Tee hee.
by BabyJune » Wed Mar 13, 2002 3:57 pm
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A killer in a petticoat, A little bit of everyone you adore....-Terry Moore
by tommo » Wed Mar 13, 2002 5:35 pm
Glad you're all enjoying it. I have to admit, writing this is kind of a catharsis, because hey, I get to say what happens. Mwahahahah. I could make a whole 22 ep series just out of Willow and Tara gettin' it awwwwwwn...
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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 Dumbsaint » Wed Mar 13, 2002 7:24 pm
quote:
Originally posted by AutumnT:
Two words: Library cage
Oh, Autumn. How I do love you so.
Note to self, write scene with W/T playing naughty in the library cage.
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Shiver me timberless.
by Aria » Wed Mar 13, 2002 7:24 pm
*goes back to drinking her fifth Clearly Canadian of the day while writing and violently cursing her computer simultaniously*
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Piffle
by AutumnT » Wed Mar 13, 2002 8:05 pm
quote:
Originally posted by tommo:
I could make a whole 22 ep series just out of Willow and Tara gettin' it awwwwwwn...
OK.
Oh and Julia my mailbox is ready and waiting for that.
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Autumn
I have the sudden urge to dedicate my productive cooperation.
quote:by katydid » Wed Mar 13, 2002 9:24 pm
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"She practically has 'genuine molded plastic' stamped on her ass.
by tommo » Wed Mar 13, 2002 11:10 pm
Apologies if you spot any mistakes in this part; I wrote and posted it really quickly. Ho hum. Whores...heh, the lot o' you. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
Enjoy.
Part 2
“You’re looking remarkably chipper today,” Xander slung his arm loosely over Willow’s shoulders and loped down the length of the hallway to where their lockers stood, regimented like inanimate soldiers of some horrid school army. He squeezed her against him and grinned down at her copper head. Sometimes he wasn’t sure what he’d ever do without his best friend; Willow had been in his life for so long that it often felt like there hadn’t been a time without her. He dreaded to think of what a life without her would be. But that didn’t bother him too much; thoughts of the future had never troubled Xander unnecessarily, he didn’t see the point. Live for the now, he always told himself. Seemed to work pretty well enough.
Reaching her locker, Willow broke free of Xander’s grip and turned to him, smiling mysteriously. She pushed her hair back over one shoulder and cocked her head onto one side. Her hand reached out and fumbled with her combination lock for a minute.
“I’m alright,” she conceded, trying not to let his boyish grin get to her. Xander had a way of smiling until he got what he wanted. And, despite the fact that Willow was looking at him with new eyes; well, she shrugged inwardly, she was looking at pretty much everything with new eyes…despite Xander’s fatal charm being more dead and buried right now, he still managed to make her want to tell him everything.
Xander shook his head and leaned back against the lockers in the row next to Willow’s, as she pulled open the door. His grinning visage hidden by the metal door, the redhead breathed a sigh of relief. He’d been pestering her for about a week now. Always the same thing. Why was she smiling? Why was she so happy? Why didn’t she hang out at the Bronze anymore? Questions all the time. And Willow was slowly breaking under the pressure of it.
She and Tara had met on subsequent nights in the library for what they called their "study sessions". It involved not so much the reading of books as the learning of each other’s bodies; how they moved, how they felt, and, Willow shivered at the memory, how each one of them sounded in the throes of a passion neither of them had discovered before. Before Giles started to get suspicious, Willow had suggested they meet somewhere else. Although that had been five days ago and neither girl had been able to suggest or find somewhere private enough.
Five days with no Tara smoochies, Willow shoved some books onto the top shelf of her locker and forced them in somewhat agitatedly. And I thought going all vacation without school was bad enough. She had recently come to realize that school, once her pride and joy, was now only the means to an end. Coming to school meant going to classes. Going to classes meant seeing Tara. Seeing Tara meant happy Willow.
A faint smile colored her lips as she rolled the girl’s name around her mind. Having to keep things secret prevented unauthorized touching at school. And with nowhere else to go…the memories were all she had right now. But, she reasoned with herself, the memories were pretty darn good. A flash of Tara’s face, flushed and shining with a sheen of sweat, dropped suddenly into her head. The girl’s head lolled back on her neck, her chest thrown forward, arching her back into Willow’s embrace…
Willow dropped the book she held in her hand. It clattered down the length of her locker with a clang and she winced. Aware that her breathing had quickened, Willow closed her eyes for a minute, trying to push the image of an orgasmic Tara from her head. Thinking about that now just wasn’t playing fair. Reaching for the book, she shoved it on top of the others, sighing loudly and closing her locker door with a bang.
Xander still leaned on the lockers next to her. Still grinning. Still raising his eyebrows like he was expecting to hear something.
“What?” Willow frowned, pulling the strap of her bag up onto her shoulder.
“Bad Willow,” Xander wagged his finger back and forth in front of Willow’s eyes. Pushing himself up off the lockers he shoved his hands into his pockets and turned to face her. “You’re all avoidy. Bad Willow. Something’s been going on.”
“Xander…” Willow let out a false laugh and looked down at the floor of the school corridor. I won’t look at him and he won’t know. Because if I don’t see him looking at me that way, I won’t want to tell him all about it and how she makes me feel… She swallowed again as the tempting fingers of memory trailed down her spine, taking her back to that moment when Tara’s lips had tickled their way onto her nipple. She could even remember the soft wet pressure on her skin as though it had only happened a second ago, not last week.
“You don’t come out anymore, you don’t hang out with me and Cordy…” he paused and considered his last statement. “Well actually, I don’t blame you for that. Anyway,” he continued, shaking the thought of his girlfriend from his head, “I know you’ve got exams coming up but I’m kinda concerned about the whole study till you drop kind of thing.”
