HOMECOMING binky
Summary: Willow comes home from her conference early. Set in 2012, California. Yes, witches/magic/vampires/slayers, but veers from canon soon after "Hush".
Rating: AO
Warnings: Um, mystically conceived kids. This isn't everyone's thing, heck, I'm not sure it's mine. But if you are really bothered by the premise, this might not be for you.
Notes: A not-quite PWP/smut-fluff using a weekend sex-a-thon as the premise to explore some more serious themes, i.e. parenthood and marriage.
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1. FRIDAY NIGHT
Willow fidgeted in the narrow coach aisle seat as the captain announced their final approach to San Diego International. The jet lag and the almost six hour flight from Providence had been getting to her for the last two hours, creeping softly over the edges of her excitement to be on her way back home. It was just after 1:00 AM local time and truncating the national conference at Brown she had just attended as a speaker from the scheduled five days to three meant her body had only just partially adjusted to the three hour time difference. But boredom and missing her family had pushed her to catch the last coach flight back home on stand-by rather than wait for her business-class return flight she was booked to take in two days, which would have landed at a much more reasonable hour.
The plane started its descent and the attendant who had been attempting to flirt with the redhead for the first two hours of the flight stood to take the PA handset to make the pre-landing announcements. It had taken the two hours for Willow to get a clue, before she finally raised her left hand and very deliberately wiggled her fingers to show off the thin gold wedding band that had been hidden when holding her iPad, smiling shyly.
Ten years with only the second person she'd ever professed her love for often resulted in her being oblivious to even the most aggressive advances of players of either gender testing the redhead's availability. Generally the cluelessness would first lead to irritation with their encroachments into her personal space, then eventually flattery and embarrassment as the realization sunk in about why they were being so forward, followed almost immediately by disbelief and the conclusion that surely she had misunderstood their intentions, even if they took the heavy-handed approach. Tara was the same—if anything, her lover was even more prone to the embarrassed self-effacement, maybe because Willow had been her first in every significant way.
The fairly good-looking young man had afterwards stayed away. Maybe he was embarrassed at his lack of success, maybe insulted. Whatever the reason, a female co-worker had handled Willow's snack and drink order instead. Now he was back, adjusting the PA system and advising Willow and her fellow passengers to power off their electronic devices, store their bags and adjust their trays and seat backs back into the fully upright position. Those standard airline phrases gave Willow an extra burst of adrenaline to be back home.
The wheels touched down and her heart skipped a beat as it always did when taking off and landing. Willow had acquired an acute fear of flying, ever since a life-altering event four years ago, when she and Faith had been kidnapped mid-flight from the small charter plane ferrying them over international waters between Scotland and Spain where they'd been Scoobying by a faction of Ban-Ghot demons who brought the two women to their hell dimension to be pawns in their civil war… It had been a long year in the human world for her young family, and a long seven years, give or take, for her and the rehabilitated Slayer in the hell dimension. Keeping track of time had often been secondary to running for their lives from the various demon clans out to prove themselves against the most powerful witch and one of the original two slayers in the human world.
Her first flight after her return had been rough, to say the least. Boarding the mid-sized DC10 had been smooth enough, but the shaking and general unease began pretty much immediately after take-off. She had spent almost the entire two hour flight from San Diego to Seattle to visit Dawn curled up in a ball under a travel blanket, tucked under Tara's arm which just barely made it bearable. Kera had been 8 and Lily still 3 at the time, and being infantilized like that was crushing to her, leaving Tara in an even worse position than had she traveled with the girls alone.
Better off without you...
That thought still haunted her, so once on firm ground in Seattle, Willow set her famous resolve to never be incapacitated like that, to the point of being unable to provide for her family, ever again.
She still had flight fear even now, even in larger planes like the current 747. Since that incident and after her powers had been restored a year after she had brokered them away with one of the ruling clans in exchange for her and Faith's return, she had concentrated on her defensive skills. One skill that remained elusive, however, was teleporting. When push came to shove, she could accomplish a trip short distances with some proficiency, but teleporting cross-country still took a lot of power that tended to come with a heavy price. On the practical side, doing so undocumented would raise too many questions that couldn't be explained with non-Sunnydale logic. Considering Sunnydale was now a crater in the ground after Buffy's epic battle with the First over seven years ago, she couldn't count on Hellmouth vibes explaining odd happenings that still tended to occur around her as a practicing mega-witch, one of if not the most powerful in the world. Besides which, Tara didn't approve of using the big magicks in such a frivolous way anyway. Flying was much easier and actually a thrill, but hardly a practical way of traveling twenty miles much less 2,000.
