Chapter Thirty-Seven
Pairing: Santa and Mrs. Claus, Barack and Michelle, Rum and Coke... c'mon who else?
Angst/Drama/Smut Rating: Starts out PG-13 for a bit of blood and works its way to full on NC-!7
Setting: Sunnydale
Disclaimer: I in no way, shape or form own the characters or the occasional bits of dialogue that are being borrowed from BtVS; they’re owned by Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy et al. All original characters are in no way connected to BtVS except by me in this forum. No money is involved; this is simply for my own pleasure, and hopefully that of the people reading too.
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Author’s Notes: As always I’d like to thank my beta Crystal, especially after being “forced” to read pages and pages of smut, over and over again (such a hardship I’m told ). And for Richard aka Azirahael, this smut is for you my friend, you asked for this type of scenario, so you got it! Italics are used for emphasis. Music for this chapter was Flyleaf “Horizons”, Ellie Goulding “Halcyon”, The XX “Coexist”, and Bat for Lashes “The Haunted Man” (all of which I recommend).The mediocre teacher tells. The good teacher explains. The superior teacher demonstrates. The great teacher inspires. - William Arthur Ward******
Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable. - Bruce Lee“Tammy, you stay here, okay? Don’t let anyone else leave, and if they have a problem with it tell them to take it up with me,” Buffy scowled as she moved towards a weapons chest near the door. She rummaged through the large box and then grabbed a short sword. She tossed stakes to the three witches.
With a flick of Tara’s hand, a bright neon pink light appeared and bobbed cheerfully in front of her. “Take us to the missing Potentials,” Tara said and the light swirled for a moment before it zoomed away.
“Follow that Tinkerbell!” Willow said with a goofy grin, then turned to Tara. “I’ve always wanted to say that.”
Tara smiled warmly and kissed Willow’s cheek, the gesture made Buffy roll her eyes. Taking the lead at the door, Buffy rushed off into the steadily darkening evening. The group followed Tara’s ‘Tinkerbell’ closely; it led them quickly to a park near the rebuilt high school. It was surprisingly well lit, and the three potentials were clearly visible caught between the swing set and a jungle gym.
Much to their misfortune, the Potentials were surrounded by a quintet of uber vamps. The foursome watched for a moment and it became clear that the Potentials were being toyed with. The vamps were taking swipes at them; cutting them enough to wound while providing maximum pain, but not to immediately kill. Looks of grim determination hardened the features of Willow, Tara, Buffy and Dana as they moved swiftly towards the Potentials.
Willow and Tara rushed ahead of the group, and without words, they began to cast. The air around them began to crackle with energy as they prepared their spells. Willow hit one vamp with a cyclone of flame and watched it burst into flames but not fall to dust. It charged at Willow bellowing its pain and rage. Willow began to cast again as the vamp bounced off of the shield she quickly formed around herself.
Dana had levitated away the vamp that was tormenting Celeste; it hissed as it clawed at the air trying to reach Dana as it rotated out of reach. It also became obvious that Celeste was hurt the worst of the three Potentials. She was crumpled on the grass, barely sitting upright, bone white and bleeding heavily from deep a wound on her thigh. Several nasty gashes on her back continued to weep blood, although they were slowing.
Tara’s spells were more effective, however. She hit one vamp with her ice spell, drawing moisture from the vamp itself; she turned it into an immobile solid block. Turning in one smooth movement, she cast at another vamp. The bolt of electricity hit and began to fry it from the inside out as the creature hissed and popped before it exploded loudly.
Buffy rushed through the cloud of dust without hesitation, and sprinted towards the frozen vamp. With a graceful yet powerful roundhouse kick she shattered it into pieces. Not missing a beat, Buffy continued to close in on the last free vamp.
Buffy was giving as good as she got with the remaining vamp, obviously working out some frustrations on it. She was going for all the creature’s soft spots – of which there weren’t many. She repeatedly went for its knees, throat and eyes – anywhere that should have been soft and painful.