“Uh, I’m not studying till I drop,” Willow said, a little defensively. Pulling the edges of her cardigan around her, she lifted her chin defiantly. “I’m helping Tara catch up with her studies as well as my own.”
“Right,” Xander fell into step beside her as she began to walk towards homeroom. “Helping Tara,” he shrugged. “She your new bestie friend? Cuz Buffy and I are wonderin’.”
Willow stopped dead; Xander walked a few paces past her then spun around on his heel, a look of dumb question on his face. Her eyes widened and she looked at him agog. They were wondering? Wondering what? Did they know? Could they tell when someone turned gay?
“Wondering?” she blurted out, her voice no more than a squeak. Her fingers reached for the strap of her schoolbag and began twisting it round and round and round.
“Yeah,” Xander nodded decisively. “Wonderin’ if you wanted to bring Tara out sometime. I mean, you’ve got the whole studying thing down; stands to reason the girl might want a bit of fun.” He tilted his head to one side and grinned at her again, the tip of his tongue peeking out from between his teeth.
“Out? Out with you two out?”
“To the Bronze. For dancing. For fun.” Xander said very slowly. “C’mon Will, you remember fun don’t you? That thing you used to do before you turned into a bookworm?”
The sigh of relief that shuddered through the redhead’s body was like blessed sweet rain on a summer’s evening. Letting her shoulders droop, she almost allowed herself a smile in the midst of her distress.
“Right, out,” she said.
“Uh huh. So you check with Tara, right? And I’ll find the Buffster and see what’s up Slayin’ wise.” Xander reached forwards and squeezed Willow’s arm gently. “You never know,” he added cheekily, “you might see that hottie who’s making you blush all the time and be so mysterious.”
“Xander!” she shook her head. “There is no hottie. Uh, nobody. No hottie, no way.” She shifted her feet on the floor of the hallway. Can he tell I’m lying? Is it obvious?
“Sure,” he nodded conspiratorially. “So when I ask you what’s up and you say nothing, you mean nothing, right?” he winked at her as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. Knowing Xander the way she did, Willow was pretty sure he had no clue at all. But the mere fact that he was pretending he did thoroughly unnerved her.
“Hey, what’s up?” Buffy appeared in between the two of them, a bright smile plastered over her face. She hovered near Willow, whose face crinkled into a frown as she looked between her two friends.
Grasping her schoolbag strap firmly, Willow pulled herself up to her full height, which was still shorter than Xander’s slouching figure. Assuming her best haughty impression that she’d copied from an old British movie, she clamped her lips together and gritted her teeth.
“Nothing. Is. Up!” she hissed at the two of them, turning and stalking away from them.
As they watched her figure retreat, Buffy turned to Xander, a mystified look painting her eyes dark. Holding up her hands in the air in surrender, she shook her head, mouthing a silent question to him. Xander merely shrugged and appeared none the wiser.
“Boy trouble,” he said, by way of paltry explanation. “I guess it’s boy trouble. She always gets snippy when she likes someone.”
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Willow managed to avoid Xander and Buffy all morning, including during History when she blatantly cold-shouldered the two of them when they began hissing questions at her from behind their large text books. She frowned fiercely at them and managed to foil their attempts to pass her a note by promising to talk to them later. However, later turned into lunch break, by which time Willow snuck away outside as soon as the bell rang.
Wandering into the pavilion, Willow found herself a quiet spot that was shaded by the stone arches above. I just want some time alone, she pleaded, eyeing the passing students with suspicion, in case any of them happened to be Xander-shaped or Buffy-esque. Actually, that’s not right. I want some time alone with Tara. She sighed inwardly at the thought of the other girl. Some days were more difficult than others, given their timetables. Tara wasn’t in all of her classes, and often they didn’t even catch sight of one another until the end of lunch; all that gave time for a was a quick squeeze of one another’s hand or if they were really lucky, a stolen kiss before afternoon study called them away from each other.
And a week ago I didn’t know what I wanted, Willow thought, reaching inside her schoolbag for the apple she had brought with her. And now all I want is her. All I ever want is her. Rationality hadn’t figured largely in her attraction to Tara. Because rationality would tell her that this was too fast; that they should become friends for at least six months and then take things really really slowly. But meeting Tara had been like an explosion in her life, blowing what she once prioritized to the edges of her mind. And now all she could think about was blonde hair, a tender smile and the soulful eyes that seemed to reach into her very heart.
Rubbing the apple absent-mindedly against her cardigan, Willow couldn’t help smiling fondly. Yesterday Tara had left a card inside her locker, pushed through the slats at the top of the door. It was a simple thing, but on the front it had portrayed two smiling hearts holding hands and making lovey dovey eyes at one another. Inside, Tara had written “You make my heart smile”. Even the memory of it now made Willow’s own chest squeeze tight with emotion. It wasn’t just that Tara was sweet; even though that was one of the qualities the redhead liked best about the girl. No, there was a certain vulnerability about the blonde that made her even more endearing. She seemed so innocent and open-hearted at times. And then again…Willow let out another sigh as she paused, the apple halfway to her mouth. Then Tara would touch her and kiss her and make her feel alive and free, abandoned in the midst of a flurry of hands and skin and lips.
So Willow didn’t question it much. She knew that once she begun to do that; the wonderful specialness that was her and Tara right now might all fade away. And the last thing she wanted was for the dips and turns her stomach took at the sight of the blonde to leave her. She actually welcomed the near nausea she got everytime Tara was near. Or the faint dizzy feeling that spun her occipital lobe down somewhere near her ankles. There is no badness about this, she thought smugly. Except for the lying to my friends and avoiding them and missing out on homework and having to hide away when I’m at school… Okay, so maybe there was some badness about it.
She let out a sigh and lifted the apple to her mouth, crunching down on the white flesh and feeling the juices slide across her tongue. Being a girl who liked girls, or, at least, one girl could be pretty hard on the old stealthy nature. And she’d never really been much of a one for the stealthy. It eluded her. She always ended up blurting out exactly what should remain a secret, and lying…well, lying just wasn’t her thing.
