Frothy Goodness [AU] (Complete)

[taralicious]

My theory is that the Lords of Order and Chaos play with us mortals as pawns in an elaborate chess game to wile away the millennia and Chaos pulled the ace of Buffy walking through the front door when WIllow and Tara were caught in flagrante delicious.
Even if Buffy is Willow's best friend, she should wait out in the car or down at the bus depot or however she got from L.A. to there.

[Nue]

ahn, so cute... Tara is so cute being naughty (and making them even, she´s so funny ^^) and Will with her sleep-talking XD

and Buffy caught them XDDDD

thanks

[Laragh]

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TITLE: Frothy Goodness

AUTHOR: Laragh

CHAPTER RATING: NC-17

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own any of the characters, Joss does. I may totally disagree with what he did with them, but alas, he still owns them.

SUMMARY: They meet. They fall in love...I’m really bad at summaries. Happy, light reading.

SPOILERS: None. No demons, no hellmouth.

FEEDBACK: Go for it.

ANGST: None.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I do plan on having their 'first time' up soon, but I thought I should give some sort of nakedness to tide the story over. I again apologise for the quality of smut. I also promise that when they do eventually consummate thier relationship, I'll keep the fun times going and write their sex life into the story as well just their relationship stuff. And, as always, thanks everyone for reading!

Part 14


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“Buffy!”


Willow leaped off of Tara, wrapping the blanket she’d slept in the night before around herself.


Tara, initially shocked that Willow had called out someone else’s name, sobered her lust-filled mind when the redhead jumped off and she registered the panic in her voice. Glancing backwards, she saw the other figure in the room and scrambled to pull the robe underneath her around her body.


“God, Will, I’m so sorry,” Buffy said, turning around to leave the living room.


“No, Buff, it’s okay,” Willow said, “We were just…”


“Yea, I saw. I’ll just leave and, erm, call you later.”


“No.”


Willow and Buffy looked at the now profusely blushing Tara.


“I’ll go.”


“Tara, no -”


“No really, I’ll just, um, grab my clothes upstairs,” Tara said, slipping past Buffy into the hallway and up the stairs. She appeared back downstairs a few moments later, where Willow and Buffy were both standing in silence.


“Tara, you don’t have to leave on my account,” Buffy said, giving her a genuine smile.


“You two should have some best friend time. Oh, and it was nice to meet you Buffy,” Tara replied and went up to Willow, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, and heading to the front door.


“I’ll see you later sweetheart,” she said, slipping through the door, “Love you.”


With that, she closed the door behind her, leaving Willow and Buffy in silence again. They looked at each other and both burst out laughing.


“Willow, I am so sorry. I called, but there was no answer so I figured you were being all with the lazy and lying-in,” Buffy said.


“You called? Really?”


Buffy nodded and Willow looked over her shoulder at the blinking red light indicating an awaiting message. She walked over and pressed the play button.


“Will…Willow, its Buffy…Come on, Will, you better not be screening! Okay, well, I’m in town visiting the Momster, so you up for mocha’s? I’m coming over to drag you out of bed. WAKE UP WILLOW!”


*beep*


“End of message.”


Willow turned and looked at Buffy sheepishly.


“I was, uh, kind of distracted. Didn’t hear the phone ring.”


“This so beats the time you walked in on me singing Kelly Clarkson into my hairbrush,” Buffy said smiling.


“You were off-key as well. Um, as happy as I am to see you, I’m just gonna put some clothes on, okay? You know where everything is if you want anything.”


“Yea. Oh and Will?”


“Yea?” Willow responded from the staircase.


“Nice lingerie,” Buffy said and winked.


Willow blushed and ran up the rest of the stairs.


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Tara shut the door behind her as she entered her apartment.


I cannot believe that just happened. So not the way I wanted to meet Willow’s best friend.


She felt her hangover start to set in again and decided to get out of last night’s clothes and have a shower.


She stripped off and put her clothes in her laundry hamper, before wrapping a towel around herself and going into the bathroom.


She stepped out of the towel and into the shower, turning on the water to a comfortable temperature. She ran the shampoo through her hair and rinsed it before putting in the conditioner.


Getting her shower gel and washcloth, she started washing her body. Her thoughts drifted back to the morning’s events, lingering over her pre-interrupted time with Willow. She smiled at the memory of the half-naked girl, feeling a stirring sensation in her groin.


I do have a few minutes before I can wash the conditioner out…


She trailed the washcloth lightly over her breasts, moving from one to the other, then downwards across her stomach. She imagined Willow’s hands taking the same path, and substituted the washcloth for her own hands, circling around the swell of her breasts, upwards and inwards until she was circling her already hard nipples.


She moaned softly and cupped both her breasts, running her thumb over the nipples. After a few moments, she trailed her left hand leisurely downwards, pausing for a second on her stomach, before moving to run her fingers through the soft brown hairs over her mound.


She slipped one finger inside her wetness and came into contact with her swollen clit immediately. She backed up against the wall as the shot of pleasure ran through her and she groaned.


Now pinching the nipple of her right breast repeatedly, she began circling her clit in a fast rhythm, her thoughts never leaving her girlfriend.


It’s Willow doing this…always Willow.


She felt her climax building steadily and knew it wouldn’t be long. She stopped circling her clit and brought two fingers to just outside her entrance. She thrust them in, gasping as she did so. Starting a hard and fast rhythm, she felt the palm of her hand hit against her clit, causing a delicious friction. Thrusting one last time she felt the orgasm break over her, causing her knees to buckle, so she was now kneeling under the stream of hot water.


“Willow!”


As the last waves of pleasure left her body, she regained control of her breathing and the use of her legs. She stood back up, under the flow of water.


Conditioner’s definitely ready to come out now.


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Willow put two mochas down on the small table and hopped on a stool.


“I still don’t know why you wanted to come to this place. It’s just filled with college kids and has sticky floors.”


“Willow, the floors are not sticky. And I like the coffee from here. You used to as well…remember late-night study aided by glorious caffeinated beverages?” Buffy said pointedly.


“That was before Emma’s opened up. They’re so nice and cosy in there. And their frothy goodness is so much better,” Willow responded.


“Every time I come home, we have this argument and every time you agree to come here.”


“Well now it’s tradition. Just like how every time you come to my house you have to exhaust my supply of chocolate ice-cream. I don’t know how you consume so much and still stay so tiny.”


Buffy shrugged.


“Fast metabolism I guess. Plus, the self defence classes.”


“How is the centre going?” Willow asked.


Buffy had set up a fitness centre within her hotel, attracting a whole new client base in the process, and taught self-defence classes, which were open to the public, every Tuesday and Thursday night.


“Chosen One Fitness; named number one fitness centre in LA by Los Angeles Sport and Fitness magazine.”