Tara turned to help Willow, but the overpowering scent of ozone and burning flesh filled the air. She watched as Willow sent another snake-like tongue of flame to dust the vamp as it clawed and howled while battering bodily at Willow’s shield.
Willow and Tara raced towards one another, and quickly joined hands. Taking a combined shot at Dana’s floating vamp, they dusted it in one go. Then Willow and Dana dashed over to the injured potentials. Dana immediately began to work on stemming the flow of blood from Celeste’s thigh, while Willow wasted no time going to work on Lisa-Marie, who was bleeding from a stomach wound and holding her right arm at an awkward angle close to her body.
Charity was plainly in shock – all wide glassy-eyed, and with a complexion the color of Elmer’s Glue. The blood dripping from her chin came from a deep laceration that ran from her eyebrow – her piercing now missing – to her cheek, making her pallor all the more apparent.
Tara yelled for Buffy to duck, sending a shot at the vamp Buffy was fighting, hitting it with a bolt of electricity causing it to cease its attack. That gave Buffy enough time to draw her short sword and separate its head cleanly from its shoulders.
As the dust cleared, both girls sped towards the small cluster around Celeste and Lisa-Marie. Dana had stopped Celeste’s bleeding, but she had passed out from the pain. Willow had done an unmasking spell to reveal just how much damage had been inflicted on both girls.
“You!” Buffy grabbed Charity by her shirt collar and shook her violently. “Do
you see them?” she pointed at the two seriously injured girls. “This is all because
you had to be a big shot!”
“I… I…” Charity stuttered.
“If you
ever pull a stunt like this again, so
help me…” Buffy raged.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Charity gasped out, and then she dropped to her knees to vomit loudly at Buffy’s feet.
“Buffy, let her be,” Tara said putting her hand on Buffy’s arm. “At least for right now we have other things to worry about. We’ve got to get Celeste and Lisa-Marie back to the barracks and we’re going to need her help to do it safely.”
“This is so not over,” Buffy said staring down menacingly at the heaving girl.
“Uhh,” Charity moaned as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Tara, help me with Lisa-Marie.” Tara put her hands on Lisa-Marie’s shoulder from the back. “Your shoulder is dislocated, and I think your arm is broken too,” Willow said. “Your stomach wound isn’t too bad, in comparison. Now fixing your shoulder, we can do that, but well, that’s gonna hurt. But it will at least feel a little better than it does now.” She tried to smile, unconvincingly at best.
“We can get your arm taken care of after that, okay, sweetie?” Tara spoke to the girl gently.
“Okay, on the count of three,” Willow said looking the girl carefully in the eyes and waited for her to nod in agreement.
“Okay, here we go, I’ll make it quick,” Willow placed her hands on Lisa-Marie’s shoulder, “One… two…,” With an almost imperceptible nod, she and Tara forced the girl’s dislocated shoulder back into place, the girl shrieked as it was shoved back into place.
Tara placed her arm gently around Lisa-Marie’s waist comforting the wounded teen as Lisa-Marie took deep breaths trying to keep herself calm. Willow gently wiped at her tears and smiled half-heartedly, trying to soothe her as much as possible. “It’ll be better now, I promise. Okay?” The girl looked at her with a tear stained face as she nodded again.
“Buff, we need to get them out of here, and like nowish,” Willow said. “Dana can levitate Celeste, and Lisa-Marie can walk back. We can close in around them, but we need to be ready just in case; it’s just… Celeste really needs a doctor. Buffy, her leg…” Willow shook her head sadly.
Buffy looked down at Charity sitting in the grass holding her knees close to her chest. “Hey, snap out of it, we need you.
She needs you,” she said harshly.
Dana used a spell to ease both girls pain, as she levitated Celeste carefully. Lisa-Marie stood close by as the other four surrounded them cautiously. Willow then encased Dana and the two injured girls in a shield as an extra precaution after watching Charity stumble repeatedly, she knew she would be of no real help. The group slowly made their way back to the barracks. Willow and Tara could feel the anger rolling off of Buffy; her crossed arms and silence was only more proof.
