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Title: Lesbian Gay Type Women in Love – Lip Service
Author: Katharyn Rosser
Feedback: Constructive criticism is always welcome. Flames just demonstrate you have a tiny mind.
Spoiler Warning: Probably none, and why the hell do we need to worry about this years after the show went off the air? Suffice it to say nothing bad ever happened to our girls.
Distribution This story was written for Pens. Pens is its home. No archiving off Different Coloured Pens (This applies to all my W&T fic)
Summary: A few minutes later…
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the copyrights or anything else associated with BTVS. All rights lie with the production company, writers etc, etc. I am making zilch from this series of stories. You know the drill.
Rating: NC17 – Look at the thread title, can’t you guess what it might be filled with?
Couples: Tara and Willow forever. I doubt I’ll even mention anyone else.
Notes: This follows on from the first part of this story, just minutes from when the first ended. It’s unashamedly sexy, but then so are our girls.
Thanks To: Just my special woman, who’s also found the joys of tank tops. Xita for maintaining this wonderful board and everyone who ever read one of my fics and actually liked it (especially those who posted to say so!)
Lesbian Gay Type Women in Love
Lip Service
By
Katharyn Rosser
Tara was right in Willow’s face. But know what? That wasn’t so bad. When most couples said that about each other they were talking about a fight, or at least the cause for one. But not them. She really was in Willow’s face.
Or on it anyway.
She was stroking Willow’s cheekbones, running her fingers through the long red hair splayed around her head. Appreciating both her lover and the efforts Willow had put into her pleasure. It was a little tradition they had, on each other’s birthdays, one of them would sit on the other’s face.
It hadn’t started out that way – neither of them had said ‘wow, this’d be a neat tradition to have - but somewhere along the line Willow had mentioned that, you know, every year one of us does that…
It wasn’t exactly surprising though. It wasn’t like they only did the deed on birthdays. Not at all, they remained pleasingly active in their love life, even after more than ten years together.
Some would say, very active.
Possibly hyperactive. But if they made a drug that suppressed that kind of desire then she didn’t want any part of it.
No matter how active they were though, she could only feel that their love had deepened through those years and like anything that was deeper – it just held more. Everything was better now, even if it wasn’t as shiny and new as it had been in those first days.
Could you get shinier and newer than making love for their first, breathless, time on the floor in the laundry room? And after monsters had chased them in there too? No, that was pretty damn shiny. That was blinding… Just like her love for the woman between her thighs.
While she caressed Willow’s face, her woman’s fingertips trailed across her thighs. Back and forth in a way that – if she hadn’t still been coming down from the orgasmic high Willow had taken her to – would’ve been more than alluring. It’d have been downright arousing.
Willow knew all the places, everywhere that made her shiver and moan. And when it came to that kind of skill and instinct, Tara was pleased she could say ‘right back at you.’ There wasn’t much of a mystery about Willow’s body for her either. Mystery wasn’t everything and it wasn’t like she’d ever stop learning.
So, while those ministrations weren’t having quite the effect they would’ve twenty minutes ago, she hadn’t been post-orgasmic on Willow’s face then either. And very much enjoying the view.
“You aren’t done?” she asked gently. “Are you?”
At first she thought that the playful lick of her still sensitive lips was all the answer Willow was going to give her. Not so.
“It’s Saturday morning, we have no where to go, it’s my birthday – my thirtieth birthday – and if you don’t fuck me soon I think I’m going to melt.”
“Melt, huh?”
“That’s right. So… do you have something for me?” Willow asked.
“I think I might…” Tara said, moving back down Willow’s body. “But first…” She pushed at the panties they’d left on way too long, kicking them off after a little struggle to do so and stay atop Willow.
“Hmm,” Willow said, stroking her. “That is better.”
“You’re definitely overdressed though,” Tara said, nudging the wide-open pyjama top. And it wasn’t just the top. The location of the threatened meltdown was currently under wraps and the core was not exposed.