“Buffy that’s fantastic! Why didn’t you tell me?” Willow said, smiling.


“Magazine article only came out yesterday. I called mom to tell her and she insisted I come home for a celebratory dinner, so I decided to make a weekend of it. I got one of the gym instructors to cover me in the centre, and Angel looks after the hotel management for the most part anyway so it really worked out. Plus, it’s been 6 weeks since you were in LA last, so I needed some, uh, ‘best friend time’ as Tara called it,” Buffy said, sipping her mocha.


“Yea…” Willow trailed off dreamily for a second. Buffy noticed this and smiled, “I mean, best-friend time, totally. I really miss you Buff.”


“I miss you too,” Buffy said, reaching out and giving Willow’s hand a squeeze, “So tell me about Tara.”


Willow’s smiled from ear to ear.


“She’s incredible Buff. I mean she’s sweet and kind and caring, and you know she works at Evanston too?”


Buffy looked surprised at this.


“Really? You didn’t tell me that when you were gushing about her last weekend.”


“Oh. Sorry Buffy, I didn’t mean to take up all our talk time or any -” Willow was cut off by Buffy shaking her arms in front of her.


“Willow, no! I’m so happy that you’ve found someone. I mean, ecstatic. It’s about time. I want you to gush all you want. Remember when you introduced me to Angel? I bet you regretted it for a long while after, ‘cause I was all with the non-stop chatter about him.”


“I didn’t mind. I liked seeing you so happy,” Willow replied honestly.


“I feel the same. And it’s so overdue Will…and correct me if I’m wrong, but did I hear the L word mentioned this morning?” Buffy asked, nudging Willow playfully in the side.


“You did,” Willow said, beaming, “She said it this morning. Well, technically she said it last night, but she was really, really drunk and I didn’t know if she meant it. But she did, ‘cause she said it again, and then I said it back and I did it without babbling, well the first time, and then, well…you were there for what happened next.”


Willow started blushing again and Buffy laughed.


“So, about that…I mean, have you two…?” Buffy wondered. She knew how the redhead felt about waiting for the right person, and admired her for it.


“Um, no,” Willow said, her blush deepening, “But, she’s “the one”, you know? So we will, well I mean, if she feels the same we will. Oh god, Buffy, what if she doesn’t feel the same and she only went along with things this morning ‘cause I was pressuring her?”


Buffy was quick to reassure.


“From where I was standing, she was enjoying it immensely,” she said teasingly.


Willow looked at her, first in shock, then relief, and then a smile broke out on her face.


“Thanks Buff. So, to sum up, I love her, she loves me and we are soon-to-be lesbian, gay-type lovers.”


“Well I expect details when it happens! I mean, not explicit or anything.”


“I promise, you’ll be the first to know. After us of course,” Willow replied giggling.


“And, um, can I meet Tara properly? You know, clothes’n’all?”


“Of course. She said she wanted to meet you. I, uh, think she may have envisioned different circumstances though. Are you free for dinner tonight?”


“Free as a bird. You cooking?”


“I was thinking pizza. Really casual, sitting around, talking kind of thing?”


“I can be at your place at 7?”


“That’d be great Buff. I’ll invite Tara over beforehand and make sure she’s okay with this morning. I, um, promise we’ll keep all our clothes on.”


“Great. I better go spend some time with Mom. We had our special dinner thing last night, but had to go back to work for a special exhibit so I didn’t see much of her.”


“Okay. I’ll see you at 7. Oh and Buffy? It was really nice seeing you.”


“Oh, c’mere Willster.”


Both girls got up and hugged. They pulled away and Willow drained the last of her coffee before throwing both her and Buffy’s empty cups in the garbage can beside them.


They made their way over to the exit.


“See you later, Will!”


“Bye Buffy,” Willow said, waving as Buffy went in the opposite direction.


Then, more quietly so no one around her would here, she muttered,


“Stupid sticky floors.”

[WillowRulez]

Although my own door you can just open from the outside unless you lock it from the inside...

Yeah, when I lived in the US our house was the same.
Haha, Tara couldn't have gotten out of there any faster!
Buffy seemed kinda pushy about the coffee issue, why doesnt she wanna go and check the place out Willow loves? I know, because she is Buffy
Am looking forward to pizza night!

[Taralover]

Poor sexy embarassed Tara.

[taralicious]

Those stupid sticky floors are part of the ambience that seems so attractive at a younger age and then you mature, you grow, and find a refuge like Emma's where you can fixate on a certain blonde in a totally non-stalkery way, of course.
Buffy and Willow have that rarest of friendships; the kind where it doesn't matter how much time has elapsed since you physically saw the other, you can just slide back into the groove like you've never been separated.

[*WILLOW*]

yay for quality bonding time!

[Laragh]

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TITLE: Frothy Goodness

AUTHOR: Laragh

CHAPTER RATING: PG-13

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own any of the characters, Joss does. I may totally disagree with what he did with them, but alas, he still owns them.

SUMMARY: They meet. They fall in love...I’m really bad at summaries. Happy, light reading.

SPOILERS: None. No demons, no hellmouth.

FEEDBACK: Go for it.

ANGST: None.

Part 15

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Tara walked up the front porch of her girlfriend’s house and rang the doorbell. She heard a crash and some loudly shouted expletives before a dishevelled redhead answered the door.


“Um, Hi. Come in,” Willow greeted.


“Are you okay sweetie? I, uh, heard shouting,” Tara asked, concerned.


Willow looked down, then back up with a sheepish smile.


“I, um, tripped. Uh, over my feet. You know me, Clumsy McClumserson,” she said cagily as she led them into the kitchen.


Tara furrowed her brow in suspicion, then quirked an eyebrow.


“Wanna try that again?”


“Okay. I, eh, tripped over your birthday present from Anya. I kind of just dropped it last night and then forgot about it. And this whole, ‘reading me like a book’ thing? Not fair.”


“You’re just a really bad liar honey. It’s one of your best qualities. And Anya’s present? What did Anya get…Oh my god,” Tara visibly paled.


“Don’t worry. I hid it so Buffy won’t see it. I think she’s borne witness to quite enough of our relationship, thank you very much. Oh! Not that, um, oh boy, I didn’t mean to imply, not that I expect…or if you’d even ever want to use…I just...Tara?” Willow asked pleadingly.


Tara, who was now blushing furiously, shook her head and took a deep breath to calm down. She looked up at the terrified look on her girlfriend’s face and burst out laughing.


“Wha..? Tar? What’s so funny?” Willow asked, getting a little annoyed.


“I’m sorry; you should just see your face is all. You look petrified that you’ve said something wrong. And you haven’t. I totally get it. And I know you don’t expect anything. I don’t either. I think…I think we’ll both know when it’s right. I mean, I know that’s how I feel?”