“Hey,” a soft voice at her ear made her almost choke on her mouthful of apple. Looking up, she saw Tara drop down onto the stone bench beside her, those blue eyes gazing fondly towards her. “Sorry I’m late,” Tara continued, letting her schoolbag slip to her feet and smoothing down the lines of her long skirt. “I got caught up in a line to buy a sandwich. When I realised what the time was, I kind of didn’t bother and ran right here.” She shrugged and laid her hands in her lap. Looking down at those slender fingers, Willow felt a sudden chill run up her spine, tingling into her brain. She touches me with those. She loves me with those. They’re like, my fingers really. I mean, they’re on the ends of her arms but they’re like mine…
“You don’t have any lunch?” Willow enquired, her pretty face crinkling into a frown.
“It’s fine,” Tara smiled, “I usually brown bag it but this morning I just didn’t have time.” A faint darkness entered her gaze as she stared down at her schoolbag. Twisting her hands against one another, she seemed to lose herself in the moment. “Uh, anyway,” she shook her head, dispelling the thoughts and the darkness, “it doesn’t matter.”
“No, it does,” Willow insisted. “Here,” she held out the apple that had a large Willow-sized bite taken out of it. Meeting Tara’s eyes, she offered a small grin of consolation. “I bit it.”
“I see that,” Tara couldn’t help laughing at the rather forlorn look on the redhead’s face. I wonder if she knows how much I adore her. If she knows how much pleasure I get from just being near her.
Willow withdrew the apple. “You don’t have to…” she mumbled.
A hand on her wrist stopped any further movement. Eyes glinting, Tara pulled Willow’s hand towards her mouth and slowly parted her lips. Baring her teeth she leaned in and took a bite out of the apple, licking at the white flesh with the tip of her tongue before munching down on the mouthful of fruit. Willow swallowed. Okay, she thought, she’s even sexy when she’s eating an apple. We have so got to do another study session. Soon.
“Mmm, thanks,” Tara mumbled, swallowing.
“Uh…that’s okay,” Willow said absent-mindedly, her eyes still fixed on Tara’s fingers, wrapped around her wrist. Blinking, she glanced up at the blonde again. “I missed you today,” she said softly, watching in satisfaction as the other girl smiled at her, the corners of her mouth turning upwards gently.
“I missed you too,” Tara said. Letting go of Willow’s wrist, much to the chagrin of the other girl, she planted her hands onto the stone bench on either side of her hips and leaned backwards, pushing out her legs underneath the garishly colored skirt she wore. “In fact,” she said, dipping her head so that her hair fell forwards to hide the faint blush on her cheeks, “I’ve missed a lot, over the last few days.” The tone of her voice dropped towards gravelly and Willow couldn’t help shifting on the seat next to her.
“Oh god me too,” she breathed out in a rush. “I kept thinking…no, I kept wondering if…you know, if you’d missed it…I mean, being with me. Uh, the two of us. Just, you know…” she trailed off, aware that she had started far too many sentences to finish. Shaking her head dumbly, she gave a deep sigh and looked down at her lap, dropping the hand holding the apple onto her jeans.
“Willow,” Tara’s voice was close to her hear, tickling the strands of copper there. A finger traced back over the shape of her ear, tucking some hair behind it. The fingertip slowly trailed down Willow’s cheek, resting on her neck to be joined by several others that pressed firmly against the skin there. “I’ve missed being with you so much,” a sigh accompanied the pressure of the fingers that were even now kneading spirals of pleasure across the redhead’s skin. “I can’t think about anything else. I really can’t.”
Turning to face the blonde, Willow’s gaze met clear blue, honesty shining from the pools like a beacon that she was unutterably drawn to. It touched her heart, the incessant need for the contact with the other girl, for the way they spoke to one another without any words at all. It was immediate, and encapsulated every one of her senses.
“I need you,” Willow heard herself say, her voice thick with a sudden desire that welled up from her very soul. “Tara, I need you,” she repeated, seeing a fire that her words had lit appear in the other girl’s eyes.
Moving her hand down, spreading it over Willow’s back, pushing it down to her waist, Tara finally reached out and took Willow’s hand in her own. Squeezing at the fingers, she bit her lip and steeled herself. “I know,” she answered. “I feel that way too. I can’t…” she paused, “I c-c-can’t not be n-n-near you.” Two tiny lines appeared on her forehead as she pressed her lips together in anxiety at the stuttering. She let out a short sigh of impatience, “I don’t know how t-t-to s-s-say…”
“Ssssh,” Willow shook the blonde’s hand and smiled reassurance into the worried gaze in front of her her. “It’s okay, really. I know. I know how you feel. Being away from you is…” she pushed her lips into a firm line and shook her head irritably, “it’s all kinds of bad.”
“I wish we could use the library tonight,” Tara said disconsolately.
“Me too,” Willow agreed, leaning against the shoulder next to her. “I wish there was somewhere we could go.” Sitting up, she couldn’t help smiling as her eyes raked up and down Tara’s body. Letting the apple fall to the ground, she reached out with her free hand and pushed the blonde hair off Tara’s shoulder. “I like the taste of that bit just there,” she pushed her fingertip against the ridge of Tara’s collarbone. The blush that she received from the other girl went some way to allaying her despair.
The shrilling bell from inside the school resounded in both girl’s ears, eliciting yet more sighing and drooping of shoulders. Rising from the bench, they grabbed their schoolbags and made their way into the already busy hallway. Wanting to hold the other’s hands but knowing they couldn’t in public made it all the worse. Willow wished she possessed the strength to show the affection that was bursting out of her most of the time, but knew that she couldn’t subject herself, or Tara to that kind of ridicule. Well, not just yet anyway. Maybe towards the end of senior year. Maybe at the Prom.
