doing? But it was really, really good wasn’t it?’ kind of way.
Tara had let Willow go out there, in their one big coat, only after her love had raised the idea of the others being stuck in the snow somewhere nearby. That was a horrible thought… but ultimately one that they both knew was unrealistic. Why would they be stuck within sight of the cabin? Why not a couple of miles away? Anywhere… it was just one of those comfort things. Just making sure.
Willow wouldn’t be able to sleep otherwise. Neither of them would.
“No, I couldn’t see anything, it got… it got warmer though,” Willow said. Warmer hadn’t been a good thing at all. Warmer when it was snowing not good.
“That’s good,” Tara suggested. Then she saw Willow’s face as they were in the glow of the fire. “That’s not good?”
“Sleet,” Willow managed to say through her chattering teeth again.
Tara felt Willow’s clothes, they were soaked through – and she had been a while out there. Whilst snow might have eventually got her wet, as it melted, sleet would just have soaked straight into the fabric. Willow was lucky that she hadn’t frozen like a snowwoman. Or a Popsicle. Tara pulled her lover right up to the side of the fire that she’d managed to get going. There had been some logs there, in the cabin already, and she’d found a woodshed outside too. There would be some chopping to do, but there was wood – when they needed it. She ran her hands over Willow’s inner clothing and so found that it was all wet as well. The coat was designed for warmth, not to be waterproof. And the snow in her hair was already starting to melt too. It would be all drippy soon.
Towel… she didn’t have a towel and she couldn’t leave Willow like that, she’d get as sick as Xander, worse if either of them had already picked up his cold – though there were no signs of that so far. She unrolled the sleeping bag and started to remove her own clothes. It was time to have a plan. “Come on, get undressed,” Tara instructed her. “Now sweetie.”
“Th-This isn’t the time to get all b-big with the b-butch b-b-baby,” Willow managed to say through teeth that were literally starting to chatter. She’d always thought that was a cartoon thing, outside of the poles. But no, it was real enough now.
“No Will, its time for you to get undressed. You can’t keep those wet clothes on and we need to get you warmed up. There’s the fire, but we don’t have too much wood until I find an axe to chop what there is in the shed, so your going to have to share body heat with me during the night. We need to get you warm again sweetie,” Tara explained to her and when she’d stripped to her own underwear started work on Willow’s sodden clothes as her lovers fingers weren’t looking too nimble.
“Are-are you sure your not just trying to get into my pants?” Willow asked as Tara undressed her. Tara was right of course, she needed to get out of her wet clothes, and all her other stuff was in Giles’ car, which was in a place that was… well outside in the snow and neither of them was going to let what heat the fire had managed to build up out just for those.
Tara smiled as she stripped the wet sweater from Willow’s arms. It wasn't as if her love wasn't always attractive to her and that the idea of snuggling for warmth didn’t have its attractions. “Maybe sweetie, maybe.” She helped Willow off with her jeans and looked up, from her place on her knees, as the woman she loved stood shivering before the fire. She reached for the sleeping bag and unrolled it quickly for Willow. “Get in there sweetie.”
“But the bed,” Willow complained, gesturing to the other side of the room. The bed, in spite of being cold and not near the fire looked kind of comfy. A sleeping bag on the floor was a couple of inches of foam on a hard wooden surface.
“Is well away from the fire. Let yourself get warmed up and we’ll see about the bed later Will,” Tara said and then helped her into the sleeping bag. Even as Willow was protesting she was still obeying Tara’s instruction. I have her well trained, Tara thought to herself. She knows when to listen to me.
She made sure that Willow was in the sleeping bag then made a detour to hang the wet clothes as close to the fire as she could. They might as well get those nice and dry first. And if the fire, by some miracle, was still going in the morning then the clothes would be all snug.
Willow watched her love getting her sorted out and strangely it just made her think of, yet again, how much she loved Tara. It was strange the things that would do that. Just watching Tara, admittedly in her underwear ready for a warming snuggle, walking around the cabin taking care of her… it made her heart swell with pride and with devotion.
How had she ever got this lucky? It was easy, whilst they were snowbound, cold, a little hungry and in the wrong place to forget how lucky she really was to have her baby with her… and as the fire warmed them and she hugged the still quite cool sleeping bag to her, she knew that she never wanted to be this lucky again.
She’d been lucky enough for the whole rest of her life.
Not wanting any more luck. The luck that she’d already had was just fine, thank you very much. She was keeping this piece of luck all to herself – and intended to be kept too.