“Me too. Totally me too,” Willow reassured her.


“Good…And as for, um, using, ah, Anya-type stuff? I think we can see how we go. But I get the feeling that we’ll we just perfect all by
ourselves,” Tara said shyly.


Willow smiled at the change in demeanour in the blonde. She loved that she could go from strong and confident one minute to shy and in need of assurance in a heartbeat.


“I think so too,” Willow said gently, reaching out to squeeze her hand, “Okay, Buffy’ll be here at 7…although knowing her that will probably be 7.15. Are you okay with pizza? I wanted tonight to be informal and relaxed so the two women in my life could get to know each other. Fully clothed.”


“That sounds great. And pizza’s perfect”


“Okay then. That means we have at least a half hour of smoochie time awaiting us. You want a beer?”


“Ugh, alcohol, no. It took me all day to sleep off my hangover.”


“Diet coke then?”


“You know me too well.”


“And I can’t wait to learn more.”


They smiled at each other and went in to the living room, drinks in hand. Upon sitting down, the magnetic force that always seemed to be present between the two girls pulled at them and their lips met in a zealous attack.


This is the position Buffy found them in 40 minutes later.


“Well at least you kept your clothes on this time.”


Their lips broke with an audible pop and they looked up at the smirking Buffy in the living room doorway.


“You know, Buffy, your key is really only for emergencies,” Willow said in not-entirely-mock-anger.


“No one answered when I knocked! Who knows what could have been wrong! So I put my slayer speed in action and came to check it out,” Buffy reasoned.


“Slayer, Buffy? You haven’t been called that since high school,” turning to Tara, she explained, “Buffy was a track star in high school, she got the nickname ‘Slayer’ ‘cause she was so fast, she slayed anyone else’s chance of winning.”


Willow turned back to Buffy.


“Okay. Tara, I want to officially meet my best friend Buffy. Buffy, meet Tara, the love of my life.”


Tara beamed at her description and held her hand out to Buffy’s to shake.


“It’s n-nice to meet you. Properly,” Tara said, cursing her stutter.


Willow noticed it and put her hand on the small of her back for comfort.


“You too, Tara. I really want to get to know the woman who’s making Will so happy. Oh, and I can tell you embarrassing stories.”


“There will no embarrassing story telling. Can I get you a beer Buffy?” Willow said, hoping to distract from the story-telling train of thought.


“Beer bad, Will, you know that,” turning to Tara, “Bad college experience.”


Tara nodded her head in understanding.


“I’m gonna join Tara tonight in the Diet Cokes. Early drive home tomorrow.”


“Cool. I’ll go grab you one and order the pizza. Buffy, no stories.”


With that she turned on her heels and entered the kitchen through the dining room, leaving Buffy and Tara alone.


Buffy sat down in the armchair in the corner and Tara sat back down on the couch she’d been on.


“So Willow tells me you work at Evanston too?” Buffy said, starting the conversation.


“Yea, I work up in Human Resources. But, um, don’t worry, I’m not one of those, uh, ‘stuffy management types’ as Willow calls them,” Tara responded, relaxing.


Buffy saw the smile on Tara’s face when she mentioned the redhead and smiled in response.


“She said that, huh? That’s so like Willow. Permanent foot-in-mouth,” Buffy laughed.


Tara laughed back.


“Yea. She said that, and then asked me what I did. When I told her I was a manager she nearly choked on her drink. Then she got all flustered and started babbling.”


“That’s her in a nutshell. It’s like this one time, we were freshman in college, and we had this crazy psych professor…”


Meanwhile, Willow had just ordered two pizzas and filled two glasses with ice for the cokes.


Putting a can on top of each, she went back into the dining room and looked through the open door to the living room. She smiled when she saw her girlfriend and best friend laughing at something and waltzed in, handing a glass to both girls.


“Thanks Will.”


“Thank you sweetie.”


“No problem. Never let it be said I don’t know how to take care of my women,” Willow said, somewhat smugly.


At the quizzical look from both Buffy and Tara, she quickly backtracked.


“Woman. One woman. You woman,” she said, looking pointedly at Tara, “Um, love you?


She nervously took a swig from her beer and looked downwards. She looked up again when she heard the other girls begin to giggle uncontrollably.


“Okay guys, what’s so funny?” Willow was pouting now.


“Sorry, Will, it’s just…” Buffy started


“She was, um, telling me about Professor Walsh,” Tara finished in a kind tone.


“Buffy! I specifically said no stories! And anyway, how was I to know she knew my mother?”


“I’ll never forget the look on your face when she arrived for dinner and you were in the middle of telling everyone what a psychotic psych professor you had.”


“It was the last one of my parents dinner parties I ever went to,” Willow, said, enjoying the easiness of the conversation.


All three girls giggled.


“So, Tara, where are you from?” Buffy asked.


Tara took a long sip from her drink and answered.


“I grew up in Seattle and, um, moved to LA when I was 16. Then up here after I graduated high school.”


She was thankful she got through it without stuttering, but knew if any more specific questions about her childhood were asked, it very likely would make an appearance again.


“You lived in LA? I lived there until freshman year of high school, then moved back two years ago with Angel. Oh, Angel’s my fiancé!” Buffy said excitedly.


“Yea, I’ve seen pictures. You two are a very cute couple,” Tara replied.


“Thanks. Same goes to you two. Oh and you’re totally invited to the wedding. Whenever it is.”


“Thank you,” Tara said sincerely, “That’s really nice.”


The loud doorbell interrupted them and Willow jumped up to get it. She came back a few moments later carrying two pizza boxes.


“I come bearing doughy goodness. Buffy, pepperoni and peppers with extra cheese. And cheese-filled crusts,” she turned to Tara, “Buffy eats like a pig.”


“I resent that. I just appreciate food.”


“Anyway,” Willow said, rolling her eyes and looking at Tara, “I got us Vegetarian Delight.”


The girls ate their pizza and talked animatedly throughout the evening.


Willow was delighted that Tara and Buffy got on together so well.


Tara loved that Willow had such a loving and nice friend, and Buffy was ecstatic at how happy Tara clearly made Willow.


“Well, I better head out,” Buffy said close to midnight, “You know I need at least 7 hours or I turn into moaning-Buffy.”


“Which differs from regular Buffy, how?" Willow asked teasingly, "Call me and let me know you got home safe, yea?”


“Of course. And come down to LA soon. Both of you.”


Willow looked at Tara expectantly.


“We will,” Tara replied, smiling at both of them.


Buffy walked over and hugged Willow, then moved to Tara and embraced her as well.


Willow and Tara walked Buffy to the front door and waved until her car had rounded the corner. Going back into the living room, Tara picked up the empty pizza boxes and Willow gathered the empty cans and bottles and they both headed into the kitchen. Willow smiled at the simple domesticity of it all.