Once they arrived at the barracks, a hasty call was placed immediately to the Summers house to arrange transportation for the injured. Shortly after Xander arrived at the barracks, Celeste was bundled into the back of the car with Dana and Lisa-Marie riding shotgun. The nearest functioning hospital was almost an hour away, and Xander had no time to spare on the clock.
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The barracks was all abuzz with rumors about the mayhem during the evening’s events after the group made it back. Even Faith managed to crawl out of bed to try and help with Celeste and Lisa-Marie. She also quickly got the busy bodies in hand with a few sharp words and barely veiled threats before she shuffled her way back to her bunk. The rumors were only made worse when Buffy remained angry and silent letting Willow and Tara run the show until the three were ready to go back home with the next shift of potentials.
Buffy hadn’t said anymore to Charity and watched at a distance as Willow and Tara patched her up and sent her to bed. They were hoping this would give Charity some time to regroup before Buffy confronted her again. Her overzealousness and foolishness had possibly cost them the life of a Potential at worst, and a serious, maybe permanent injury at best, and to one that she had called a friend no less.
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Willow, Tara and Buffy walked back home with Coya and Mimi. The Potentials walked ahead of the pensive trio, trying their best to remain alert as they had been taught. Willow and Tara were hand in hand, while Buffy walked with her hands jammed into her coat pockets and her brow furrowed in thought.
“Buffy...” Willow started.
“Don’t, Will,” Buffy said tersely. “Don't defend her. She went off half-cocked, and we had to clean up her mess.”
“I’m not saying what she did was a
good thing,” Willow replied. “But look at her, Buff; she’s all broken up about it.”
“As she should be, but she’s
definitely feeling the cost of her actions,” Tara added.
“And so am I!” Buffy answered bitterly. “Like I don’t have enough on my plate, that I need
her stupidity added to the mix!”
“No, Buff, you don’t. But I doubt this is what she had planned either; it was incredibly careless,” Willow said. “But we’ve all been careless at one point or another. The cost is going to be really high for Charity, and even higher for Celeste. She’s in horrible shape…” Willow took a deep breath and pulled Tara close to her. “Tara may be the only one that’s been that bad.”
Tara smiled sadly. “Yes, you’ve died, Buffy, and don’t get me wrong, that’s
beyond harsh,” Tara put her hand on Buffy’s arm gently. “But you’ve never been trapped inside your own body. That’s its own special sort of hell.” Her expression grew distant for a moment, and Willow slipped her arm around Tara’s waist, dropping a kiss on her shoulder as they walked.
Buffy looked at the pair, her confusion written clearly on her face. She wasn’t picking up on what they were getting at, so she waited for them to continue.
“Buffy, you have the use of all your limbs,” Willow said softly. “The truth is Celeste could lose her leg – it’s that bad, Buff. Imagine what that would be like for
you as a Slayer, and then imagine what it would be like to
do that to another Slayer,” Willow shook her head miserably. “Charity has to
live with that,
knowing she’s responsible for that kind of pain and suffering.”
“Oh,” Buffy murmured. “I didn’t know it was that bad for Celeste.”
“Lisa-Marie will be okay once her arm is set, but they’re
all gonna have scars,” Tara said. “Buffy don’t forget it wasn’t
all Charity either. She may have been the ring leader, but the other two
made the choice to go with her, they
could’ve said no.”
They arrived at the house and led the Potentials inside. Joanie and Livy were sitting in the living room signing back and forth in a very animated conversation. Making quick introductions to the young witches, all the girls went into the kitchen for some food, leaving Willow, Tara and Buffy standing in the foyer in front of the stairs.
Reading Buffy’s mood, Willow and Tara decided to head into the kitchen for something to eat, leaving Buffy to slowly climb the stairs to her room with her thoughts. Her expression even more concerned than it had been, as she digested the new information about Celeste. She was going to have to handle this a little differently, but she knew she couldn’t just let it go.
