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Title: Happy New Year
Author: Indigokane
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: i do not own Willow and Tara, i'm borrowing them from the evil people who do.
Feedback: Love it, but am lousy at it myself.
Summary: a quick New Years Eve one shot. the rating should be explanation enough.
Happy New Year
There was nothing but stillness. Darkness as thick as tar permeated the desolate alley, where not even rats dared to tread, primal bass rhythms reverberating through anything that ventured too near.
Then, there was light, and sound.
A door crashed open, spilling pulsing brightness, and throbbing music into the formerly tranquil space, shadows racing forwards up the opposing wall, two figures stumbling unceremoniously through the doorway.
A women with silken, dark blonde hair, piercing azure blue eyes, perfectly curved body swathed in a flowing skirt, loose peasant top, and long leather trench coat, reached behind herself to close the door with a resounding slam.
Her smaller, red headed companion, clad in softly shining black leather pants, fitted button down top, and leather coat, drew the blond deeper into the dark, her green eyes flashing like emeralds just before the door closed.
They came to a stop halfway down the passage, where, shrouded in impenetrable ebony, the smaller woman pushed the blond firmly against the wall by her shoulders, following closely with her own lithe body.
“Hmmmm, yes, Willow. I’ve been craving this for hours. I need you, baby.” the blonds mouth dipped down to taste the porcelain skin of her lovers neck, brushing it with her tongue, before pressing down gently on her pulse point with her teeth.
The red head was rocked with a shudder, causing her to press herself hungrily forward into the taller woman, the space between them vanishing.
“Me too. With the needing of you, that is. Because needing my self would sound a little silly, in fact down right insane, when you think about it. Or maybe not. Maybe we really do ne-errr, ahhhh, Taraaaa.”
Tara’s teeth were pressing down with more force, imprinting the skin as she sucked fervently on the sensitive flesh, flicking it lightly with her tongue.
Willow’s body began to rock against the blonds, as she buried her face in her long hair, her hands sliding down Tara’s arms to take her finely sculpted hands, and gently guide them down over Tara’s full breasts to her sides. Willow released Tara’s hands to move her own to her lover’s full hips, her fingers dancing along the bottom of Tara’s shirt.
“That is going to leave such a mark.” Willow hissed, as Tara continued to nip and suck at her throat.
“Mmmhmmm,” Tara murmured against her neck, reaching around Willow’s waist to grasp her ass tightly, drawing the red head even closer into her, Willow’s thigh pressing up against her center.
Willow’s fingers curled, gripping the hem of Tara’s shirt tightly, pushing it slowly up over Tara’s smooth stomach, as she worked her way up her body. She aggressively cupped Tara’s bra trapped breasts, kneading them firmly, and pinching the sensitive nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.
“Ahhhhh, ohhhhhh, Willoooow.” Tara groaned, thrusting her breasts harder into Willow’s strong hands, squeezing Willow’s ass fiercely, and grinding her center against Willow’s leather clad thigh.
“Tara,” Willow gasped, before pulling back far enough to capture Tara’s warm, inviting mouth with her own, her eager tongue finding no resistance when it moved to enter. Willow explored Tara’s honeyed liquid heat with abandon, her tongue challenging Tara’s aggressively.
When oxygen became an issue they reluctantly parted, Willow nibbling her way down Tara’s jaw line to her pulse point, her right hand surrendered the breast it had been fondling, to tenderly scratch it’s way down Tara’s taut stomach, causing her to spasm with delight.
“Ooooooo, ah-haaaaa, ooooooh.”, Tara groaned, gasping when Willow’s nails scratched over the swell of her stomach, below her bellybutton, and under her waistband.
“No panties?” Willow purred in Tara’s ear, as her hand stopped just shy of Tara’s center, stroking through damp, soft curls.
“They would only get in the way.” Tara whispered back, huskily, moving to unbutton Willow’s shirt.