Tara crushed the boxes and put them in the garbage while Willow placed the cans and bottles in the recycling.


“You want some cocoa, Tare-bear?” Willow asked.


“Tare-bear?”


“Just trying it out. If you don’t like it -”


She was cut off by a gentle kiss.


“I love it. And cocoa would be great,” Tara said, pulling back.


Willow made two mugs of cocoa and handed one to Tara. They both went back into the living room and Willow put some soft music on before sitting down next to Tara on the couch.


“This is really nice,” Willow said contentedly.


“We need to talk.”

[ceridwen]

Cliffhanger!! Noooooo!!!!!!!!!!

And I have to wait a whole day to know what happens!

This was great. Can't wait to read more

[WillowRulez]

Oh my God, how can you do this to us?! Evil!
Anyway, moving on...lol, slayer as a nickname, priceless!

“I resent that. I just appreciate food.”

Hilarious. You've got Buffy down pat (the others as well of course).

[DaddyCatALSO]

This chapter got me thinking; too bad that, as far as we saw on the show, Anya and Tara never bonded they way they are in so many fics, ie. almost like Willow and Buffy.

[Taralover]

Nice.

[arsyadriani]

pleaseee..pleasaee
don't leave us hanging here
so..more more
RC

[Nue]

uhn.. you got me all curious now.. more please?

[Laragh]

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TITLE: Frothy Goodness

AUTHOR: Laragh

CHAPTER RATING: PG-13

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own any of the characters, Joss does. I may totally disagree with what he did with them, but alas, he still owns them.

SUMMARY: They meet. They fall in love...I’m really bad at summaries. Happy, light reading.

SPOILERS: None. No demons, no hellmouth.

FEEDBACK: Go for it.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, this could maybe, possibly be considered angst, but really its more just a little sadness that is resolved with happiness. And it is definitely not any of the relationship-type stuff, I can assure you there will be no relationship drama in this fic, I can't handle even the idea of our girls not being together (damn season six). But I kind of felt I needed to write this, to explain a bit about Tara and stuff. So please don't hate me. And thanks for reading.

Part 16


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“Um, okay. We could talk about koala bears! Or the political administration. Ohh! What about -” Willow was silenced by a finger on her lips.


“I kind of had a topic in mind,” Tara said seriously.


“What’s wrong, baby?” Willow asked, concerned.


“Nothing sweetheart,” the blonde hastened to reassure her girlfriend, “I just want…no, I need to tell you some stuff about my past. I want to be completely honest with you.”


“Of course. I want that too.”


“Okay. C’mere,” Tara said, indicating for Willow to cuddle up next to her on the couch. Willow embraced her from the side, resting her head comfortably on Tara’s chest and curled up her legs beside her. Tara began absent-mindedly stroking her hair.


“So you know my mom died when I was 15, right?” At the redhead’s nod, she continued, “Well, she died of cancer. Pancreatic. She only survived for 6 weeks after her diagnosis, so it was quick.”


Tara got choked up at this and Willow reached for her hand, rubbing her thumb over her knuckles in comfort.


“When she was alive, she was my best friend. She taught me about nature and the stars – she’s the one who came up with Moose Getting A Spongbath.”


“Your favourite constellation,” Willow said, looking up at her.


Tara smiled back down.


“That’s the one. We did everything together. But my father…he, um, he was, kind of…set in his ways. He, used to, h-h-hit my mom,” she heard the gasp from the redhead, but kept going, “it started when I was young…my, um, earliest memory is seeing him yelling and going to hit her when he thought everyone else was asleep. I was going downstairs for some water and I saw it through the stairs. The next morning mom came up to wake me and her cheek was still all swollen and kind of purple. She told me she slipped on some water in the kitchen. She was always protecting me. From then it got more and more frequent, he’d snap at the smallest things. He never wanted a second child, never wanted a girl. He was happy with just my brother, Donny. He saw women as second-rate people and hated the thought of having to raise a daughter.”


Willow was surprised at the mention of a brother, but knew Tara needed to say this and didn’t want to interrupt her. She squeezed her hand firmly when she felt, from her head’s position on Tara’s chest, her girlfriend take a deep breath.


“After she d-d-died, he, um, transferred his…anger I guess, at women or the world or just my mom’s death, I really don’t know. He put me in my mother’s position, taking over all the household chores, cooking and cleaning and stuff. School finished at 4 o'clock and he was home at 5, and if I didn’t have dinner ready then I was in serious trouble, so I had to hurry. Eventually I had to, uh, stop going to school. The teachers were getting suspicious of the b-b-bruises.”


Tara felt Willow stiffen against her at the mention of bruises, but was determined to get through this without crying, even if she couldn’t without stuttering.


“About 8 months after my mom had died, I was having a really bad day. The school had sent a counsellor around to check out why my attendance was so poor, the washing machine had broken down so I didn’t have any of the laundry done and I’d accidentally burnt the dinner. My father came home and saw the dirty clothes and the burnt food and just freaked out. He started hitting me and kicking me and throwing me around the room. My brother came home and my dad yelled for him to hold me down.”


Willow had tears streaming down her eyes at this stage and tightened her hold on her girlfriend.


“He came over and looked at me with such disgust, like he hated me. Which, I guess he did. He held me down by my shoulders. I heard my father tell me I was a pathetic excuse for a daughter and how I would never amount to anything and I’d be better off dead, like m-m-mom. I, um, figured that was it, you know? That he’d kill me. And, if I’m honest, right then and there, I didn’t care. If it meant being away from him and with my mom again, then I really didn’t care what happened to me…What happened next is all kind of a blur. I know I felt myself being cut on my chest…I found out later my dad had gotten a knife while Donny was holding me down. I started struggling, kind of instinctively, I guess and then everything goes black. Donny had punched me out cold to stop me from kicking.”


Willow held on even tighter as she heard all this and Tara looked down at the now fully crying redhead.


“Um, Will, honey? Breathing becoming issue,” Tara said as she twirled a single lock of red hair.


“Sorry,” Willow said, loosening her grip slightly, but not letting go.


Tara dropped a kiss on top of Willow’s head.


“Don’t be…Apparently the neighbours had heard all the shouting and yelling and, as luck would have it, one of them was an off-duty cop. He came to check it out and got them off of me. I guess there was a struggle or something, it was all recounted at the trial, but I’ve kind of…blocked it out I guess. Next thing I remember is waking up in a hospital bed with my aunt, my mom’s sister, sitting beside me. I got discharged a few days later and went to live with her, in LA. It was hard at first, 'cause it was really the first time I’d gotten a chance to grieve for my mother. But my aunt was great, really patient with me and talked to me about her…about what she was like as a child. And I really got a connection to her, and my family, the ones that didn’t think I was evil because I was a girl. And she was so proud of me when I got the scholarship and everything. It was the first time I felt loved since mom.”