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The chatter stopped when Willow and Tara walked in to the kitchen, and everyone looked at them curiously. Ignoring the girls, Tara went over to the refrigerator, and Willow headed for the pantry. Tara immediately began pulling out the stuff for salads and found some left over fried chicken from the previous night. Willow came back with macaroni and cheese, and a can each of corn and green beans.
While Willow pulled out pots and began opening the cans and setting the water to boil, Tara had her hands full with fresh vegetables and the chicken she had pulled from the refrigerator. Tara set everything on the island, and she quickly went to work on making two decent sized salads. The group of girls already had two large bowls, one filled with popcorn and the other with chips that they were grazing from while getting to know each other; the group had stopped to watch the pair as they began to cook.
“Wow, I thought only we ate like that,” Coya observed.
Tara looked up from slicing a tomato, and smiled. “We found out at when we were at the coven after major casting we can really put some food away too.”
“Usually happened after combat exercises, not just the big spells,” Willow added. “Seems like we need to replenish our energy just like Slayers and Potentials do and eating everything in sight is one of the fastest ways we can do it.” She smiled and popped a slice of tomato into her mouth, then fed a slice to Tara.
Tara dropped a kiss on Willow’s mouth before she began to chew, and Willow hummed her pleasure with a smile. Turning back to the stove she added the noodles for the mac and cheese before she stirred the vegetables that were beginning to heat up.
Tara had their salads ready and handed one to Willow. They both leaned against a counter and began to scarf them down while everything else finished cooking. Willow stirred everything again before she polished off the last of her salad and retrieved a bowl to put the mac and cheese into.
Tara turned off the vegetables, then started to plate up food for them. Putting vegetables and chicken on the plates, she waited for Willow to add the cheesy noodles. Willow grabbed utensils and another drumstick as she passed the plate of cold chicken to gnaw on as they made their way to the dining room table to eat in peace.
The four other girls had watched them move effortlessly around the kitchen, managing to never get in the others way while being efficient as they made their supper. Livy signed to Joanie that they always seemed to move that way. Almost like it was choreographed in its ease and practiced movements. Joanie played interpreter for Coya and Mimi, as the four took their bowls of snacks to the living room to watch some television and leave the two older girls alone.
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After they ate, Tara made a plate for Buffy and left it in the refrigerator after she put a post-it with her name on it. Willow cleaned up the pots they used, and then loaded them into the dishwasher. She was drying her hands as Tara bent over to stash Buffy’s plate away in the refrigerator.
Quickly tossing the dish towel aside, Willow moved behind Tara so that when she straightened up, she could wrap her arms around Tara’s waist. Letting the door ease shut on its own, Tara leaned back into Willow and rested her hands on top of Willow’s. Tara closed her eyes and murmured her approval while enjoying the soft kisses and nibbles along her neck.
Tara turned in Willow’s arms, and she tenderly stroked Willow’s face from brow to chin. She kissed Willow’s mouth at one corner, and then the other before pressing her lips fully in a sweet kiss against Willow’s. Sinking her fingers into Tara’s short silky locks, Willow held Tara close as the kiss went from light and sweet to passionate.
They both moaned softly into the kiss and tightened their hold on one another. Tara stroked Willow’s back, caressing her lightly. As their kisses grew in want and need, Tara hands wandered down to rest on Willow’s bottom, pulling their hips closer together.
The loud sounds of laughter from the living room broke in on their little world, forcing them to part. Breathing heavy, Willow and Tara gazed at each other with soft loving smiles. Tara stroked Willow’s cheek again, and gently grazed her thumb over kiss swollen lips.
“Take me to bed?” she asked.
“My pleasure,” Willow replied entwining her hand with Tara’s.