Tara’s nimble fingers made short work of the buttons, sliding the fabric aside to reveal Willow’s bare breasts, nipples stiff and begging for attention, which Tara enthusiastically provided. She took a stiff nipple into her mouth, lightly scraping down the rigid peak with her teeth, then flicking it with her tongue
“Mmmmm, yes! Tara, baby, I need to be inside you.” Willow whispered into Tara’s ear, her left hand tangling in long blond hair and tugging gently.
“Yesssss,” Tara hissed, working her way back up Willow’s neck, to the side of her mouth. “Please, Willow. I need to feel you in me, deep inside me, my love.” she thrust her hips forward causing Willow’s hand to slide further down, entering her drenched center with one finger.
“Hmm, oh lover, more, please give me more,” Tara growled in Willow’s ear, reaching between them for the button of Willow’s soft leather pants, opening them quickly, and easily sliding her hand inside, beneath her panties, through short, soaked curls, to Willow’s hot center.
Willow’s body surged forward at Tara’s touch, desperate for the feel of Tara inside her, filling her up, making her writhe in pleasure. Tara slowly slipped two fingers into her, as Willow added another to Tara’s dripping center.
“Yesssss.” echoed between them as their bodies accepted each other, muscles clenching, pulling one another in further and further,
“So good.” Tara gasped.
“So good.” Willow agreed, seeking Tara’s lips, her tongue lunging forwards to enter the velvety warmth that was Tara’s mouth.
In unison they began to thrust in and out of each other, fingers driving deeper, and deeper with every plunge, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, torn from their chests, as they worked themselves into a frenzy.
Their tongues danced, and dueled into and out of each other’s mouths, while hands feverishly explored; stroking hips, kneading breasts, tracing lips, and caressing stomachs, as fingers rapidly plunged harder, and harder into soft wetness.
“Uhhhh, oooooh, oh Tara. Oh, oh,oh, yesyesyes!” Willow growled, lifting Tara’s top and pulling down Tara’s bra to release her breasts, her free hand kneading, and squeezing the soft flesh roughly.
“Ahhhhhh, oh, oh, oh Goddesssss!” Tara cried out, as Willow added a third finger to her soaked center, causing her to squirm in delight. Seconds later Tara returned the gesture, sinking a third finger deep into Willow, and reveling in the red heads writhing response.
Tara’s left hand found Willows breasts, grasping one firmly, and pinching the swollen nipple with just enough pressure to make the red head wriggle.
“Ooooooh, daaaaaamn.” Willow breathed.
As one they placed their thumbs on each others clits, applying pressure and rubbing the engorged nubs. Their bodies quaked, and trembled as a tidal wave of pleasure crashed over them, washing them away in bliss.
“Ohhhhh Wiiillllooowww!” Tara cried out, her orgasm ripping through her, leaving her breathless.
“Taaaarrrrraaaaa!” Willow shouted, her body squeezing Tara’s up against the wall hungrily, her mouth crashing into Tara’s, devouring her lips and tongue, as her own orgasm pounded through her.
Above their heads a miniature fireworks show of sparks, and tiny explosions, were going off as they climaxed, igniting the dark alley with flashing lights.
Simultaneously they pinched, and rolled each other clits, between their thumbs, and forefingers, eliciting screams of pleasure that were captured by their hungry mouths, their passion kept between them.
An explosion of sparks, and arcing energy erupted from their trembling, tingling bodies, bathing the alley in amethyst light.
They pulled back, panting, indigo eyes meeting emerald, as their bodies slowed, hands stilling
inside one another, slumping together in contented exhaustion.
They raised their heads when they heard amplified shouts of ‘Happy New Year’, pounding through the club’s wall, echoing down the alley, causing them to giggle and rub their cheeks together, radiant smiles on their lips.
“Happy New Year, baby.” Willow whispered, tenderly in Tara’s ear.
“Happy New Year, love.” Tara murmured back, gently slipping her hand out of Willow and bringing it up to her mouth to taste, sparkling blue eyes met forest green in the fading light, as Willow did the same, both women savoring the unique essence of the other.
