by LeatherQueen » Sun Mar 17, 2002 6:29 pm
Also, just felt I should point out that it goes to show just how good these parts are from the fact that there have been 3 parts, and from those 3 parts, 9 pages of responses have been generated. Talk about some loyal smuttens.
~LQ, counting herself amoungst those loyal smuttens...
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"Honey, I'm the original one-eyed chicklet in the kingdom of the blind." -Glory
by the literary exterminator » Sun Mar 17, 2002 8:40 pm
steam moistens Willow
skin slippery to the touch
lubricates rapture
[This message has been edited by the literary exterminator (edited March 17, 2002).]
by Grimaldi » Mon Mar 18, 2002 2:42 pm
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"Is everyone here very stoned?"- Spike, Weight of the World
"No more snuggles?"- Willow, Dopplegangland
Th-that was funny if you, um, studied taglarin mythic rites... and are a complete dork."- Tara, Family
"Operator, give me the number for 911"
by tommo » Mon Mar 18, 2002 2:50 pm
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You know I've been through hell...Joss can't you see, there'll be nothing left of me. You made me believe...
by the literary exterminator » Mon Mar 18, 2002 3:46 pm
by wiccachica » Mon Mar 18, 2002 4:43 pm
I just have to ask....
WHY Modesto?
Not that it doesn't just thrill me to see such a city stamped into glorious immortality by your hand....
Just ...of all the places in the world ....why the Land of Water, Wealth, Contentment, and Health?
( I am saying this with a big ol grin on my face because I hail from Modesto (or as I like to call it Lucasville) myself...
And can I say...the shower scene....uhm...whooo fricken hoo!
(considering taking gym again after all these years...)
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"You're *NOT* the source of me." - Buffy
" I mock you with my monkey pants!" -Oz
" Tremble!" Gachnar (Fear Itself)
by Grimaldi » Mon Mar 18, 2002 5:17 pm
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"Is everyone here very stoned?"- Spike, Weight of the World
"No more snuggles?"- Willow, Dopplegangland
Th-that was funny if you, um, studied taglarin mythic rites... and are a complete dork."- Tara, Family
"Operator, give me the number for 911"
by tommo » Mon Mar 18, 2002 8:21 pm
quote:
Originally posted by wiccachica:
Tommo....
I just have to ask....
WHY Modesto?
Because my muse...oh wait, I don't have a muse. That's just shite made up by people who can't deal with owning an imagination...
Anyhoo, um, Modesto, because Xita told me to. I'm from England. I don't know anything. Well, I know how to get from Manchester to Wilmslow really quickly, but that's about it.
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You know I've been through hell...Joss can't you see, there'll be nothing left of me. You made me believe...
by Rally » Mon Mar 18, 2002 8:29 pm
quote:
Originally posted by tommo:
Anyhoo, um, Modesto, because Xita told me to. I'm from England. I don't know anything.
Oh come on now...EVERYONE knows all the hot guys are from Modesto.
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No, please. I mean, tell me if I said something wrong otherwise I know I'll say it again. Probably often and in public.
by tommo » Mon Mar 18, 2002 8:50 pm
I see that and all I can think of is nipples. Brrr. Nipples.
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You know I've been through hell...Joss can't you see, there'll be nothing left of me. You made me believe...
by kpmuse » Mon Mar 18, 2002 8:51 pm
quote:
Originally posted by tommo:
Because my muse...oh wait, I don't have a muse.
Did you say you need a muse? Your loyal smutten reporting for well, whatever you need (said with a wink and a crooked smile).
by Rally » Mon Mar 18, 2002 8:54 pm
quote:
Originally posted by tommo:
All the hot guys, rally?
Well not all the hot guys, unless Brian, Len and Scott are all transplanted Modestons.
Sorry guys, don't want to leave you out of the hot guy topic.
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No, please. I mean, tell me if I said something wrong otherwise I know I'll say it again. Probably often and in public.
by tommo » Mon Mar 18, 2002 9:02 pm
quote:
Originally posted by kpmuse:
Did you say you need a muse? Your loyal smutten reporting for well, whatever you need (said with a wink and a crooked smile).
Um, no. I don't have one because I don't need one. My mind is full of smut pretty much daily, weekly, monthly, yearly...you get the picture.
And I don't believe in muses. It's all Greek to me.
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You know I've been through hell...Joss can't you see, there'll be nothing left of me. You made me believe...
by wiltar » Tue Mar 19, 2002 4:10 am
Damn...that's great. Life must be fun to you!!!
Patricia
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"What are they looking at?"
"The hotness of you, doofus!"
by tommo » Tue Mar 19, 2002 12:35 pm
quote:
Originally posted by wiltar:
Tommo, is there EVER one second in your life that your mind is NOT filled with smut?
Damn...that's great. Life must be fun to you!!!
Well you know what they say about people who are all talk...
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You know I've been through hell...Joss can't you see, there'll be nothing left of me. You made me believe...
by AutumnT » Tue Mar 19, 2002 12:45 pm
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Autumn
I have the sudden urge to dedicate my productive cooperation.
by Karzia » Tue Mar 19, 2002 2:39 pm
quote:
Originally posted by the literary exterminator:
Yes, but some might not realize they are sumttens until later in life. Some might be questioning whether or not they are sumttens. I've only recently become comfortable with my inner smutten, and I still haven't told my parents. I'm afraid they won't accept me because of my sumtten lifestyle.
