Summary: Following Entropy, everything goes exactly as it should have. I borrowed these characters from Joss, who used to be brilliant, er sorry almost went off on a tangent there. Anyway, he owns them, I’m simply fixing them.
Rating: NC-17 as promised.
Short Story Warning: Yes, this will probably only be several short installments. If I get so inclined.
Aim, you asked for it.
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Tara had been moving her things back into the Summer’s residence for the past few days. It had been a slow process, since Buffy had been shot, and they had to help with Dawn and everything else. But Tara had never minded keeping an eye out for the teen. It was almost like Dawnie had been the little sister she’d never had.
Life seemed like a whirlwind sometimes. Calm right before the eye of a storm. And a storm was what it felt like. That was at least until she had come back to Willow. The memory brought a smile to Tara’s face as she continued to go through her boxes, putting things back where they should be.
Willow, on the other hand, had been downstairs, trying to deal with a rather-cabin fever ridden Slayer.
“ Just one punch, I mean, I heal fast, so it wouldn’t matter much, right?” Buffy wanted to hurt something. It was a mood she got into without having gone slaying for so long. The doctor had put her on bed-rest, and that was getting rather old, very quickly. Buffy sighed and rested her head back on the couch, and repeatedly beating the back of it gently against the cushions.
“No. And don’t do that, you already lost enough brain cells.” The redhead muttered through gritted teeth.
“I heard that, remember, slayer-sized hearing?” Hazel orbs narrowed dangerously at her best friend. It was then that the front door slammed shut, signaling the fact that Dawn was home. Dawn being home meant escape time from slayer-sitting.
Dawn tossed her backpack down on the kitchen table, and headed for the refrigerator for some sort of after-school snack, only to be intercepted by the ex-witch.
“It’s your turn.” Willow said simply as she headed upstairs, catching Dawn in mid speech.
“But I- homework-“ Dawn had homework. Homework she needed Willow to help her with. Closing the still open fridge, she sighed.
“ And I’ve been with her all day, so, I’ll help you with homework after I help Tara unpack. You can at least start reading it with Buffy, right?” Willow babbled as she headed up the stairs, determined to spend some quality time with her girlfriend.
Tara had been unpacking for a better part of the day, and finally came across a box labeled “toys”. It made the blonde flush furiously. Just the other day, Willow had been commenting on how she didn’t know what had happened to their-things. Apparently she had the answer now. Gingerly the blonde opened the box, revealing a small variety of vibrators. One thing was new that caught her eye that she hadn’t remembered packing. It had been on order from the time they’d been having problems. Neither had ever gotten the chance to actually try the toy out before she’d left. Pulling out the soft black leather harness, she bit her lower lip, and decided on her next course of action.
Willow had bounded up the stairs, taking them two at a time. She loved Buffy, she really did, but when the Slayer got cranky, she was really, really cranky. Gratefully, Willow knocked gently on their bedroom door before entering. It felt good, being able to call it their room again. The fact that Tara had accepted her back was incredible. And it was even more so without the magic. Smiling she turned the knob and entered the room.
Tara had almost wanted Willow to wait a moment before entering. She had managed to get herself into the harness and attach the item that came along with it. That she had zipped into a pair of jeans, a little loose so it hid the contraption. “Hey, how was Buffy-sitting?”
“ Sucked. I mean, I love Buffy and all, but ..she gets pretty cranky.” Willow smiled a little and wrapped her arms around the blonde from behind. “How was unpacking?”
“ I-it was good.” Tara stuttered a little over the words, carefully, since she didn’t want Willow finding out just yet.
Glancing down, Willow noticed that she had indeed found the box. “So uhm, you found them?” The redhead grinned, pressing a soft kiss to the back of Tara’s neck. Tara could only nod, wondering where in the world she would get up enough courage to continue with the task that she had planned.
Willow on the other hand, had realized something was up. Something was always up when Tara wore jeans, which wasn’t often. Gently, she slid her lithe digits up her lovers’ sides and underneath the purple shirt she wore. She feel of the heated flesh felt amazing, as it always did.
