Hey Kittens - First a few thank yous and then the update is coming.
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Vampivy
Hey Patty. I'm glad you're intrigued by the challenge and that you like the song. It is such a Tara song - for that moment at any rate. Thanks.
Patty
mollyig
Hey Molly. Seeing you in Vegas was absolutely fantastic. I love having faces to go with names and I'm glad you're acquainted with the snack cracker now.
I've felt that Jonathan, as the show left him, didn't really fit as a member of the Troika. I hope my Jonathan does. There is a lot of story left to Edge. Thanks for reading.
The Pineapple Head
Hey Diana. I'm sorry you had one of those weeks.
Hopefully this update will make up for the delay. Thanks again.
SilverWingedNemesis
Hey Nickole. Thanks for all your great comments.
The Inward Sea
Hey there.
Thanks, sweetie.
Sea
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This update has both smut and angst!!!
Rating: Definitely NC-17. Really. Health warning in effect. Do not forget to breathe. Have water nearby, maybe even ice. Do not fall off your chair.
Angst Warning - Somewhere in the vicinity of 8 to 10.
Oh yes, "It's worse than that, it's physics, Jim!"
Coefficient of Friction (COF) is determined by the ease with which two surfaces slide against each other. The dimensionless value of the coefficient of friction is the ratio of the force required to slide the surfaces to the force perpendicular to the surfaces. A lower COF indicates that the surfaces are slicker – there is less resistance to the sliding motion.
Whatever - we know it's fun....
Sooooo ... here it comes.
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It was strange; with her boyfriends – all two of them – she’d preferred being on top, but Dani felt so good lying there. Warm, and soft, and smooth … and what if she messed this up?
“So what do I do?” Jo asked breathlessly as their lips parted.
“Mmm, just relax – you’re so tense….” Dani didn’t wait for her reply, but lowered her head so that her lips were right next to her ear. Warm, moist breath caressed her ear, and Jo shivered as it was followed be a series of nibbling kisses down her neck. Softly Dani whispered, “Or shall I relax you?”
Her back arched involuntarily as Dani’s hands gently squeezed her breasts. “That ….” Jo had to moisten her lips – her mouth had suddenly gone dry – before continuing. “That’s not going to relax me.”
“Sure it will.” Dani released her breasts and slid to one side, straddling just one of her thighs. “It will in the end, anyway. But first ….” Her lips brushed down over her now exposed breast and Jo felt the breath catch in her throat. “First we’re going to increase that tension a bit …..” Her lips surrounded the nipple for just a moment and Jo gasped at the soft contact. Her lover continued in a low murmur, “Until you think you’re going to explode.” She lifted her head and smiled. “Does that sound good?”
Jo nodded rapidly, slowly expelling her breath. “Wha … what do I do?”
“Just do what you’re doing now: being here, being beautiful, and pretty much anything you want, really. But see, this is a “you first” thing.” Dani’s smile became a grin.
“Gonna convert me?” Jo quipped – only half-jokingly.
“Uh-huh.” Dani’s tongue peeked out and curled up, covering her upper lip.
Distracted by the visual of her lover’s mouth and tongue, Jo jumped when Dani rested her hand lightly on her hip. Whatever she had intended to say was forgotten in a series of slow, sweet kisses. Her knees and legs turned rubbery, making her happy she wasn’t standing, because then there would have been that whole falling-over thing …. That line of thought was disrupted when Dani’s tongue slipped into her mouth.
At last their lips parted; opening her eyes, she watched Dani’s eyes open and focus on her. Her lover’s hand slipped from her hip. It was quick, much sooner than she expected, but she was ready. She clenched her hands in the t-shirt’s fabric and lifted her hips, accepting the fingers. Dani traced the outline of her mouth with her tongue, and she moaned. Fingers stiff and rigid thrust in and out of her, once, twice, three times, then withdrew, sliding up between her cunt-lips, up and over her clit.
She whimpered.
“Like that?”