So Willow sucked up her phobia, which she had come to terms with by facing in her usual logical, methodical way, so that rather than a paralyzing terror it was now mostly an acute anxiety mixed in with a healthy, normal dislike of traveling through airports.
She thought again of her love, and unconsciously smiled what many would consider a very goofy grin. As soon as the plane touched down, Willow had powered her iPhone back on but had kept from calling and waking Tara, conscious of the hour and excited to surprise her with her early return. As an independent programmer, Willow had the luxury of working from her home office, allowing her to take care of Dani and the older kids when school let out, before Tara's own school day ended and she came home. With this invitation for Willow to speak at the academic conference on Technology and Postmodern Religions, Tara had taken the week off to take care of the kids. Xander had stepped in to take them over the weekend until Sunday evening, just after her regular scheduled return. So that gave Tara and her at least one and a half days of uninterrupted alone time. That was a rare commodity since Dani was still just 14 months.
Almost from the beginning of her relationship with Tara, both had realized a healthy amount of sexual lust was an integral part of their attraction—as much as the profound spiritual feelings they had for each other. That hadn't lessened with the familiarity of years of sharing the same bed. Even now, part of her early return scheme had as much to do with the rare event of the kids being out of the house and having Tara to herself for a day and two nights, uninterrupted. She was reminded of that fact by the pleasant warmth between her legs, thinking of her woman.
The desire stayed strong as the plane taxied toward the waiting gate but she quelled it to a pleasant hum as she waited patiently in line for the full flight to deplane, then made her way to the baggage claim area with the rest of her weary fellow travelers. Another twenty minutes later, the baggage carousel finally spat out her one piece of luggage, at least made easier to spot with the yellow stand-by tag, a little fuller than when she had left, holding some souvenirs for the kids and a special present she had picked up for Tara during a jaunt into the older and seedier part of downtown Providence. Riding in the taxi home, she let the want flow free reign through her, so that by the time the cab pulled up to their two-storey detached Victorian in Chula Vista, her panties were decidedly damp.
She was buzzing anew with anticipation, leaving her briefcase by the side table in the foyer and not bothering with any of the lights, instead heading straight to the main staircase off the entrance to the second floor to their master bedroom at the end of the hall. She left her bag just inside the door of their bedroom, kicked off her shoes, shed her jacket, shirt, jeans, and bra, tossing them onto the stuffed armchair in the corner. She pulled on the first tee shirt she found from her top drawer as she quietly approached their bed. Tara's curvy form under the sheets made her nipples hard. They brushed against the cotton almost painfully as she slipped in behind to spoon her lover, barely refraining from pushing her mound into the sleeping woman's behind. However, she couldn't help running her hand from Tara's hip underneath her tank top across her stomach to just underneath one full breast. Tara did not wear a bra when she slept. It was one of the many wonderful things Willow appreciated about her lover. She maneuvered herself to lean into the dark blonde hair and breathe in her welcoming, familiar scent…
"Gary, no," Tara groaned. "I need to get my strength back before Willow gets home…"
Willow squeezed Tara's breast extra hard, ending with a twist of her nipple. "Ha ha, very funny." Gary was the plumber friend of Xander's who had worked on the remodel of their master en suite last month. He seemed like a nice enough guy, clean, polite, and fairly good looking for a man, she'd thought, until Xander let it slip that he had asked about Tara's availability after the first day of working on their bathroom. Xander had had to babysit him for the rest of the week to make it up to Willow, since the man apparently really was that clueless.
Tara giggled as she flicked the bedside lamp on then turned and looked over her shoulder. An impish grin and her sleep-tousled hair and half-lidded eyes in the low light of the lamp took Willow's breath away. "Not that I'm not glad to see you, but why are you here?"
"Couldn't stay away any longer," she whispered. Her fingers were still on Tara's breast under the other woman's tank and began to softly play.
Tara's nipple hardened more between Willow's fingertips, belying her wry response, "Booty call couldn't wait, huh?"