Wait a minute, the little voice of rationality inside her head piped up, you’re actually thinking about a future with Tara? Like this is more than just a phase or something? Glancing over at the blonde, Tara met her eyes and they shared a smile. Oh yeah, Willow grinned inwardly, definitely not a phase.
Wandering past the lockers, they came to a junction in the corridor and halted. Reaching up to twist at the strap of her schoolbag, Willow tilted her head onto one side and blinked slowly, her eyes misting to light green.
“So I guess I’ll see you…tomorrow?” she said sadly, remembering that Giles was stocktaking at the moment, and subsequently had comandeered the library after school.
“I guess,” Tara nodded slowly.
“I wish I could just blow off fifth period and go somewhere, you know?” The wistful tone of the redhead wasn’t lost on Tara, who looked up and down the corridor as students milled around them, their density rapidly thinning to leave the two girls relatively alone. “But my mom is home working right now and Giles is all about the book sorting and you’ve got family there all the time at your place and – “
“Come with me,” Tara grabbed Willow’s hand and hurried her away from the few students dashing to class, pulling her towards the other end of the corridor. The determined look on the blonde’s face indicated that she was not to be argued with, despite the cold sweat that broke out on Willow’s forehead at the thought of actually missing class. She had meant that comment more as a placebo than an actual wish. She’d never missed class before. And for Willow, never really meant just that.
Dragging the redhead to an inconspicous door marked private, Tara grasped the handle and jiggled it, the movement having much the same effect on her breasts. Peering at the eighth and ninth wonders of the world, Willow blinked as the blonde grinned widely at the click of the lock, twisting on the handle and pushing the door open. The wall of warmth that lifted up and blew into their faces stunned them momentarily, before Tara skipped forward and pulled Willow behind her, letting the door swing to with a metallic clang.
“Tara?” the redhead squeaked.
“Boiler room, downstairs,” Tara said in a low voice and started towards the metal staircase that led down into the depths below the school.
“But it says private on the door,” Willow commented fearfully, her instincts kicking painfully in.
“Exactly,” Tara spun around and gave her patented seductive half-smile that made Willow forget that fifth period had already begun. In fact, the look that flashed through Tara’s eyes pretty much made Willow forget her own name. Meekly, she followed the blonde down the metal steps into the darkness below.
When they reached the foot of the stairs, the redhead squinted, trying to make sense of the layout. In front of them, the stone floor was littered with boxes of various kinds, shielding the huge pipes that spread up across the walls and to the ceiling. They sprawled like some kind of monstrous tentacles out of sight, under floorboards above. Following the path of the pipes back, Willow noticed that they were all linked to a huge boiler, rumbling and humming at the far end of the room. The pilot light winked behind a glass square as though it too, was more than aware of their motives for coming down here.
This is kind of spooky, Willow thought, as Tara led her past the boiler to a dark recess where there was a chair and a low table, presumably used by the janitor at some time. Dumping her bag onto the chair, Tara took Willow’s and placed it on top of her own, then grinned almost shyly at the bemused redhead.
“I don’t want to know how you know about this place,” Willow said, glancing around and frowning. “Is this where you bring all your dates?” She meant it as a joke, but somehow it came out rather more bitter than she had intended it to.
Tara’s face dropped. “All my…what?” Moving closer to Willow she reached up and cupped the girl’s face in her hands, the heat swimming lazily between them like an intense summer breeze. “Willow, I’ve been here for two weeks. You’re the only person I’ve wanted to take anywhere in that time. In fact,” she glanced downwards, almost embarrassed by her sudden declaration of emotion, “you’re the only person I want to take anywhere, ever. I don’t make a habit of this you know, s-s-seducing w-w-women in the boiler room.” Her lips twisted painfully together as she tried to control the sudden burst of feeling in her heart.
“I hate not being able to touch you,” Willow remarked glumly, her hands resting lightly onto Tara’s hips. “I see you in school and all I can think about is how you feel on me. How it feels when you…oh god…” she trailed away into nothingness as Tara’s lips settled on her throat, nibbling gently in a line down from her chin. The blonde’s mouth worked harder, adding more pressure until Willow was sure her knees would buckle from the sheer pleasure. Hands reached up and slid the cardigan from her shoulders, letting it drop onto the floor behind her feet; the fingers on those hands moving to slide up and under her shirt.
Lazy circles of desire were being stroked across Willow’s stomach, leaving behind silver trails of want. The tingling worked its way into her groin, the redhead barely able to keep her need in check. Tara’s mouth found its way up her neck to the hollow just behind her ear, where a tongue slid easily in and out of the little dip, making the pulse beat maddeningly in response. Lips moved upwards, to where the redhead’s waiting ear received a breathing declaration of her name that chilled her to her very core.
“I always want you Willow. Even before I met you,” Tara whispered, her hands sliding around the redhead’s waist to pull her close against her own body. “I wanted you before I knew who you were. Don’t you see? This is fate.”
“Mmm, fate. Nice.” Willow was painfully aware of her monosyllabic answers and wanted to say more. In fact, she had practised a whole speech about liking Tara for more than just her curves and the way she sighed when Willow kissed that particular spot at the base of her neck…but now it seemed redundant. In fact, rational thinking seemed redundant. Or indeed, thinking at all. The heat of the room upped itself a notch, making an itchy bead of sweat trickle down the small of her back.
Tara moved her mouth down to the base of Willow’s throat, the top of her head rubbing underneath the redhead’s chin. Nipping gently at the skin there, she traced the curve of Willow’s throat down to the hardness of her collarbone, dragging her lips down over the shape underneath her.
“I wish I didn’t want you so much,” Tara murmured.
Willow put her hands onto Tara’s shoulders and pushed her back, the blonde moving a step back with a frown. A questioning look entered the blue eyes directed Willow’s way, and Tara swallowed the lump of regret in her throat. That wasn’t what she meant at all. You stupid dork, she told herself angrily, you get her alone and then you tell her something like that without explaining it. Stupid.
