Chapter Twenty-Eight
Pairing: W/T
Rating: NC-17 – there’s a tiny bit of plot at the beginning, but the rest is smut – I promised one of my betas smut and here it is in all its smutacular glory – and yes smutacular is a word – why? Because I said so.
Angst/Drama Rating: This is about a 4 on the angst-y/drama scale, about a good strong 9 on the smut scale.
Setting: The Grove – Tucson
Disclaimer: I in no way, shape or form own the characters from BtVS, they’re owned by Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy. All original characters are in no way connected to them except by me in this forum. I own nothing but my soul, and even that is only a fleeting ownership… such is life.
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Author’s Notes: Praise for my poor betas Cyteach, Ariel, & Azirahael that had to weed through all the smut – it’s a dirty job (lol), but some had to do it – especially pages and pages of it. Music for this chapter Zola Jesus “Conatus”, Tori Amos “Night of the Hunters”, Alice in Chains “Jar of Flies”, A Perfect Circle “Thirteenth Step”, Enigma “MCMXC A.D.”, Maroon 5 “It Won’t Be Soon Before Long” & “Hands All Over”.There is the good and the bad, the great and the low, the just and the unjust. I swear to you that all that will never change. – CamusWillow and Tara entered through Willow’s suite. Kicking her shoes off immediately, Willow walked directly into her bedroom and sat on the bed. Tara bent to pick up Willow’s shoes and followed her, but stopped and leaned against the door frame.
Mechanically undressing, Willow stared ahead into space, her lips pressed into a thin line; the gears of thought spinning wildly behind her tired eyes. The only sound in the room was the rustle of her clothing as she undressed.
Concern clouded her features as she watched; Tara asked gently, “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours, love?”
Willow didn’t answer immediately; instead, she stood to take off her jeans, and then slumped back down onto the bed. Willow rested her elbows onto the tops of her thighs, lacing her fingers together as if she were about to pray. Willow looked at her feet, her expression unreadable and her voice tremulous as she spoke.
“You asked me if I thought I was ready to go back to Sunnydale, and I asked you about leading a coven. Neither of us gave a direct answer. You said that it isn’t really about what we want but about what we’re needed to do. I feel the same about going back to Sunnydale,” Willow stopped to look up anxiously at Tara.
Resting her palms on her knees, Willow continued, “If you’re asking if I think I can handle being there again, then the answer is yes. I‘m not the same girl I was in
so many ways, Tara. After being here with you the past two months – the ways we’ve both grown have become
so very clear me. Feeling
‘us’ again,
‘our’ magic – what has always brought us together, bound us to one another and made us strong, sweetheart,” Willow’s countenance lit with sincere love, as she met Tara’s eyes. “I have no doubts about us – none. We can do this.”
Willow stood and began to pace in her underwear, while she rubbed the back of her neck in thought. She stopped and turned to Tara, fear flashing for a moment in her eyes. Willow sat down and patted the spot next to her on the bed. Tara sat and waited for Willow to organize her thoughts.
With a deep breath, Willow began, “Baby, I asked you to think about this once before, and I
really mean it this time. When we stop whatever it is we are
so in the need for in Sunnydale, do you think that maybe you would be able to…to walk away from the slaying? Leave Sunnydale behind altogether? Maybe even at that point disband the coven we have to form – so it’s just you, and me, and a chance at a life?” Willow smirked ruefully. “I won’t say ‘
normal’, because we know too much – I also have a feeling things will try to ‘
find’ us, so I don’t think it will ever be too tame, but maybe not be the general frontline wacky craziness and danger anymore, either.”
Tara tightened her grip on Willow’s hands, and looked at their joined hands as she spoke, her voice quiet but firm
“Willow, I have seen things I never would have dreamt I’d see in a million years – demons, hell gods with scabby little minions, even sociopathic misogynistic nerds, and I’ve almost lost the people I hold dearest to me more times than I can count. I know that we ‘
have’ to do this in Sunnydale, and I
do have my doubts. Not about us, love, but about the responsibility we will be undertaking. I think I would be foolish
not to be concerned.”
Shaking her head, Tara let go of Willow’s hands, rubbing her forehead with one hand. Willow’s throat tightened as she watched Tara. The flashes of emotions that played over Tara’s face, made the anticipation of her words hard for Willow, who was trying to keep from panicking, so she could let Tara speak. Breathing deeply, Tara gazed at Willow openly as she voiced her concerns.
