Getting Their Groove Back
And I'm Only Me
Who I Wanna Be
Well, I'm Only Me When I'm With You
Who I Wanna Be
Well, I'm Only Me When I'm With You
Willow looked sadly at Tara’s lingering empty schedule on her laptop screen.
So many offers in blue; so many marked in red she’d had to reject for being too far out of town or incompatible with their new schedule.
She hadn’t told Tara about it all yet as she was hoping it wouldn’t come to trailing the local Bar Mitzvah scene but it was becoming a needs-must situation very quickly.
She dropped her laptop screen, not wanting to think about it anymore.
Sitting off to her side at the table, Sally was furiously scribbling in a notepad.
“What are you working on so intensely?” she asked, glancing Sally up and down, “I'm guessing it's not a summer book report?”
“My D&D character,” Sally answered, to Willow’s surprise, “She comes from the Kingdom of Salaporis and she can swim into the deep, deep ocean and bring back fish to feed her whole village.”
Willow smiled softly.
“That sounds really cool, kiddo.”
Sally looked up and grinned maniacally.
“She can also kill people with her eyes.”
Willow gulped.
“Well that’s, um…handy,” she said, forcing a smile on her face this time, “You’ll um, need to look into spells for eye beams and such. Remember though, we don’t just kill at random.”
Tara chose to walk in the door during the final sentence and stared at them both as she popped the key out of the door.
“D&D,” Willow explained in a rush as she stood up and came around to greet her girl.
Tara looked relieved as she closed the door. Willow took Tara’s purse from her and kissed her cheek.
“How was work? Hope it was better than yesterday with the rowdy group.”
She hated that Tara was hosting at Deli's again when Willow was the one to convince her to stop in the first place. She knew it must have been difficult to go and ask for her old job back but they needed a steady income coming in for their fostering case and for the judge to see.
“It was fine,” Tara replied with a tired smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
Willow put Tara’s purse down on the table and closed her arms around her.
Tara gently sank into Willow’s embrace and rubbed the back of her fuzzy sweater.
Willow bumped Tara’s nose with hers and pressed their lips together, soft but lingering.
“Can you two be gross somewhere else?” Sally intoned without looking up.
Tara sighed but Willow just smiled and tugged on Tara’s hand.
“Yes we can,” she grinned, indicating to Tara with a nod of her head, “I want to show you something.”
Tara glanced at Sally for a moment but followed Willow when she saw her deeply ensconced in her notebook.
It was the only thing she’d seen her sister get so observed in that wasn’t a screen.
As she looked back toward Willow, she realized she was being brought toward their closed bedroom door.
Willow’s hand closed over the handle and she pushed the door in.
Tara blinked several times in surprise as she followed Willow inside.
All the furniture had been rearranged.
“Don’t kill me for redecorating without your approval,” Willow clasped her hands in a prayer pose, “Close the door for a sec?”
Without looking back, Tara reached back to push the door closed. She stared at the most prominently rearranged piece of furniture: the bed. It sat with the headboard against the opposite wall to where it had been, under a window instead of in its direct light.
She folded her arms gently over her chest; wondering why Willow would make this drastic change without talking to her. It was nice to wake up to the sun warm on their faces. Tara knew Willow knew she liked that.
“I know,” Willow read the look and held her hands up, “But I was thinking of what you said last night about worrying Sally will, uh, you know…hear us? So I thought I’d move the bed over here and…”
She went to the headboard and softly banged it, which made no sound.
“Add added some little rubber pads to muffle anything.”
Willow suddenly rushed past Tara in a blur, stopping with her back up against the closed door, where she put a finger up to point out a newly installed bolt lock.
“Plus, for some extra security,” she looked somewhere between hopeful and terrified, “Do you hate me? Did I mess up?”
Tara’s eyes roamed around the room, taking in the relatively minor but very thoughtful changes.
She settled her eyes back on Willow, glassy with love.
“It’s never looked more perfect.”
Willow visibly exhaled in relief.
“Really? I just…I want you to know you’re safe in here. Safe with me. And I’ll do whatever it takes to make this work. And I hope you don't think I'm being all, you know, pressure-y. That wasn't what it was ab—”
She was quietened by Tara's lips.
“I know,” Tara said quietly.
She placed her hands on Willow's hips and tugged them together gently.
“I love you so much,” she whispered, choked up.
“I love you too, baby,” Willow replied, kissing Tara’s ear.
Tara did the same on Willow’s neck before resting her chin over Willow’s shoulder. She smiled and reached out to push the little bolt open and closed. She felt a little anticipatory shiver go through her as she imagined Willow flicking that lock closed like she had moments before and sauntering over to her in the bed.
“Who got this done so quickly?”
Willow pulled back, looking mock-affronted.
“Me!”
Tara arched an eyebrow.