“You don’t want me? You don’t want to want me?” Willow’s eyes were large with misunderstanding. Shaking her head, she puffed a breath of air up to cool her forehead, which was even now damp with a faint sheen of sweat. Ignoring the beads of perspiration that were starting to form at her hairline on the back of her neck, she gripped Tara’s shoulders firmly. “What?” she asked forlornly, hoping against hope that she had misheard, misread, just missed everything.
“No,” Tara reached up and laid her hands over Willow’s, the palms sticky with the heat from the room. Licking above her upper lip, she tasted the salty tang of perspiration and breathed deeply, the air in the boiler room offering no respite from the growing heat. “Willow, I didn’t mean – “
“What did you mean then?” the redhead tried to move her hands away but Tara held onto them firmly and wouldn’t let them go.
“I m-m-meant I wish this wasn’t getting in the way of everything,” Tara began, but realised that she was just digging herself a deeper hole. And the light at the top of it was dimming in the redhead’s eyes with every word. “No, that’s n-n-not what I meant,” she muttered.
“Don’t you like…this?” Willow’s brow crinkled in a way that Tara found unutterably adorable.
“Oh god Willow, of course I do!” Tara let out a laugh that seemed inappropriate, ridiculous as the redhead’s assumption was. “Don’t you know how much?” She shook her head wonderingly, “I can’t get through a day without wanting to touch you, wanting to be near you like this. Don’t you see? I just can’t.” The pleading note in her voice subsided somewhat and she relaxed a little, squeezing a little more gently on the hands underneath her own. “What I meant was that it’s like something I’m compelled to do,” she said, her gaze dropping down shyly. “If I didn’t want you this much, I wouldn’t be dragging you into the bowels of the school. I’d be trying to be romantic and stuff…” She sighed disconsolately, “I’m not great at that kind of stuff. In fact, I pretty much suck at it.” A shrug lifted her shoulders and she opened her mouth as if to say more, then shut it again, squeezing her eyes closed. That whole speech about feelings pretty much went by the wayside then, she thought grimly, recalling the long and rambling exposition she had practiced in front of the mirror last night in her room.
“Bowels of the school?” Willow enquired, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She had realised halfway through Tara’s explanation that what they had between them wasn’t really just about sex at all. In fact, she’d realised that just thinking about the first moment she had laid eyes on Tara. It was something quite different. She wasn’t sure exactly what it was yet, but she knew that it wasn’t just a physical attraction. And here she was, this adorable, wonderful woman in front of her, actually apologising for wanting Willow. Something in the redhead’s mindset was euphoric in response. “You trying to turn me on?” she grinned, peering underneath Tara’s furrowed brow and catching a glimpse of thankful blue looking back at her.
Lifting her head, Tara knew that Willow understood. She knew that the redhead felt the same way. She also knew that there would be a time for exploring their feelings; a time for verbalising what was running wildly through their veins. But that time wasn’t now. As Willow’s fingers moved softly over her shirt, sending a vague expectant thrill down her body; she knew that that time was definitely not now. Raising her eyes to meet the deep green searching her own, her smile widened.
“I have to try now?” she quipped, aware that Willow’s body was inching towards her own, the inevitable moment of contact only mere seconds away.
Willow’s mouth pursed into a kiss before it blurred out of Tara’s vision and she found her lips enveloped in a sweetness that plunged down into her heart, seeking refuge and finding it wholly. The redhead’s tongue ran the length of Tara’s full lips before parting them and dipping inside, tumbling and playing with the blonde’s own tongue. An appreciative rumble came from the blonde’s throat and she let go of Willow’s hands to pull at the shirt the other girl wore, slipping it up the redhead’s body. Breaking the kiss, the two girls stepped back and smiled foolishly at one another.
“Is it me or is it hot in here?” Willow murmured, rubbing her thumb against Tara’s lower lip, swollen and rosy red with passion.
Tara lowered her eyelids, looking at Willow through a haze of lust. “Oh, it’s you,” she smiled slowly, the tip of her tongue reaching out to trail along her lip.
“I’m so hot!” Willow sighed, puffing out her cheeks and running a finger around the collar of her shirt. She cast a cursory glance towards the boiler and glared at it, as though it would courteously become less hot or something.
Tara looked instead at Willow, taking in the redhead’s flushed features, her mouth open. She was breathing hard, her eyes glazed somewhat, whether by the rising heat or by passion, the blonde couldn’t tell. On the girl’s forehead, a faint glistening of perspiration beaded its way down from her hairline to make her face seem as though it was sparkling in the half light. Tara’s throat constricted momentarily. Willow was so beautiful. So, so beautiful. It almost hurt to look at her.
“You really are,” Tara said slowly, softly, her voice no more than a caress that brought Willow’s eyes spinning round to rest on the blonde. As their eyes met, there was one single thought that communicated itself from one girl to the other.
Quickly, pulling at her shirt, Tara wrenched the buttons from their holes and parted the flaps of material, baring her flesh to the redhead. Willow, similarly, pulled her t-shirt up and over her head, letting the warm air tangibly fall onto her shoulders. Giggling, both girls moved towards one another again, their limbs entwining with the other’s as they embraced and bumped their lips together.
Her passion rising with each sticky breath she inhaled, Tara nudged Willow back towards the metal staircase until the redhead’s ankles bumped against the bottom step. Grinning wickedly, the blonde let her mouth fall onto the small swell of Willow’s breasts, cupped daintily in a lacy bra. Pressing her mouth onto the girl’s chest, Tara inhaled the sweet scent of Willow, mixed with the musky aroma of her sweat. Reaching out her tongue, she licked a line down in between Willow’s breasts, pushing the moisture as far down as she could. Lifting her head up, she took in the startled expression of the redhead, green eyes glinting with the richness of lust.