They snuggled, and caressed as they cleaned their hands, bodies swaying against each other, murmuring softly and sharing kisses, before getting their clothing back in order.
Tara carefully buttoned Willow’s shirt, as Willow tenderly pushed Tara’s bra back into place, settling her breasts delicately back into it, but after Tara was done zipping her pants, Willow knelt down, placing a soft kiss on the lower swell of Tara’s belly.
Looking up with eyes full of love and desire, she smiled at Tara before reaching for the hem of her skirt, lifting it ever so slowly, watching Tara the entire time.
Tara watched with a curious, bemused expression gracing her features, which turned to want, when she felt Willow’s hands caressing her bare leg.
“I need to get you cleaned up, before we go back in.” Willow purred, her hand sliding up Tara’s calf to her thigh, raising the skirt as she went. When she had it high enough, she ducked her head underneath, so as not to leave Tara exposed.
Tara stumbled slightly, then leaned herself up against the wall to keep her balance, reeling from the sensation of Willow’s breath tickling across her clit, raising goose bumps all over her body. She gasped, and pressed back into the wall hard, as Willow gently flicked her clit with her tongue, then nuzzled it with her nose,.
“Ooooooh Willow, oh goddess, baby, yes!” Tara exclaimed as Willows tongue stroked her throbbing center, causing Tara to arc her back off of the cold bricks.
Willow slid her hands around Tara’s waist to grip her ass firmly, squeezing her round bottom tightly, and pressing her mouth closer to Tara’s molten core.
“You taste so good, Tare,” Willow murmured against Tara’s center, causing Tara to take the bricks behind her in a white knuckle grip, sweat trickling down her face, her breaths coming in gasps.
Tara bit her lip, and fought to keep herself steady, as Willow thrust her tongue deep into her center, drinking down as much of Tara’s sweet juices as she could.
“Uhhhh, oh baby, oooohhhhh yes!” Tara cried out, having succumbed to the pleasure Willow’s mouth was providing, her orgasm shook her already trembling body harder, forcing her to grip Willows shoulders to remain standing.
“Willow! Goddess!” She screamed, her back slamming into the wall as she came hard, her nectar filling Willow’s waiting mouth, as she drank Tara dry.
Willow quickly finished bathing Tara’s center and re-emerged from beneath her skirt, a broad smile on her face. She took Tara in her arms, cradling her as her body slowly stilled.
Willow covered Tara’s face in feather light kisses, holding her tightly in the chilly night air, which she was starting to notice, now that they were resting.
“Love you Tare,” Willow whispered into Tara’s silky blond hair.
“Love you too, Will.” Tara murmured back, nuzzling Willow’s neck, nipping lightly at the tender, burning flesh of the mark she had made.
“Hmmmmmm, baby, damn that feels so good. But we have to get back to the party.” Willow groaned.
“Damn,” Tara sighed, then she leaned into Willow, taking the outer edge of Willow’s ear between her teeth, nipping it delicately. “You’re mine when we get home.” She growled in Willow’s ear.
Willow’s entire body shuddered at the desire in Tara’s voice, her arms instinctively drew Tara’s body closer, pressing fully against her in need.
“Party.” Tara gasped, as she felt Willow’s thigh pressing against her center, her mouth sucking vigorously on the soft spot behind Tara’s ear, hands circling her waist, running slowly over her ass.
“Private party,” Willow murmured in her ear, as she bit down tenderly on Tara’s pulse point, eliciting a powerful spasm in the taller woman.
“Errrrr, ah! Shit! Home!” Tara exclaimed, turning them around and pressing Willow against the wall. “We’re going home, Will. Now.” she rumbled, tangling her hands in Willow’s hair, and pulling her into a primal kiss.
Tara pressed forward into Willow’s center with the edge of her hip, starting a rhythmic grinding, as their tongues fought for dominance, bodies drawn towards each other, needing.