Well be sure to have them read the "guide to smuttins" put out by: PAFOS (Parents nad freinds of smuttens) and remember to pick up your toaster on the way out
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Ad astea per asta
by Brynn » Tue Mar 19, 2002 8:07 pm
[This message has been edited by Brynn (edited March 19, 2002).]
by tommo » Tue Mar 19, 2002 8:52 pm
1) Gratuitous plagiarism of dialogue from the show.
2) How much I loathe Xander.
3) The most blatant acting out of character moment.
A jellytot to the first person to spot all three!
Just kidding.
Enjoy.
Part 4 - Back To The Library Again
“Do you like sleepovers?”
Tara looked up from the book she had been attempting to study and gazed across at the redhead, sitting on the other side of the table from her in the library. Studying with Willow had become something of a habit. It seemed that it was the only excuse to be entirely alone with her. Willow’s friends didn’t seem the bookish type at all, Tara had discovered. And that played to her advantage in the end. She had found that she and the redhead had more in common than insatiable lust for one another. In fact, lately, their study sessions had been distinctly more study than making out. And that was okay too; in fact, Tara rather liked sitting watching Willow read. Every so often, the redhead would crinkle her brow and bite at her lip. Or she would look up at Tara and make a comment that was somehow entirely unrelated to what she was reading.
It was all very endearing to the blonde, who was finding that the more time she spent with Willow, the more time she indeed wanted to spend with her. Little quirks that Willow apologized for, a flush of embarrassment covering her cheeks, Tara found reassuring rather than off-putting. She was finding that her instincts had been right; Willow and she did share a connection. They were the only two people who badgered Giles to allow them alone time in the library.
Outside, the faint shouts of students came from the practice currently underway on the football field. Giles had excused himself, entrusting Willow and Tara with the free run of the library while he and Buffy went to the local magic shop for some supplies. A sense of relief had filled Willow when Tara had completely understood the brain numbing concepts of Slayer and Hellmouth. In fact, Tara had not only understood the idea, but had warmed to the whole Slayerette gig. Willow hadn’t said much more since she had outed Buffy to Tara, but it was a liberating feeling to know that she no longer had to keep secrets from the blonde. Especially seeing as the two of them were growing closer by the day. All the redhead had to do now was to fully integrate Tara into the Scooby Gang. Love me, love my Slayin’ friends, she thought. Then she blinked. Not that I expect her to love me. I mean, that’s like, a big word. Well, not so much a big word, it’s more of a little word with a big meaning. And I don’t even know if I can use it properly yet. Love? Is this what it means?
She looked over at Tara again, the blonde’s blue eyes now fixed on hers questioningly. A warm glow filled Willow’s chest, and she capitulated to the power of the emotion. Okay, so maybe it is something like love, she thought to herself, responding to the other girl with a smile. Something like, if not actually.
“Huh?” Tara finally said, resting the book she had been reading onto the table. She reached out and tugged at her knees, folded cross-legged underneath her, preparing for another of Willow’s off-kilter distractions.
“Do you like sleepovers?” Willow repeated, raising her eyebrows expectantly.
“More of a stay at home person myself,” Tara said, smiling sadly, remembering all the lonely nights she had spent in her room during her attendance at her other school. “But I’m not like, “death to all sleepovers”,” she giggled gently. “Why?”
“I was thinking of having one,” Willow said wistfully.
“You’re allowed sleepovers?” Tara was impressed. The one friend she had had at her last school had been more or less driven away by the stern demeanor of her father and the rather more lecherous one of her brother. She had stopped bringing friends home after one particularly horrid dinner. Of course, if she had actually made any more friends, she would have stopped bringing them home, she remembered wryly.
“Well, not really, but this would be like, a sneaky sleepover,” the redhead wiggled her eyebrows, eliciting a grin from the blonde.
“That would be cool,” Tara answered. “You mean it would be like, without your mom knowing?” She wasn’t averse to breaking a few rules if it meant spending a whole night with Willow.
“Actually, I – I was thinking we’d probably have to tell her. You know…we could get some snacks, or drinks, or something.”
“And we could do each other’s hair and watch a movie and stuff?” Tara warmed to the idea and leaned forward enthusiastically.
“Absolutely,” Willow nodded firmly, her eyes shining delightedly. The thought of having Tara in her room all night hadn’t been offered without some trepidation. She had wondered if the blonde might think she was forcing her into being close; or that, horror of horrors, she might think the redhead just wanted to be friends. In fact, Willow had spent the previous evening writing down a whole list of ‘for’ and ‘against’ the idea, trying to work out scientifically if asking Tara for a sleepover was a viable proposition. Plus, she hadn’t okayed the idea with her mother yet anyway, which was the next hurdle. But, she pursed her lips, her mother hadn’t shown any interest in her life as of yet, so she supposed a sleepover was hardly likely to change that.
“Fun! I’m in,” Tara grinned widely. She was excited, more than she thought she might be. Nobody had ever asked her for a sleepover before. So this is what it’s like to have a friend, she realized, with a thrill. It feels nice.
“Okay,” Willow smiled. “So, is there anything you’re allergic to? Food or, or fabric softener or something?” She grimaced inwardly. Way to attract someone over to your house, geek girl.
“Nope,” Tara shook her head, hugging her knees up to her chest.