She smiled, trying to stop her teeth from chattering as Tara came back towards her. “How is it in there?” Tara asked her.
“Empty without you baby,” Willow responded. It wasn’t warm either, the fabric was cold… even if it was warmer than her soaked clothes. “Come here.”
Tara knelt on the open bottom half of the sleeping bag and then slipped inside there with Willow. The material was cool, but Willow’s skin was cooler and a little clammy where she’d got herself wet – which was to say pretty much everywhere. Tara put her arm around her lover and started to rub Willow’s shoulder, then her back, even as she adjusted her position alongside her.
She was so cold. But Tara knew that she’d get her love warm again. She first laid beside Willow, rubbing her skin, then wanting the warming process to work faster she pulled the other woman to her, encouraging Willow to lay in contact with her own skin. Their legs intertwined, whilst Tara’s hands did their work – only breaking to fasten up the sleeping bag as the fire blazed away beside them. She knew that she, at least, was going to be hot here – but they needed to get Willow warmed up, especially before the fire burned down and then there would just be each other’s heat to get them through the night.
In the morning they could hunt around for the axe to chop more firewood, if there wasn’t one in the woodshed. Then they could get their clothes and supplies from the car and see if they could find a way to get in contact with the others. Would they be worrying already? Probably not because there just wasn’t any reason to. Not yet. So they’d missed dinner together. Well she and Willow had eaten plenty at lunchtime.
Mr Giles would probably be worrying about his car – that was true. But it should be okay out there. No worse than where they were in the other cabin – this was a big weather event.
How was it, Willow asked herself, that Tara’s touch made all the cold go away? Where her love’s hands rubbed her… it was like there were heaters in her fingers. Willow could feel herself thawing. Where she lay against Tara’s torso the cold went away, and she knew that she was making Tara cooler. That was how heat exchange worked… She felt the occasional shiver run through Tara. Sorry baby, she thought, I usually make you shiver when you’re already hot. Tara was touching her everywhere. Rubbing her all over and Willow felt herself doing the same thing in return. Not because Tara needed her too, but just the movement helped her warm up – and besides was there any bad at all in running hands over Tara’s almost naked body? Absolutely not. No bad.
Still it was sort of nice to be vulnerable, needy and looked after by Tara, because Tara was just so damn good at it. Her baby always made her feel so special, as if she was the only person that mattered in the entire world – but somehow she made everyone else feel good too. Not good in the same way… but still good.
“We’re all snugly,” Willow said quietly.
“You feeling better now honey?” Tara asked.
“Uh-huh,” Willow breathed, aware that between the caress of her lover and the touching that she herself was doing, there were parts of her that were rather hotter than perhaps Tara had intended them to be. Her toes were still chilly though, so she pulled her foot up Tara’s leg and felt her lover shiver again.
“Damn, those tootsies are cold,” Tara said as she reached down with one hand to rub the foot that had made its way right up to her thigh, warming the toes. The other she tried to help warm up by rubbing her foot against Willow’s at the end of the sleeping bag.
“You warm me up though,” Willow replied.
“I’m trying my best sweetie,” Tara told her as she started to recognize something in Willow’s deliberately innocent features. Willow only ever looked that innocent when she didn’t want to be innocent at all. “Are you taking advantage of my kind hearted nature?” she asked. She was absolutely willing to be taken advantage of in that way.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Willow told her, but she did. She knew exactly what Tara meant. And her lover wasn't wrong either.
“No?” Tara asked, moving her hand from Willow’s toes over the to of her foot to her ankle. Threatening to go further.
“No idea at all, I mean I know you have a wonderful heart,” Willow said, “but I don’t know what you mean about taking advantage.”
“You fill my heart,” Tara told her and continued her hands journey up over her lover’s calf to the tightly bent knee. Willow filled her heart, her soul and her mind… sometimes she had to try really hard to fit anything else into her thoughts at all. It sometimes got in the way of her work for classes. Got in the way in a very lovely way though.
“And you mine baby, but I still don’t know what you mean… I’m just letting you warm me up. Who said I was enjoying it?” Willow asked her as Tara’s hand curved around from the outside of her thigh to the inside and continued upwards.
“No one said that you were enjoying it… until you did just then,” Tara observed and brought her hand to rest between Willow’s legs against cotton that wasn’t cold at all – but was certainly just a little damp.
Tara didn’t think that was due to the sleet and snow… not only that anyway.