“I love you,” Willow blurted out suddenly, rearranging herself so she was kneeling beside Tara and looking her straight in the eye, “I love you so much. Thank you. For telling me. I know it can’t have been easy.”


She traced the outline of Tara’s left cheek with her finger.


“You are so strong,” she continued.


“That’s the first time I’ve ever told it without being a crying mess by the end.”


“Like me?” Willow asked with a half-smile.


“I hate to see you so upset about anything.”


“I was just so…angry that someone couldn’t see how much of a beautiful, special person you are…and to actually hurt you…”


“Was?” Tara asked gently.


“I hate…HATE that you had to go through all of that. But I don’t have room for anger…I’m too filled with love for you.”


Tara smiled and leaned forward to meet Willow’s lips. They kissed gently, neither deepening it, just enjoying the comfort and contact of moving lips against lips for a few long moments. They pulled away at the same time and Willow settled back into her earlier position, head resting on Tara’s chest.


“Your aunt,” Willow started carefully, “Is she still…?”


“Oh yea,” Tara nodded, “I was talking to her just the other day…I figured it was about time I came out to her. You know, now I have a reason to…”


“How’d she react?”


“Much like my mother. She already knew.”


“Really?” Willow giggled.


“Yep. I must have a flashing neon sign that says ‘gay’ hanging above me or something. Plus, she’s very eager to meet you.”


“Maybe when we go up to visit Buffy, like we said, we could see her?” Willow asked eagerly, wanting to meet the woman whom Tara clearly loved like a second mother.


“I’d like that.”


“What happened to your…?” Willow asked, again trailing off.


“They’re both in prison in Washington. Dad was sentenced on all sorts of charges, he got 30 years. Donny, he was tried as an adult, got 15 years. I haven’t had any contact with them since. Thank you,” Tara added.


“Thank me? For what?” Willow asked perplexed


“Listening. Not trying to make it all better. Holding me. Loving me. Just being you.”


“I – I don’t -”


“You don’t have to say anything.”


Willow nuzzled closer and Tara wrapped her hands around her. They sat in silence for a few moments until Tara heard her name being called quietly.


“Tara?” Willow asked, almost timidly.


“Yes, my love?” Tara responded.


“Do you wanna stay here tonight? I mean, not to do anything, it’s just…I wanna hold you when you sleep. And wake up next to you. It’s totally cool if you don’t or whatever,” Willow got out all in one breath.


Tara leaned down so her mouth was just behind Willow’s ear.


“I would love nothing better than to fall asleep in your arms,” she whispered quietly.


Willow shivered at the hot breath in her ear, then turned her head for a quick kiss and pulled back.


“Bed?” she asked.


“Bed,” Tara confirmed.


Willow went over to the stereo and turned it off, before walking back to the couch and helping Tara up. Hand-in-hand they walked up the stairs and into Willow’s bedroom. By mutual, unspoken agreement they both slept in just their bra & panties, relishing in the close contact and intimacy of one another.


Pulling back the covers, Willow lay down on her side and Tara did the same, facing her. The redhead covered them, then stretched her arm across Tara’s waist. She scooted down so her head was nestled between Tara’s breasts.


“I like these pillows,” Willow said, eliciting a giggle from the blonde.


“They like you. Goodnight darling.”


“‘Night beautiful.”

[Taralover]

Poor Tara, having to go through all of that.

[WillowRulez]

Ahhh, good! Tara told Willow. Must have been hard but it's good that she did.

“Yep. I must have a flashing neon sign that says ‘gay’ hanging above me or something."

That must make it easier! Wish it would have been like that for me
I love love love the daily updates btw. It's kinda becoming my goodnight story!

[Nue]

ahn, the Maclays... they can´t just be a Tara-lover like us?

“I hate…HATE that you had to go through all of that. But I don’t have room for anger…I’m too filled with love for you.”

this was amazing...

thanks ^^

[taralicious]

Double the feedback this time as I've been busy working on my own novel and just am catching up on your story right now.
Part 15- Willow and Tara most assuredly and definitively do not need any artificial or mechanical enhancement of the physical expression of their love for each other. When the time is right, their love will burn as bright as the constellations in the heavens. OOOO, Heaven is a place on Earth, to borrow a line from some pop music tune.
Part 16- this was absolutely beautiful and heart-wrenching as I got a knot in my stomach and wanted to seek vengeance from Tara's dad and brother for the reprehensible and amoral abuse of her on so many levels.
Willow and Tara are the paradigm of what unconditional love should be.

[Laragh]

*******


TITLE: Frothy Goodness

AUTHOR: Laragh

CHAPTER RATING: PG-13

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own any of the characters, Joss does. I may totally disagree with what he did with them, but alas, he still owns them.

SUMMARY: They meet. They fall in love...I’m really bad at summaries. Happy, light reading.

SPOILERS: None. No demons, no hellmouth.

FEEDBACK: Go for it.

Part 17


*******


Willow was panicking. Her plans had been thrown into disarray and that was not something she responded well to.


“Sweetie, breathe,” Tara said, sitting on her girlfriend’s bed, watching her pace around the room.


“Breathe, Tara? You want me to breathe? How can I possibly breathe?!” Willow asked, shooting her an exasperated look.


“I d-don’t have to come,” Tara said in a small voice.


Willow was shaken out of her pacing frenzy at hearing the blonde stutter. She hadn’t heard it since Tara had told her about her brother and father, over a month ago, and hated being the cause of its return. She rushed over and sat next to her on the bed, grabbing both of her hands.


“I’m sorry,” she started, holding up each palm individually and kissing them, “there’s nowhere in the world I wouldn’t want you beside me. I’m just used to having every little detail planned out. Which I did! And now…well, it’s just like my mother to ruin them.”


“So we make new plans,” Tara tried to reason, “Buffy knows your parents, so she’ll understand that we can’t make it up. And we haven’t told my aunt yet, so she’ll never know the difference.”


“But…stop making sense! You’re appealing to logical side of me,” Willow whined.


“You mean all of you?” Tara quipped, “Thanksgiving with your parents is not the end of the world.”


“It would be if you were talking to Buffy. She’s all ‘the world is ending’ this and ‘apocalypse’ that. And she always seems to have some major crisis in May. Like, magic or something.”


“You know,” Tara began sensually. She had become accustomed to Willow’s random off-topic tangents and learned that they mostly didn’t require response, “Staying here for the holiday weekend has its advantages. Work’s been pretty hectic lately; we barely get to see each during the week. We’d have 4 days…all to ourselves.”


Willow’s eyes glazed over at the idea. They’d been taking the physical side of their relationship slowly, both content at exploring each other and discovering their bodies, but never past the removal of the outer layers.