“Will, I think this – whatever ‘
this’ is, will make our choice for us. It feels like a lot of terrible things are going to happen – they’ve already started to. Love, I’ll go where you go, I don’t want to lose you again. Bad things
do seem to find us, but we also have a nasty, stupid habit of going looking for them, and then poking them with sharp, pointy sticks – literally,” Tara smiled lopsidedly.
Willow sighed loudly with relief, climbing into Tara’s lap and resting her head on Tara’s shoulder. Wrapping her arms around Willow, Tara nuzzled her neck while she tightened her hold.
“Sweet love, my life is with you. With you I’m happiest – I feel like I’m whole. I don’t
need to chase vampires – well, let’s be honest, get chased
by vampires – but an ongoing life as bait doesn’t really have much appeal for me either. We have to make the best choices for us, and I know Buffy and everyone will understand if we step back or away altogether. We knew what we were getting into when we agreed to join and ‘
fight the good fight’ – it was our time, but that time is coming to an end,” Tara pulled back to look at Willow, she gently rubbed their noses together and dropped a kiss on her lips. “Everything changes, Willow, and so have we.”
Willow nodded. “Change is good, change is painful, but change is necessary.”
“Change is good, change is painful, but change is necessary,” Tara repeated with an approving nod. “Who said that?”
“Lady Rowan,” Willow said with a smile. “So now that I am half dressed and in your lap, why don’t we go give my nice big tub a try and wash away some of the last twenty four hours, what do you say?”
“I say it would be perfect if you were completely naked, but we still have time to work on that,” Tara replied saucily.
“If you follow me and lose your clothes, I’ll lose the rest of mine,” Willow wiggled her eyebrows as she hopped off Tara’s lap and headed from the bathroom. Just before she walked in, Willow tossed her bra over her shoulder, and it landed directly on Tara’s head.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Tara muttered as she struggled to get out of her clothing as fast as possible.
“That’s the idea, baby,” came the giggled response from the bathroom.
*******
Steam swirled and danced in thick rising spirals around the bathroom on air heavy with the scent of lavender and jasmine. There was a soft hum from the jets positioned strategically around the Jacuzzi tub. Tara reclined at one end and Willow at the other. They enjoyed the beat of the hot water against their skin, and rubbed each other’s feet. Willow worked her way up the back of Tara’s calves, one stroke at a time, in slow, firm circles, while Tara worked gently on Willow’s once-broken leg, loosening the muscles.
Willow noticed the slight frown on Tara’s face as she moved gently around one particular area near one side of her knee. “What is it, baby? Did I miss a spot shaving?” she asked lightly.
Tara looked up sheepishly. “No, sweetie, it’s nothing, really.”
“Tara, baby, I know better, what is it? This particular ‘Taraface’ doesn’t say that ‘
it’s nothing’,” Willow cajoled, as she rested Tara’s foot by her hip.
Tara didn’t look at Willow, and with a small sigh replied softly, “It must be one of the screws in your leg…I can feel it. There’s another one down here, too.” She said moving her hand down to just above Willow’s ankle.
Willow smiled sadly, and nodded. “Yes, there’s six pins total with the rod, baby,” taking Tara’s hand she slid it up her leg to another point to the opposite side of her knee. “This is the only other place where I can feel them. The first time I noticed them was when I was shaving once the cast came off. Then I cried for the rest of the day.”
Tara’s lower lip trembled slightly as she let go of Willow’s leg, then she opened her arms. “Come here, baby.”
Willow slid around to Tara and was enfolded in her embrace, her back to Tara’s chest. Tara squeezed her tightly and dropped kisses along her neck and shoulder as she held Willow.
“Tara, it’s okay, I know we’ve only talked about this a little, but there are only a few times that I even remember it’s there. Since you’ve been here I’m taking better care of myself again –
you take care of me too,” Willow turned in Tara’s arms so she could face her, stroking her cheek she said, ”Baby, don’t worry about it, okay?”
Tara nodded, although her eyes had welled up with tears listening to Willow speak. Willow kneeled up and pulled Tara to her, wrapping her in a tender hug.
“Baby, what is it – it’s not just my leg. What has you so upset, sweetheart?”