Willow grinned. “You caught me out baby.”
“I did, didn’t I?” Tara asked rhetorically and let her hand linger right there. There was no reason that she shouldn’t pay as much full contact attention to that place as there was to any other part of Willow now was there? It was only fair to pay attention to everywhere equally. She wouldn’t want to neglect her duties.
Willow closed her eyes and reveled in the sensations of Tara rubbing her there, caressing a part of her that was far from numb with cold. If she was thawing out then she knew where the melt water was going. Right to the source of the heat. There might even be steam soon, if Tara kept doing what she was doing.
Both of them knew that, in the sleeping bag, there was no real freedom to do anything more than they were and so without a word being spoken it was agreed that was going to be the pattern of their lovemaking. That was fine. That was more than fine. It wouldn’t be the first time and it wouldn’t be the last either. In fact the first time, for Tara, that she’d caressed Willow like this, through her panties had been in the reference section of the College Library in those wild, wild few days after they’d first made love. When continuing to make love, constantly, seemed more important than the chance of getting caught.
Sometimes they went back to those wild, wild days – though not back to the reference section. Not for that anyway. Reference sections were now for reference… not for fumblings.
Until today and the picnic lunch there had never been a deliberate ‘I want the danger of being seen’ thing going on, but like any couple, they’d snatched a few opportunities that came their way. Danger was one thing… certainty of being caught was something that they never, ever, wanted. That was why the car had been positioned so carefully.
Sliding her fingers along Willow, feeling the thickened folds part beneath the cotton, took her right back there, to the library. Hadn’t she…? It was tough to remember in the wealth of loving memories that time had generated… but she was pretty sure that she’d taken things quickly – not wanting to get caught and thrown out of College. Thrown out and away from Willow. It had been less making love and more a quick fumble designed to get her lover to climax. She’d pulled every trick she’d learnt in the hours of loving Willow prior to that to help her baby to the point where she’d been forced to clamp her lips over Willow’s own to stifle the cry.
This time she was going slower. More teasing. More deliberate with it though. Quick wasn’t the intention. Prolonged heat was.
Ohhhh. Willow wasn’t sure if she let that expression sound out loud, just breathed it or whether it was all in her head, but Tara’s touch made sure that there was another one very, very quickly. Willow made sure that she allowed that new sound to slip from out between her lips even as Tara’s fingers went the other way.
“You…” Tara seemed to be having trouble finding the words “seem to be warmer now sweetie.”
“Getting hot,” Willow admitted as her foot, in a reflex action, stroked Tara’s leg and her hand followed the same pattern on Tara’s flank.
“I can tell,” Tara said. Willow… she loved to give pleasure to Willow. To know that she could demonstrate her passion as well as her love… well that had the same sort of effect on her. She was getting warmer, much warmer too. “Maybe I should stop,” she teased.
“Nnno. Don’t stop,” Willow pleaded. She knew that there was next to no way that Tara was going to but when her baby teased her like that she had to respond. It was automatic, a reflex as much as pushing herself into Tara’s delightful hand and the searching fingers. Tara had withdrawn from within her after that one brief probe and instead she’d sought out the heart of Willow’s passion, circling it, as she’d very quickly found out that Willow loved. How many such circles had she drawn? Thousands and thousands. A tiny fraction of the number that was to come.
Back then, when Tara had first discovered that, Willow had been shocked that she was so easy to read. That Tara could figure out how to bring her to such ecstasy so quickly that she’d actually had to slow it down. From the start, approaching their love had been hesitant – as had been building up to their first time together… but once they’d reached that point… oh things had moved quickly.
“You won’t overheat will you?” Tara asked her as her fingers danced around the swollen nub.
“I…I’ll blow off some steam soon,” Willow gasped, trying to keep up her end of the conversation – with all of its meanings.
“Soon?” Tara asked her and deliberately brushed her fingers once more directly over Willow’s clit.
“Unnn… soon baby, soon.” It was all that she could manage. Tara just knew her too well… and her whole body was attuned to Tara and her caresses. So much so that sometimes Tara seemed to know what she needed and when better than she did. Sometimes she would find herself surprised at Tara’s caresses… but she also knew that it was precisely what was going to tip her over the edge, or allow her to pull back… so that they could build up to the edge of her climax once more. Maybe more than once more.
Tara always knew. Tara always… ohhhh Tara always knew.
“See,” Tara murmured a few minutes later, “this place isn’t so bad.”