Willow grinned, happy Tara was willing to play. "It really couldn't." She lifted her eyes briefly to Tara's. "How's Xander doing with the kids? Still all good?"
"He called at nine, said everything was great and he was putting them to bed so they could get an early start tomorrow, but I could still hear all three in the background. They were pretty loud. Not exactly what I think of when I hear 'getting ready for bed' but I'm sure he has everything under control."
"Or he at least thinks so."
Tara smirked. "So how was the conference?"
Willow stopped playing with Tara's breast to tug on the bottom hem of the tank top the other woman had been sleeping in. This was routine for the two women. Tara smirked but pulled the shirt easily off her torso. As soon as Tara had tossed it to the side, Willow gently pushed her lover back to the bed and straddled the other woman's waist. Both her hands went immediately to Tara's bare chest. "S'okay. Problem with these things is they always group similar topics together for some reason. So if your panel is one of the first to go, you kind of shoot your wad early, to borrow a phrase which I'm sure has been used on more than one occasion by our friend Gary."
Tara rolled her eyes at Willow's abrupt crassness.
Willow grinned. "So you wind up missing the other talks that would be more up your alley, so to speak, but then it's kind of rude not to stay and try to act interested in what's left. Until you start thinking of your hot woman waiting for you at home who you really want up your alley, to continue the lame euphemism." Tara shook her head to show her exasperation but didn't interrupt the rambling explanation. "Then you make up any kind of flimsy excuse to beg the conference organizers off the rest of the all-expense paid trip and leave early. From there, all that's left is to show up at the airport and hope you can get something home on standby. I got lucky on the last flight. It was late by the time I got the call to board then there was no time before I lost my phone signal. Musta been in Verizon territory—damn phone kept losing signal almost the entire time. We only touched down forty minutes ago, then I had to wait for my bag."
"You should've called when you got in. I would've picked you up."
"Didn't wanna wake you and there were still cabs waiting."
Tara let her lover ramble, as it gave her plenty of time to feel the heat between Willow's legs and the dampness of her panties on her belly and let the same warmth build through her. But it was late… "Baby, aren't you tired? You can sleep first."
"Slept on the plane," Willow lied, still distracted with Tara's pretty brown nipples as they hardened at her fingertips.
Almost ten years together and still worried about Willow's acquired fear of flight, Tara saw through it easily. She grasped Willow's wandering hands in her own, forcing the other woman to look her straight in the eye.
Willow crumbled easily against Tara's pointed stare. "Okay, I tried to sleep on the plane. I napped. A few times. It was great. Better than great! I'm feeling fresh as a daisy, for being cooped up in a tin can on boosters rocketing through the sky with 200 other strangers breathing recirculated air, paranoid some creepy demon would …" A thought occurred to the rambling redhead. "Oh. Unless… you're not feeling…"
Tara sat up, shifting Willow in her lap and causing some very nice friction for both women. In case that wasn't enough, she leaned in and silenced her rambling lover with a firm kiss. "Not a question, sweetheart. Rarely is, and I'd tell you if it were, but I did some work on the basement after dinner, and I could use some freshening up myself before you—"
Willow leaned and kissed her lover just as firmly, leaving Tara a little flushed herself. "You taste as good as always. But I'm sure I have airplane stink on me. Do you wanna…?" She waggled her eyebrows suggestively.
"Put the new shower to use?" Tara finished the thought.
Five minutes later they were both in the recently renovated shower, just slightly warmer than necessary, water cascading down Willow's face and heaving chest and Tara's back as the blonde knelt in front of her barely standing partner. Tara's left arm was wrapped around Willow's thigh, helping Willow spread her legs, one foot planted but the other on the edge of the seat built into the corner of the stall. Mostly, she was propped up against the cool tile of the wall. Tara's right hand was busy spreading the swollen lips of Willow's sex to expose her engorged clit. Tara blew on it lightly, then extended her tongue to glide along the left inner lip, just barely stopping before reaching Willow's hard little nub.