“It’s not like I could do much about it,” Willow said. “With you sat on my face.”
“I’m not sat on you now.” She bent and kissed Willow again, finding the evidence of her own desire on the other woman’s lips. Not just her desire, her completion. It wasn’t hard to imagine what a meltdown situation might be like… And she had to do everything she could to ensure that didn’t happen – or at least that it was carefully engineered, for maximum effect.
Kissing her way down Willow’s body, she stopped off at the stiff point that tipped one of her lover’s small breasts, then took a diversion over to it’s twin before continuing on with her journey of rediscovery. Blindfolded – and she had been on a couple of occasions – she could’ve laid her lips on any of Willow’s curves, from any angle and known just where she was.
Just where she needed to go.
This was what they called lip service and she loved to pay it. Smooth skin. Delicate kisses. Sweeps of her tongue around the curves and then dipping into the hollow of Willow’s belly button, teasing the piercing there and meandering southwards to the edge of those oh-too-concealing PJ’s. She kissed around the cord that tied them and then started to tug. Just enough to reveal another inch. So she could kiss it, of course.
And another inch. Paler skin, never kissed by the sun, but very definitely kissed by the very person who was down here now.
“Let’s get these off,” she said suggestively. She liked to think it was her seductive voice, but Willow maintained it was no more than suggestive. Somehow the woman she loved thought that she was only seductive when she was silent. When she was talking with her eyes and what Willow liked to call her ‘half smile.’
Nothing half about it.
Willow’s only response was to lift her butt, no more than half an inch, but more than enough for what she needed. Still, Willow doing what she was told wasn’t so special when it was so very clearly in her interests. They were trying to prevent a meltdown after all. Instead they were going for controlled explosion.
So she didn’t have to just rip the pyjamas off… No… she could ease them so very, very slowly. She could let the sensation itself drive Willow to distraction. She could watch as the soft hair sprang up as it was revealed. She could listen as the anticipation made Willow moan with frustration. Watch as the effort of keeping her butt off the bed that long made her quiver. But then Tara did pull them down, pushing them down to Willow’s knees with her hands, then the rest of the way with her foot.
“Tara,” Willow said. “Stop it… just fuck me, baby. I need it now.”
Emphasis on the word ‘now.’
And whether that was the truth, Tara didn’t even want to know. Of course, Willow wanted it. That much was certainly true… The way her legs parted of their own accord, the obvious expressions of sensual desire that were revealed now she was all but naked. Yes, Willow wanted… but then there was the expression of that need. Wasn’t there a chance, such a very good chance, that the only reason Willow had even said the words was to encourage tantalisation beyond all humane limits?
Maybe… They’d have to see.
Tara rubbed her cheek against her lover’s soft belly, back and forth. Like Miss Kitty leaving her scent to claim her human. Same theory… Tara was just re-claiming a pussy. She turned her head, nipped at the soft hairs and tugged on them a little.
“Tara…” Willow warned.
And it did become clear. Willow wasn’t playing games. She didn’t think she could take any more. She thought her need was so great that all her lover could do was what she asked. That fucking her with fingers, tongue or anything else she could bring to bear was the limit of her ambition.
This was a special day and just because Willow hadn’t noticed her present yet, didn’t mean the day couldn’t start off being memorable.
More memorable than it already was.
But she had to give her poor baby something… Tara’s head dipped and her mouth surrounded the pouting sex. Thus hidden from Willow her tongue slowly crawled through the swollen lips. Slow, tantalising… Maddening. She could look up at her girl from here, knew she was having the right effect.
Willow had clearly thought that she was going to get eaten out… what else was could she have been doing? Tara had skipped the little kisses, the gentle nibbles that would’ve ordinarily led her down to where she already was now. No, she’d jumped straight – though there was nothing straight about it – to what should have been eating her girlfriend out…
Except she had no intention of getting Willow off that way.