“Some of the comforts of home,” Willow acknowledged as she lay beside her lover. “The important ones.”
“I imagine that there might be a few times that we’ll need to keep warm…” she suggested in response.
Willow kissed her briefly. “I think so,” she said. “Even when we get some more wood. Keeping warm will be very important…” It was one of the first rules of survival.
“And we have a good portion of the food,” Tara suggested. “No need to panic about that yet.” She reached behind Willow and undid her bra before she unfastened her own and they struggled in the confines of the single, but large, sleeping bag to remove them.
Willow wiggled. “Can we at least use the bed tomorrow?” she asked.
“You don’t like this?” Tara asked her.
“No… I like it. It’s all…” Willow ran her fingers up between them to Tara’s breasts, “…comfy and snug.”
”But it could be more comfy?” Tara asked, laughing.
That was just it, it could be more comfy but now that she was in, now that she was warm and she was with her love, this place didn’t seem so bad at all. Basic, but cosy. As long as they got the supplies sorted out they could have a good time here.
A good time together.
They could be good time girls. For each other.
They both loved Buffy and Dawn, but things could get a little… too cosy in other ways to be able to be totally themselves in the Summers’ house. This… this could be nicer. Just for a little while.
It was time that it did start getting nicer Willow decided.
“The light of the fire makes pretty patterns on your hair,” she said to Tara as she watched the flickering play over her lover’s pale skin as well.
“Your hair’s always on fire,” Tara replied slipping a hand up from the warm place in the bag to touch that hair and watch the dancing light caress it.
Willow smiled, “Sometimes the fire is burning hotter,” she said.
“Mmm, I think you’re right. Sometimes you, we, get really hot,” Tara was more than happy to play along in Willow’s little word game because it hearlded not sleep, and it was early yet, but… well more.
“We really do,” Willow confirmed and allowed her hand to cup Tara’s firm breast. That was one place that got warm… not the warmest place though. No, there was somewhere else that got far warmer than that as flesh swelled.
Tara let her head fall back, anticipating that it would be caught by a pillow as Willow held her stroked at her nipple. Instead her head hit the thin padding at the top of the sleeping bag. “Ow.”
It hadn’t really hurt, it was just like the shock really. She’d left the pillows, thin as they were, up on the bed and she’d meant to bring them down here before fastening them in. She looked round and could see them taunting her up there, on the other side of the small cabin. As pillows did sometimes.
“Oh baby,” Willow joked kissing her nose as her head lay back. “You want the pillows?”
“I think we might need them,” Tara told her. But she really didn’t want to get out of the sleeping bag and let their merged heat dissipate. Besides there was a little draft back there by the bed and that would be… Brrrr. “Otherwise we’ll have stiff necks in the morning.”
Willow knew what stiff necks meant, aside from obviously the pain. A lack of flexibility and flexibility was important sometimes. But she didn’t want to get up again either, she’d just warmed up thanks to her sweet Tara. And she didn’t want to be left alone either. “We can roll,” she suggested.
“Roll sweetie?”
“To the bed, reach up, grab the pillows and come back here to the fire,” Willow said. “All without stopping with the snugly fun.” It should work in theory, it was just a matter of timing and cooperation and those were something that they usually had down really well.
Tara looked doubtful though. That wasn’t going to anything but funny… if you were watching. There could be some interesting friction though.
“We can do it,” Willow assured her and knew that once she kissed Tara there wouldn’t be any more doubts. That was the way that things worked wasn't it? A kiss made everything work out for the best. And that was the way that it worked this time too.
“How do you, you know… think we should start?” Tara asked her. The sleeping bag was pretty snug after all when occupied by two. That had been an attraction in the warming up stakes and now it was a handicap?
“Well…” Willow experimented with how much they could actually move. She could get on top of Tara and then from there she could set them going by rolling off her again – as long as Tara compensated and followed her. Part of it was just a straight roll, it was the turning around to get the open end up towards the bed that was going to be tricky, but that should be possible – if they got the angles right. She moved on top of Tara and her lover smiled, obviously not minding the weight, as they rolled completely over from that position until it was reversed and they were a little way towards their destination.
“You like it up there?” Willow asked her mischievously.
Tara involved herself in a little beneath-the-covers caressing by way of an immediate answer… and being as they were pretty much all under the covers she could do whatever she pleased. “I like it.”
Willow rolled them again, though only because Tara let them and their positions were back where they’d started but half way to their destination with that movement.