They walked into the living room and all the conversation ceased in the room again amid the sounds of canned laughter coming from the television. Ignoring the gawking cluster of girls, Willow and Tara quietly made their way to the stairs and disappeared. Once they had disappeared from view, Livy’s hands moved in a flurry as her cheeks reddened and Joanie burst out laughing.
“What? What did she say?” Coya asked smiling at the laughing pair.
“That it was time to break out the ear plugs,” Joanie replied still snickering.
“Huh?” Mimi asked slightly confused.
Joanie turned off the television and rose with Livy, who signaled for the two Potentials to follow them downstairs.
“Let’s just say the walls are thin around here,” Joanie said, and Livy, whose cheeks flushed even more and her eyes twinkled, nodded her head vigorously.
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Willow carefully closed and locked their bedroom door. Turning, she watched as Tara, already topless, shimmied out of her shorts and panties then lay down naked on the bed. Resting her hand on her stomach, she began to absently draw slow circles on her skin as she watched Willow in silence.
Willow’s eyes traveled the length of Tara’s nude body stretched out before her. Licking her lips, she tugged her shirt out of her own shorts, pulling it free and lifting the tank top away as quickly as she could. She kicked her shoes free and continued to undress; within seconds she joined Tara on the bed.
“Baby, I know I’ve already said this like a
million times before, but you are
so beautiful,” Willow said softly.
Tara smiled sexily. “You just want me for my body,” she teased.
Willow scooted over and lay on her side facing Tara. Taking the hand that had been on Tara’s stomach, she gently kissed the palm, then the tips of each finger, sucking on them lightly. Willow placed Tara’s hand on her breast as she leaned forward to nuzzle Tara’s warm neck.
“Just one of the many, many reasons, my beautiful girl,” Willow murmured as she kissed Tara’s ear and nibbled on the lobe.
Willow started to place hot open mouthed kisses along Tara’s shoulder and throat. She took small bites of the skin and sucked on them just hard enough to bruise. A thin dark trail of love bites left in the wake of her mouth now appeared on Tara’s fair skin.
Tara pulled Willow closer to her and cupped her breast, rolling the nipple between her fingers. She tugged not so gently at it every time Willow left a new mark on her. Willow’s hand drifted up to one of Tara’s exposed breasts, her nipples already a dusky rose in color, hard and taut. Willow caressed the skin, and subconsciously Tara started to roll her hips, as her breathing became more labored.
“Gently,” Tara breathed as Willow toyed with her nipples. “They’re sensitive.”
“Aww, are we feeling a little hormonal, darling?” Willow asked before moving down over Tara’s collarbone.
Willow quickly made her way down to capture the nipple she wasn’t playing with in her mouth. Willow moaned, and so did Tara. Willow grazed her teeth over the sensitive flesh, swirling her tongue around the areola as Tara’s hand grasped the back of her head to hold her mouth in place.
“Yes,” Tara mewled. “We have a little less than two weeks before I cycle, love.”
“Mmm, then I’ll be a week behind you,” Willow mumbled into Tara’s chest.
“Can we talk about something other than our cycles right now, sweetie?” Tara panted.
“How ‘bout we not talk at all?” Willow growled, temporarily releasing the nipple before sucking at it again hungrily.
“Yeah… not talking… good,” was all Tara could manage.
Willow could feel Tara moving next to her, and she pulled her head away from the nipple she was deliciously teasing to latch onto Tara’s mouth. The kiss was deep and passionate; their tongues slid over one another, slipping from one mouth to the other. Tara had turned onto her side and pressed her body flush against Willow’s, her hands pressed flat and tight against Willow’s back as though she were trying to mesh their bodies together.
Finally, their kisses slowed to allow for air and for hands to wander over already exceptionally sensitized skin. They let their touches stoke their desire for one another higher and higher, while they nipped at each other’s lips, shoulders and necks.
Willow shifted, sliding her leg between Tara’s, who immediately began to grind against the firm muscle of Willow’s thigh. Willow groaned again, feeling Tara’s heat and wetness coat her skin; she dropped her mouth back to Tara’s throat, this time sucking hard at an already bruised spot.