“Good, cause…” the redhead said, looking down at the table, suddenly shy. “I want my house to be Tara-friendly.” She shrugged to cover up her sudden desire to give Tara everything in the world, and more on top. The strength of that feeling rushing through her body embarrassed her. Averting her gaze from the deep blue she had come to desire so much was the only way she had of hiding her feelings right now.
Tara let out a tiny laugh that was comforting, sending a shiver of relief into the redhead. “Me too,” she answered softly.
A comfortable silence fell between the two girls as they returned to their respective books. A distant ticking from the clock on Giles’ desk provided some background to the resumed study for a few more minutes.
Trying to concentrate on algebra, Tara found that the nearness of Willow was looming large in her mind. She still hadn’t forgotten that wonderful time in the shower cubicle, in fact, thinking of it even now was doing odd things to her stomach. For a week afterwards, Willow had worn high-necked sweaters to hide the deep red imprints of Tara’s mouth on her neck and shoulders.
Flushing red, Tara was amazed at herself. She’d never done anything quite like that before. Well, she’d never been given the opportunity. Yes, she felt that she’d been in love before; god knows she’d spent many foolish hours mooning over various girls at her school. She’d always known that she wanted women; from an early age she had discovered that boys were okay, they were fine. But they weren’t for her.
Although, she thought somewhat cynically, it wasn’t as though she’d ever been given a chance to prove her lesbo street cred. She’d had the emotion before, but never the experience. And the emotion, palpable as it had been in the past, had never affected her as deeply as it did with Willow. Physical attraction aside, but not withstanding, Tara reminded herself with yet another flush, the blonde was finding herself becoming unutterably attracted to Willow. In the fullest, worst way possible. She was falling in love with her.
Sighing, Tara raised her eyes from her book and found twin pools of green fixated on her. Shifting in her chair, she frowned, her brow furrowing.
“What?” she asked, her voice sounding very loud in the stillness of the library.
Willow jerked upright on her seat, two bright spots of red appearing high on her cheeks as she realized she’d been found out. “Uh…” she began, knowing that whatever excuse she could think of, and she actually was plumbing the depths of an empty brain right now, wouldn’t be good enough for the curious expression of the blonde.
“You were staring,” Tara stated, dropping her book onto the table once more.
Willow tilted her head onto one side. “No I wasn’t!” she protested indignantly.
“Yes you were, you were staring.”
Busted, Willow thought, her mouth quirking up at one side apologetically. She thinks I’m a freak now, I bet.
“Okay, I was staring,” she admitted slowly. “But,” she held up her finger as though she had made an amazing scientific discovery, “I have a really good reason why.”
Pursing her lips, Tara couldn’t help grinning across at the other girl, joy dancing across her heart at the cuteness of Willow’s expression. “Go on then,” she leaned back in her chair and folded her arms over her chest. “Tell me.”
“Um,” Willow started, and then let her hand drop onto her lap in submission. Heaving a huge sigh, she shook her head, cursing her hormones and Tara’s beauty all at the same time. “If I tell you, promise not to laugh?” she suggested in a small voice.
“I promise,” Tara answered solemnly, giving a little nod.
“I can’t help looking at you,” Willow explained, her gaze roaming the features of the blonde. “I feel like, okay, we’re studying, and that’s great. I’m all with the study, I mean, I’m like, studying gal…but then you’re there and you’re reading and did you know when you concentrate you get these two little lines at the top of your nose,” she prodded a finger just above the bridge of her nose to punctuate her speech, although it didn’t slow her down one little bit. “And I look over at you and you’re there all frowny and it’s so cute, I can hardly bear it and I end up staring at you and then you think I’m a freak. B-but it’s like, you never look that way anyplace else…just with me…and…and I kind of feel like it’s just, you know, mine?”
Pausing for breath, Willow knew she should stop talking. She always knew when she should stop talking. But somehow, it never helped with the actual stopping. It was like a landslide, a horrible, unstoppable landslide of vocabulary. And, judging from the somewhat startled look on Tara’s face, it was a landslide that threatened to bury the both of them whole.
“And I – I usually don’t use so many words to say stuff that little, but,” Willow laughed nervously, “do you get it at all?”
Feeling the smile work itself up from her heart to her lips, Tara met the other girl’s worried gaze and inclined her head, touched by the sentiment, if not by the delivery.
“I do,” she answered.
Willow took a deep breath, letting the comfort the other girl held out grasp her emotions securely and tenderly. She blinked the smile into her eyes, responding in kind to the blonde before returning to her book.
“I am you know.”
Tara’s voice brought Willow’s gaze up from the same page she had been on for the last half hour, meeting the serious expression opposite her.
“What?” she asked.
Swallowing, Tara felt her heart jump up into her throat for a minute, numbing the halting expression of her feelings. Biting gently at her lower lip, even the ticking of the clock in the office seemed to subside and slow time to an eternal moment. Tara felt encouraged by the half smile settling onto Willow’s lips and the word sprung easily to her own.
“Yours,” she said simply.
The thousand-watt smile that appeared on Willow’s face was recompense enough for Tara’s frayed nerves. It’s like telling her I love her, right? I mean, she knows, right? She must know. I’m sitting here grinning like an idiot who’s just won the lottery or something. All those years I hid away from everyone, from everything, and now she’s bringing it all out of me. And somehow, I don’t really mind.
Willow put her book down on the table with an audible ‘smack’ and sighed. She stretched her arms up above her head and couldn’t help yawning slightly. Study was officially over as far as she was concerned, her concentration shot to hell. Besides, her gaze traveled over towards the book cage in the library, there were more exciting things to be doing with Giles away.