“Where did you get a drill?”
“Every lesbian needs a power tool,” Willow puffed her chest out but it dropped back down quickly, “Made Cris come over with one. Baby, I don’t know what you did to him but he’s terrified of you. Didn’t even blink at the fact we had a kid living with us now.”
“Willow, I already told him,” Tara laughed that Willow would think anything otherwise, “Everything had to be legit for social services.”
“Right,” Willow nodded once, quickly, “But he still brought a drill over quick smart.”
Tara poked Willow’s hips and slid her fingers over them, splayed out. She wiggled her hips and had her hands move Willow’s hips in a similar, slow way.
“Must be your wily ways.”
Willow blushed at the way their lower stomachs brushed against each other.
“Well, Cris was no help. He almost put a hole through Miss Kitty!” she exclaimed and from the bed, Miss Kitty echoed a loud ‘miaow’ of agreement, “Had to put my best butch skills to use.”
Tara arched her eyebrow saucily and Willow blushed again. She looked down and up again at Tara.
“I’m so glad you don’t mind the changes.”
“I only mind that I didn’t get to see you put this in,” Tara smiled crookedly as she pushed the lock open again, but her smile faltered, “I’m sorry I haven’t been…you know…”
Willow’s shoulders tightened for a moment.
“Please don’t say words beginning with ‘p’ and ‘o’,” she said softly, meeting Tara’s gaze, “Don’t degrade us.”
Tara’s eyes crinkled with regret and Willow kissed the corner of each.
“I got you. Always.”
“I know,” Tara replied in an echoing voice, “And I, you. Forever. For anything.”
“I know,” Willow said in the same tone and smiled.
They met for a soft, sweet kiss and joined hands to walk back out into the living area.
Sally was lying on the floor with an old paper towel tube up to one eye with the other closed.
“Sally, why are you on the floor?” Tara asked with a frown.
“Working out the angles of my eye lasers,” Sally answered nonchalantly.
Willow’s eyes lit up and she immediately joined Sally on the floor.
“D&D geometry! Hey, Tara, I bet you could make up a new homework song for that!”
Tara just smiled and sat on the couch to watch Sally resist Willow’s encumbering chatter about math.
Sometimes this was all so, so hard, but then some moments showed her how right a decision they’d made.
And she knew that it had been them that made it — that Willow didn’t just support it, she was in it.
This.
Whatever it entailed.
Togetherness forever.
Tara checked her appearance in the bathroom mirror as she closed the tie of her robe over her waist.
She fluffed the hair around her ears, curling some behind one as she smoothed out the silk robe she’d bought in Japan. It was so short that she'd never wear it in front of anyone but Willow, but Willow was the exact audience she had in mind for tonight.
With one last, quick 360-degree look, she turned and walked across the hall to the bedroom. She backed up against the door to close it and flicked the new lock closed.
“So, um, thanks for taking Sally to therapy today.”
“No worries,” Willow replied from bed without looking up from her iPad, “Dr. Carter said she only scowled half the time today. I don’t know about you, but I call that progress.”
Tara hovered for a moment, waiting for Willow to look up, but she didn’t. Tara reached up and pushed the light switch down so only the soft light from the nightstand lamp lit the room.
Willow glanced up automatically at the change in lighting and Tara quickly pulled the tie on her robe and let it fall to pool around her feet, revealing a sheer, see-through chemise with white, lace panties underneath.
Willow’s iPad fell out of her hand and only autopilot made her put it safely on the nightstand, without tearing her eyes away from Tara once.
“That’s new,” she squeaked out, just about managing to lift her gaze to Tara’s eyes, “Is this what your ‘very important errand’ consisted of when you asked me to take the kiddo to her appointment?”
Tara’s lips sloped up on one side.
“Guilty.”
Willow’s eyes roamed to where Tara’s nipples pushed against the translucent material, just about revealing themselves under it.
“I was thinking ‘naughty’.”
Tara came over to the bed and knee-walked over to sit in Willow’s lap.
“I can be naughty.”
Willows hands cupped the back of Tara’s thighs.
“And I can help you be naughty.”
Tara smiled as she leaned down to meet Willow’s lips from a tilted chin. Willow moaned softly and Tara sighed into the kiss; feeling safe and content that no one could infiltrate their bubble but them.
Willow’s hands rubbed Tara’s thighs and up to her lace-covered rear. She hooked her fingertips underneath the waistband of the underwear and enjoyed feeling the textured lace and soft skin all at once.
“I feel under-dressed,” she murmured to Tara as she enjoyed the thin chemise pushing Tara’s breasts into her chest.
“Funny,” Tara grinned back, “I was just thinking you were over-dressed.”
She reached down and pulled Willow’s tank top over her head. Willow lifted her arms to help. When they dropped again, she let her hands settle over Tara’s barely covered breasts.