“This has to come off,” she said, reaching her hands around Willow’s back and unclasping the bra, sliding it off the girl’s body. Her nails raked down Willow’s arms as she did so, eliciting a delicious sigh of pleasure from the redhead. As her hands came back up, Tara cupped Willow’s breasts in her hands, rubbing her thumb roughly over the nipples that were erect and painfully sensitive. Moaning out loud, Willow tore at Tara’s bra and somehow removed it, pressing her own fingertips into the lush flesh that tempted her so.
Almost stumbling against one another, both girls pressed their mouths together, tongues fumbling and falling in an attempt to get closer, to get nearer. But it still wasn’t enough. Willow closed her eyes, the rushing sensation firing blood up through her veins, pumping it fiercely around her body and into her head, making her dizzy. A growl emerged from her throat and she grasped Tara firmly, turning her round and pushing her down onto the metal steps that led back up to the school hallway.
As she sunk onto the third step from the bottom, Tara steadied herself by placing her hands palm out onto the textured metal stair. The staircase was cold against her back, thankfully so, given the humid air around them, so she didn’t complain but instead rather enjoyed the myriad of sensations afflicting her body from, it seemed, all directions.
And in front of her, Willow dropped onto her knees, leaning over Tara and catching one of the blonde’s breasts in her hand; her mouth finding the other breast and taking the nipple between her teeth. Hissing out a response, Tara reached out, grasping the balustrades that ran underneath the metal railing of the stairway. Closing her fingers around them, she arched her back, pushing her nipple further into Willow’s mouth. The flat of the redhead’s tongue painted layers of delight over the tip of the nipple, torturing it up into a peak that was a throbbing nub of desire, sending shock waves of sensation to echo into Tara’s groin. Hardly noticing her movement, she began to push her hips forward, moving them up and down in an unconscious reply to Willow’s methodical stimulation.
Closing her eyes, Tara leant her head back, feeling the roughened edge of a step nudge the back of her head. Pressing herself against it, she used it as leverage to push her body forwards, always moving towards Willow, never away. Her mouth hung open, breaths rushing out in a gasp of pleasure every time Willow stroked her tongue over the tip of her nipple. Delicious, salacious, everything she wanted to give herself to and had never dared…being with Willow made her feel like she could do anything, say anything, be anything. And she gave herself to it totally, utterly. There was simply no other option.
Sucking in a huge lungful of air, Willow pushed herself up off Tara’s body and looked down at the half naked girl in front of her. Her heart was beating so fast that she was sure she would pass out in the thickness of the air down here. But the allure of Tara’s outstretched body kept her senses alive, kept her wanting more, always more.
Hardly daring to give action to the fantasies that had taken her away from herself so often in the day, Willow tentatively reached out and touched the long skirt Tara wore. Spreading her fingers over the blonde’s kneecaps, she pressed very gently onto the material, feeling the cotton brush up against her palms. Tara’s head came up from the stairway, the muscles in her upper arms flexing visibly as she pulled herself up to a sitting position. Mouth half open, she gazed down at Willow, who simply stared back. Her chest heaving, Tara gasped and shook her head imperceptibly, wondering what the redhead was going to do. She missed the sensation of Willow’s tongue on her breasts, the fingers kneading her skin, the breath mixing with perspiration on her chest.
“Oh Tara…” Willow whispered, the name falling from her lips with the exhalation of air. Behind them, the boiler rumbled and sparked loudly, belching another spurt of heat into the pipes that ran far over their heads. Willow blinked once, her chest constricted as much by passion as by the heat around them both. Curling her fingers into a ball, she grasped the skirt and pushed it up, up over Tara’s knees, pushing it back to the top of the blonde’s thighs. Raking her fingertips up the fleshy limbs, she pushed against the cotton panties Tara wore, and hooked her thumbs underneath the elastic hugging the girl’s hips.
Pulling roughly on them, Willow jerked her head towards Tara, giving a silent order for the girl to lift up her hips. Doing so, Tara felt Willow pull her panties down her legs, down to her ankles, where she pulled them over the blonde’s shoes and discarded them to one side. Returning to the body in front of her, Willow spread out her hands and pushed her hot palms up the length of Tara’s legs, right up to where the softness of her belly protruded slightly underneath the waistband of her skirt.
“Wow…” Willow whispered, a look of quiet awe on her face. A tiny frown plucked at her forehead as she moved in closer, her fingers trailing over the baby soft skin of the other girl. Tracing the blonde’s legs up and down from knee to thigh, Willow laid her head down onto the flesh, kissing a track that followed the path her fingers had taken. Tara groaned and laid her head back onto the step, her hips beginning again that slow dance back and forth.
Willow spread Tara’s legs gently, pushing her knees apart and nibbling at the tender, sensitive flesh on the blonde’s inner thigh. The whimper she heard somewhere above her head smiled kisses that she gladly planted closer and closer to the point of Tara’s desire. The musked scent drifted towards Willow’s nose, making her own body thrill in response. She knew what she wanted to do. She knew what she had to do.
Hooking her arms under Tara’s thighs, Willow moved herself closer to the girl. She splayed out her fingers, digging them deep into the other girl’s ass, feeling the flesh there welcome her touch, the warmth of skin and body inviting her in. Her heart reached up into her throat as she dropped her head to the white softness of Tara’s skin. Some inches above her, a mess of damp curls rose and fell, drawing her close to the point of Tara’s desire. Achingly slowly, Willow struggled to hold herself back from exploring the wet channel and tasting the sweetness she knew she would fine. Instead, she set herself the task of running her tongue up to the top of Tara’s thigh, then back down to her knee. Wetting the skin with her saliva, she blew gently on it, the cool air of her breath making Tara squirm under her fingers, gasps of pleasured shock bursting from the blonde’s mouth.