“Yes,” Jo hissed, lifting her hips into Dani’s circling motions.
“You’re nice and wet.” Dani’s voice was even, unhurried, totally belying the intense look in her brown eyes.
“All your fault.” Jo thrust upwards for those fingers, which were now caressing her very lightly.
“Hmmm, I wonder ….”
“Wonder … what?” Jo was almost panting as she lifted her hips into Dani’s body, rubbing her thigh and hip against the other girl’s crotch.
“I wonder if I can lick you dry.”
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Head, shoulders, knees and toes – knees and toes ….
While Willow had enjoyed kissing and licking and touching them – and all the other bits – she especially enjoyed this. She leaned forward and wriggled her fingers against her lover’s clit.
Tara hissed, a long indrawn breath through clenched teeth that was expelled in a soft, begging sigh. “Willow!”
She gave a little shake of her head and murmured, “Not yet, love. She was wet, but not quite as wet as Tara. She pressed her pelvis down against Tara’s left thigh – that should be just enough force, she thought – and removing her fingers from between Tara’s legs, slowly scooted backwards down her lover’s leg. Her back arched and her lips parted. Oh, that was good! The coefficient of friction between her clit and Tara’s skin was perfect. She was tempted to do it again.
“Willow,” Tara moaned, her voice gone low and throaty with need.
She swallowed and forced herself to focus on her plan. She had a plan, she really did … just – what was it? Oh, right. She lifted herself up onto her knees. “Roll over.”
Tara looked at her in mixed confusion and hunger.
“Roll over onto your tummy.”
“What? Willow, what ….”
“Just trust me, okay?” Willow reached out and ran her fingers through the short blond-brown curls she’d just left.
Biting her lower lip, Tara nodded and slowly rolled over, carefully positioning her injured right leg. As she pulled her hair to one side and looked back over her shoulder, her lover said in a quiet, earnest voice, “I do, you know … trust you.”
“I know.” She repositioned herself over Tara’s left leg. “Lift your hips just a little.”
“Oh!” Tara grinned lopsidedly at her. “I remember now! You really liked this.”
“Yeah, but I can’t enter you ’cause of your period, so we’ll have to make do with this.” She slipped her fingers between Tara legs and let her settle her pelvis against them. “Not that this is just making do.”
“This is good,” Tara half-moaned in agreement.
Willow pressed her cunt against Tara’s thigh, feeling her lover’s muscles clench as she began to rock against the fingers. For a moment she rested her lips between the two perfect shoulder-blades, then she ran her tongue slowly up Tara’s spine, making her shiver. She kissed the base of her neck and whispered, “It’s very good.” She began rocking against Tara.
Her lover looked back over her shoulder, her eyes wide. “You’re sooo wet!”
She nodded and continued to rub against Tara’s muscled thigh. It was going to sound so silly, and it was kind of embarrassing, but she wanted to tell her lover … everything. “It’s because of you. You do this to me. You make me wet.”
In reply Tara wriggled back and upwards against her, then glanced back over her shoulder again. “I can feel your wetness on the back of my leg.”
The raw hunger she could hear in Tara’s voice, the naked love she could see in Tara’s face, touched her deeply. With a groan Willow began to rub harder against her.
Tara tossed her head and moaned, “Cover me with it, love.”
She whimpered; her own hunger was almost overwhelming. Tara’s smooth back rubbed her nipples as she rode her fingers and bucked beneath her. Each movement, joint and separate, planned and involuntary, felt sooo good.
And she kept getting wetter. She could feel her juices slicking Tara’s skin. She thought, rather inanely, that the coefficient of friction had to be pretty low right now – really, really low.
Tara looked back over her shoulder once more – a gaze that was desperately hungry - and in a low, hoarse voice, between deep breaths, said, “I want this again. In a few days. But….” She took a deeper breath and continued, “I want it with your fingers ... inside me. I want to hold you inside me. Ohhh, Willow!” She shuddered long and slow as the orgasm rolled through her.