“Do you like how it feels?” Tara asked breathlessly.
Willow looked up with keen, wide eyes and nodded. She continued to palm Tara’s breasts as she turned her head in to kiss Tara’s neck. Tara tilted her neck so her skin strained and every nip of Willow’s teeth would be all the more delectable.
“Do you like how it feels?” Willow shot back with a quiet giggle; as if Tara’s soft moans weren’t giving it away.
Tara’s hand came up and slid through the back of Willow’s head; splaying out in her hair to grip and hold her in place. She spread her legs and angled herself downward so she could rub the front of her wet panties on Willow’s leg.
“What do you think?”
Willow’s kisses grew sloppier as her lips headed for Tara’s mouth.
“I’m afraid my thoughts have been rendered incompatible with coherence.”
She grabbed Tara by the hips and fell back so her head hit the pillows, pulling Tara down with her. Tara laid her body down on Willow, who quickly felt the scratching of her pajama bottoms as if they were made of fire ants.
Tara sensed and indeed, knew well, the ants-in-your-pants wiggle and was quick to help Willow rid herself of them. Willow immediately pulled Tara as close as possible, moaning at the feel of the soft chemise against her hot, bare skin.
Her lips parted and Tara took it as an offering and request that she quickly complied with. The kiss was immediately fiery with their whole bodies thrusting up and into it.
As much as Willow loved Tara’s lingerie, the tangle of their bare legs and the occasional brush of stomachs when the fabric rose was driving her crazy. It was so soft and delicate that she took care to pull it over Tara’s head instead of what she wanted to do: tear it off.
Tara, apparently on the same wavelength, got rid of her own panties and all Willow could do was let out a staggered whimper when Tara sat back in a straddle and spread her legs.
Willow traced a finger around the apex of Tara’s thighs and drew it up through Tara until it glistened. She lifted it to her face and popped it into her mouth, making an audible sound.
Tara’s chest heaved and a flush rose on it.
“Willow, I need you to—”
Her head suddenly fell back as Willow anticipated what Tara was going to say and plunged that finger inside. Tara’s hips bounced up and down rhythmically as she tried to take in as much as she could. Willow slid her finger out and back in with two and those bounces turned to quick, aimless jerks.
“Oh god,” Tara moaned, spreading her legs farther, making her cheeks clench.
Willow splayed her second hand on Tara’s inner thigh; touching where her arousal was spilling out. Her fingers moved in concentric circles like she was drawing on the condensation on a window. She felt each twitch as it came from inside Tara and quivered down her muscles with a fresh burst of warm liquid.
Feeling her own insides tighten, Willow quickly curled her fingers and scooped until it ran past her knuckles. Tara let out a long cry and thrust her hips down toward Willow’s hips; leaning her body forward until one hand clutched the sheet above Willow’s shoulder and the other greedily palmed Willow’s breast.
Willow spread her legs so Tara could settle on top of her more easily and immediately felt the warm grind of their pubic bones against each other. As Tara’s lips sought hers, Willow’s other hand slipped around to cup Tara’s rear and pull her in for the tightest of delicious friction.
“Oh, Willow,” Tara groaned into Willow’s neck when she couldn’t even keep up the kiss any longer from the myriad of moans leaving her mouth.
“Yeah baby, you like that?” Willow bit the corner of her lip as she watched Tara’s face and every little movement she was invoking.
“Oh yes,” Tara panted, her jaw quivering as her hips moved impossibly faster, “Oh, Willow…Oh!”
Her hand clutched the sheet so hard that her knuckles turned white. Her body started to slide against Willow’s and she began to move onto her back.
“Can you be on top?” she asked breathlessly.
“Definitely,” Willow agreed and used her currently superior strength to roll Tara the rest of the way over.
Slipping out for only a moment, Willow pulled Tara’s legs over her hips and entered her again; feeling Tara’s stomach muscles tense as she did so.
She placed her palm flat there and rubbed it in circles as her fingers curled inside. Tara’s head was thrown back on the pillow as she bit her lip to stop any sound that might permeate the walls.
Willow felt Tara get molten inside and watched as Tara’s teeth released her bottom lip as her face contorted with pleasure.
Willow’s eyes quickly shifted between Tara’s face and where her hand was buried, just slowly moving in and out to draw every bit out. She looked back and forth, unsure which was more alluring.
It became moot when the natural contractions inside Tara were replaced with Tara purposefully squeezing her and Willow had to shut her eyes tight just to contain the gut-rolling sensations it evoked.
When she opened her eyes again she saw Tara was doing the watching this time and smirked sideways when she squeezed again and Willow physically jolted in response.