“Hey,” she leaned over the table towards Tara, “wanna see something really cool?”
Tara shrugged, “Sure.” She put her own book down and let her legs slip from the chair, pushing them out underneath the table. Getting up, she followed the redhead over to the library cage, squinting in confusion at the relatively ordinary appearance of the interior. Boxes were piled up on the right hand side, filled with volumes of what she assumed were Giles’ private collection of books. Willow had told her that the librarian wasn’t actually a librarian at all, but Buffy’s Watcher. That meant that he was the brains of the operation. Tara smiled softly to herself as she reached the metal grille of the cage door, resting her hand onto the cold patchwork of squares. She loved the way Willow described what they did here, how it sounded exciting and dangerous and, she had to admit, attractive. Battling demons, fighting vampires, averting possible Armageddon. It made for great stories, and Tara was only too willing to listen.
Walking inside the cage, Willow fiddled with the catch on the huge cupboard set against the left wall. Swinging open the door, she pointed inside as Tara’s eyes widened at what she saw.
An array of weapons met her gaze, carefully arranged and hanging on hooks behind the door and against the rear wall. Axes, crossbows, sticks with spiked metal balls hanging off of them. It looked like the arsenal of a medieval castle, not the secret stash of an English librarian.
“Woah,” she breathed.
“I know,” Willow turned with a bright smile on her face, “isn’t it great? Giles knows how to use all of them too. He’s kind of cool that way.”
“He does?” a note of wonder entered Tara’s voice as she let her eyes roam over the collection of weapons. “Are you sure he’s English? I – I thought English people were, um, gentler than uh, normal…” she paused, looking over at the shining and quite possibly fatal edge of the battleaxe that hung in the center of the cupboard. “And then again, maybe not,” she added.
The redhead moved closer and slid her fingers through the metal squares where Tara was resting her hand. As Willow’s fingertips slid over her own, Tara smiled slowly. Looking at the other girl though the cage, her eyelids dropped down sleepily over her eyes that were even now darkening to a deeper shade of blue. Willow rubbed her thumb over Tara’s forefinger, pressing into the flesh there and pushing it down onto the thin line of metal underneath it.
“So what other surprises does Giles have in his cage?” Tara asked, bringing her own thumb up to stroke a line of heat down Willow’s finger.
“Oh you know, spell books and stuff,” the redhead answered lightly. “Actually,” her tone whispered on the side of caution before plunging into the deep end of confidence, “I’ve done a couple of spells. Giles thinks I’m a natural.”
“Really?” Tara raised her eyebrows, moving ever so slightly to her left, her free arm reaching up to grasp the cage door, swinging it with a tiny squeak on its hinges. “Sp-spells?” She was surprised, yes, but not put off. Not in the slightest. Is she like me? The question wasn’t yet ready to be answered fully, she knew that. But it hung between them all the same. Is this what mom talked about when she said I’d meet someone who would complete me?
“Yeah,” Willow nodded, grinning self-consciously. “I mean, I’ve studied lots and read almost everything I can get my hands on, but Giles doesn’t let me read some books,” she sighed. “He says they’re like, dangerous or something.” She puffed out her cheeks and shrugged. “Danger schmanger. I mean, how am I supposed to learn if I don’t experiment?”
A thousand warnings rushed through Tara’s head. She recalled how her mother had sat her down one night and explained the threefold rule, how it guided and warned of a darker recompense for the misuse of magic. Certainly, she had lived her own life by those tenets, and even now, she made sure she completed the appropriate rituals before attempting to plough the darker recesses of the spirit world.
“You need to be careful Willow,” she began, somewhat hesitantly. “Sometimes things go wrong…black magic is powerful stuff…i-i-it’s never wise to play around with those things.”
“Don’t worry,” Willow squeezed Tara’s fingers firmly. “I’ll be okay. I’m very seldom naughty.”
Tara grinned at the redhead, her fears allayed. “Oh I wouldn’t say that,” she murmured, her voice dropping to a sensuous growl. Willow lowered her eyes and flushed bright red. Tara congratulated herself on having had the desired effect. Curling her fingers around the edges of the cage door, the blonde pulled it to and fro gently, moving it very slightly towards where she stood.
“You know, Giles won’t be back for a while,” Willow offered the information slowly, seeing the temptation flicker into Tara’s gaze.
“So you’re showing me weapons?” The blonde raised her eyebrows and looked nonplussed. “Is this some kind of bondage seduction ritual? You want me to get with the spanking already?” Her lips twitched as she contemplated the travesty of ever doing that to anyone. Not in her wildest dreams. Well, she corrected herself, maybe in her wildest wildest dreams…
“Oh!” Willow’s mouth formed a perfect circle of surprise. “Uh…” she shifted from foot to foot nervously. “Oh not me…um…I’m not really so much one for the sp…uh, spanking. I mean, other people are much…uh…” Her mouth pressed into a short line as she fought to stop herself launching into yet another meaningless babble. “You know, everyone’s getting spanked but me,” she let out a mirthless burst of laughter which she abruptly sucked back, eyes widening at her own audacity.
“Hmm,” Tara jutted out her bottom lip thoughtfully, pulling the cage door more firmly towards herself. “You’re kind of bad sometimes though I bet. Living the Scooby life; you must get a thrill out of that.” She narrowed her eyes as Willow’s mouth curved upwards into a smile. “And besides,” she leaned against the edge of the door, now only inches away from the side of the cage, “I bet there’s a part of you that would like to be bad, huh?”