Tara choked on a sob, and shook her head. “I guess everything is just catching up to me. Amy and Tabitha at the binding, then the
bullying for the book – all of it, Will, I still feel a little overwhelmed, I guess,” Tara pulled back to look up at Willow. “This is
really going to happen isn’t it? We’re doing this aren’t we?”
Willow sat back in the hot water, moving so she could wrap her legs around Tara’s hips, pulling her in close. Grabbing one of the sponges floating in the tub, Willow started to squeeze the warm water over Tara’s back. Keeping her tone soft, Willow acknowledged Tara’s fears.
“Yes, baby, it
really is. Tara, love, it’s okay to be scared about what’s coming – it’s an unknown. You
know how much I like my charts, and plans, and different colored pens, but there’s no way to plan or chart for this. What pens would I use for this? So we can only rely on each other, and what we’ve been taught here. The last few weeks have been extremely intense – between school, training together and separately – we have to
believe we’re ready. If
we don’t believe, we can’t expect anyone else to either, and then we’ve already lost. Baby, I won’t lose you – not again, okay?”
Tara sniffled and wiped her eyes with the heel of her hand. “You sound so sure, Willow, so calm. Are you scared?”
Willow reached over the side of the tub to turn the jets off, and the bathroom suddenly became quiet except for the sound of the water lapping at the sides of the tub and Tara’s sniffles.
“Tara, I’m petrified! I’m learning to slow the spazz, though. Right now there’s no reason for me to freak out. I don’t know enough yet, so I’m taking a page from
your lesson book, my beautiful girl. I’m being calm, so you can spazz all you need to, okay?”
Tara laughed in spite of herself. “I didn’t know I had an ‘
inner spazz’ too.”
Willow kissed Tara sensually, waiting until she felt her respond before she pulled back to speak. “Well, you’ve had a spazz
in you and you’ve been
inside a spazz, so it’s only logical that at the
very least the tendency would develop.”
Tara raised an eyebrow. “Yes, I think I’m long overdue to be inside of a certain redheaded spazz I adore.” Smiling wickedly, she said in a throaty voice, “Let me take you to bed, love.”
Willow smiled. “I thought you’d never ask,” she said as she popped the stopper on the tub to let it drain, never taking her eyes from Tara’s.
*******
Tara stood carefully and stepped out of the tub; turning to Willow, she offered her hand, smiling as she helped Willow step out. They stood before one another, water drops racing down their bodies, and for a moment they just wrapped their arms around each other. Bodies still warm and slick from the hot water, and bath oils, they seemed to slide into place like a key fitting into the right lock – so easily, so naturally.
Taking time to gently pat their limbs dry, holding hands, they walked back into Willow’s bedroom. The afternoon had begun to fade into twilight, and her room was beginning to darken. Candles had already started to spring up in copious amounts throughout both bedrooms, and with a wink at Tara and a small gesture from Willow’s hand, all the candles in her room lit at once.
The room was bathed in the soft warm glow of candlelight from Willow’s favorite type – beeswax. This lent the soft scent of honey to the lavender and jasmine oils that coated their skins, and perfumed the air from the steam that had rolled out from the bathroom with them.
Again, Tara offered her hand to Willow, and with the other hand she pulled the sheets back. Tara smiled as she eased Willow down onto the sheets. She pulled the sheets all the way down to the foot of the bed before climbing in too. Taking hold of Willow’s ankles, she nudged them apart and knelt at Willow’s feet.
Willow folded her arms behind her head and watched Tara as she began to move her hands slowly up and down her calves, kneading the warm flesh. Tara lifted Willows once injured leg and placed it in her lap, stretching it out as she massaged the foot and Achilles tendon.
Tara kissed the instep and worked her way up to the ankle, where she could feel one of the pins. Delicately, she licked at the hard protrusion and warmed muscle under her tongue, gently sucking the skin into her mouth. She watched Willow from under her lashes to make sure she wasn’t hurting her. She rubbed her cheek up Willow’s shin to her knee, and swirled her tongue around the second pin she felt, working over to the third, nipping at the skin as she went across Willow’s kneecap.
Willow’s breathing had picked up and become shallow as she watched Tara work her way up her body slowly, finally sitting between Willow’s thighs. Willow’s eyes were dark and her pupils slightly dilated. Tara smirked, and slowly ran her hands down and back up the insides of Willow’s thighs, stopping just short of touching the red curls, but letting her thumbs skim close to the skin there.