She hooked her finger and motioned Willow down, who felt like she floated down as if by magic but really she just lunged with a bounce on the mattress. Tara turned herself on her side; pausing like that for a moment as her legs found themselves again. She kissed the hollow of Willow’s throat while rolling a single finger over Willow’s rock-hard nipple.
Catching Willow’s gaze, she lifted that finger to her mouth and licked it from the first knuckle up before resuming the back-and-forth motion on Willow's chest.
Willow’s legs visibly squeezed together and Tara reached down to pat Willow’s thighs, making them open again.
Tara’s eyes glistened as brightly as the arousal spilling out of Willow. Her legs made themselves readily known and she rolled on top of Willow. Holding Willow’s breathless stare for one very long moment, her lips began to descend Willow’s body.
She could smell Willow’s desire before she even reached Willow’s belly button. She let her teeth nip right below and kissed where downy hair started.
She heard Willow swear under her breath and it sent a shiver of desire through her spine. She placed her hand on Willow’s knee and guided it up before letting those same fingers brush over Willow’s lips to open her.
Willow was scooting back very gently on the bed, just trying to get any sort of friction going, and Tara watched in a kind of hypnotic trance for several seconds before sensation overload became too much and her tongue dipped in.
A moan wracked through Willow’s whole body but managed to only come out loud enough that Tara could hear. She desperately wanted to reach down and hold Tara’s head to her and rub frantically. It would only take about ten seconds, she was sure of it, but she couldn’t bear that it would be over.
She blushed as she felt Tara’s tongue lap her up and realized how wet she was. She put her hand that had been in Tara in front of her face and while it had dried in, the scent lingered. Her hips pushed up and Tara responded in kind, offering more tongue around Willow’s clit.
Willow’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and unbeknownst to her, Tara watched.
She watched as Willow’s breasts strained through an arched back and looked at how Willow’s swallow visibly protruded in her throat. She took in the sight of Willow’s face showing every twitch of enjoyment. All the while feeling the errant slide of Willow’s thighs as she struggled to control them and the warm liquid that gushed as quickly as it was swallowed. The tender reveal of Willow’s clit as it throbbed for her and her touch. How all of Willow's body yearned for her.
This position was the best in the world and Tara never took a single second for granted.
She wrapped her lips around Willow’s clit and rolled her tongue over it before gently sucking. She built this up until Willow was bucking right into her mouth and that previously-reticent hand was twined so hard in her hair that Tara had very little range of motion.
She didn’t need it though as her mouth was doing all Willow needed to come completely undone. She kept her tongue tight to Willow until she felt her girlfriend’s pulse on it and then moved her mouth down to wriggle into Willow’s opening.
Willow moaned again and added her second hand to Tara’s head; shamelessly rubbing herself now as sweat dripped down her brow.
“Oh baby,” Willow panted with satiated relief, “Oh my god…”
She lifted her hands to rub her face but Tara waited until Willow’s body had gone completely limp before lifting her head. She used one finger to trace the area around her mouth and as she moved up on the bed, she teased that finger into Willow’s mouth.
Willow sucked on it without even opening her eyes and didn’t stop until Tara replaced the finger with her lips.
Willow moaned softly into Tara’s mouth until they parted and she let out a long, satisfied sigh.
“That was so good,” she whispered as Tara curled around her side.
“We weren’t loud,” Tara commented back as she rested her head above Willow’s breast.
“See?” Willow said, still slightly breathless, “It was kinda sexy. All quiet-like. Nothing else in the world but listening to you getting f—”
Tara put a finger against Willow’s lips and leaned up to kiss her ear.
“There’s nothing you can say that wouldn’t sound sexy whispered.”
Willow raised an eyebrow and leaned in conspiringly.
“Bubbles,” she whispered in a dramatic, evocative manner.
Tara pursed her lips to stop from laughing.
“Hogwash,” Willow spoke again, the grin tugging on her lips, “Squeegee.”
“Bumpkin,” Tara countered, smirking.
“Bumfuzzle!” Willow said and had to clap a hand over her mouth as laughter threatened to take over.
“Ssh, ssh,” Tara guided with a grin as she brought the blanket up over them to help muffle their dying cackles, “You win.”
Willow turned to Tara and smiled at her adoringly.
“I did.”
She reached up and cupped Tara’s cheek.
“I win every single day,” she whispered, “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Tara whispered back and they met for a soft, chaste but tender kiss.
They settled back into the position they were in before with Tara’s head snuggled into the crook of Willow’s neck.
“‘Night, baby,” Willow said through a yawn.
Tara pressed her nose under Willow’s ear and closed her eyes.
“Goodnight, love. Thank you.”
“For the orgasm?” Willow asked in a sleepy voice.
Tara tightened her arm around Willow’s waist.
“For being you.”
So funny, Tara acting like a mum chastising her two difficult kids here!
Wise choice, mom!
lovely chapter as always. Hope your week gets better!
