Warning: this chapter is NC17
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Tara walked side-by-side with Willow down the corridor as they headed towards the redhead’s apartment.
When they had reached the front door, Willow started to rummage through her purse. Knowing exactly how the date was going to end, she was a bundle of nerves as she fumbled with the ring of keys she had taken out, before inserting the right one into the keyhole. She turned around once she had unlocked the door to face Tara, who was standing a couple of steps away with her hands clasped loosely in front of her.
"I really had fun tonight," Willow said, her words coming out with a slight tremble to them.
"So, do I get to kiss you now?" Tara asked with a hopeful expression, smiling charmingly at the same time.
Willow was about to answer when the sound of a door opening down the corridor drew both their attention. They looked toward the direction and saw a woman, who appeared to be in her mid-forties, exiting her home. She casted a weird look at the two women before starting down the hall toward the stairwell.
Tara arched an eyebrow when she saw the look, but shrugged it off as she turned back to Willow. Something nagged at her at the back of her head and after doing some mental digging, she realized what it was.
"Does your neighbor still live here?" Tara queried, turning her head back to look down the now empty hallway.
"My neighbor?" Willow asked, her forehead wrinkling with a concentrated frown as she looked over Tara’s shoulder down the same hallway.
"Yeah, you know, your neighbor?" That I slept with, she added internally. "I just can’t seem to remember her though," Tara added, a sheepish expression washing over her features.
Willow perked up in comprehension once her mind served her with the memory. "Well, you better remember me." She smiled seductively as she reached out to take Tara’s hand and backed into the apartment door, taking one deliberate step at a time. Tugging the brunette forward, Willow kept her rapacious eyes locked with the astonished blue ones in front of her.
When her back bumped into hardwood, her free hand slid up the white refined surface before slowly wrapping her fingers around the smooth metal doorknob. The unanticipated coolness made her spine shiver involuntarily.
Tara’s mind had gone into a momentary standstill when she caught the suggestive glint in Willow’s green irises and she found herself being drawn to their beauty. The sight was very much similar to looking at the impressive sparkles of sunshine as rays of sunlight reflected off an expanse of lush forestry. Her temporary inactive body was pulled forward by a gentle force toward Willow, but rather than finding herself to be closer to the other woman, the distance between them seemed to remain unchanged. The realization kick started the brunette’s brain back into gear and she quickly closed the space separating them by moving ahead with a few hasty steps.
Willow would have laughed out at the impatience shown by Tara, had she not been occupied with slowing down her rapid heartbeat. Her grip on the doorknob loosened as her back pushed open the door, bringing the two of them into her apartment. As Willow backpedaled into the apartment, she began to veer off course, her back hitting the wall beside the opened door. Tara was standing in front of her, their bodies barely touching. Her regulated breathing had turned ragged as she continued to look into the detective’s intense yet affectionate gaze. Out of the corner of her eye, Willow noticed the front door drift close causing her heart to race out of control.
As soon as she heard the distinct click of the bolt extending into its strike plate after pushing the door shut with the back of her foot, Tara brought her unbounded hand up to caress Willow’s cheek before leaning in to capture the redhead’s inviting lips.
The moment their lips touched, she thought her heart might explode in delight. Extracting her hand from Willow’s hold, Tara raised her arm slightly to rest her palm against her date’s waist. Slowly, Tara wrapped her arm around the other woman’s torso when the redhead arched her back, a moan escaping her lips as the kiss deepened.
Willow melted into the tender embrace as their tongues began to engage in a sensual dance, feeling her legs on the verge of giving out. She quickly tensed up the muscles in her thighs before taking a few steps forward, forcing Tara backward, attempting to guide them toward the bedroom.
"Bed-"before she could get out the second syllable, Tara eagerly cut her off with a feverous kiss.
As Willow navigated Tara backward through the apartment, they made brief stops at the side of the couch, the television shelf and the kitchen island, discarding their respective shoes along the way. With their mouths still firmly attached, they stumbled through the open door leading to the master bedroom. Consumed with passion, they tangled their hands in each other’s hair, turning scrupulously fashioned hairstyles into perfect messes in a matter of seconds.
Tara slid her hands out of Willow’s copper locks and down to her exposed upper back, trailing her fingertips teasingly across her shoulder blades. As she felt Willow shiver under her gentle caress, she smiled into the kiss, pleased that she was able to evoke such a reaction from the medical examiner. Lowering her hand a little further, Tara located the zipper of the silky black dress and gradually pulled it down.
Willow felt her tight-fitting gown loosen around her figure as cool air instantly swept in to hug her exposed skin, providing a much needed relief for her increasingly warm body. It didn’t take long before Willow felt herself becoming restless and began to let her own hands wander down across the front of Tara’s chest, gently massaging clothed breasts which elicited a pleasured moan from the brunette.