“Hmm,” Tara said to her with a wide smile. “I say I like it and you just have to get back on top huh? You can’t help yourself can you sweetie?”
“Not when I’m with you, no,” Willow told her. Being on top wasn't a big thing – because Tara didn’t mean symbolically so much as the actual physical position. The symbolism… well they might still be having that delicious little struggle in a few more years. The way that they were going in both enjoying the other, wherever she was.
Still another flip and they were almost there, time to wiggle around and try and get an arm out to where pillows could be snagged. Wiggling, to Tara, was even more fun that rolling. Wiggling was flesh rubbing against flesh. Wiggling was pressure in places that desired that still pressure.
Wiggling was definitely heating things up again, and when Willow reached for the pillow, stretching over her lover’s face to get there, Tara found herself with a very tempting target that she just couldn’t resist locking on to. She sucked Willow’s hanging nipple into her mouth and realized that her love her had actually paused, supporting herself there so that she could savor the feel of Tara’s mouth on her for just a little longer than would be needed to grab the pillow.
So it was Willow’s arms strength, holding herself up, or it was Tara’s neck strength as she moved to capture that now taut nipple. Who could hold out the longest – the giver of sensation or the recipient? Who had the greater desire?
Well on the basis that Willow’s, temporarily at least, had been sated through a quivering, moaning, clasping orgasm Tara was guessing that it was hers. She wasn’t sure how Willow could have a greater desire than she had… But of course she had. She was Willow. She wanted to smile, but her mouth was full of her woman and that was always wonderful to know, feel and savor.
Willow, in her turn, savored the kisses, the sucking and the nibbling for as long as she could before her arm started to shake. It was all that was supporting her above Tara and the height wasn’t allowing her to lock her arm out – it was pure muscle. Eventually she was forced to bring her other hand to support herself and then her hanging breast as she looked at Tara’s face, was pulled from her love’s mouth.
She heard Tara sigh. She felt herself moan and grabbed the pillows from the bed then moved back down into the sleeping bag, feel Tara’s warm tongue lick from her breast to her throat and when she was level once more press itself into her mouth. This time there would be no rolling – she was staying on top. The wiggling had got Tara excited, she could tell from the heavier breathing, so wriggling it would be. Keeping hold of the pillows she started to encourage Tara to move them back. She’d hoped that she could keep their lips together but no such luck. They inched their way along the floor, but though she was moving as much as Tara, Willow knew that she wasn't really helping – at least not helping with the movement. Her wriggling was strictly to bring her into contact with those parts of Tara’s body that maybe needed her touch the most. The breasts rubbing against each other. Her thigh slipping between Tara’s as her lover moved them back towards the fire.
But that was okay, not helping, because not all of Tara’s movements were really about the movement were they? The way that she rubbed up against Willow’s thigh? No that wasn't helping with the movement at all. Except perhaps that Tara got more and more desperate to get back in front of the fire. She maneuvered them around and last shift was a roll because Tara wanted it to be. Tara was on top of her now and that was just fine too.
This time it was Willow’s lips that were on Tara’s nipple. She moved so that she could bring Willow’s raise thigh between her spread legs again and as her lover sucked at her she rubbed and pressed herself into the smooth skin, feeling it slip across her panties and dragging the fabric deliciously over her own most tender flesh. And Willow pushed back… Willow was always ready to support her when she needed something. Support her.
Caress her.
Suck her.
Rub her.
Get her off. She moaned and heard it echo around the spartan wooden walls of the cabin. The sounds of the passion Willow was inspiring in her sounded almost as good as they felt. She closed her eyes and let her hair hang down into her lovers face.
She could have… she really could… but….
Willow wasn't going to let it happen that way, that was more being used than giving anything to her baby. That was why she reached down, caressing Tara’s stomach and belly as her baby continued to rub herself into her.
That was why she insinuated her hand between Tara’s skin and her panties, between her legs, sought out Tara’s clit and let her fingers be the stimulation that Tara needed. All the stimulation that Tara needed. The cries that echoed around the cabin were much louder than the gentle snores that followed a little while afterwards.
The fire lasted longer than they’d thought.
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Sede! Volve! Ecce, Latine scit. Felis bonem!
(Sit! Roll over! See, she understands Latin. Good Kitty!)
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A picnic table....
Anya keeping Xander's eyes on the road, heh...riiiight.
And then with the Scoobs seein them!!! I haven't laughed so hard in a while! 
Brilliant! 