By the time Willow had moved onto Tara’s other leg, the blonde was muttering under breath and thrusting her hips forward more forcefully, the glistening wetness of her pussy swelling the lips towards Willow’s mouth. The scent of Tara was intoxicating, her lush pussy running with droplets of moisture that Willow ached to taste, glistening their way down the red puffy outer lips that held in them secrets the redhead knew Tara longed to divulge.
Willow lifted her head just once, to let her eyes roll up the length of Tara’s body, taking in the tension encapsulated into one shining pillar of flesh. The blonde was gripping the metal struts of the stairway so hard that her knuckles were white and taut, her fingernails digging into her own palms. Her lips were moving soundlessly over words that her mind couldn’t clarify. All she was aware of were the feelings rocketing down her spine, sending signals of white fire into her brain.
“Tara,” Willow sighed, tightening her hold on the other girl, her fingers clenching the round fleshy buttocks of the blonde.
Opening her eyes, Tara gazed down at the hungry expression coloring Willow’s face. Her mouth pulled upwards into a pained smile as she fought to regain her breath, her cheeks flushed with the heat that was emanating from between her legs, flooding out to fill her whole body, it seemed.
“Willow,” she growled, her voice coming from deep inside her. “Please Willow, please fuck me.”
The tip of the redhead’s tongue came out to flicker over her lips as she blinked slowly, her lids dropping down to cover the deep green of her eyes just once.
“How?” she breathed, scraping her nails over Tara’s ass.
Whimpering, Tara lifted her hips up, pushing them towards Willow’s face. The muscles in her arms tensed briefly as she grasped onto the metal, feeling it press hard against her naked body, comforting in its coldness.
“Taste me,” she moaned, “please, please taste me. Please Willow…” she trailed off as she let her head drop back, closing her eyes and moving her pelvis round in a slow circle of desire.
Willow moved further up Tara’s body, pressing her face against the heated flesh on the girl’s upper thighs. By the time her nose brushed against the flurry of damp curls, Willow was sure she was touching heaven. Her tongue stretched out to lick a long slow stroke from the bottom of Tara’s pussy up to the top. The groan the other girl gave sent shivers down the redhead’s spine, encouraging her on to seek further entrance. Forcing her tongue past the swollen lips, she closed her eyes and reveled in the heat that dropped against her mouth. The coppery tang of Tara fell onto her tongue, making her taste and savor the hot wetness like something precious, something rare, something so infinitessimally glorious that she was hardly aware of actually moving. But moving she was. Her tongue was increasing in speed, lapping at the wet channel in front of it, slipping into the dark recesses of Tara’s pussy and delighting in the sticky sweetness it poured over her.
Tara grunted and threw her hips forward, forcing Willow’s tongue deeper inside her. Droplets of sweat fell from her forehead to slide down strands of her hair, darkening the blonde to a deeper shade of gold, more valuable and desirable than her usual tone. The buzzing in her thighs as Willow pressed her tongue against her clit increased tenfold. Letting out a cry, she called the other girl’s name, her voice swallowed up instantly by the heat in the room, drowned out by the increased rumbling and rattling of the boiler beyond them. Circles whirled around her clit, teasing the flesh up to a point of heartbreaking desire, stuck in a perfect moment of sense and touch and emotion.
Crying out the redhead’s name once more, Tara let go of the metal struts that were her support. Her palms cried out in pain as the indentations of her grasp regained feeling, and she flung her hands forward, burying themselves into sweat-dampened locks of red that were tickling over her thighs. Wrapping her fingers around Willow’s hair and tugging none too gently on it, Tara pulled the other girl more firmly between her legs, spreading out her fingers onto the wet scalp in front of her and rubbing her pussy up and down against Willow’s face.
For an aching second, the tongue on her clit paused and Tara gasped aloud, pulling a ragged breath into her heaving lungs. Then, too fast for her to recall it later, Willow’s tongue sunk deep inside her, traveling the hot channel and thrusting further than it had done before. It seemed as though the tongue was rough against the smooth slippery walls inside, seeking out and finding all the tender nerve endings that were crying out in tandem with Tara as she pulled Willow against her. Whirling around, lost in a swelling tide of emotion that overtook the both of them at once, Tara gave herself up to the orgasm that wrenched at her soul and flooded out into Willow’s mouth. Fighting for breath, Tara let go of Willow’s head and threw her arms up over her head, her wrists knocking against the metal stair above. A lazy trickle of sweat rolled down between her breasts as Willow hovered up over her.
Their eyes met.
Leaning down, Willow kissed Tara softly on the lips, the taste of the blonde lingering on her mouth. Smiling into the embrace, Tara brought up her arms and encircled the slight body of the other girl, realizing that she was trembling in the aftermath. She nuzzled her face into Willow’s shoulder, feeling tears pricking the back of her eyes.
For a moment, neither girl spoke, merely holding onto one another as though for dear life. A faint rumble over their heads was accompanied by a faint shrilling as the bell indicated that fifth period was now over. With some pride and not a little gleeful shame, Willow realised that she and Tara had been in the boiler room for almost a full hour. I guess blowing off classes is as fun as people say it is, she thought, giggling slightly.
“What?” Tara held Willow up off her and gazed quizzically into the sparkling green eyes.
“Nothing,” Willow shrugged, “I’m just happy, I guess.”
“Yeah?” Tara smirked, her breathing returning to what passed for normal every time she was around Willow. “Not as happy as I am, I suspect.” They shared an oddly shy giggle and Willow dropped a kiss onto the blonde’s lips.
“I guess we should get out of here before anyone finds us,” Willow sighed, reality kicking into her consciousness with a cold start. Nodding, Tara sat up as Willow moved away, the blood rushing to her head and flickering dark patches across her eyes. A faint smile crossed her lips. And it’s like that every time she touches me, she thought wistfully, watching as the redhead painfully got up off her knees, brushing at the legs of her jeans.