Willow groaned. She was actually trembling with lust and was sure her clit would explode with the blood pounding through it if Tara didn't—
Tara languorously trailed her tongue back down the other lip, spreading Willow further and savoring her lover's familiar taste. Water was trailing down Willow's centerline, the little streams getting caught in the trimmed short hairs on her mound which diverted most of the water away from her entrance, so that Tara tasted Willow first and foremost. She probed gently at first, teasing with the soft tip of her tongue, under and around the hood of Willow's clit. After a few moments of this, she could tell Willow was already very, very close. The redhead's thighs were tensed and one hand was gripping the handrail of the shower door, her knuckles white. Tara smiled, remembering a time in a similar position in the much smaller shower of their first apartment together when Willow had let herself go while about to cum spectacularly as a result of the coaxing of Tara's increasingly talented mouth. She had ended up grabbing the blonde's hair, quite painfully, resulting in Tara's head jerking at a very inopportune time and an abrupt end to that night's activity that left both of them frustrated not to mention physically sore, though Willow's injury was clearly in a more tender area than Tara's nose. Thereafter, Willow was very good when the other woman was going down on her to grab anything but Tara's hair, no matter how much of her formidable higher brain function was lost at the moment.
"Fuuuuck…" Willow groaned.
"Okay," Tara agreed, and without further teasing drilled her tongue into her lover's pussy. Willow gasped, her hips beginning to move, asking for more of the wet muscle to fill her.
Tara loved it like this, loved the feel and the taste of Willow against her lips and surrounding her tongue, loved being inside the woman she adored, pleasing her any way she could. And Willow was so very appreciative in kind. She alternated gently sucking Willow's clit and fucking her entrance with her tongue, then eagerly licked up the fragrant juices that spilled from the wet pussy. She barely was able to keep up with the flow.
Tara pushed further into Willow's entrance, trying to reach as deep as her fingers would. Her nose bumped into Willow's engorged clit again and it was all enough to send the standing woman over the edge she had been teetering over for the better part of the past hour. She gasped as she rode Tara's tongue to a magnificent orgasm befitting the build-up, the pleasure radiating from her pussy to her extremities so intense she felt her knees begin to buckle. Her body was still shuddering as she began to slide down against the shower wall, her mouth open and eyes closed with the near shock of finally cumming.
Tara felt Willow's smooth inner walls gradually relinquish their squeeze around her tongue, signaling the conclusion of Willow's first orgasm of the night. She continued to lap at Willow's still throbbing pussy, prolonging her partner's orgasm even as she helped ease her down. She couldn't help herself from dropping a final firm poke of her tongue and kiss on Willow's clit before it dipped beyond reach of her mouth on Willow's way down. Willow groaned, but at least her mischievous lover hadn't sucked or worse, nipped. She finished her slide to the shower floor so she sat bonelessly with Tara kneeling between her splayed, useless legs. Tara scooted forward, Willow's arms rising to lie around her neck. She was smiling coyly as she leaned into a lazy kiss.
Willow tasted herself on the other woman's lips and tongue, ending with a swipe of Tara's chin that was still slick and shiny with her cum. She giggled at Tara's smug smile, covered as it was in her cream. "You know, we really don't get clean when we do this."
"Mmm. And not so much with the water conservation, either, despite the high efficiency showerhead," Tara teased, wiping her mouth then reaching up to turn off the water.
"Speaking of which, I'm getting pruny. And my butt's cold sitting here. Do you think I could take you someplace more comfy, like the bed?"
"Sweetheart, you can take me anywhere you want, as long as you take me."
Willow smiled, biting her lower lip. "Well, since you put it that way…"
Tara helped the other woman up onto her still shaky legs and out of the stall. She toweled herself off quickly on her way back to the bedroom, tossing her towel onto the stuffed chair in the corner before climbing back to the middle of their queen-sized bed, expecting Willow just behind her. While she loved going down on Willow, pleasing the other woman had been her primary focus, satisfying her own desire secondary to making Willow cum as hard as she could. She was still very much wet herself, her pussy needy and anticipating.
Instead, the redhead walked past to her suitcase by the door of their bedroom. Naked Willow leaned over to open and rummage through the suitcase, giving Tara a very nice view of her lover's pert ass and slim thighs, particularly when she bent over the luggage before straightening and turning to come back to the bed, holding a plastic bag. Tara couldn't discount the very real possibility the extra wiggle when Willow was bent over wasn't deliberate. She accepted the proffered bag, sporting a generic "THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATRONAGE!" across it, with just a raised eyebrow to question it.