Slowly Tara closed her mouth, making sure to drag her lips over that most sensitive spot that almost looked like – as it emerged - it was straining towards her. And Willow’s deep, back of the throat, sigh told her everything she needed to know about how that felt.
No… Today was Willow’s birthday and the birthday girl had said she wanted to be fucked. So that was exactly what Tara was going to do.
Eventually anyway.
Simply pressing her lips against Willow’s sex now, she pulled away and looked up at her lover’s briefly closed eyes. The smooth curve of her neck as her head arched back.
Just to play with her lover, Tara started to kiss her way around Willow’s bush, finishing the circuit just under her belly button and then starting upwards again. It was then that Willow’s hands flew to her head and stubbornly refused to let her come back that way.
“I thought you wanted to be fucked,” Tara whispered, punctuating each word with a kiss and ending by tugging on the piercing. At the same time she snaked her fingertips up those spread thighs, higher and higher over the tender flesh until Willow did understand and Tara found her head was released.
She kissed her way upwards, but her fingertips stroked at Willow’s swollen lips, avoiding the little attempts Willow made to make it a more substantial contact. And, once again, just to tease she slipped two of them through the centre of that damp, heated furrow and hesitated as if about to take her lover there and then.
It was the hesitation that pulled the moan from her lover rather than the touch itself. Expectation gave way to anticipation and momentary disappointment. Reflex saw Willow try to bear down on them, to take them inside. Mmmm, she was certainly more than ready for it…
Tara found her way to Willow’s breast, nipping at the taut flesh that tipped it and finding another groan as her reward, keeping her fingers just outside where Willow wanted them to be. The other hand she put alongside her lover, using it to balance herself as she rested on her side, her leg stretched over Willows. Enjoying the fleeting contact between Willow’s smooth thigh and her own sex.
Wilow reached out, playing with her lolling breast and Tara looked at her. “You want it?” She pressed a little deeper, right the very edge of where Willow needed her fingers to be.
“Yes.”
Tara pulled back to where she’d been teasing before, kissing Willow’s breast as she did. “You want it?”
“Yes!”
“Tell me,” Tara demanded.
“I want it,” Willow said, green eyes filled with need. “I want it.”
“Then you shall have,” Tara said and slipped her fingers into her lover’s wet tunnel, watching as Willow’s eyes closed once more and her whole body arched with a loud groan of needs finally being met.
“Yes…” Willow moaned.
“Tell me what you want?” Tara said, her fingers inside Willow but not moving. Just enjoying the wet heat of her lover’s pussy.
“Come on… Do it,” Willow begged.
“Tell me.”
“I want you t – mmmmmn – I want you to fuck me, baby. I want you to fuck me.” Willow repeated the words, over and over until Tara simply couldn’t refuse – or delay – her anymore.
She tightened her own leg over Willow’s, pulling her lover’s skin against her own heated sex, then leaned over Willow as she started to comply. Looking at her face as she started to fuck her. Starting gently, but working with increasing ardour until she found the rhythm that her woman needed and responded best to.
They could do that by now. They could read each other’s desire, each other’s bodies and even the little sounds they each made. There’d never been a question that they were meant to be together. Sexually. Emotionally. In passion and love. It couldn’t be any more perfect when two people came together.
With the pad of her thumb, Tara was stroking the tender areas around and about Willow’s clit, while her fingers were hooked inside this beautiful, wet and heaving woman. Her hips, her whole body, moved to meet and accentuate the movements of the fingers that were inside her. Playing her…
Tara knew just how Willow needed it. Just how to hook her fingers. Just how to find that place inside that mirrored the swollen nub outside in its effect. And she knew just how hard her lover was going to climax this way.
She even knew how close Willow was. How desperate for completion. How she couldn’t bear for it to stop now. How she couldn’t stand to be eased away from orgasm and even though she knew she’d be built back up. Tara might’ve done that, but not now. Not this time. Willow needed. She really needed.