Willow loved every moment of their contact, loved knowing that Tara had a small spot just below her ear that when she licked or kissed, drove her wild. She equally loved knowing that Tara knew about how much she enjoyed her pulse point being sucked or her neck being licked. She also knew, though, that she was ready to take things to the next level. She was ready to make love to Tara, with Tara. And she sensed the blonde felt the same way. But both girls wanted it to be able to cherish their first time, and not have work or family responsibilities hanging over them. So a 4-day weekend provided the perfect opportunity, especially if only one afternoon of it was going to be taken up.


“Thanksgiving dinner with the ‘rents it is!”


*******


Willow pulled up outside her childhood home and turned off the engine. She idly stroked the steering wheel and made no move to get out of the car.


“I want to apologise in advance, again, for anything they might do or say,” she said for the nth time that day.


“Honey, it’s just one dinner. And from what you’ve told me, your parents haven’t made a huge effort to learn about your life. So the fact that they’ve invited both of us to dinner really says something.”


“You’re being logical again. We discussed this.”


“It’s why you love me.”


Willow turned to her.


“It is,” she said whole-heartedly.


They leaned in for a brief kiss.


“Ready?” Tara asked.


“As I’ll ever be.”


They both got out of the car and Tara walked around to meet Willow, who locked the Mercedes and took her girlfriend’s hand. The walked up to the front door and the redhead rang the doorbell.


Tara leaned down to Willow’s ear.


“It’ll all be okay,” she whispered.


Willow turned and gave a not-so-confident smile.


At that moment the door flew open to a reveal a plumpish woman in her early fifties, with red hair lighter than Willow’s. She looked at Willow, then Tara and stood back to let them in.


“Welcome. Happy Thanksgiving,” she said cordially.


“Hi mom. Thanks. This is my girlfriend, Tara Maclay,” Willow said, pointing to the blonde,


“Tara, my mom, Sheila Rosenberg.”


“It’s nice to meet you Mrs. Rosenberg,” Tara said, extending her hand.
Sheila took it and shook her hand firmly.


“You too, dear. It’s nice to meet a friend of Willow’s. The only one we ever met was that Bunny girl.”


“Buffy, mom. Her name is Buffy. And Tara is more than just a friend,” Willow said, sighing.


“Of course. Well, come on through. Your father’s in the living room. Dinner should be ready in 20 minutes or so. Oh! I forgot to tell you, your father and I have been offered a speaking place at the Teaching of Psychology conference in Vancouver tomorrow evening. Our flight leaves at 8 tonight, so we’ll have to leave here by 6pm. Of course, you’re welcome to stay for as long as you want,” Sheila said with a somewhat-forced smile.


Willow looked deflated, but strained a smile anyway.


“Let’s go see Dad then.”


The three women walked into the living room to see Ira Rosenberg sitting in an armchair in the corner, reading a newspaper. At hearing the footsteps coming in, he glanced past it, then placed it down completely before standing and walking over to Willow, embracing her somewhat awkwardly.


“Hi Dad. Happy Thanksgiving,” Willow said nicely.


“And to you. So, this is the girl, eh?” he said, looking at Tara.


“Yes, dear,” Sheila interrupted, “This is Tyra.”


“Tara! Her name is Tara!”


“No need to yell, Willow, I know the poor girls name.”


“It’s nice to meet you, sir,” Tara said, putting her hand out again to try and diffuse the tension.


Ira took her hand warmly and shook it with a smile before sitting back down in his armchair and indicating to for the girls to sit on the sofa next to him. Willow and Tara sat down next to each other and Sheila departed to the kitchen to check on the food.


There was an awkward silence for a few moments before Ira spoke.


“So, Tara…Are you Jewish?”


******


They got through dinner without much event, Willow’s parents asking most of the questions. Tara noticed Sheila making the odd snide remarks aimed at Willow, mostly about her choice of career and more than one ‘joke’ about settling down with a nice Jewish boy. Tara was saddened that her girlfriend clearly didn’t have the same loving relationship she had had with her mother. They seemed to have a form of mutual acceptance of each other, simply content to co-exist rather than have any real relationship. Her relationship with her father seemed more loving in its nature. Tara could see the regret the older man had at not really knowing his only child.


After dinner, the elder Rosenberg’s went up to gather their suitcases for the trip, before coming back downstairs.


“It was nice to see you again, Willow,” Ira said with genuine affection, “Don’t be a stranger. You too, Tara.”


Willow smiled and leaned in for a quick hug. Tara smiled at the interaction.


“Thanks, dad. And, erm, nice to see you mom.”


“Of course, dear,” Sheila said, looking through her itinerary.


Willow sighed and turned to Tara.


“You ready to go, baby?”


“Sure. It was nice to meet you Mr. Rosenberg,” Tara said, giving the man a smile, and turning to Sheila, “and Mrs. Rosenberg.”


“Ira, we really must leave.”


“Of course, dear,” Ira replied, somewhat sarcastically, although it was lost on Sheila.


He picked up their bags and headed out the front door, followed by Willow and Tara, holding hands, and Sheila, still studying her itinerary.


“Bye girls,” Ira said, before popping the trunk of his new Jaguar and putting the luggage in.


“Bye dad, mom,” Willow said, waving.


Sheila absent-mindedly waved and got into the passenger seat of their car. Willow unlocked her Mercedes, hopped in the driver sear and waited for Tara to get in. She did and they watched Willow’s parent’s car reverse out of the driveway and down the road.


“So those were my parents,” Willow said, looking down.


“Hey,” Tara said, lifting the redhead’s chin, “a very smart, very pretty lady once told me to never hide a beautiful face. So don’t.”


“You have pretty girls talking to you? Should I be worried?” Willow asked jokingly.


Tara laughed.


“I’m sorry about mom being so rude. It’s not personal, she’s just like that.”


“You don’t have to make excuses. I know what it’s like to have a difficult parent,” Tara sympathised.


“Oh god, Tare, here I am bitching about my mom when -”


“Sshh. Not what I meant, Will. I mean you are such a strong confident person, and if you need to vent I’ll always listen. But don’t feel you have to explain anything to me, okay?”


“Okay. Wanna just go home? I mean to my place.”


“Sounds perfect,” Tara said, smiling a secretive smile.


They drove with just the radio for background until they pulled into Willow’s driveway. They walked through the front door and Willow locked it behind her.


“So, what do you want -”


“Come with me,” Tara said simply, reaching out her hand.


Willow put her hand in Tara’s without question.


“Where are we going?” she asked, curious.


Tara stayed silent and began walking up the stairs, still holding the redheads hand.


Willow followed until they stopped outside her closed bedroom door. She looked at Tara, then back at the door and opened it. Stepping inside, she gasped when she saw the room filled with unlit candles and the bed made up with vibrant red sheets and pillowcases. A light blue blanket was lying across the end of the bed. Each bedside table had a small vase with a single red rose in each.