"I, uh, got you a present while I was walking around the older, non-made-over part of Providence. Well, it's for both of us, really." Willow watched her lover's face carefully for her reaction as she reached into the bag.
Tara pulled the harness in its clear plastic bag first, which prompted a curious, puzzled look, as they didn't have a dog—hadn't been able to get one despite Willow prematurely promising Kera, after they'd found Lily was allergic to dog fur at the shelter. Then the comprehension hit, and Tara immediately reached back into the bag to pull out the long, plain white box. Willow was still looking at her somewhat anxiously, so she took a moment to compose herself before smiling at her lover. "It's a little too heavy to be a wand from Ollivander's."
Willow was encouraged by the gentle prod. "I know we've only just talked about it a couple of times before, and you said you were interested but you laughed when you said it, so maybe you weren't serious and were just trying to reassure me—which I love about you, among other things. But if that's the case, it's okay. We don't have to use them, though I don't think I'll be returning them, either, number one, 'cause even though there was no outright declaration of policy against returns, I'm pretty sure these are not the kinds of things you can get a refund for, unless maybe for warranty, though nothing electric with these. I mean, the leather obviously, might have issues, and rubber can break down with age or over-use depending on the quality, but silicone's good for this kind of thing… On top of that, even though they were kind of expensive, I paid cash. I, uh, know that you know that I can be, uh, money-conscious about these kinds of things…"
Tara knew it was true. She wasn't sure if Willow had always been frugal about personal spending all her life—she tended to think not, considering how generous Willow had been on their first few Espresso Pump and Magic Box "dates" as friends, just because Tara clearly was more financially strapped than Willow, who was still being supported by her distant but generous upper-middle-class parents. But then Willow had somehow gotten Tara pregnant with another spell gone awry, and after the disbelief gave way to acceptance, she had thrown herself with typical Willowish resolve and bravery into financially supporting Tara through her pregnancy and the follow-up medical care, housing, and baby products for Kera and Tara. She had also been determined to do so with as little dependence on Ira and Sheila as possible. Despite the fairly well-paying freelance programmer's salary Willow had managed for some of the many local start-up and mid-sized gaming firms in their part of California, they were still just college kids, and things had been so tight…
Willow had continued to ramble on as was her wont through her explanation of her spendy but useless present, not noticing the fond smile on Tara's lips as she recalled their early times together. "…And I know there're online stores and usually they're cheaper but it's really something you need to pick out in person. Maybe now, if we get good at this, we can finally make it to Good Vibrations and not feel totally out of place. It's practically our duty as California lesbians. Plus, not really something I wanted to pay credit for. I know better than anyone how electronic transactions can make a record that's almost impossible to erase, credit cards especially—not that I would've been embarrassed by this, 'cause, you know, I'm not a prude or anything. Or, uh, I hope you think that, 'cause if you don't, then I've got other problems." Willow laughed, nervously. "But it's also not something I want TPTB to know—the ideological institutional ones who spy on us and manipulate us, I don't care much what the divine ones think they know. So anyway, I'm not going to fly back to Providence to return them any time soon, 'cause that'd be pretty dumb…"
"Will," Tara interjected gently.
Tara finally reacting made Willow shut up immediately. She waited patiently for Tara's reaction.
"I laughed because it's a little embarrassing to say out loud, 'yes, I want to try toys.' But I meant it when I said everything we've done has been wonderful, even when it didn't go as well as we'd hoped, just because it's been with you."
Willow smiled with relief. This was exactly what she'd hoped Tara had meant.
Tara opened the long box and this time couldn't help but giggle. The prosthetic was a very sexy and lesbian-friendly bright purple but was shaped relatively realistically, if a little larger than Tara expected. "It's, um, cute. And big."
"They had bigger ones but I figured this'd do for our first try, especially since neither of us have been exactly big with the penetration."
Tara smiled affectionately at her lover. "You think of everything, sweetheart."
Willow only grinned smugly at the compliment.