“Home?” Willow whimpered, pressing her thigh against Tara’s core, her hands hungrily kneading Tara’s firm ass, her mouth carefully marking the skin behind Tara’s ear.
“Home,” Tara breathed, gently pulling away, body aching to continue, she stepped back away from Willow, extending her trembling hand.
“Quick goodbyes?” she asked with an arched eyebrow and promising half grin, edging closer.
“Very quick.” Willow responded, voice husky, taking Tara’s hand and allowing herself to be pulled away from the wall and towards the door.
Tara turned the handle and opened the door, to be assaulted by a wall of sound, and light flooding from the club, causing her to physically step back, colliding with Willow.
Willows arms went around her waist, her mouth pressing to Tara’s ear. “Quickly” she whispered, squeezing her tightly, melding herself to Tara, front to back.
“Quickly,” Tara repeated, as they stepped forward, into the flashing, throbbing world through the doorway.
“Happy New Year!” they shouted in unison, as the door swung shut behind them.
In the alley, stillness and darkness reigned again.
In the club, Tara held Willow’s hand tightly, as she led her through the massive throng of bodies milling around the dance floor, to the table where their friends were sitting. When Tara stopped at the edge of the table, Willow’s body collided with hers, making her gasp.
“You ok there, Tara?” Buffy asked looking at her curiously. “You guys were outside a long time getting air. You missed New Years!”
“No we didn’t,” Willow murmured against Tara’s neck.
“Just fine!” Tara squeaked, as Willow’s hands gripped her hips and pulled her ass closer to Willow’s center. “Um, er, I mean… not so much. With feeling… well. Feeling kinda… hot and shaky. Will’s gonna take me home.”
Buffy nodded, noting the blond did look dreadfully worn out, and figuring Willow should get Tara in bed as soon as possible, she needed it.
As Tara and Willow turned to leave, they ran into Anya and Xander, returning to the table after dancing, arguing the finer points of plastic champagne glasses.
“Awe, leaving us so soon, Willster? Tara?” Xander asked, edging around them to get his drink off the table.
“Tara’s belly is all blechy,” Willow responded reaching around to rub Tara’s tummy, as Tara gave him a weak smile.
“Willow should be in discomfort,” Anya chimed in. “Look at the size of the hickey on her neck!.”
Xander and Buffy spun to stare at Willow, and the cranberry red mark left by Tara’s persistent mouth, just barely noticeable behind her fiery hair.
“It is a nice color,” Anya added off-handedly.
“So, we were just leaving guys. Gotta get Tara home.” Willow said quickly, starting to back away, letting her hair fall forward, her hands moving to Tara’s hips to pull her with.
As Tara quickly snatched her bag off the table, the others turned to stare at her in wonder, but Tara simply opened her bag, ignoring their new found fascination by searching for her keys.
“Tara?” Xander said in shock, images of the two lovers running rampant through his head, playing out how the mark was created in dozens of different scenarios.
“Yes!” Anya blurted out. “Her lesbian, gay type lover gave her a hickey. Why are we all shocked?”
“I um, that is…” Xander began awkwardly. Failing to come up with an excuse he shrugged sheepishly, and accepted a swat from Anya.
“No, no, no, no shock. Totally shock-less.. Unshockable. “Buffy piped up, still looking a little surprised that Tara had marked Willow so thoroughly.
“Leaving now,” Willow, announced, taking Tara by the shoulders and steering her away from the table, into the crowd and towards the door.
“Night guys!” Tara called behind her, giving a backwards wave, as she was hastily escorted through the mass of people, out the door, and off to finish the celebration they had barely begun.
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if it's not real, you can't hold it your hands; you can't feel it with your heart, then i won't believe it. but if it's true you can see it with your eyes, even in the dark; and that's where i want to be. 'brick by boring brick' -paramore
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Seriously, the marking, the kissing, the uh ‘tidying up’ that Willow did – she’s sooooooo well organized! It’s all those different colored penetrations, I mean PENS! PENS!
