*Owl* - Hi Sweetie, please have a good day today and I'm so sorry you had to beta this without Ch 8(said in Willow's pouty voice).Will send it soon.*Sassette* - Oh, God, more pressure. I am absolutely flattered you like this. And well, you wanted angst right??? ok. Hope you write more. I'm on edge on my seat as it is.
Notes : Well, here we are at Ch 7. I did not want to post this unbeta'ed because it is sort of rated NC-17. I have never written fanfic before, much less smut and I only started reading it a couple of months ago. Anyway, I definitely think I should leave writing and writing smut to the professionals (Ruth's stuff is a great example as is Sassette's). So what I have written, is not too descriptive and I probably glossed over a lot(Owl has been great and says it ok). It is integral to the story though so I could not, not write it. And another warning is needed - it ends in a cliffhanger - It's not a gentle drop. Please don't shoot me.
Notes II - The Next Tara Maclay (if you're still reading), since Pixie pointed out that you're 13, I will write you a PG-13 version (and even add a new scene for you) if you want (just e-mail me).
Notes III - Feedback would be good. I really hope this goes over well. Thanks for reading.
Spoiler Warning - It has some spoilers up to Normal Again.
Disclaimer - All characters, names etc belong to ME. I am just borrowing them for this short while in order to make them do what I want for a change instead of waiting to see what happens every Tuesday.
Rating - NC-17 (I thnik, but I did gloss over stuff) .
Title : For All your Good Intentions
Chapter 7
It was decided that Giles would camp out on the couch at Buffy's while Xander and Anya would make their way back to his apartment. They had a lot to talk about and he did not want to intrude. Buffy had once again made up the couch for him and he had bid all of them goodnight. He watched as Tara lovingly carried Willow up the stairs, with Buffy following closely behind, hauling up her wheelchair. What amazing people they were - utterly remarkable, to be able to live and love amongst such adversity. He was indeed lucky to know and love them all - to be able to once again be a part of their lives.
In Willow and Tara’s bedroom, they began their nightly ritual, readying themselves for bed. Tara started by patiently laying out their nightclothes, a pale blue shift for her and snoopy pajamas for Willow. She had already placed Willow on the bed and the red-head was leaning against the headboard, slowly unbuttoning her top.
Tara watched her fumble with the buttons and finally remove the top. She watched as Willow slowly unhooked her bra and let it fall to the way side. Despite all that had happened, the one thing that had not changed drastically was their love for each other and their physical expression of it. Seeing Willow in front of her, she could feel the heat beginning to form at the pit of her stomach and spread in all directions. She slowly unbuttoned her jeans and slid out of them, never losing eye contact with Willow.
Willow for her part, had done all she could. She needed help with her jeans and waited patiently for Tara to finish. She couldn’t complain at all. She was thoroughly enjoying the view. Tara had lost some weight, which worried Willow but she could still make out some of the luscious curves on the blonde. They never had any trouble connecting physically. It was the last remaining vestige of their relationship. She may have lost the use of her legs and they may have lost their psychic connection but they could always come together, always.
“What are you looking at?” Tara asked playfully as she pulled the nightgown over her head. Her undergarments had been discarded to the side. “See anything you like?” she smiled as she made her way over to the bed.
She gently pulled Willow’s jeans down, taking her panties with them. As they reached Willow’s thighs, she bent down and gently place small kisses there despite knowing that Willow couldn’t feel them - she didn't care. She wanted to express her love in as many ways as possible and as many times as possible. She did not notice Willow’s expression of pure rapture as she kissed her way downwards, slowly, languorously. After, she reached for the pajama bottoms and helped Willow into them.
“It’s been a long day. Are you tired, Sweetie?” Willow ventured as Tara made her way to her side of the bed.
“Well, there is a lot to do tomorrow. We have to read up on the spell and plan when and how but..”
“But??” Willow repeated hopefully.
“I could use some snuggles….. and maybe something more?” Tara finished shyly.
“As you wish” Willow looked at her, the promised echoed in her words and her eyes.
Tara moved to the center of the bed. After the accident, they had adapted to the fact that Willow could not move her legs. Tara would move to the center and curve around Willow’s lithe but still form. She concentrated on caressing Willow’s upper body as much as possible. Her hands would roam a seemingly unstructured path across Willow’s body. But her hands and mouth had sense memory, she remembered which soft touch or kiss could ignite Willow’s passion. She could be blind and know exactly where to caress her lover and when to do it. Willow's body was a map that she had memorised by heart - every trail, every hidden treasure found , every pleasure shared.