Perhaps there was some unconscious gender mystification still at play in their relationship, what with Tara carrying and giving birth to their three daughters and Willow somehow always being the "daddy" (Kera named her so as soon as she had started to talk and Lily and Danielle had followed their big sister's lead after they, too, became vocal) but for whatever reason, it seemed both women understood Willow would wear the gear, at least for their first time. If Tara were being completely honest with herself, despite their easy assumption of their non-traditional postmodernity, she knew this had worried her at first when Willow had brought up possibly venturing into toys, that Willow might miss penal intercourse. But those insecurities, she was a little embarrassed to admit even to herself, had lessened at Willow's first halting description of her fantasies of topping Tara when she first broached the topic.
Between pre-washing the silicone toy which they did together, the two of them giggling at their suddenly virginal status, and the lack of instructions that came with the harness, it took a few minutes to completely outfit and settle Willow. Once a good enough fit was achieved, Tara climbed back into bed with Willow following close behind. Willow had also picked up some KY during her visit that she now spread along the shaft of the dildo and around Tara's inner lips. Tara was dryer than she normally would be due to lingering nervousness, and Willow did not want her woman to be uncomfortable.
Tara spread her legs wide and held herself open while Willow attended to her, which her lover did slowly and sensuously. Willow fingering Tara's folds and rubbing her clit awake from its brief nap relaxed her a great deal, so that she was quickly as wet as she had been while going down on Willow in the shower.
Willow bent over Tara to lick and suck on a nipple as she continued to finger-fuck the other woman's folds. When her fingers were able to slide easily through the lube and Tara's natural wetness, she entered Tara's pussy with fore and middle fingers.
Tara shifted, opening herself up even more, and Willow easily added her ring finger to the fucking while she toyed Tara's clit with her thumb. Tara ran her fingers through Willow's hair and the redhead obediently released her nipple and straightened to kiss her lover slowly and gently. A few moments of this leisurely finger fucking had Tara ready for more. She moaned, low and long against Willow's mouth. Willow pulled her fingers out and retreated back to reckon the angles while Tara waited as patiently as she could muster for Willow's next move. Tara was sitting upright, propped up a bit by the pillows, leaning against the headboard. Willow couldn't figure how it could work that way. "Um, not sure how you feel about it, but I think if you get on your knees, baby…"
Tara wordlessly turned herself onto her knees so she faced the headboard of the bed. She spread her legs wide and Willow scooted behind her, the toy pointing straight to Tara's swollen pussy, shiny with the lube and her own juices. The sight and smell almost made Willow dizzy. She recovered quickly and got into position herself, feeling only slightly awkward as the dildo waved lazily in front of her. She felt a little out of balance and took her time entering Tara slowly from behind, holding her lover tightly around the midsection to her. Willow groaned, as the base of the toy ground against her own swollen and sensitive clit. Her eyes were squeezed tight as she pushed slowly into Tara until the toy was buried to the base. "You're so tight, baby… Are you okay?" She started a slow push and roll with her hips.
Tara was feeling… stuffed.
"I—I want…"
…to see you…
"Okay," Willow whispered back and pulled out of Tara's pussy just enough for the blonde to turn to her back. Tara bent her legs so her entrance was off the bed, cradling the other woman between her thighs and opening herself for her lover to slide easily back into her.
This sharing, a type of aural phasing due to the intimacy of their physical contact, Willow figured out later, was accepted much more naturally than the first time the magical mindlink occurred, a few months after they became lovers their sophomore year at UC Sunnydale.
It was just another development in their rapidly developing, if unconventional relationship. Willow would remark about it later, how they seemed to have started out at this love thing sort of backwards. First, as spell-casting partners, thrown together in the laundry room of Stevenson Hall the night the Gentlemen had come stalking the campus for their next victim. Life and death situations like that often accelerated more normal ones like ordinary friendship. That started quickly, but the really, really accidental pregnancy as the starting point in their meandering detour to becoming lovers wasn't exactly something either woman could have planned.
So maybe it was inevitable that Willow fumbled even the most "normal" part of their adventure together a little, at first. As soon as she realized the strong feelings she was experiencing in Tara's company exceeded the normal bounds of friendship or their natural spell-casting synchronicity, she went through a two-week period of thorough self-reflection involving bouts of doubt, denial, and, she was a little embarrassed to admit, even suspicion. She had never thought to question her heterosexuality growing up pining after Xander, or with her year-long relationship with Oz, at least until she met her vampire doppelgänger in their junior year of high school. But even then, the ick factor of Vampire Willow had overshadowed the confusion of her twin's predatory sexuality. Besides, this thing she had for Tara was so not that. She only partially realized it at the time, and even becoming aware of it, she found herself unable to stop it, but she distanced herself from Tara to give herself time to process the possibility that she was indeed at least newly gay, and what she was feeling was a massive crush for her always gay friend.