Willow’s hips lifted involuntarily, to meet Tara’s hands and encourage her touch. “Tara, please don’t tease. I want you – I
always want you – don’t make me beg,” Willow urged softly, as she moved her hands from behind her head, splaying her fingers into the sheets.
“Baby, I like it when you beg for me. I like it when you beg and tell me what you want, how you want me to please you,” Tara replied in a sultry voice. “I know you like it when I beg for you too, love.” Tara kept her hands moving gently up and down the silky skin of Willow’s thighs slowly as she spoke.
Willow growled, rotating her hips in front of Tara. “Touch me, slowly with your fingers.”
“And where would you like me to touch you?” Tara asked innocently.
“You know where, its right in front of you,” Willow growled again.
“Love, there are several lovely parts of you to touch that are right in front of me, you’ll have to be more specific, please,” Tara smiled and batted her eyelashes.
“You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?” Willow narrowed her eyes as she looked at Tara, who nodded and smiled sweetly.
Willow closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. “Fine, I want you to rub my clit in slow circles, and then enter my pussy with your fingers – happy now?”
“Extremely, and you will be too, I promise,” Tara said as she did exactly as Willow had asked. At Tara’s first touch of Willow’s clit, she moaned and raised her hips to push against Tara’s fingers. Tara smiled widely as she watched Willow start to move against her fingers.
She leaned over Willow to kiss her, entering with her fingers as she did so, moving slowly, building Willow up. Trailing kisses along Willow’s jaw, Tara nibbled on her earlobe and the tender skin just behind her ear making Willow moan. Tara kissed and licked her way down to Willow’s breasts, sucking on the skin – leaving a trail of dark marks along her way.
“You’re mine,” Tara growled as she rubbed her breasts against Willow’s. “Say it.”
“I’ve always been yours, only yours, forever yours,” Willow responded breathily.
“Tell me Willow, what do you want? You’re so wet, baby. Do you want my entire hand, do you want my tongue? Tell me,” Tara pressed Willow into answering her explicitly again.
Willow slowed her grinding against Tara’s fingers, trying to catch her breath. “In the second drawer on the right there’s something I want us to try,” she panted. “Actually I wanted to try it on you, but looks like you get to go first.”
Tara raised her head from the nipple she had been sucking on to look at Willow with a raised eyebrow. Willow nodded. With one last suck on the already hardened nipple, Tara removed her fingers from Willow and slid off the bed.
Pointing to the drawer, she asked, “This one?”
Willow nodded enthusiastically. “In the box,” she said as she played with her nipples while she watched Tara open the box and look inside.
“What is it?” Tara asked curiously. “I mean I know ‘
what’ it is, but what’s the rounded part for?”
“It’s a '
Feeldoe’, and that part is for you or me, depending on who’s using it. The bulb-like part fits inside you, presses your ‘G-spot’ while you’re inside me, and the ridges rub your clit – that way we both can enjoy it,” Willow said as she watched Tara’s expression.
“So it’s a strap on without the strap,” Tara said as she continued to gaze into the box, her head cocked to one side.
“Exactly, bring it and come here,” Willow said.
Tara took the red dildo out of the box and rolled back over to Willow, who took it and put it aside for the moment.
“We know I’m wet and ready, but what about you, baby?” Willow asked as she pulled Tara on top of her and groaned. “I
love the feel of you on top of me, have I ever told you that?”
Tara shook her head, holding herself up on her elbows, as she looked down at Willow, her eyes closed when Willow ran her fingertips down her spine. Grasping her bottom, Willow crushed their hips together.
“Hey, we don’t have to, if you don’t want to,” Willow whispered in her ear.
Tara rolled her hips, and kissed Willow hungrily, nipping along her jaw to breath hotly against Willow’s ear, “We can try it, we might like it, there are lots of things to try that we might like, we have time.”
Tara rolled them both onto their sides as they kissed, and Willow’s free hand gravitated to her breast, massaging and tweaking the nipple. Sliding her thigh between Tara’s legs, she pressed it up for Tara to grind against. Willow shifted down enough to twirl her tongue around Tara’s nipple, and then gently sucked it into her mouth while keeping her thigh in place.
Grazing the tip of Tara’s nipple with her teeth, Tara rolled harder against Willow’s thigh, her own juices now started to coat the already oiled skin. Tara worked her hand between their pressed bodies to slip inside Willow and make slow, firm circles around her clit with her fingertips.
