Rating: I hate to put NC17 because it usually means naughty and kinky, and I can’t see anything as beautiful as this as that.
Pairing: Willow/Tara
Summary: Willow plans a romantic evening for Tara to help both witches get over the pain of Buffy’s death.
Disclaimer: All belongs to God Joss, blah blah blah.
Willow blew gently on the smoldering sulfur tip, the scent of burnt ash and wood swirling up to tease her nose. She flicked the spent match into the trash, gazing around at her handy work. Soft candlelight flickered throughout the bedroom, creating shifting shadows and a romantic glow. Their sandalwood scent filled the room, making the air heady and thick with the seductive, earthy aroma. A trail of pink rose petals led from the doorway to the bed, a few handfuls splashed carelessly over the down-turned sheets. Willow herself positively sparkled. Her flame-red hair was pulled up into a demure knot high on her head, leaving her white throat bare. A few stray tendrils escaped and curled slightly, framing her face. Her slender, pale body was covered in a silk swath the color of honeyed amber. It was completely sheer and she wore nothing underneath, her rosy nipples barely peaking through the shimmering material. She took the room in once more, making sure everything was perfect. Of course it was. She’d made sure of that. Tonight…would be perfect.
At the sound of the front door closing, the redheaded witch jumped slightly. Dawn was staying the night at a friend’s house, and Buffy…Buffy was dead. It had been two months now. Willow’s heart still ached with the loss of her best friend. But if things went as she’d planned…no, she wouldn’t think of that tonight. Tonight was special. Tonight was about healing the pain. Tonight was about living.
Willow fidgeted nervously, hearing footsteps treading up the stairs. She struck a sexy pose, then another, then another as she tried to discover what position would better allure her lover. She was still in the process of finding her sexiest stance when the door opened with a soft creak and she froze, mid-switch, and squealed-
“Tara!”
Tara glances up sharply at her lover’s shriek, dropping her bag in the process.
“Will! W-what’s wrong? I-is something wrong?” she stutters, rushing in and closing the door.
“No! I mean, um--hey baby…” she purrs the last bit, her voice dropping as she lowers her eyes and smiles slightly, her lips curving up seductively.
Tara looks momentarily confused at Willow’s odd behavior, then finally takes in the atmosphere of the room. A soft smile graces her full lips as she walks slowly towards her lover, eyes darkening appreciatively at her appearance. She dips her finger into a candle, letting the wax coat her fingertip. She looks back up at Willow, bringing her finger to her lips and blowing softly as the wax hardens. She stops in front of her girlfriend and gives her a melting look.
“Are you trying to seduce me, honey?” she murmurs.
Willow smiles shyly, looking down at the floor, then flickering her eyes back up to her girl in a mischevious manner.
“So what if I am?” she asks, her voice soft and breathy.
Tara grins and slides her wax-tipped finger slowly across Willow’s collarbone, until it dips down in the valley of her throat. Willow gasps at the warmth of the wax, and at her lover’s touch. She smiles wickedly and takes Tara’s hand, drawing it away from her skin. She slowly guides her towards the bed, peeling the wax away from her girlfriend’s finger as she does so.
“Hey, who’s doing the seducing here?” the redhead repremands.
Tara laughs slightly, her breath suddenly catching in her throat as Willow’s tongue flickers out to briefly soothe the hot flesh of her fingertip where the wax had been. She shivers as Will’s small, wet tongue circles her entire finger before sucking on it lightly.
“You are…” the blonde breathes.
Willow grins wickedly, her hands moving to unbutton Tara’s blouse.
“Good. Nice to know who wears the pants in this relationship…” she teases.
Tara merely raises an eyebrow in silent inquiry. Willow shakes her head and laughs, parting Tara’s blouse, letting it slip over her shoulders and to the floor. She sighs at the sight of her girlfriend’s creamy flesh exposed, the lacy bra barely cupping her full breasts. She dips her head to kiss along her collarbone, her hands gliding over her smooth stomach to the snap and zipper of her blue jean skirt. Quickly ridding Tara of her outerwear, Willow steps back and takes in the sight before her.
Tara stands, unashamedly, in her lavender lace bra and matching thong. She watches Willow’s eyes roam hungrily over her body and smiles, silently thankful that she’d gone with the thong that morning. She steps closer to her girlfriend, reaching out to trail a finger down over her satin-covered breast, over the nipple and on down over her navel, hovering above the damp russet curls at the apex of her thighs.
“Mmm.” Tara murmurs. “Look at you…you look absolutely-“
Tara looks up at Willow, her blue eyes meeting green, and licks her lips as she continues-
“Edible.”