“Although who’s going to look down – “ Tara began, and then stopped as voices drew close to the door only ten steps away from them. Familiar voices. Horribly familiar voices. A pair of startled green eyes darted towards her and the two girls looked at one another in horror as the voices stopped just outside the door.
“She never turned up?” Xander’s voice drifted down to two pairs of agonized ears.
“Nope,” Buffy replied. “It’s not like her you know, she’s always so…” she searched for the right word.
“Punctual?” Xander suggested. There was a short silence which Willow took to mean agreement. She felt a scowl tug at her face. They think I’m boring, she muttered inwardly, I know they think I’m boring.
“She’s been kinda wiggy lately though,” Buffy’s voice echoed down the stairwell. “Like she’s got something else on her mind. I’ll be talking to her and she’s miles away. Not like our Will, ya know?”
Willow straightened up, puffing out her chest and assuming an expression of abject horror. “Well that's just mmmmf!” she began, only to find a hand clamping itself over her mouth. Tara glared at her and shook her head curtly, indicating that if they could hear Buffy and Xander, chances were Buffy and Xander would be able to hear them. The hardness in Willow’s eyes subsided somewhat as she realised she was dangerously close to Tara again, the naked body of the other woman almost brushing up against hers.
Frowning, Tara craned her neck up again, listening carefully.
Nothing.
The clatter of feet on the hallway continued for a few seconds more, offering some reprieve from discovery for the two girls. Turning back to Willow, Tara was surprised, and a little amused to see the redhead’s eyes glistening seductively at her. Her hand still clamped over Willow’s mouth, the blonde couldn’t help letting out a hiss of a laugh and shaking her head.
“You,” she said, removing her hand but not before Willow kissed it quickly, “are incorrigible.”
“Not punctual?” Willow smirked, reaching for Tara’s hand and stroking her thumb over the back of it.
Pulling the redhead to her, Tara ran her fingers over the pert nipple jutting out in front of her and grinned. “Oh no,” she smiled, teasing the pink nub into a hard point. “Not punctual.” Willow opened her mouth to reply, but instead all that came out was a long drawn out sigh of pleasure.
“You’re missing sixth period,” Tara murmured, dragging her fingertips down to the waistband of Willow’s jeans, where she toyed with the button momentarily. Glancing up at the redhead, she raised her eyebrows suggestively.
Willow met the blue gaze with not a little wonder and felt the flush of desire reawaken, throbbing its way into her loins. Buffy, Xander and punctuality were all forgotten in the electric contact of Tara on her skin. Pushing herself onto the blonde’s lips, she closed her eyes. “Who cares about sixth period?” she whispered, feeling Tara unbutton her jeans and slip a couple of fingers inside. “I think I’m getting all the education I want right here.”
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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...
[This message has been edited by tommo (edited March 14, 2002).]
by jomarch » Wed Mar 13, 2002 11:24 pm
As usual, this new installement is fantastic. I don't think I can look at any of the highschool episodes anymore without thinking, hmmmmm, did they do it behind the bleachers shown in Inca Mummy girl or in the bell tower in earshot etc....
by tommo » Wed Mar 13, 2002 11:46 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 AutumnT » Wed Mar 13, 2002 11:48 pm
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Autumn
I have the sudden urge to dedicate my productive cooperation.
by BytrSuite » Wed Mar 13, 2002 11:59 pm
I love how we get a little development of the relationships and then a totally mind-blowing sex scene that goes on for pages and pages. I love it.
Awesome. And thank you for writing this.
by Pixie » Thu Mar 14, 2002 12:02 am
by tommo » Thu Mar 14, 2002 12:03 am
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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 DaRebel » Thu Mar 14, 2002 12:14 am
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"No, no potions. It's not magic, it's chemistry. You can tell by how damn slow it is!" Willow 'Doublemeat Palace'
by jessan15 » Thu Mar 14, 2002 1:36 am
*shakes her head*
*tosses 20's in the air and whips out some 50's*
MORE for the love of all that is Willow good and Tara holy...MORE!
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Love will find a way.
by catalyxt » Thu Mar 14, 2002 1:56 am
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"She wears her wild side like a cheap perfume"-AV
by Charlie » Thu Mar 14, 2002 4:28 am
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“You’re my wife now…” Papa Lazarou
-The League of Gentlemen
by LeatherQueen » Thu Mar 14, 2002 7:10 am
And just so you know, I had the first part stuck in my head all day yesterday and it made it incredibly hard to shelve books in the back stacks of my library.
And I happily agree with whomever asked for a library cage scene.
But water? Heh... where could that be... Oh! The school swimming pool?? Oh! Oh! Didn't someone mention skinny-dipping? Or was that just me imagining things again?
So here's my new Official Pens Board Motto: Yay Smut! Go Smut Go!
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"Honey, I'm the original one-eyed chicklet in the kingdom of the blind." -Glory
by Brynn » Thu Mar 14, 2002 7:33 am
by xita » Thu Mar 14, 2002 8:08 am
your faithful ritten!
by wiltar » Thu Mar 14, 2002 8:45 am
Patricia
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"What are they looking at?"
"The hotness of you, doofus!"
by Catwalks » Thu Mar 14, 2002 8:52 am
Goddess
water next!! - are you trying to kill us!
don't get me wrong I'm not complaining - i can die happy from a heart attack!!
keep them coming!!!
B
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Good, cause ... I want my room to be Willow-friendly.
by MoMack » Thu Mar 14, 2002 9:05 am
by Dumbsaint » Thu Mar 14, 2002 9:30 am
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Shiver me timberless.
by tommo » Thu Mar 14, 2002 9:39 am
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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 Thanatopsis » Thu Mar 14, 2002 10:00 am
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Riley: We like the ceiling fan.
Willow: Yes! It's very...you know, kind of old south.
Buffy: But without the unpleasant slavery associations.
-The Replacement
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