Tara kissed her woman’s straining neck as Willow arched upwards, rubbing up against her lover’s thigh. While Willow might’ve been lost to pleasure, acting on pure orgasm seeking instinct, part of that instinct was to keep her thighs parted, to maintain the pressure that Tara was enjoying. Oh… she didn’t expect to come. But so what? That wasn’t what this was about. This was Willow’s time. She was just providing, and enjoying, the ride.
She had the definite impression that Willow was enjoying it too. It didn’t seem the appropriate moment to stop and check. She doubted Will would take it well.
Tara shifted her kissed upwards, from Willow’s neck to the lobe of her ear, tugging on it with first her lips and then her teeth. She was gratified when Willow’s head writhed the opposite way, increasing the tension. She knew it was the right thing. The edge of something - other than pure pleasure - that’d only intensify the end result.
But she just had to speak to her girl too. “Oh baby, you’re so wet… so hot.” It’d taken her the longest time to become comfortable with the absolutely slutty things she was tempted to say when she was with Willow like this. But finally she’d realised that the discomfort wasn’t about whether it was something she’d do. It was just a part of her that only loving Willow could bring out. No one else, no one else had ever seen this side of her. No one would.
“Fuck me,” Willow moaned again, almost as if it wasn’t already happening.
“I am…” Tara moaned back to her, “I am fucking you.”
Reading Willow, Tara knew that she wanted the pace to increase. The pressure was building and she had to keep stoking it until eventually, there was nothing left to do but climax. Explode. Stroking that spot inside her lover, Tara did increase the pace and heard Willow’s pleasure laced sounds shift in tone and frequency by way of response. Just right.
“Oh baby, I love you,” Tara moaned into her woman’s ear as the moment approached. Willow was writhing, arching and groaning as she got exactly what she needed. Maybe it was the word love that finally triggered the climax she’d demanded and begged for. Tara didn’t ease up – she kept the pressure up, the motions that’d got Willow to here, even as Willow’s pussy clamped down on her fingers, squeezing them inside in a wet, velvet grip.
Whatever it had been that’d set Willow off, the words “I love you” were thrown right back at her. Spat out between cries of orgasmic ecstasy and groans of finally fulfilled desperation. As Willow came, Tara pressed her whole body up against the hot, bucking flesh, biting on her lover’s ear lobe just enough to make her cry out again and to add to the overall pleasure.
“I love you,” Willow repeated as she finally fell to the bed, satiated at last. At least for now.
Tara’s fingers were still inside her, and she wasn’t up for releasing her grip just yet. No… she laid herself along Willow, moving against her but resting her head on her girl’s small, heaving breasts.
“I love you,” Willow said again.
“I know…” Tara said softly and just lay there, stroking her girl inside and out. She wasn’t trying to start anything off again, just easing Willow down. Not leaving her bereft of sensation as she came down off the pleasure-high. Willow – both of them – liked to land gently when they’d been flying like this.
After a few minutes, Willow was still a little breathless but it was getting better. “Actually,” Willow said. “You know when I asked if you had something for me?”
“Hmm?” Tara kissed her chest.
“I kind of meant a present. Not that this wasn’t good or anything.”
“But you’ve had a present!” Tara protested, she’d been waiting for this one for a long time. Since before Willow had even woken up. Finally the moment was here.
“Baby,” Willow said seriously, pushing her hair back from her eyes, “I love you, and that was wonderful – as usual – but I think I’d remember if you’d given me a present.”
“You didn’t like what I gave you?” Tara pouted, stroking that spot inside that set her girl off every single time.
Willow darted in for a mischievous kiss as she moaned. “You know I loved what you gave me. But you’d have given me that anyway. Or I’d have given it to you. Either way, we’d have been all about the giving. And taking. I loved to take what you gave… I’m doing it again aren’t I?”
Tara grinned through a kiss. “But it’s so you!” she said about the babbling.