“Tara…this is beautiful.”

[Taralover]

Those two are allways so sweet.

[Nue]

dinner with the Rosenbergs,they totally know how to have some fun! XDDD And I bet Ira won´t mind about Tara not being Jewish ^^

Btw, can´t wait for the next update... what Tara did was beautiful ^^

[WillowRulez]

I like the time jump, good idea! Buffy always having a major crisis in May *snicker*
So Tara went and did something romantic hm? How sweet!

[taralicious]

Oh it's all very "Cat's Cradle" with Willow's parents as they'll be sorry when they discover that all the academic glory and lecture tours won't provide for them in their declining years and they are bludgeoned with the cold reality that they missed out on all of the joy that their wonderful daughter and her loving wife could have brought them.
Tara has lovingly countered the apathy of Willow's parents with such a warm and comforing gesture in the bedroom.

[arsyadriani]

I go Online..you go update
oohh..meet the parents already

“So, Tara…Are you Jewish?”

is there manual handbook to date a Jewish daughters and start conversation with their parents?..no offence
were they going to do what I thought they're going to do?
soo..more pleasee
RC

[Laragh]

*******


TITLE: Frothy Goodness

AUTHOR: Laragh

CHAPTER RATING: NC-17

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own any of the characters, Joss does. I may totally disagree with what he did with them, but alas, he still owns them.

SUMMARY: They meet. They fall in love...I’m really bad at summaries. Happy, light reading.

SPOILERS: None. No demons, no hellmouth.

FEEDBACK: Go for it.

Part 18


*******


Willow turned to her girlfriend, who looked both hopeful and scared at the same time.


“When did you...? How did you you…?” she asked in awe.


“When you were, um, inhaling cup after cup of coffee this morning? You know, to try and calm down before we left. I didn’t want to assume anything, or too much, but I felt like -”


“I feel the same.”


They smiled at each other and their lips met in a gentle, loving kiss.


“Why don’t you light the candles? I’ll be back in one minute,” Willow said as she went over to her dresser and pulled something out before leaving the room.


Tara went over to the bedside locker where she’d left a box of matches earlier. She went around the room lighting the eight vanilla and jasmine scented candles. Going over to the corner of the room, she took off her shoes, placing them on the floor and moving them around nervously, until she heard a small cough from behind her.


She spun around and gasped when she saw Willow standing there, wringing her hands anxiously, in an emerald green nightdress that stopped mid-thigh. She walked over and took the redheads hands in hers.


“I love you.”


“I love you too.”


Tara leaned down and kissed Willow with passion, running her tongue over the other girls bottom lip, asking for entrance. The redhead allowed her unrestricted access, opening her mouth and accepting Tara’s tongue.


The blonde cupped her hands around Willow’s neck and the smaller girl ran her hands around her girlfriend’s waist. After a few minutes of just kissing and enjoying the comfort of one another, Willow started tugging on the end of Tara’s shirt.


Tara, never stopping the kiss, just lifted her arms above her head. Willow tugged the shirt off, breaking away for only a second before resuming the kiss, which was getting more and more heated as tongues continued to duel.


Willow took the opportunity to run her hands up and down the blonde’s back and give her sides a playful squeeze. She brought her hands to the button of the taller girl’s jeans. She pulled back from the kiss and looked into azure blue eyes.


“Is it okay?” she started, “I mean, can I…?”


She trailed off. She’d taken Tara’s pants off before. But this time was different. This time they weren’t going to have to stop hands from wandering too far. To pull away before things got too heated. They were going to make love. And to Willow’s surprise, she wasn’t nervous, not now that they’d gotten started. But she wanted to make sure Tara was still okay with everything. One word answered that for her.


“Anything.”


Willow smiled, undid the button and pulled down the zipper. She dropped to her knees and tugged the pants down, trailing her hands over the black lace fabric covering the ass of her girlfriend’s panties. Tara stepped out of the jeans and Willow stayed in her kneeling position placing feather-light kisses all over her stomach. She felt a slight tugging on her shoulders and stood up to see Tara’s eyes had darkened considerably.


Their mouths crushed together again, tongues clashing. Willow started walking backwards towards the bed, taking Tara with her. The back of her knees hit the mattress and she lay down, pulling her girlfriend on top of her.


Tara looked into Willow’s eyes and saw them a darker green than she’d ever seen before. The sheer look of arousal on her face made the blonde feel the wetness between her legs increase even more and she knew her panties must be soaked.


Willow brought her hand to the clasp on Tara’s bra and just stayed there for a second, savouring the moment. When the blonde just smiled down lovingly at her, she unhooked it. Holding the fabric to her girlfriend’s chest, she turned them over so that Willow was now on top and straddling the taller girl.


Tara was breathing heavily and the redhead watched the rise and fall of her chest as she slowly pulled the loosened straps down her shoulders. Taking a deep breath, she removed the bra fully and sat transfixed at the sight of the breasts she had fantasised about for months now. She suddenly snapped out of her daze and cupped both mounds of flesh firmly, pinching the nipple of each between her index and middle finger.


“You are absolutely gorgeous.”


“Mmmhhh…that feels good, Willow,” Tara moaned.


The taller girl brought her hands to the back of the redhead’s thighs, as Willow continued her ministrations on her breasts, and ran them up and down until she came in contact with the bare flesh of her ass and gripped her cheeks tightly.


“Oh god, Tara.”


“Off, Will. Now,” Tara demanded, pulling at the end of the nightdress.
Willow got a flash of the dream she’d had about Take-Charge Tara all those weeks ago and shivered at both the memory and current tone in her girlfriend’s voice.


She brought her hands to the end of her nightdress, pulling it swiftly off so that she was now straddling the blonde completely naked.


Tara roamed her eyes over the other girl’s small chest and down her flat stomach. She saw the small tuft of red hair just below her stomach and her mouth went dry. She trailed a single finger from her collarbone to the edge of her hip.


“You are so beautiful,” she said in awe.


“So are you,” Willow responded.


Tara looked at her and smiled a variation of her half-smile that Willow hadn’t seen before, full of unrestrained lust and desire.


“I, ah, believe we have one of those clothing imbalances again,” she said, glancing downwards.


Willow followed her eye-line and her own eyes widened. She hurriedly kneeled beside her and leaned over, hooking a thumb either side of the panties. She took a deep breath and slowly pulled them down over Tara’s hips, her thighs and past her knees where they were kicked off.


She kneeled between the legs of the now-naked blonde and looked down. The sight of her girlfriend’s centre spellbound her, the soft brown hairs already glistening with moisture. She stared for a moment before lying down fully on top of Tara, both of them groaning at the full-body contact.