Willow pulled back from her nipple with a pop. “Gods, baby! That feels
so good…kiss me,” Willow demanded. Slipping her own hand down Tara’s smooth skin, Willow eased past Tara’s damp curls and eased a finger between them. She made small gentle circles around Tara’s clit, feeling her grunt into their kisses and push her hips forward.
Willow pulled back from the kiss. “Tell me what you want Tara – two can play this game,” Willow said as she moved her finger faster.
Tara closed her eyes, and rolled their bodies again so she was on top of Willow. “Why don’t we give your toy a try?”
“Really?” Willow asked excitedly.
Tara nodded. “What’s it made of?”
“Silicone, they have a whole website, I’ll show it to you later, this one also vibrates too, so I thought that might entice you a little more, since I wasn’t really sure how you would feel about it,” Willow started to babble excitedly. “Me or you?”
Tara sat up. “Me.”
“My you
are feeling butch,” Willow teased. When Tara sat up Willow rose with her, which put Tara’s nipples right at mouth level for Willow. She wrapped an arm around Tara’s waist, immediately latching her mouth onto one of Tara’s hardened nipples.
“Baby!” Tara yelped in surprise. Willow’s other hand made sure the other nipple was not left unattended, quickly moving to tease it in time with her mouth. Tara wound her fingers into Willow’s still damp hair holding her in place, throwing her head back to enjoy the sensations shooting from her nipples to her clit.
When Willow felt Tara’s breathing change from the stimulation, she pulled back and looked up. Tara looked down at her with deep indigo eyes shimmering with lust. Taking the toy in hand, Willow looked again up at Tara. She nodded and eased her thighs apart.
Willow slipped two fingers between her swelling lips, coating them with her wetness, taking the time to slowly enter Tara, giving her several strokes that made her moan. Tara bucked against Willow’s hand, and grabbed her shoulders trying to ride her fingers.
Willow smiled mischievously up at Tara, withdrawing her fingers, as she coated the smaller end with Tara’s own juices. “Not yet, baby. This is going to be cold, okay?”
Tara reached down and parted the lips of her sex so Willow could slide the rounded end inside of her. Gently, Willow began to ease it into Tara, who whimpered then groaned as it slipped in place to rest against her g-spot.
“Are you okay?” Willow asked.
“Uh huh, it was cold at first, but it feels kind of nice,” Tara said looking down at Willow’s hand still wrapped around the shaft. “It’s definitely warming quickly,” she groaned as Willow turned the vibrator on.
Tara sucked in a quick breath, and with a subtle motion of her hips Tara pushed forward. Willow smiled up at her and loosened her hold enough to let it slide in her hand, tightening her hold slightly as Tara pulled back.
“What do you think, baby?” Willow asked, watching Tara’s hips still moving.
“I think I’m gonna like this,” Tara’s voice had gotten husky. “So will you,” she said as she leaned forward to kiss Willow, pushing her back on the bed with her body.
Holding herself up on her hands, Tara pressed her hips down, the base of the shaft between them so Willow could feel the vibration against both of their sensitive areas of skin. With a slow grind she kissed Willow, slowly flicking her tongue in and out of her mouth, dipping deeper until Willow caught it between her teeth and started to suck on it.
Willow’s hands roamed over Tara’s shoulders, and down her back. She wrapped her legs around Tara’s hips to grind them harder together, forcing a moan from both tense bodies. Their breasts rubbed together and the vibrations ricocheted out jolts of pleasure. Willow scraped her nails up Tara’s back, and she arched into it.
“Will? Turn off the vibrator, baby, it’s making me numb,” Tara asked.
“Well, that just won’t do,” Willow slipped her hand between them and with a press of the button it stopped buzzing and Tara sighed.
“I want to be in you, Will, drop one of your legs,” Tara ordered.
Rearing back on her knees once Willow had disentangled herself, Tara grabbed Willow’s hips and pulled her closer. Tara looked at the sight below her; Willow was flushed pink, her eyes dark and glittering in the half light of the candles, her mouth swollen from their kisses.
“You look so sexy, like this Willow,” licking her lips, Tara’s voice was thick with desire. “Nipples hard, spread beneath me, your skin is flushed…show me how sweetie, I wasn’t exactly one for playing with stick before, I don’t want to hurt you,” Tara said.