Tara kissed her way down to Willow’s neck and nipped at her pulse point before moving on in a diagonal to her sternum. Disengaging her lips from the porcelain skin, Tara slowly lowered to her knees, her eyes focused on the emerald green ones above her as she tugged Willow’s dress the rest of the way off her body.
"Willow…" Tara breathed out, her fingers instantly rising to tenderly trace the bandage covering the healing gunshot wound.
"Tara, it’s okay," Willow whispered through heavy breathing as she looked down upon the concerned brunette, her heart clutching for a whole new reason.
"Are you sure? Because I don’t want to hurt you," Tara spoke with great uncertainty as she stood up, wearing a worried expression.
Willow nodded and gave a reassuring smile. "You won’t. I’ll be fine."
That was all the assurance Tara needed. She slipped out of her own clothing with a little help from Willow and a few seconds later, the two women stood clad in just their underwear. They stared amorously at each other, like nothing else in the world existed or mattered. Tara then reached around Willow to unhook her bra and slowly slid the article off her shoulders, tossing it away haphazardly before Willow returned the favor.
Tara smiled softly and held out her hand for Willow to take, leading them to the side of the bed. She watched Willow lay herself down onto the bed, before climbing onto the bed, straddling the redhead’s waist. She let out a subtle shaky breath to sooth her nerves, the beats of her heart multiplying. She was never one to get nervous in this kind of situation, but somehow, she was.
Tara carefully placed one of her knees between Willow’s leg and both of her hands on either side of her face, hovering over Willow. The way the redhead looked so vulnerable underneath her tugged at Tara’s heart strings. She leaned down and kissed Willow deeply, wanting to envelope her with all the love and care she could give.
Willow reciprocated the kiss with equal passion. Positioned between Tara and the soft mattress, she felt as if she was lying on a cloud, bathed by the warmth of the sun. With one hand on the back of the brunette’s head and the other on her waist, Willow pulled Tara down onto her. There was an involuntary jerk of her body and an emit of a strangled groan from Willow when pain sparked her abdomen once their bodies were pressed close together, applying unintentional pressure on her wound.
Tara pulled away from the kiss instantly, looking into teary eyes with a horrified expression.
"I’m okay," Willow assured, before lifting her head up to capture Tara’s lips again.
Her hands started to roam around the brunette’s tensed body. Her fingertips trailed down the curve of Tara’s shoulders, drawing across her lower back and then moving around her hips until they were gliding up her chest to entwining in lush brown hair once more. In an effort to relieve the pulsation between her legs, Willow bucked her hips up against Tara’s thigh.
Tara relaxed the muscles in her body when Willow’s hands traveled all over her, caressing every area of her exposed skin. She gently pushed herself into Willow when she felt dampened heat against her thigh, carefully avoiding putting too much force behind her thrust. Her causing Willow pain without pleasure was simply unacceptable. As their hips rocked together, Tara moved her lips to Willow’s neck then to the valley of her breast and further downward, leaving a wet trail of kisses down her slender body.
Willow squirmed under Tara. Her eyes were squeezed shut; feeling a bit more agonized with each passing second. All she really needed was a single touch to send her into rapture. Her emerald eyes sprung open when she felt fingers grazing her hip, a gasp escaping her lips as those same fingers tugged at the waistband of her panties before pulling them off completely.
Before she had time to comprehend what was about to happen, Tara's soft lips were placing butterfly kisses to the redhead's inner thigh, trailing upward toward her vagina, before giving one broad lick from entrance to clit. Willow's hands immediately flew to her girlfriends hair; tugging slightly. The pulling only spurred Tara on as she wrapped her lips around WIllow's clit and gave the swollen bundle of nerves a light suck.
As the pathologist's nails scrapped along her scalp, Tara sucked harder, immediately eliciting a string of muttering moans. After relishing in her girlfriend's husky moans for several minutes, Tara lined up two fingers with Willow's gushing entrance. Unable to resist from teasing the redhead, the detective held her fingers still for a brief moment, smirking at Willow's huff of pure frustration.
"Please, please Tara," Willow begged as she gyrated her hips into the brunette's face.
"What do you want?" Tara asked as she pulled back slightly, her tongue snaking out to flick against Willow's throbbing clit.
"I want you to fuck me," Willow whined as she thrusted her hips upwards once more. "Please Tara, I need to feel you inside me."
Lowering her mouth back to her girlfriend's pussy, Tara resumed with her oral stimulation before swiftly inserting her two fingers into the redhead, moaning in satisfaction at Willow's grunt of approval.