Willow looked straight into Tara’s eyes and saw nothing but love and desire reflected back. She smiled wickedly for a moment.


“You dye your hair.”


Tara took a moment to register what Willow meant and then giggled.


“Is that really what you’re thinking about?”


“No…” Willow replied, landing a playful kiss on the blonde’s nose, “I’m thinking about how I have the most beautiful woman in the world lying beneath me and how much I want to ravish her.”


Tara’s breath caught at the words.


“Then what are you waiting for?”


Willow brought her mouth to the taller girl’s hungrily, deepening the kiss immediately. The blonde brought her hands to the back of Willow’s head, stroking her hair.


After a few minutes, Willow began trailing kisses down the blonde’s face and down her neck to that spot just below her ear and began to kiss and nibble at it with gusto. Tara responded by moaning loudly and moving her hands to re-cup the redhead’s firm buttocks. Willow sucked the earlobe into her mouth and bit slightly before moving downwards, over Tara’s collarbone and down between her breasts. She nuzzled there, kissing the swell of the firm mounds.


She noticed a lone drop of sweat begin its descent downward through the valley of her girlfriend’s breasts and licked it, slowly. Bringing her mouth onto Tara’s right breast, she kissed and licked the flesh before wrapping her lips around the taut nipple and sucking.


“Oh my god, Willow, oh…”


Willow brought her hand to Tara’s other breast, massaging it. She brought her thumb and forefinger to the nipple and pinched it in synch as she bit down gently on the other one. She continued these motions, with Tara moaning louder and louder, until she suddenly found herself on her back, gasping at the sudden sensation of a hot wet mouth on her breast, engulfing it completely. Tara had switched them so quickly; it took her a moment to register exactly what was happening.


“Oh, wow, Tara, that’s good.”


Tara was switching between each breast, sucking and biting the rosy nipples. Willow was writhing beneath her and the blonde started to bring one hand between their bodies, never stopping the attention she was lavishing on the smaller girls breasts. She had just come in contact with wiry red hairs when she heard it.


“Stop.”


Tara instantly pulled her hand back and was about to get off from on top of her girlfriend when she felt Willow holding her in place.


The redhead looked down and smiled.


“You did nothing wrong. It was all very, very right. But I want our first time…together, y'know?” she trailed off shyly.


Tara beamed at her.


“Together.”


She moved up slightly so their noses were touching and took one of Willows hands, intertwining their fingers. Slowly, she brought their conjoined hands between their bodies and placed Willow’s hand on her centre, before gently cupping the redhead’s mound with her own digits.
Willow gasped at the simultaneous contact. She slid a finger into Tara’s wetness and felt Tara do the same.


“Oh my god, baby, you feel so good,” Willow gushed then let out a long moan as she felt Tara’s finger come into contact with her clit.
Willow slipped another finger in and searched around until she felt the blonde’s enlarged clit a moment later. She experimented with some light pressure, circling gently.


“Harder,” Tara panted.


Willow applied a harder pressure, then began tenderly yet firmly pinching the hard nub. She felt both herself and her girlfriend getting more and more wet and knew she needed more.


She looked at Tara, who was moving rhythmically above, her head thrown back in pleasure, eyes tightly shut.


“Tara,” Willow croaked out, prompting the other girl to open her eyes and look down without stopping the constant pressure she was providing on the redhead’s clit, “Inside.”


Tara nodded and both girls moved their fingers down lower. Tara circled the her girlfriend’s entrance, feeling the wetness coming from there and revelling in it. Willow copied her motions.


The girls locked eyes.


“Ready?” Willow asked gently.


“Always for you,” Tara responded without hesitation.


As if of one mind, both girls entered their girlfriend at the same time with one finger.


Willow, expecting some pain, was surprised when she adjusted to the new sensation with ease. She began moving her hips and felt Tara do the same.


“Oh baby. Oh love, you’re inside me,” the redhead gushed, overcome with emotion.


“I feel you. I feel you,” the blonde answered.


They moved in and out in of each other in a constant rhythm.


“More,” Tara asked after a few moments, and Willow eagerly complied, bringing her index finger to meet her middle one and thrusting them both inside.


“Oh god, yes, ugh, don’t stop.”


Willow, having no intention of stopping, started moving her hips faster and Tara took the hint to add a second finger as well.


The smaller girl was amazed at the feeling of utter completion she felt, being inside Tara and Tara being inside her. She felt the blonde going deeper and deeper with each thrust until she cried out when she hit her sweet spot.


“Yes!”


Willow started thrusting faster, determined to cause the same sensations in her girl. She could feel Tara’s juices running down her hand and knew achieved her goal moments later when the blonde began bucking her hips and moaning loudly.


“Oh yes. Oh Willow.”


“I’m so close baby. Tara, look at me, please, I need you to see you.”


Tara opened her eyes and looked at her girlfriend, sweating from their exertion and staring her right the eyes. She continued her motions inside, and brought her thumb back up to the smaller girl’s clit, flicking it. That was all that was needed.


“Oh god, Tara. Tarraaaaaaaa!”


Willow arched her back as she came and the look of pure ecstasy on her face set off Tara’s own orgasm as she felt her inner walls begin to clench around her girlfriend’s fingers.


“I love you. I love you. I - Willooooow!”


Tara collapsed on top of Willow, both their fingers still buried inside of each other.


After a few minutes, when the aftershocks had calmed down, Willow was the first to speak.


“That. Was. Incredible.”


Tara looked up through glistening eyes.


“I never…I mean…” she started.


“Hey, are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Willow asked, concerned when she saw a few tears fall.


“I’m so much better than okay. Happy tears. No hurt. I love you,” Tara replied earnestly.


Willow wiped away the tears with her thumb.


“I love you more than I can even say.”


“Are you sure you’ve never done that before?” the blonde asked, smiling.


“Right back at ya. C’mere," Willow chuckled.


Tara moved off to the side, inadvertently removing her fingers from inside Willow and forcing Willow’s fingers out of her.


She leaned in and kissed the redhead tenderly and slowly with all of the love she had before pulling away.


“Let’s get some sleep,” Willow said quietly, pulling the blue blanket over the two of them.


Willow regained her favourite sleeping position, head between Tara’s breasts and fell into a deep sleep with the blonde calmly caressing her hair, both thinking the same thought.


That was perfect.

[WillowRulez]

Well, romanticism is a word
Perfect indeed Very well written!

[Nue]

oh, so cute... our girls became women ^^

and:

“You dye your hair.”

Will´s so funny when she´s nervous ^^

[DaddyCatALSO]

Well, really that's not an accurate test of whether soemone is a naturaL blonde because it's always darker down...ah, heck, that was terrific :-)

Clothing imbalances have many uses, bot in the real world and in fiction.....

[Taralover]

Soooooo sexy.