Of course, Tara had been hurt and retreated herself, believing, partially from unfortunate prior "almost" experiences, that it had been too much for her first real, close, but straight friend. She had been devastated when only days after she'd reconciled herself to the fact Willow no longer wanted to be friends, she found out they had somehow made Kera, and everything changed. After she had told Willow, the younger witch went full-tilt into duty-mode. That came with issues all its own. The last thing Tara wanted was to be Willow's by default…
Willow started a gentle motion, trying to reach Tara's extra sensitive place that would accelerate her undoing. It was different—a challenge—finding it with the end of the toy, rather than her fingertips. She had been able to find it within seconds the first time she had tried ten years ago. The sense memory quickly became knowledge and always led her back without fail. Using the extension, however, she could only rely on Tara's reactions to her movements. The little noises Tara made spurred Willow on. It was different, but definitely still felt so fucking good, having her lover inside her this way, her mouth and hands free to tease all the other parts of her body. Willow continued her gentle, slow rhythm, and after a minute of the leisurely fucking, was able to slide the length of the extension into Tara's cunt, completely sheathing the bright purple dildo inside her lover. Tara's hands moved from Willow's shoulders to her hips and Willow followed her directions...
The realization of it was like a slap in the face to younger Willow. She wasn't really prepared the first time she had a (really) wet dream about her new friend. But then the dreams became constant, prompting research, of course, and some jealousy of Tara's other female friends, few as they were, and awkwardness, until she worked up the courage to make a move, which entailed just broaching the subject to a somewhat shocked Tara. Tara was 6 months swollen with Kera when Willow had, rather clumsily, confessed that maybe she wanted more from Tara than being a birthing partner during delivery, and co-parenting when Kera would be born. Then it had become Tara who doubted, who suspected Willow was mistaking her over-developed sense of duty for something for her. It had taken a while for them to mutually acknowledge that there may be something between them, beyond magic, beyond even their child…
It had taken a while—Kera was already 4 months old when it happened, to get to the point of empirical proof, but when it came, so to speak, the fact was undeniable.
Sex with Tara was incredible.
It really was an aha! moment in Willow's young life. Aha! This is what bliss feels like. Being a warm, wet, boneless mass, cuddled into another soft body. Aha! It was a revelation, one that felt new each time. And they seemed to be getting better at it, too, which was crazy because, even that first time, woo and hoo! And the closeness... Oh god, it was like Tara was crawling around her soul when they were inside each other. But that night, tonight… Willow couldn't imagine being closer to anyone else. This is what always is.
Tara held her close. "W-What w-was…?"
Willow peered into her face. It had been months since Tara stuttered. But her love was only out of breath, nothing more. "Don't know," she whispered. "But was it—?"
"Mmm…" Tara assented. "it w-was good, just a surprise." Despite what Willow thought, she was still shaky, thinking she could be so open, unwillingly, unprepared, even if it was Willow. But instantly, it became alright. It would only ever be Willow. She was slowly catching her breath and still held her love close so that whispering was enough. "I won't be surprised next time."
Each time since, there would still be the slight shock, though it became less with every occurence. Now, especially given the timing, it barely registered, failing to break Tara from her steady, inevitable tightening…
Willow felt Tara's convulsions through the silicone connecting them. It was enough for her, too, and in the moment before she tipped over and completely lost rational thought, she imagined the apex they were launching themselves from, together, her body spread against Tara's underneath her.
Willow at last relaxed against Tara, their bodies slowly uncoiling. They were pleasantly sweaty and still flushed and buzzing from their lovemaking.
I love you. It was a spontaneous thought in Tara's mind, the words bubbling up and forming at the crest of the wave of intense emotion that often swept through her in moments like this. She knew Willow knew it and neither needed to be reassured by hearing the other vocalize it any longer, so she only squeezed her love tighter.
"I love you, too," Willow whispered back, anyway. She pulled the toy gently out of Tara but was too exhausted to free herself from the apparatus. They drifted into sleep like they did back then.
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