A slow breath came from Willow’s mouth as she realized Tara’s intent. The flicker of lust thrilled around her stomach, working its way into her loins. Closing her fingers down over Tara’s, feeling the twisted metal of the cage press up into the palm of her hand; she couldn’t help desperately wanting to hear the other girl’s voice again. Something about the low, rumbling tone plucked a chord of desire deep inside her, resounding the hum up her spine to her brain, where it resonated and multiplied.
She opened her mouth to speak, but found that her throat was thick with want, muted with the need for this woman. A wicked glint entered Tara’s eyes as they roamed over her face, taking in her response. Wordlessly, Willow’s lips worked around some kind of words, or perhaps they were syllables, or maybe just vowel sounds. Right now, she couldn’t think very well. Or function. Or indeed, move at all in any way.
Leaning through the doorway of the cage, Tara brushed her lips over Willow’s, the soft touch tingling across the other girl’s face. “So,” Tara whispered, leaning back and surveying the effect she was having on the redhead.
“So…?” Willow heard herself replying, her voice croaking up out of her throat. Swallowing, she licked her lips in anticipation of another kiss, or caress, or, quite frankly, anything.
Swinging her arm forward, Tara shut the door of the cage with a clang and twisted the key in the lock, the click sending a fluttery frown flying across the redhead’s face. The full lips of the blonde curved upwards in a beatific smile that quite belied her actions. Standing back, she folded her arms and tilted her head onto one side.
“Well look at you,” she repressed the urge to laugh at the horrified expression on Willow’s face. “You’re in a cage.”
Grabbing the metal door of the cage, Willow slipped her fingers through the metal squares and shook it agitatedly. The desire in her chest gave way to a pang of fear as she realized that she was indeed, locked in. Her eyes met Tara’s, surprise coloring her features.
“You…” she gasped, “you locked me in!”
“I did.”
“B-but…[Tara!”
“Oh come on Willow,” Tara stepped up to the metal cage, sliding her fingers over Willow’s and scraping the edges of her nails back down the skin. “Nobody’s here. It’s just you and me. And the cage.” She let out a little giggle and fixed her eyes firmly onto the redhead. “You do trust me don’t you?”
It would have been easy to say no. It would have been easy to demand Tara unlock the cage and let her out. It would have been easy to ignore the pitter-patter of her heart and deny how the excitement of this was making her feel. But Willow Rosenberg never did things the easy way. And this was no exception. Looking deeply into the blonde’s eyes, Willow realized that she did trust Tara. With all her heart.
“Yes, I trust you,” she answered simply.
“Because if I thought – “
“I trust you,” she said again, noting the gleam of satisfaction that sped into the blue and glimmered silver for a moment.
“Good.” Tara nodded firmly. “Take off your shirt.”
“What?” Willow stepped away from the cage grille, confused, embarrassed, and not a little excited by that prospect. Her eyes glanced towards the library door, the two little windows dark and empty. Of course nobody was in the school. Of course everyone who had any sense had already gone home. Of course the two of them were alone. She knew that.
So why did she balk at Tara’s suggestion?
Sighing heavily, she hung her head to her chest, wishing she was more exciting. I’m too dull for her, she consoled herself. She wants someone more assertive. Someone who’s got an imagination at least. And that’s just not me. I know it’s not.
”Willow.”
Looking up at the sound of her name, she saw that Tara was pulling one of the huge library chairs from the table to set it a couple of feet from the cage door. Once in place, the blonde then moved and sat down, her eyes heavy and deep. Pushing her hair back over her shoulders, Tara began unbuttoning the sky blue shirt she was wearing, tracing her fingers over the pearl fastenings and never once taking her eyes off the redhead, watching in fascination. Once unbuttoned, Tara parted the folds of material over her chest, revealing her white laced bra and creamy flesh. Her fingertips lingered over the round tops of her breasts, trailing across them; her eyes half closing at the sensation of her own touch.
“There,” Tara finally said, her voice no more than a growl to the redhead’s ears, echoing low in the silent room. “Now you.” She jerked her head forwards once and indicated her gaze at the black shirt Willow was wearing.
Almost unconsciously, Willow’s fingers moved up the row of buttons to the large floppy collar on the shirt, feeling the silken glaze of the material under the fleshy pads of her hands. She’d picked this out especially to wear today, knowing that she and Tara had what passed for a date after school in the library. It was a little more figure hugging than she would have liked, but her euphoria at no longer having to cover up the bite marks on her neck persuaded her to be a little daring.
Yeah, new shirts are about as daring as you get, she thought ruefully, pulling at the collar, tracing the line of the hem down to the curved point near her shoulders. As she hesitated, Tara ran a single finger down her throat, leaning her head back onto the hard wooden back of the chair. She pushed her fingertip down over her breastbone and then swirled it around over the top of her full breasts once more. Settling more comfortably into the chair, she leaned one leg over the curved arm, letting it dangle in mid-air. The other, she pushed out onto the floor, spreading her thighs.
The top button on Willow’s shirt popped open obediently, quickly followed by the others in the row downwards. Once undone, the redhead slid the shirt from her shoulders, hardly feeling the chill of the cold library on her skin; she only felt the heat emanating from her body at the sight of Tara, aroused and tempting opposite her.