Willow shivers at her lover’s touch and words, reaching up to take the straps of her sheer teddy in each hand. She slowly slides them over her shoulders, down her arms, and then lets the nightie flutter to the ground, leaving her completely nude before her partially undressed lover. She steps forward and pulls her girl into a deep, passionate kiss. Tara quickly becomes breathless as Willow’s hands encircle her, unsnapping her bra and pulling it away from her body before brushing her nipples with small fingers.
Tara feels Willow gently pushing her backwards, onto the bed, and follows her lead without protest. After all, she was being seduced. Willow kneels before her lover, her lips gliding over her soft abdomen as she slides her thong down over silky, pale thighs. Tara closes her eyes, moaning softly as she feels Willow’s soft lips encircle her nipple, gently tugging and teasing, licking and sucking. She lifts her hands and runs her fingers through her lover’s rich burgundy locks, holding her to her body. Willow smiles against her flesh and moves on to the other nipple, bestowing slightly more attention upon it, nipping gently. Tara groans, her back arching off the bed as Willow’s small teeth roll her sensitized flesh around in her mouth. She tugs on her arms, bringing her lips back to her own. She kisses her long and slow, savoring the slightly spicy taste of her lover’s lips. Trailing her fingers down Willow’s body, Tara slides her palm into the nest of damp curls between her thighs, rubbing the flat of her hand over her clit. Willow moans softly against her mouth, pressing into her hand. Tara curls her fingers, pinching and rolling Willow’s clit as her lover gasps and moans above her. Feeling Willow’s small body tense, she thrusts a finger deep inside her, curling the digit and stroking her front wall as her thumb works her clit in small circles. Willow gasps one last time before moaning loudly, coming in a hot, slick rush into Tara’s hand.
Tara smiles, pulling Willow close and kissing her softly, letting her come down from her orgasm. Willow breathes heavily, panting and shuddering above her girlfriend. When she finally calms down, she sits up and gazes down at Tara’s smiling face. Tara reaches up and tucks a stray strand of flame-red hair behind Willow’s ear, stroking her flushed cheek as she does so. Willow grins and takes Tara’s hand in her own, pulling one, then another, then another finger into her mouth, suckling her juices from her lover’s hand, tasting herself. Tara shivers, her smile fading as she watches her fingers disappear and reappear into and out of her lover’s warm mouth. Willow lets Tara’s hand fall bonelessly onto the bed, dipping her head and kissing a straight line from her breast bone, down over her stomach, to her navel. She dips her tongue into the small indention before moving further down.
Tara gasps as Willow’s hot little mouth settles between her legs, pepping kissing along her inner thighs. Higher and higher those small, wet kisses climb until finally pressing on the hot, aching flesh aching flesh of her sex. Willow begins slowly, planting open-mouthed kisses and small licks all over her girlfriend’s sweet inner flesh. Tara begins to tremble beneath her as she licks all the way from her the cleft of her hole to her clit. Willow smoothes her hands all over her beautiful blonde girl’s body, settling one over her left breast, kneading gently. She slides the other up Tara’s silky thigh, dipping two fingers into her hot core. Tara cries out softly, arching up into Willow’s mouth. Willow responds by sucking her clit into her mouth, rolling her tongue over it again and again while stroking Tara’s inner walls excruciatingly slowly. Tara keens, her sharp pants punctuated by small little whimpers. Willow finally allows her release as she hollows her cheeks and sucks hard on her lover’s sweet clit. Tara cries out, almost screaming as wave after wave of hot pleasure rushes over her.
Willow crawls back up her girlfriend’s body, brushing aside a few stray rose petals and snuggling into her arms, breathing in her soft fragrant skin. Tara closes her eyes, letting the warmth of her lover’s body soothe her as the last pulses of orgasm shudder through her. She smiles as she feels Willow’s breath on her shoulder, pulling away and looking up at Will’s contented face.
“Consider me officially seduced.” She proclaims with a wicked purr.
Willow grins and reaches over onto the nightstand, picking up a small vile of rose oil.
“Calefacto.” She murmurs softly.
Willow removes the lid from the vile, placing it onto the nightstand before grinning back down at her girl. Slowly, she tips the delicate blown glass container until a small amount of oil spills out and onto the blonde’s breasts. Tara gasps as the oil hits her, pooling between her breasts, hot from her lover’s magic.
Willow bites her lip, smiling wickedly as she sets the vile back on the nightstand.
“I haven’t even gotten started, baby.” She promises.
Tara smiles, her full lips sensuously curving slowly upwards.
“Candlelight and Latin. What more could a girl ask for?”
[This message has been edited by WillTara (edited February 14, 2002).]