Willow felt the muscles in Tara’s thigh tighten. Resting her forehead between her lover’s shoulders, she gasped as she began to come with her.
As she relaxed onto Tara, panting, she could feel how her juices continued to anoint her lover. Listening to the rapid beating of Tara’s heart, she licked her lips with a tongue gone dry, and whispered, “Yes, love, we will.”
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Lick her dry? That was an intriguing proposition, but she thought it was impossible. Probably. She was sure willing to find out, though.
But she wanted something first.
“Dani.”
“Hmmmm?”
She could feel the vibration of that in her nipple and she hissed softly, arching her back.
Dani’s lips pulled upward, stretching the sensitive piece of flesh up away from her breast, and her hiss turned into a moan. A quick swirl of her tongue around the aureole and Dani lifted her head. “You want something?”
Jo stared bemusedly into the other girl’s face. “Huh?” Thinking was hard. Keeping her thoughts on track was harder. It was like she’d been bewitched. “Oh, yeah. Right.” Talking wasn’t any easier, not with the circular motions Dani was making over her clit and certainly not with the sudden, deep penetrations of her vagina. “I want …..” Actually she wanted quite a lot right now. She was seething with want. “Want you … I want you to undress. Too.” There. She had managed to get it out.
“Oh.” Dani stopped. Simply stopped.
She hadn’t expected that – not really. She knew that the other girl had issues. With the coming of dawn, it was quite light now; she’d not only feel Dani’s scars, but they’d be visible, too.
“I want to feel you against me.” Jo put as much reassurance as possible into her voice.
“Really?” Dani turned her face away.
“Yes. Your skin against mine. Moving, rubbing, sweating, sliding ….”
“You didn’t see it all.” Dani’s voice was quiet. “This way, with the t-shirt and panties, you don’t have to.”
Jo shook her head. “This way, with you covered, she still holds you. You’re still hers.”
The other girl rolled off her and sat up.
Was that it? Had she gone too far? She sat up and started to reach out. “Dani?”
And stopped.
Dani stood, turned away, and pushed the undies down over her hips and thighs. She nudged them to one side as her hands grasped the bottom of the shirt, and pulled it up and over her head. Slowly, she turned around, facing her, the shirt dangling from her hand. Silent.
Jo let her eyes travel up and down the other girl’s body. She’d seen the scars wrapping Dani’s torso, and she’d thought that there couldn’t be anything worse than the bite scars on her breasts. She hadn’t been wrong, exactly, but most of the scars on Dani’s belly and thighs were just as bad – and there were a lot of them.
“Satisfied?” Dani started to lift the t-shirt back up.
“No. Don’t.” Jo caught the t-shirt and then Dani’s hand. She tugged on it and willed the other girl to move toward her.
Dani did.
Which was good, because Jo had no clue what she would have done otherwise. Certainly not grab her. Certainly not force her to stay. Dani had had more than enough of that.
“If you tell me I’m beautiful, you’ll be lying, you know.”
And what exactly did you say to statements like that?
She gazed up into the brown eyes. Angry, defiant eyes. Eyes that dared her to reject her and yet begged her not to. She really had no idea what to say, but she had to say something. “And if I say that true beauty is on the inside, you won’t believe me, will you? But I’d never say something like that. Bleh. Sounds far too hokey.”
They looked at one another in silence for a few more moments, until Jo tugged on Dani’s hand again. “C’mere.”
Dani stepped closer and Jo wrapped her arms around the other girl’s waist. She rested her cheek against the scarred skin and listened to her heart beating. She just held her, and slowly she felt Dani’s defenses yielding.
But neither of them relaxed. There was far too much on the line for that.
Jo sat up straighter and lifted her head, turning it so that her lips rested against Dani. Gently she began to kiss her. She didn’t do anything obvious like trace Dani’s scars with her lips. She just left a trail of soft, wet, sloppy kisses on the other girl’s midriff and breasts. There was no plan to what she was doing, so she was as shocked as Dani when she found that a nipple had slipped into her mouth.