Taking Tara’s hand in hers, Willow wrapped both their hands around the shaft before rubbing the tip between the swollen lips of her labia a few times coating the tip. As the tip rested at her entrance, Willow shuddered, her eyes flickering closed briefly in anticipation.
“Push forward slowly, baby, as wet as I am you’ll slide right in,” Willow panted.
Tara eased her hips forward and slid easily into Willow and bottomed out. Willow grunted when the dildo hit her back wall, and arched her back. Nodding vigorously, she rested her hands on Tara’s shoulders and smiled. Tara started to pull out and felt the ridges rub her swollen clit while the bulb inside her pushed against her g-spot. With a sharp intake of breath Tara shivered as the toy slid deep into place within them both.
“Oh, baby, I think we’re gonna like this toy,” Tara said as she picked up her pace and lengthened her strokes.
“That’s it Tara, harder, please,” Willow gasped.
Tara changed her position slightly; she got up on her knees and took one of Willow’s legs onto her shoulder. Gripping Willow’s hips she pulled her lover close as she deepened her thrust. Sweat started to roll down her back as she moved faster.
“Oh god, Willow, this feels good! Tell me it feels as good for you as it does me,” Tara panted between thrusts as she came, shaking as a single drop of sweat rolled off of the tip of her nose to hit Willow’s stomach and roll downward.
Willow was tweaking her own nipples while Tara watched. “Baby, don’t stop, it’s so good, you’re so good. You’re so fucking hot, Tara. That’s it baby, fuck me harder, take me, baby,” Willow whimpered.
Tara growled and really started to thrust harder into Willow, her grip on her hips turning her knuckles white. Willow was rolling her hips to meet Tara’s thrusts and holding her breasts, eyes squeezed closed as she moaned.
“Oh, Tara, oh god, fuck yes, Tara, baby, Tara!” Willow came moaning and quivering beneath Tara.
Tara threw her head back and slowed her thrusting a little as Willow rode out her orgasm. Not done yet, Tara moved Willow’s leg, her hand resting on the trembling muscles of her thighs.
“Roll over, Willow, get on your hands and knees, I want you to really scream for me,” Tara commanded as she stopped and pulled out of Willow.
Without hesitation, Willow swung her leg around Tara so she could get up. She was barely into position before Tara entered her with a swift, sure thrust. She wrapped her arm around Willow’s waist and hauled her upright.
Willow reached behind her to grab hold of Tara’s hair as she rode her. Tara kissed and bit at her shoulders, one hand gliding over slick skin to Willow’s breasts, moving between them to twist and torment the nipples. The other hand stroked Willow’s clit in firm circles.
“Tara, you feel so good, I love how you love me, you make me feel so good, baby, I’m coming, ohh yesss,” Willow heaved, trying to suck air into her lungs.
Tara bent them both forward, and Willow hung her head low. Tara held on to one of her shoulders, licking down her salty back, keeping her thrusts even. She urged Willow down further so her ass was in the air; grasping Willow’s hips again she picked up the pace.
“Willow, there’s nothing better than loving you, fucking you, making love with you, I love it all. Making you whimper and scream, there’s nothing better I swear to you,” Tara grunted, speeding up. “Willow, I’m gonna come again.”
Her thrust sped up again and Willow got up on her arms, to push hard back into her. The air was filled with moans and grunts as Tara came.
“Tara, just a little more, oh my god, don’t stop, don’t stop,” Willow pleaded. In a last rush, holding on to Willow’s hips, Tara pushed into her hard and fast. “That’s it, baby, oh, oh yes!
TARA!” Willow screamed as Tara collapsed against her back and they both came one more time.
They flopped onto their sides together, the toy still buried deep inside Willow as they both shook and gasped for air. Tara wrapped her arm around Willow’s waist and just held her as they recovered; their bodies coated in sweat, jasmine, lavender and the combined musk of their lovemaking.
“Well, damn,” Tara said.
“Uh huh,” was all Willow could manage.
“Good pick, baby,” Tara panted lightly as she carefully pulled out of Willow. She then eased the toy out of herself, and laid it on the nightstand.
“Uh huh.”
Tara chuckled and wrapped herself around Willow. She used her foot to pull the sheets close enough to grab. Willow managed to roll her well-sated body to face Tara, and kissed her deeply, holding her tightly.
“You’re the best, baby,” Willow muttered.
Tara smiled like the cat that ate the canary. “Uh huh.”
TBC…