“You make me feel different,” Tara said quietly, her fingers working their way down to where her nipple stood out under the bra, erect and hard. “You make me feel b-beautiful,” she crinkled her nose against the stutter, sucking in a short breath. “I always feel so beautiful when I’m with you.”
Shrugging the shirt from her shoulders, Willow raised her hands and clawed her fingers through the metal on the cage. The cold steel bit into her forearms and she welcomed it. It felt as though she was burning up inside, the heat searing a rush of blood to her throbbing veins, sending a clear message of want into her pussy. Clenching her thighs together, she feasted on the sight of Tara’s skin, the way she was touching herself, the constant movement of fingers on her own body.
“You are beautiful,” she said gently. “You are so beautiful Tara. Don’t you even know that?”
The blonde shook her head gracefully, a few strands of gold falling onto her shoulders that were now bare, freed of the shirt that was pushed down behind her on the chair. “No,” she said, a sad smile rising from her lips to her eyes momentarily. “I don’t know that. With everyone…nobody gives me a chance. I’m so sh-sh-shy.” Again, the full lips clamped shut against the halting confession. “I don’t feel like that with you,” she added.
“How do you feel?” Willow pressed the length of her body up against the hard metal of the cage, reveling in the brittle shapes it threw against her skin. Resting her forehead on the criss-cross of the cage wall, she let out a ragged breath as she felt her loins begin to ache.
Tara ran her hands down over her stomach, tracing the path that Willow’s lips had taken on numerous occasions. Letting out a low murmur of pleasure in the touch, she shifted slightly on the chair, pushing her hips forward just once. Enough though, to let the redhead know that she was aroused, that she delighted in the sight of Willow’s half-naked body, that she wanted more.
“I feel like I want to do everything with you, be everything,” the blonde said. “The way you move, the way you feel…” she let out a breath, sighing into the words. “I love it, Willow. I love the way you make me feel.”
“Oh god, Tara…” Willow pushed her pelvis forward, banging herself against the wall of the cage, rattling the metal loudly under her touch. “I want to touch you. I want to touch you right now.”
The sly smile returned to the blonde’s mouth and she reached for the button on her baggy pants, freeing it from its hole and unzipping the flaps of the cargo pants slowly. “Tell me what you’d do,” she pleaded, her eyes wide and luminous. “Tell me, and I’ll do it.”
Almost too much for the redhead to bear, she let out a whimper of disappointment when she realized Tara had no intention of unlocking the cage. The memory of how their bodies felt against one another haunted her mind, mocking her with a sensation as clear as the one that was ripping through her right now. Verbalizing had never been her strong point. For some reason, she had always shied away from naming things, from exploring words that described things she had only ever done. And now…now Tara wanted her to say it. Wanted her to talk. The flush of embarrassment that fled across her cheeks was fleeting, as she felt the surge of sexual need overtake any qualms she might have had.
“I want to feel how much you need me,” she said, quietly at first. “I want…I want…”
“Yes?” Tara said breathlessly, her hand slipping inside her pants and rubbing against the patch of hair that beckoned her on. Her eyes half closed and she let her head loll back again, her chest heaving with need. Bringing her head back with some difficulty, she met Willow’s eyes, gazing at her with undisguised lust. “What do you want Willow?”
The redhead took one hand from the cage and spread it across her own stomach. Her fingers nudged against the waistband of her jeans, and she undid them, hardly aware of what she was doing. “Oh god, I want to see you,” she groaned. “I want to see you.”
Pulling at her bra, Tara pushed it up over her breasts, releasing the mounds of flesh so that they fell down against her body. With both hands, she cupped them and rubbed her thumbs over her nipples, feeling the electricity of her own touch shoot down the nerves in her sides, echoing into her legs. Squeezing her breasts in her hands, she massaged them round, taking pleasure from the aching sensation between her legs, increasing with every brush of her thumb over the hard pink nipples.
Slipping her fingers down between her legs, Willow knew she was wet. She’d been wet from the very first time Tara had touched her hand; that at least was a given these days. When she parted the soft folds of flesh lightly covered in hair, she let out a moan that the blonde returned in gratitude. Pushing down further, Willow slid one finger over her clitoris, finding the throbbing nub enlarged and hot. Circling it with her forefinger, she closed her eyes momentarily, her grip on the metal grille in front of her increasing so that the lines of steel bit into her touch, hardening her resolve.
By the time she opened her eyes; Tara had removed her pants and underwear, and was sitting literally naked on the chair opposite her. One thigh was thrown over the arm of the chair, the other spread wide on the seat. The blonde’s gaze was firmly fixed on Willow, whilst her hand was tracing the lips of her pussy, playing with the soft golden hairs there, almost touching the flesh but not quite.
“Do you see me?” Tara asked.
Pressing down on her clitoris, Willow almost jumped at the physical reaction she was having to sensation and sight. Gripping the metal at the level of her head, she parted her legs slightly, allowing herself more access to her own hotness, the juice inside trickling over her finger as she pinched her clitoris between forefinger and thumb.
“Yes,” she gasped, the heat of her own desire forming a moisture on her forehead. “Oh yes, I see you.”
“I’d do anything for you, Willow.” Tara closed her eyes briefly and let out a sigh as she parted the lips of her pussy and ran two fingers up and down the length of her inner lips. Her clitoris ached to be touched, the incessant throbbing almost too painful for her to bear. I have to wait, she told herself, biting at her lower lip, I have to make this last, for my sake and for hers. I want it to be perfect. It needs to be perfect.