Tara gasped at the sensation of Willow’s mouth on her skin, and rolled her hips harder and faster against Willow’s thigh. Willow knew that in her hormonal state Tara would be able to come from this and having her nipples tormented if she let her continue, so she eased her thigh down and away, much to Tara’s whimpered discontent.
“Willow,” Tara whined.
“Yeah, baby?” Willow answered innocently.
“Don’t tease,” she pled.
“Baby, have I ever left you unsatisfied on purpose?” Willow asked seriously.
“Well… no… but Will,” Tara took Willow’s hand, grazing the tips over her trembling skin and pushed Willow’s fingers inside her. “See how hot I am for you, baby?”
With a groan, Willow licked Tara’s collarbone and sucked on the skin there as she pushed her fingers as deeply as she could inside Tara. Feeling for the rough patch inside, she began to massage it, causing Tara to bite down on her shoulder and hiss.
“Ohh, baby, yesss,” Tara moaned.
“You feel
so good, Tara,” Willow breathed. “You’re
so wet, honey. I absolutely love it when you’re like this, how…
deliciously you throb around my fingers.”
“It’s
you, Willow.
You make me this way,
you make me feel this way,” Tara said as her muscles clenched against the fingers massaging her inner walls. “Soo
good, love,
so very good,” She murmured as she looked deeply into Willow’s eyes.
The heat from their bodies was making them slick with sweat as they pressed as close to one another as they could; it beaded along their brows and down their backs. They stroked each other, panting and shaking, but once again Willow stopped, pulling them back from complete release.
“Will-low!” Tara whimpered.
Willow chuckled. “Baby, trust me?”
“Of course. What are you up to?” Tara asked, cheeks flushed and supremely frustrated.
“I wanna play a little,” Willow smiled.
Tara smiled back. “What exactly did you have in mind, darling?” she asked cupping Willow’s breast and toying with the nipple.
Willow closed her eyes for a moment enjoying the feel of what Tara was doing to her before responding. “I want my turn with our new toy,” she said a little shyly.
“
Your turn?” Tara asked, quirking an eyebrow.
“Mmmhmm,” Willow nodded. “What do you think about that, sexy?”
Tara’s eyes flashed with unbridled lust as she nodded in return, before she pulled Willow in for a positively steamy kiss. Raking her short nails down Willow’s back all the way to her bottom, Tara kneaded the firm muscle beneath her hands.
“I think you should fuck me, Willow,” Tara husked into Willow’s ear.
Willow groaned from deep in her chest at Tara’s words, and had to take several breaths to calm herself before she could move. Flipping them so Tara was flat on her back, Willow ground her hips into Tara making them both sigh with pleasure. Tara brought her legs up to wrap around Willow’s hips while Willow held herself up on her arms looking down into Tara’s face as she rolled her hips. Willow smiled then held herself still.
Tara cocked her head to the side as she looked up into Willow’s sweetly smiling face. Tara placed her hand against Willow’s flushed skin and stroked her cheek tenderly. Shifting off to the other side of Tara, Willow took the hand and kissed the palm.
“Love you,” Willow whispered.
Tara smiled up at her. “You know I do, sweet love,” she replied.
Willow dropped one more kiss onto Tara’s lips, and then she slipped from the bed and went for their box of toys stashed in the armoire. Tara wiggled as she watched Willow move across the room, enjoying the fluidity and beauty of a naked Willow.
After rummaging in a box she pulled from deep in the back behind some clothes, Willow turned around with said toy in hand, smirking. “Lights?”
Tara shook her head. “I wanna to see your face.”
Willow blushed lightly, causing the skin over her chest and shoulders to glow adorably, and make Tara to laugh loudly. “What?”
“You have a bright red sex toy in your hand, but when I tell you to leave the lights on, that’s what makes you blush,” Tara teased.