Nibbling behind her ear would send shivers down the red-head’s spine. Slowly cupping her breast, her tongue flicking in and out around her nipple, could elicit such moans of pleasure from Willow. Moans that sounded like music to her ears - both an affirmation and a request. One that she complied with - would always comply with.
As her fingers trailed downwards, she could feel Willow try and arch her back - so she raised herself and slowly lowered her body, fully draping Willow’s, as her fingers found the soft wetness it was seeking. She was so intent on her exploration of Willow’s mouth, that she did not notice that Willow had curled one of her legs around Tara’s.
Willow was so lost in the rapture that was Tara. She could feel her spirit soar- she felt exalted - exposed to the knowledge of all things divine and of Tara, always Tara.
But as soon as Willow realized that she had moved one of her legs, ever so slightly - she kissed Tara with more fervor - more ardor. She used her own hands to explore the planes and curves of Tara’s body. Tara can’t find out, she thought to herself, as her hands made their way downwards along Tara’s spine. Oh Goddess, she could feel her orgasm building up.
Tara was lost in her, the blonde was concentrating so hard on exploring Willow’s body with her mouth and her supple hands, that she wouldn’t have noticed if Buffy had come in to watch. All she could feel was Willow - all she wanted was Willow, now.
Tara’s gentle stroking rhythm was sending waves of pleasure through Willow’s body, she could feel herself fly, her senses exploding around her and she increased her own rhythm, keeping in time with the blonde - always in sync, always together.
Tara’s final gift to her was their coming together, their timing perfect - Their love physically realized. Both tired but fully satisfied.
“Mmmmnn, I love you” Willow whispered in Tara’s ear as she once again settled by her side.
“I know” Tara whispered back “Now go to sleep, I’ll be right here in the morning”. With that, they snuggled together arms wrapped around each other and drifted of to sleep, sated and happy.
Tara used to love waking up early and greet the sunrise. But after Willow’s injury, she had dreaded it. Waking up meant acknowledging the ugly wheelchair at the side of the bed. Waking up meant she had to remember that Willow could not walk. But today… Today was slightly different. Last night, her dreams were not visions of Willow on that horrible night. Last night, she dreamt of their future - of children’s laughter and stolen kisses. Of being called mommy and visits with family - Giles, Xander, Anya, Dawn & Buffy and their own families. Such wonderful visions of love, Of life and being whole. Such dreams may come, she hoped silently sending up a prayer to the goddess.
She sensed Willow stirring beside her and turned to study her profile. She loved that beautiful face, her freckles, her pert nose. She wanted to wake up to that all the days of her life.
“Good morning, sleepy head” she whispered and leaned over to kiss Willow on the side of her mouth.
“Ummm, Tara-kiss, nothing better” Willow murmured, yet to open her eyes, “More” she pouted.
Tara soon complied and touched her lips to Willow’s, her tongue slowly probing them open and being accepted into Willow’s warm mouth.
“We should get up soon” she whispered breathlessly when they had both come up for air.
“Yeah” Willow conceded and opened her eyes, happy to be greeted by Tara's beautiful visage. She motioned for Tara to help her to her chair and Tara complied.
Today was a good day, she could feel it in her bones. She found herself wanting to whistle some nameless tune. Things were again looking up. Tara looked so happy and unguarded last night and especially this morning - she did not want anything to change, she did not want to acknowledge any change. Willow started to whistle something as she slowly maneuvered her way to the bathroom.
Tara, looked around the room and smiled as she heard her lover whistling. She was looking for an excuse - Anything. Yes! She rejoiced, Willow had forgotten to take her face towel, which was still on the dresser. She quickly grabbed it and went after Willow, maybe they could conserve water, maybe they should shower together.
Willow was so lost in her reverie that she did not notice the side table along the wall. Her left leg hit it full force and she cried out.
“Ow!!, Ow, Ow!, ohh! Owie” she muttered to herself while she slowly rubbed her shin with her hand.
She did not notice Tara standing in the room doorway, she only heard Tara's surprised gasp. She turned in time to see Tara drop her face towel on the floor as she raised her hand to her mouth. Tara’s head was shaking from side to side, a look of utter disbelief on her face.