“The point,” Willow said as Tara flicked her lover’s still erect nipple. “Not THAT point. Or that one! Stop it and stop changing the - ”
“Nipple?” Tara guessed.
“Subject!” Willow corrected as Tara nibbled on one. Just because she could, and just to delay the inevitable. Willow hadn’t noticed her present yet so she could work for it a little more. “Mmnnn. Where’s my present?”
“You sure you want it now?” Tara asked. She was entirely comfortable like this… In fact, she could stay like this forever and not even care.
“Yes, please.”
“Sure?” This was Willow all over, impatient when it came to something like a present just because it excited and fascinated her.
Willow just nodded. Abruptly Tara released her lover’s breast, withdrew her fingers and turned around on the bed, her feet up Willow’s end now.
“Tara… not even that is going to stop me asking.”
She knew exactly what Willow was talking about, of course she did. But that didn’t mean she had to admit it. “What do you mean?” she asked, as if a sixty-nine was something that only existed in sex manuals and good girls like her would never, ever do. Yeah, right. Add up all the 69’s in this bed… and you’d easily reach a four-figure total. Maybe even five.
“You can’t muzzle me with the offer of sexual pleasures,” Willow said. “Or muffle me, for that matter.”
Tara shivered as Willow reached down and caressed the muff in question. “I think you’re thinking of something I’m not…” she said. Though it was a good idea. She could definitely get into it.
“Oh. You mean… not…”
“I wasn’t going to put my muff anywhere near you,” Tara said with a shrug she didn’t really mean.
“Then what…?”
Tara lifted her foot and tried to be graceful as she moved it towards her lover’s eyeline.
“You got me a foot?” Willow asked. “Because, I’m fairly certain that one’s yours. Unless you want to try… You’re not into toe sucking all of a sudden are you?”
Tara contemplated, just for a couple of seconds, saying yes and seeing where that’d get them. But no, that wasn’t something that held all that much appeal to her. On the other hand, it was Willow’s birthday. “No. I mean, unless you are?”
“No!” Willow said, maybe a little too fast. “So… Ohhhh.” She reached out and touched the red ribbon that Tara had tied around her own ankle. She hadn’t been able to use a bow, fairly certain their lovemaking would’ve dislodged it, though she hadn’t expected it to take this long for Willow to catch on either.
“You’re my present?” she asked.
Bingo.
“That’s… nice.” Willow added after a few seconds.
“What?” Tara asked. Nice? That was all she got for this? Nice?
“Well,” Willow said. “I kind of had you.”
“I think you’ll find I had you,” Tara corrected. “Twice.”
“Yes, there was having being had – but I mean… you were already mine. I’m already yours.”
“There’s a tag,” Tara said, lifting her leg a little further and knowing she must be giving Willow a view – and a pose – that’d never usually make it out of porno. So much for graceful.
Willow reached for the folded tag, opened it up and tried to twist it without damaging the card. “I can’t - ” Then Tara found her entire leg being twisted around.
“Ow!”
“Sorry, sweetie. But it’s upside down.” Part of the apology saw Tara’s foot being kissed.
“Oh.” Willow said when she got to read the tiny writing in the card.
“Yes,” Tara smiled up the bed at her lover. “Oh.” Willow finally got it. This was – could be – one of her fantasies. And it was entirely up to her where they went with that.
Or what she asked of the woman wearing the ribbon.
“Really?” Willow asked, an interesting look in her eyes. Interesting in the sense of ‘Oh, she’s having a thought. Maybe even thoughts – plural.’
“Really.”
“Then get up here,” Willow said. “And let me thank you properly.”
Tara made to turn around again, but there was a slight problem with that. “Baby, you need to let go of my foot.”
When they were snuggling up, both right side up, kissing tenderly between gentle caresses, Willow asked a question.
“So, did you actually shop for anything?”
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It's there going to be a chapter two? please say yes lol.
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