What to do?
She didn’t think she could tug and nuzzle with Dani’s confidence, but since she had been giving her breasts sloppy kisses, a few licks wouldn’t hurt. She licked the nipple with the broad flatness of her tongue and hoped it felt halfway decent. Dani’s sharp intake of breath reassured her – that and the pair of warm hands that cupped her face.
Okay, so that mustn’t feel too bad.
Dani didn’t try to hold her in position, so she was able to tilt her head back to look into the other girl’s face. She sighed in relief; the brown eyes had gentled. They were still wary, but seemed hopeful. Tonight, there were no tears.
“You don’t have to do this.”
“And if I want to?” Jo asked, her eyes locked on Dani’s face.
“I’m just saying….”
She didn’t hesitate to interrupt. “That you’d understand if I didn’t? That it would be okay if I was revolted?”
Dani nodded, looking away.
“Just one thing … I am soooo not revolted.”
“You’re not just doing this because you pity me?”
“Uh, no, Dani. I don’t pity you.” Jo gave a short little laugh. “If anything, what I feel is fear.”
The brown eyes turned back and studied her. “You’re afraid … of me?”
She shook her head. “No.” Dani’s mouth opened, and Jo shook her head again. “No, wait. This is hard to say, and I need to.” She paused, searching for the right words. “I admire you. You’re so strong, you haven’t given up. If anything, what I feel is fear that I won’t, in some way or other, measure up.” She bit her lower lip; frowning a little, she continued. “Not as a lover. I’m afraid I won’t measure up to YOU. And that’s important to me. I need to measure up – to be your equal – because I want ….” This was sooo hard! She swallowed and continued. “Because I want to be with you.”
Silently, wordlessly, Dani ran her fingers over her face; when they reached her lips, Jo kissed them. Her lover’s voice was a mere whisper, “You don’t know me, not really. But I want you to. Just … don’t be afraid.”
That was easier said than done, of course.
“I won’t be if you won’t be,” Jo dared. When Dani nodded, she lay back, pulling her with her, back on top of her. They weren’t quite completely on the bed, but she thought it would be okay. She ran her hands over Dani’s back, recording the texture of her lover’s skin – soft and smooth between slightly raised scars from the vampire’s nails, rough where she had bitten and chewed. Everything was different with a naked Dani lying on her. The partially clothed one had been smooth and in control. This one was uncertain and hesitant.
That wouldn’t do. Both of them couldn’t be uncertain, and since she was mostly clueless, Dani had to take charge … or else they were both going to be very frustrated. At least she knew what the other girl had intended before her request had triggered crisis time. Deliberately copying Dani’s actions earlier, Jo kissed the soft lips and brushed her lips over her lover’s cheek.
She whispered into her ear, “Now, I think you mentioned licking me dry?”
“Did I?” Dani replied with a chuckle. “Hm. I think I remember mentioning that.” She nuzzled her neck, licking and tonguing her skin. Slowly Dani traversed her body, every kiss a delightful torment.
As the other girl slipped off the bed to kneel between her knees, Jo spread her legs wide, then wider still when Dani pressed on them with her hands. She should have felt vulnerable, but Dani’s hands caressed her inner thighs, rubbing up and down, and instead she felt protected. A series of feather-light kisses followed, moving ever closer to her cunt, concentrating her attention on that one portion of her anatomy. She felt Dani’s warm breath first, then the softness of her lips in a single gentle kiss. Dani’s fingers parted her, and Jo was open, completely and totally. Dani’s warm breath was like a cool breeze as it washed over her wet lips and Jo’s first inclination was to wind her fingers in the long brown hair. And that would be bad, if Dani’s reaction on Saturday night was any indication. She’d better resist that temptation.
She’d never done anything like this before – not with either of her two lovers – but Jo’s fingers found her own nipples, still damp with Dani’s saliva – still hard and jutting – and she began to play with them.