“Oh god, Tara…” Willow moaned aloud as she massaged the hard nub of sensitive flesh inside her between finger and thumb. Her hips began to move forwards as she looked on the body in front of her. The only woman she’d ever wanted. Would ever want. Nothing had ever been so erotic, so sensual, and so perfect before. To everyone else, she knew that Tara hid the real her. The way she scurried through the school, barely talking to anyone; it was all indicative of the secrets the blonde had to hide. And yet, these precious moments alone with her were the ones that Willow relished the most. Sometimes, she and Tara sat just looking at one another, memorizing the planes of each other’s face, or holding hands, or just smiling. And then, other times…
Willow gasped as the flashes of memory fed her mind. Naked skin rolling over naked skin, limbs entwined and rubbing mercilessly against secretive places that only they had access to. Kisses planted on sensitive spots, pulses beating against fingers that explored and teased, tongues that tasted and savored.
A bead of sweat rolled down her temple as she remembered everything. And each time was like the first. Each time was as real as the first. The moment that Tara touched her was like the second their eyes had met, all those weeks ago. And it was all so real, so tangible, that the redhead often felt she could reach out and touch the emotion between them.
Willow pressed her palm flat against the side of the cage, the ends of her fingers curled around the metal to hold onto something, anything. Bracing herself, she moved back a couple of steps, planting her legs firmly apart on the floor of the cage. Her finger began rubbing up and down over her clitoris, pushing the flesh back against her pussy, her fingertip gathering moisture from the wet channel that so willingly gave her body release.
“Let me see,” she growled between gritted teeth, her eyes darkening as she looked over at the blonde, who was even now flushing red up her chest and onto her throat. Her hips began to thrust forward on the chair, and she bit at her bottom lip, letting out a moan that came from deep within her throat. The metal side of the cage gave a little underneath the force Willow was exerting onto it, the palm of her hand flattened out, flesh pushing through the gaps in little squares criss-crossing her skin.
Tara used the first two fingers on her left hand to open up the lips of her pussy, revealing the pink wetness hidden underneath the soft folds of skin and wisps of blonde hair that covered her between her legs. Taking the forefinger of her right hand, she slowly reached down to push against the hard nub of flesh that Willow could see was erect and enlarged, the way it always had been when she had slid into Tara’s pussy. Pressing her finger onto her clitoris, Tara couldn’t help gasping loudly, moaning the other girl’s name under her breath as she sucked in air, moving her fingertip back and forth. A wave of desire shocked up her body as she saw the redhead’s lips part, her mouth opening in appreciation and lust. Struggling to keep her eyes open, Tara forced herself to maintain the gaze that Willow was directing her way, loving the darkening color of the redhead’s eyes that sent her reeling towards the edge of the orgasm she wanted so much.
Inside the cage, Willow matched Tara’s strokes on her own clitoris, the echoes of the blonde’s desire reaching her and echoing inside her stomach. Blinking back the black spots dancing behind her eyes, she felt lust drag at her mouth, parting it in a perfect expression of want. Beginning to move her hips forwards, she increased the pressure on her own clitoris, bucking her pelvis against the movement of her fingers, pinching and squeezing as she watched the blonde move slowly over the chair, the luxurious wetness of her pussy trickling over her fingers.
Tara added another finger to the one currently pressing on her pussy, covering her clitoris firmly and warmly. Pushing up against the pressure, she reached back up her stomach, her fingers trailing a pattern that zigzagged over her chest, up to where her breasts swelled out in an almost painful desire. Cupping her breast, she raked her thumb over her nipple, crying out as the shock waves resounded in her open, throbbing pussy.
A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth and she nodded imperceptibly to where Willow stood. Her hips undulating against the hardness of the chair underneath her, Tara reached out with her tongue and licked at her upper lip, tasting the salty sweat that hung there. Her breathing increased in pace, a cry tearing at her lungs for a moment until she gave it voice and groaned across to the redhead, the last vestiges of control gone. Rubbing harder, she gave herself entirely to the heat speeding through her veins, her jaw working over the waves of feeling inside her, around her, on her.
Gritting her teeth, Willow felt them grind against one another as she banged her finger fiercely against her clitoris. The metal of the cage rattled an echo as her hand moved over it, the tips of her fingers gripping on hard to the wires. She watched as Tara threw herself upwards once, her ass rising from the chair to force her pussy onto her fingers, flesh meeting flesh with a sensation of such extremity that it pushed a deep rasping sigh from her chest. Teetering on the brink of her orgasm, she squeezed her eyes tight shut, seeing only the image of the redhead dancing in front of her closed lids. Pouring herself out onto her fingertips, she moaned Willow’s name, loud and long.
The ticking of the clock in the office accompanied the gasping of the blonde as she sleepily opened her eyes, the numbing feeling drifting lazily through her legs and arms. Suddenly the chair seemed cold and hard against her sweat streaked body and she struggled against it, pushing herself up into a sitting position from where she had slumped.
Willow’s eyes gleamed at her from inside the cage, making the redhead appear like some feral beast, kept at bay. She was breathing quickly, her breasts rising up and down against the side of the cage. Flexing her fingers over the metal lines that they grasped so tightly, Willow watched as the blonde got up from the chair and advanced towards her.
“Did you like that?” Tara asked softly, moving closer.