Tara took in a gentle breath as she felt the hands on her sides. But wait a minute, wasn’t she the one who should be taking charge here? Smiling a little, she turned in the redheads arms and gently eased her back to the bed.
Willow wasn’t surprised in the least when Tara started to become a bit more aggressive. Laying back, she shifted to give Tara enough room. It was then that she felt it, the moment their bodies melded together. The bulge that was between her lovers legs as Tara slid a thigh gently between her own.
Tara eased down against her lover, teasingly pressing the toy against her thigh, still not kissing her just yet. She could feel the redhead’s breathing start to quicken. Slowly, she slid the ex-wiccan’s shirt off of her head and smiled, seeing her completely bra-less. Must be a thing about Slayer-sitting, she mused to herself as Tara eased down, capturing the pert nipple between her teeth.
Arching up to meet the sudden contact, Willow let out a very soft whimper. Her own fingers tried to entwine within the blonde locks but Tara wasn’t about to have that. She was controlling this, and controlling it she would do. With one hand she eased Willow’s hands above her head, and held them there. With the other, she slid the cool hand up Willow’s sides, hiking up the skirt she was wearing at the moment. Her fingers teased, caressing the smooth flesh they found until being met with the barrier that was Willow’s panties.
The redhead enhaled sharply, arching up into her lovers’ touch. It had happened so quickly, Tara on top. Her eyes fluttered closed as her skirt was being lifted up slowly. It was almost to slow, this teasing.
Tara then switched breasts, lavishing equal amounts of attention to the other one as she unzipped her pants finally, the object sliding out, slick, after she’d lubed it up, against her lover’s thigh. Moaning, Willow arched up again. It was getting to be to much, this passion. She smiled though, and somehow managed out. “I guess you found it.”
“Mm hmm.” Tara muttered in her lovers’ ear, tracing the outline of the lobe gently with her tongue before nipping gently on the soft flesh.
The feel of her tongue, along with the heat of the whisper caused Willow to moan. By now she was fully aroused, and arched up into the slick phallus, and whimpered when she was only met by Tara’s fingers pressing aside the soaked panties.
It was now or never, Tara thought to herself as she eased gently inside her lover. The thing that Tara hadn’t thought she’d feel was, well, feeling. There was a gentle suction against her clit, and rubbing as she pressed fully against the harness. That surprised her to say the least, and caused a low moan to erupt from the back of her throat.
The redhead arched up into the sudden invasion, and clenched around it. This was different then Oz, and so much better. This was better simply because it was Tara filling her, not anyone or anything else. At least it was and felt like that at the moment. And it was different, because within just a moment or so the blonde had already found her spot, the spot that would send her soon over the edge if caressed enough. Tara finally released her lovers’ hands with the need to feel her touch. Willow took the hint and slid her hands down the blonde’s back and caressing her rear, urging her lover foreword.
And fore ward Tara moved, pressing gently into her, filling her. It wasn’t long that she felt their souls mingle, as they always did while lovemaking. And she had briefly thought that this time might be different. That she might not like it, but what wasn’t to like about being with Willow, in every shape and form?
Willow was in complete bliss, and for several moments had found her own little piece of heaven, and stayed there, finally releasing against her lover with some small amount of coaxing. Closing her eyes, the redhead smiled as the blonde nuzzled into her. Everything felt like it was as it should be that she was finally home.
Tara nodded in agreement "She has magic fingers." TheWisdom of War, Chris Golden
" When things get ruffy, he hides behind his Buffy" Anya Once more with Bitterness- er....Feeling.
at: 12/29/02 8:31:09 pm
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.....and with the....and the water...and taking 
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at: 10/19/02 9:04:26 pm
*pouts* I dont get a smoke?!?!?! You know I have a limited supply!!! Hell, I hadta flash a guy to get some! But no, you just hand em out...but, NOT TO ME!!!!
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