Jo looked down her body and met Dani’s hungry gaze.
“Oh, gods, you’re so beautiful.”
Self-conscious, she stopped playing.
Dani shook her head. “No, don’t … don’t stop.”
“I needed something to do with my hands,” Jo explained. “I was afraid I’d pull your hair and ….” Her lover brushed her lips over her pubic hair and Jo forgot how to breathe.
“Shhhh. I like watching you do that. Can I …,” Dani’s voice was hoarse with longing, “watch you do that later – while I fuck you?”
Jo expelled the breath she was holding and managed a nod – words were beyond her now – then Dani’s tongue slid over her clit. Her back arched and she moaned.
“That’s it. Ride my tongue.”
Apparently she needed no instruction on how to do that. Her feet came up, and she held onto Dani’s body with them – and her calves – for leverage. She lifted her hips into the air rhythmically. It was sort of like posting on a horse, Jo noted in some still functioning corner of her mind. Surely not every girl who had a horse grew up into a lesbian who rode tongue …. Well, at least the practice was coming in handy – but this felt soooo much better.
She pulled on her nipples as Dani’s tongue licked some of the most sensitive skin on her body. She didn’t know how much more she was going to be able to stand. Really, she didn’t. She glanced down her body again, aware that Dani was watching and ….
Fingers entered her, stiff and rigid, just like earlier. They hooked into her, curling up into her vagina as they slid in and out. Jo strained upward against Dani’s tongue and mouth, and onto her fingers. Her heart pounding, she gasped as her butt lifted from the bed and her back arched.
She could feel the orgasm building and Dani held her there, feeding it with her tongue, stoking it with two fingers.
“So beautiful.” Jo heard the words, was processing them, when Dani added a third finger and licked her clit rapidly.
“Oh YESSSS!”
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Willow lifted her head in confusion. “What was ….?”
“I think that was Jo, love.” Tara chuckled and ran a finger over her lover’s still sweat-damp tummy.
“Oh.” Willow’s head cocked in critical assessment, much to her amusement. They listened together a moment longer. “Oooooh. Twice! Somebody’s good.” Her lover was almost bouncing now.
She was surprised that she didn’t feel any reticence about listening. She knew she should, but it seemed only fair that they should get some vicarious enjoyment for a change. Tara giggled. “I guess so!”
Her reply nearly drowned out a muffled “ohhhh, Dani!”
They waited in silence for a few more minutes, but no other moans, cries, or wails emerged from the room next door.
Only three. Oh, well.
She rolled up onto Willow and kissed her.
“Tara?”
“Mmmm, we don’t have classes for awhile, love. If you want to ….” She waggled her eyebrows lasciviously.
“Always.”
by Puff » Sat Feb 22, 2003 4:05 pm 
Glad to see you safetly back from Vegas and I hope you had a great time. I love this story (if I haven't made that clear). Tara and Jo's willingness to open up themeselves is wonderful, I can't wait for the next part. Is it Tuesday yet? 
Pax! -Bev 
Mel Mel Mel... 
I so love this story!!
I will update soon, that I can promise, but I don’t have anything ready yet tonight. Again, my apologies.
Thanks for letting Kittens know that I was in Vegas and hadn’t actually fallen off the face of the earth. I’m not a great fan of cliffhangers, but this kind is more or less harmless – it’s still irritating I know, but there will be much goodness as soon as I have a few hours of uninterrupted time to sit and write. Thanks. 
your wonderful story. And, I will deal with it, because I love this fic. 
Which is painful in its own way. Thanks for reading.
. And that bunny thing sounds very interesting. The challenge you speak of hopefully doesn’t scare you too much cause I’m definitely intrigued now
Ah, correction dear Triscuit, I didn't say you were mean, I said that was a mean thing to do. I just had one of those monsterous weeks from hell and a little (or a lot) of WT smut action would have been nice. I can deal with the teasing though....just not for long. 