“Oh, yeah, huh?” Willow murmured, tilting her head to one side as she considered the situation. “Well, a girl has to have
some modesty left.” She pouted playfully.
“Nope, not here, and
definitely not right now,” Tara replied firmly. “That should have been checked at the door as soon as you locked it, baby,” Tara leered.
Willow crossed the room in two quick paces, diving for the bed and Tara. Stashing the toy under a pillow, she began peppering Tara’s face and neck with kisses, and Tara started to giggle. Then letting her hands wander down Willow’s back, Tara pulled her in to kiss her in earnest. Their mood went from playful to horny to needy in mere seconds flat.
Tara rolled them over and straddled Willow’s hips. She began to swivel her pelvis over Willow’s in tight circles for maximum friction and contact. Willow raised her knees so Tara had something to lean back against, and trailed her hands up Tara’s flat tummy to cup her breasts. Willow let go of Tara for a moment and grabbed the pillows and pushed them behind her as best she could so she was semi-reclining.
Now propped up, Willow let her hands wander again. She gently traced Tara’s shoulders and collarbone, up and down the length of her long, slender neck. Willow smiled as Tara’s eyes darkened to a deep blue while she massaged her breasts and rolled her nipples between her fingers just hard enough to make her moan.
One hand wandered down to the curls between Tara’s legs, and Willow began to stroke her wet sex. With a soft touch that deliberately grew more firm, Willow built Tara back up. As Tara got more aroused, she rubbed herself against Willow harder, increasing the pressure on Willow’s clit as well.
Willow’s hands now concentrated on Tara’s nipples, pulling, pinching and rolling; trying to draw as much sensation from them as she could. Tara covered one of Willow’s hands with her own, and then shifted slightly so she could ease her own hand down between their grinding centers.
Leaning over, Tara sucked one of Willow’s nipples into her mouth as she pinched Willow’s clit firmly. Holding it for a moment before letting go, and rubbing small circles around it; Willow moaned and lifted her hips to push back against Tara’s hand.
Tara smiled against the nipple in her mouth. Sliding her fingers down, she circled Willow’s entrance before pushing her fingers just inside her, not entering her fully. Pulling back out she repeated her teasing until Willow began to whimper.
“I’m not the only one who’s hot and wet, honey,” Tara whispered just loud enough for Willow to hear.
Willow just nodded, her pupils dilated with desire. She picked up the toy from where she left it now exposed since the pillows had been moved, and handed it to Tara, breathing heavily.
“Do the honors?” she asked breathily.
Tara just smiled as she moved off of Willow’s hips, dragging her thigh across to tease. She used the two fingers she had been teasing Willow with moments ago, she began to tease her again. Slow soft strokes around her clit and occasional pinches increasing its sensitivity, followed by firmer strokes around her entrance, just dipping inside the hot dampness. Willow’s couldn’t keep her hips still; every time Tara started to enter her they rose in a silent plea for Tara to enter and fill her.
Once her fingers were well coated with Willow’s own juices, Tara held the toy up so Willow could watch as she coated the end the she was going to slip inside her. Willow moaned and closed her eyes. Then she felt something cool pressing against the super heated skin of her entrance. Tara was rubbing that end against her, warming and coating it even more.
“Ready, love?” Tara asked.
Willow nodded. “Whenever you are, baby.”
Tara smiled, then tilted the toy and slipped the end inside Willow. Holding it firmly, Tara let Willow become accustomed to the pressure before she began to move it inside Willow a little. Willow bucked against the toy, biting her lip at the fullness she felt.
“Feel good, baby?” Tara asked licking her fingers and knowing from her own experience that it would be rubbing Willow’s g-spot.
“Oh yeah,” Willow panted, and opened her eyes, dark green with golden flecks in them, to gaze at Tara. “Are
you ready?” she asked.
Tara nodded, and lifted herself over Willow again. Making sure the pillows were still going to keep Willow in the semi upright position, Tara began to kiss her. Willow’s hands slipped around to Tara’s back to hold her close as they kissed. Tara pulled back just enough so that their nipples could brush against the already slick skin making them both moan.