As Tara's tongue and fingers simultaneously brought her closer to the edge, Willow's grunts turned into high pitched moans as her back arched off of the mattress. Tossing her right leg over the brunette's shoulder, providing better access to the detective, Willow found herself growing wetter.
"Oh god, baby," she whimpered. "I'm so close."
Spurred on by Willow's words, Tara sped up her movement, her fingers pumping faster as she gave short, tight licks to the squirming redhead's clit. On her forth thrust, Willow's hand landed on her shoulder with a clap; fingernails digging almost painfully into her flesh, but she didn't care. Her fingers continued to move diligently inside of her girlfriend, curling upwards to stroke her g-spot as Willow's body tensed, the muscles in the leg draped over her shoulder uncontrollably quivering.
The only sound Willow managed was a choked little sob as she came undone, her inner muscles tightening around the fingers still buried inside of her. Gently, Tara freed herself from Willow's legs and lifted her head, grinning as she licked her lips.
"You taste delicious," Tara hummed as she savored the juice coating her fingers.
"Hmm," Willow replied as her tired eyes gazed dreamily upon the brunette, the fingers on her left hand absentlmindedly playing with the ends of the brunette's hair.
"You tired baby?" Tara asked, taking in the redhead's thoroughly-fucked demeanor.
"Yes."
"Okay," Tara stated lovingly as she placed a tender kiss to the redhead's stomach, inches away from the bandage. "Why don't you get some sleep then."
"No," Willow swiftly replied back.
"No?" Tara asked, her right eyebrow cocking high. "But you're tired."
"I am," she admitted, her top teeth nibbling lightly on her lower lip. "But, I'm also still horny."
"Oh," came the brunette's sudden reply as a lustful grin spread across her face. "Well, what kind of girlfriend would I be if I let you go to bed still horny."
Carefully, she climbed back up the redhead's body, trailing kisses all along the exposed porcelain skin before reclaiming the other woman's parted lips. The kiss turned heated, tongues dueling for supremacy as Tara's fingers began a slow dance between Willow's thighs in a most distracting manner.
Just as Willow was about to beg for a merciful relief, Tara’s fingers slid into her, their simultaneous moans muffled through their shared kiss.
Tara was getting close to her own state of bliss just by pleasing the women below her. She was pouring her feelings into the kiss, showing her love with each thrust. So focused was she on satisfying Willow. Tara failed to notice a hand gliding down to her own center until it was too late. She groaned into her ever passionate kiss at the unexpected penetration, barely holding up her body weight with her elbow when she crumbled to prevent collapsing onto a rather fragile Willow.
Their hand movement gradually began to synchronize, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through their bodies until a final drive from each of them pushed one another over the edge, falling into the abyss of pure ecstasy while moaning out their lover’s name.
Tara dropped down onto the empty side of the bed, panting heavily. Her eyes were closed as she tried to catch her breath. Sweeping dampened hair away from her face, Tara ran the back of her hand across her forehead, wiping away the beads of sweat that had formed.
Willow turned and moved close to Tara as soon as she came down from her high, throwing her arm across the brunette’s stomach while tangling their legs together.
"I love you," she whispered, nuzzling her face against Tara’s neck.
Tara smiled to herself when she heard the declaration, before opening her eyes and tilting her head down to give Willow a tender kiss on her forehead. Running her free hand through wet copper hair, Tara looked longingly at her girlfriend before whispering back, "I love you too."
Willow hummed blissfully as she slowly drifted off to sleep, shifting her body around slightly to get into a more comfortable position. Tightening her arm around Tara’s waist, Willow buried her face deeper into the detective’s neck before finally settling down.
Tara stared up at the ceiling as she grazed her fingertips up and down the redhead’s upper arm. "You didn’t answer my question earlier, you know?" she said in a quiet voice, too physically drained to speak at her normal volume.
"Hmm?" Willow mumbled sleepily.
"Does your neighbor still live down the hall?" Tara asked, continuing to stare blankly up at the stucco ceiling.
"Why? You’re not thinking about going back to her, are you?" Willow questioned, tilting her head up to narrow her eyes at Tara. She was suddenly feeling wide awake.
"What?" Tara replied in a high-pitched voice, chuckling at the absurdity of the notion. "Of course not."
"Well, even if you are, you can’t." Willow answered, nestling her face against the side of Tara’s, giving the other woman a small peck on the cheek. "She moved out a few months ago."
"Good then, spares me the awkward meetings in the hallway," Tara responded, before closing her tired eyes.
Willow frowned in thought at the contradictory of Tara’s words. "You said you didn’t remember what she looked like?"
Tara rolled her eyes open, shifting her gaze sideways to look at Willow. "I don’t … but she remembers me."
"What makes you think she remembers you?" Willow asked skeptically.
"Oh, I’m sure she does," Tara breathed out smugly. "You should know that by now."
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