Willow’s lips closed over the words, her dry throat hardly able to make sense of the aching want that burgeoned up inside her. Meeting the deep pools of blue that quested her own gaze, she nodded dumbly, agreement whispering out from her mouth.
Tara reached up and trailed her fingers over the reddened tips of Willow’s hand, moistening them with her own wetness. The redhead swallowed as Tara moved in front of her, her full mouth only inches away, separated by the tiny squares of the cage. Her eyes narrowing, Tara smiled and followed the line of metal across in front of Willow’s face. Watching the glistening fingertip pause in front of her mouth, the redhead let out a tiny whimper.
“Taste it,” Tara whispered, pushing her finger through one of the squares in the cage, running it over Willow’s bottom lip. “Taste what you do to me.”
As she took the finger into her mouth and sucked the sweet wetness from it, Willow felt her stomach clench in desire. Her hips banged up against the wall of the cage once more, rattling a metallic clang into the ears of the two women on either side of it. Her tongue slid down the length of Tara’s finger, pausing for a whirling moment on the underside of it, tasting the soft pad of flesh and the musky taste of the blonde that was on it. Moaning deep in her throat, Willow’s finger pressed down hard onto her clitoris as Tara pushed her curvy body against the cold metal wall of the cage. Willow’s hand slipped achingly from the grip she had on the cage and moved down to where Tara’s nipple pushed through the grille. Taking it in two fingers, she squeezed it hard, hearing with delight the groan that escaped the satiated blonde.
Increasing her pace, Willow’s teeth scraped up and down Tara’s finger, holding it in her mouth as she pressed against her clitoris, sighing at the electricity that leapt up into her groin. Urged on by Tara’s whispered encouragement, she felt herself only seconds away from her goal. Twisting the blonde’s nipple, she felt the delicious malleable flesh firm beneath her touch, the erect nub driving her on to what became an ache throughout her whole body, crying out for resolution.
“I…am…” she heard herself groan.
“What?”
She looked Tara in the eye, a mere breath before her orgasm took hold of her and whispered, “Yours.” Stiffening, she felt the pleasure grip her body in an embrace that was searing and yet chilling, the sensations racing up and down her spine and into her brain, exploding with the conviction of her words.
Leaning her head against the metal side of the cage, she felt the beads of perspiration on her forehead. When she opened her eyes, she saw the blonde doing the same, their eyes meeting and smiling at one another. Taking in a huge lungful of air, Willow put her hand against the cage, her fingers slipping through the metal. Tara, similarly, raised her fingers and entwined them with the redhead’s, bending her head to press her lips against the girl’s hand.
“You…” Willow breathed, realization of where she was and what had happened dawning on her.
Tara grinned, a little self-consciously and gave a little shrug. “Yeah,” she nodded, pushing a stray lock of hair back behind her ear. “And uh…you…”
“Yeah,” Willow nodded, a feeling of satisfaction surging into her. “Yeah,” she repeated, meeting the other girl’s gaze with what resembled hope. Biting at her lip, she let the word come on its own, as it had been threatening to do for some time now. She wasn’t sure where it had come from, or how it had emerged. All she knew was that it was in her head and her heart and now, her mouth. Squeezing Tara’s fingers against her own, she blinked in the knowledge and warmth of the buzzing afterglow of their love.
“Us,” she said gently.
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You know I've been through hell...Joss can't you see, there'll be nothing left of me. You made me believe...
by Pixie » Tue Mar 19, 2002 9:19 pm
by Warduke » Tue Mar 19, 2002 9:49 pm
by tommo » Tue Mar 19, 2002 9:52 pm
quote:
Originally posted by Pixie:
There was a game?
Heh. Not really. I just thought, you know, it might break up the smut a bit.
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You know I've been through hell...Joss can't you see, there'll be nothing left of me. You made me believe...
by Bobo's Mom » Tue Mar 19, 2002 10:00 pm
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TARA: Willow and I always know how to find each other!
ANYA: With yoga?
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BUFFYBOT: That'll put marzipan in your pie plate, bingo!
by The Rose » Tue Mar 19, 2002 10:28 pm
What's next?
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Tara: My heart doesn't stutter.
Tara: Willow, I got so lost.
Willow: I found you. I will always find you.
Tara: Nobody messes with my girl!
[This message has been edited by The Rose (edited March 20, 2002).]
by BabyJune » Tue Mar 19, 2002 10:34 pm
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A killer in a petticoat, A little bit of everyone you adore....-Terry Moore
by tommo » Tue Mar 19, 2002 10:38 pm
quote:
Originally posted by The Rose:
One complaint: They should have been touching each other
Um, the whole point of this chapter was that they couldn't touch one another. It was intended to be erotic. There's a whole idea about voyeurism that I really wanted to get across, plus the trust that they have for one another already. I'm sorry you didn't read it that way.
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You know I've been through hell...Joss can't you see, there'll be nothing left of me. You made me believe...
by AutumnT » Tue Mar 19, 2002 11:25 pm
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Autumn
I have the sudden urge to dedicate my productive cooperation.
by BytrSuite » Tue Mar 19, 2002 11:29 pm
Wow! That was really erotic. And freaking hot.
I love that they really, truly trust each other. Also liked that little touch on the subject of magic and spells and such.
by catalyxt » Tue Mar 19, 2002 11:36 pm
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"She wears her wild side like a cheap perfume"-AV
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