Tara reached down for the toy now sticking up at an angle from Willow’s center and aimed right for her. Placing the tip at her entrance, she eased down on it a little. Willow put her hands on Tara’s hips to help guide her. With a few strokes Tara worked her way down the shaft, groaning once it was buried completely inside her.
“How does it feel, baby?” Willow asked watching Tara’s face.
Eyes closed, Tara nodded as she eased up a little, the motion causing the end inside Willow to move. “Oh,” Willow squeaked.
Tara looked down at Willow from her angle and smiled cockily. “Uh, huh.” She moved again a little harder this time.
“Oh, Tara,” Willow breathed.
Willow leaned forward to capture one of Tara’s nipples and suck on it hard. She used her hands to urge Tara to move again, as they developed their rhythm. Willow switched nipples, stoking Tara’s pleasure with her mouth as well as the toy between her legs. Tara rolled her hips causing the end inside of Willow to rotate with her, and forcing a low guttural noise from deep in Willow’s chest.
“Baby, do
that again,” Willow begged before she latched back on to an unattended nipple.
So as she rose, Tara swiveled her hips just enough to cause the rolling sensation inside Willow. Willow’s hands scratched down Tara’s back, leaving her own set of marks. Tara’s hands rested on Willow’s shoulders, as she clutched at her and sped up her strokes, rolling her hips in time with their thrusts.
“Oh, Willow,” she moaned.
“I love you on top, baby,” Willow gasped. “You’re
so sexy, Tara. So gorgeous.”
“I love you, Willow,” Tara panted. “Harder, love, ooo, harder.”
Willow reclined further back into the pillows so she could brace her feet on the bed and push back with more force. Tara was bent slightly forward over Willow, who clawed down Willow’s front so now she had a matching set of marks, front and back.
“Yess,” Willow hissed between clenched teeth.
Tara started tweaking Willow’s nipples, and this got even more forceful thrusts from her lover. Large round drops of sweat rolled down both Willow and Tara’s neck and between their breasts. Willow pushed back harder into the pillows so she could really snap her hips and push harder into Tara.
“Oh, gods, yes, Willow!” Tara yelled.
“Oh, Tara, you’re so good!” Willow said.
“Will, I’m gonna…” Tara moaned loudly.
Willow picked up the speed of her thrusts again and howled. “Yes, baby, yes! That’s it, Tara, come for me, sweetheart!”
And with a long keening sound Tara came so hard, she drenched them both. She shook so hard that her vibrating body set off Willow’s orgasm. Collapsing on top of Willow, Tara continued to pant and shake in Willow’s arms. It was all Willow could do to clutch at Tara while she rode out her own tremors.
Several minutes later, they were still wrapped tightly around one another waiting for their breathing to finally return to normal. Willow gently stroked Tara’s back, and began to kiss her neck lovingly. Tara’s hand wandered up and down Willow’s arms, caressing her lovingly.
“I love the way you look when you come,” Willow whispered.
Tara just giggled and buried her face in Willow’s neck, and then she finally looked at Willow. Pushing damp hair out of Willow’s eyes, she kissed her nose and said, “You’re pretty damn hot when you come too, sweet love.”
Willow got a mischievous look in her eye and rolled them both over, keeping the toy still deep inside Tara earning a low growl from Tara. Willow pulled her hips back slowly and eased forward into Tara gradually. Tara closed her eyes and whimpered, her breath becoming shallow again. Willow moved her hips again, using a few short deep strokes to tease Tara, who looked at her biting her lower lip. Tara shuddered against Willow, and lifted her hips to take in as much of toy sprouting from Willow as she could.
“Wanna go again?” Willow asked.
Tara wrapped her legs around Willow’s hips and smiled wickedly. “I do seem to recall asking you to fuck me earlier.”
Willow growled and with a quick snap of her hips said, “My pleasure.”
TBC…