PART 21 The Honeymoon (just trying to establish my smutten street-cred.)
WARNING: there Is usage of toys in this scene >ah, well one toy anyway<. If you find that offensive or it’s not your thing, you might want to skip to part 22.
Willow lay on the double bed amongst red silken sheets, waiting for her ‘wife’ to emerge from the bathroom. The redhead was wearing one her wedding presents from Buffy. It was a hot-pink, low cut satin nightgown that barely made it down to mid-thigh. Willow was feeling really nervous, although for the life of her she couldn’t figure out why. It wasn’t like it was their first time; maybe it was because it was their first time as a married couple, Willow mused. She rehearsed several sexy, yet casual and totally ‘unprepared’ poses for her wife to find her in. She propped her self up on one elbow, exposing more skin from her legs by tugging up the night slip a few inches.
Tara came out from the bathroom looking absolutely stunning. She was also wearing a wedding present from one of their friends. It was a black baby doll, lacy number that was practically see-through. The sight made Willow’s heart rise to her throat.
They looked at each other with love and desire. Their hungry gazes were locked together like it was the first time they had laid eyes on each other. Tara approached the bed in a slow predatory manner.
“Very nice.” the blonde purred out as she ran one of her hands over the smooth material covering Willow’s body.
The redhead arched her back and let out a soft moan. Already getting excited just from the slight touches. “ You’re not so bad yourself.” She quipped, looking at the blonde through misty green eyes. “Ta-ra…” she whispered out hoarsely.
Tara batted her lashes and lowered her gaze, devouring Willow with her eyes. “Will-ow” she said sighing softly. The blonde knelt on the bed, never taking her eyes off the redhead, looking up and down her form with unveiled lust.
Willow felt a warm flush spreading through out her body as her wife’s eyes roamed freely over her skin. She shivered with anticipation, acknowledging that Tara was indeed in “one of those moods”.
One of those “I’m in charge and all you have to do is sit back and enjoy it” moods.
(hey who am I to complain?) The redhead thought merrily as her body began to feel electrified by the light caresses and the hungry looks being sent her way. She remained almost still, afraid of breaking the mood. She would let Tara take the lead for the time being; after all it was only the beginning of a long and delicious honeymoon night.
Tara ran her index finger slowly up and down Willow’s arm, watching in fascination as the redhead’s skin rippled in response. “You know I have a special wedding present for you,” she said slowly in a very seductive voice.
Willow took Tara’s finger and sucked on it lightly before asking, “does it involve you getting naked?”
Tara took her finger from Willow’s grip before the redhead could claim it again. The blonde needed her concentration to be intact. She took the finger into her own mouth to moisten it again and began to trace little circles on the redhead’s collarbone and neck. “Yes” she answered with a smirk.
“Then I’m all for it.” Willow answered throwing her head back and closing her eyes when she felt Tara’s fingertips tracing lazy lines across her breasts.
“Look at me.” Tara requested softly.
Willow opened her eyes to find twin pools of blue oceans staring at her with love and evident need.
The vision made her heart pound even harder against her chest.
“Are you mine?” Tara asked.
“All yours” the redhead answered from the very depths of her soul.
“ Good then you won’t mind if I just take what’s mine.” Tara replied in a calm and even tone. She took off Willow’s nightgown with ease and led her gently down into the bed. The blonde straddled Willow’s naked waist and dipped her head down to claim the lips that she always hungered for.
Their lips and tongues came together heatedly. They sucked and nipped, drinking each other in greedily. Their hands roamed and caressed as their mouths searched and found each other again and again.
Willow loved it when Tara was like this. No one could guess just from looking at the shy Wiccan girl, what lay underneath that insecure exterior. When they were alone she became powerful-sensual woman, a woman capable of giving and receiving incredible amounts of pleasure. The redhead felt thrilled and proud of the fact that this was aside of Tara that only she got to see and experience. Their lovemaking tonight was surely going to be something to remember. Willow’s body was responding to that little piece of knowledge with fervor.
Tara could actually feel the beating of her wife’s heart as the redhead’s need pulsed against her.
The blonde could feel Willow’s center pulsing against her thigh, it felt hot and wet and oh so ready.
They continued kissing for endless moments, pushing against each other panting and groaning.
Taking their bodies to the limits of endurance, prolonging each luscious second of pleasure.
Tara broke the kissing session reached out with her right hand for the drawer on the nightstand. Willow’s eyes opened wide with surprise and excitement as Tara silently showed her the mystery present.
They had used toys before, but on counted occasions and they had never used one like this before.
It had been a secret fantasy of Willow’s to use one just like it, but she had been reluctant to voice it, afraid of being misunderstood or of hurting Tara’s feelings. She hadn’t quite known how to ask for what she wanted. Now she didn’t have to.
Tara held the harness in one hand, dangling it in front of Willow with an amused look on her face. “See something you like.” She asked in a teasing tone.
Willow could only nod her response. Smacking her lips in anticipation, her eyes glazing over with lust.
Tara had an absolutely feral look about her and Willow was mesmerized by it beyond reason.
“Help me put it on.” The blonde requested in a smoky tone.
Willow hurriedly complied, undressing Tara and strapping the toy on, with anticipatory glee.
They resumed their kissing session, quickly regaining the passion and heat that made their bodies shiver. They kissed deeply and thoroughly. Willow moaned into Tara’s mouth as Tara ran her hands over the redhead’s chest, kneading the breasts and teasing the nipples into hard peaks with the tips of her fingers. Willow jumped beneath Tara’s touch, dragging out another long moan of pleasure.
“Did you like that?” The blonde cooed, “then you’ll this even better” she tipped her head down, taking one of the hardened nipples into her mouth and sucking on it. While she used her finger tips to pinch the other nipple lightly. Willow’s body jerked up again, her breath becoming shallower, her skin turning a bright shade of pink. Tara continued lavishing her attention on Willow’s breasts, cupping one in her hand as she bit lightly on the other. Willow moaned, her sounds of pleasure coming out as muffled sobs. The redhead’s insides jumped and contracted as she realized just how in control Tara was of her body. She felt herself getting impossibly wet, rendering her self control willingly to her wife’s movements and desires. Tara made her way down Willow’s body biting and sucking every piece of available skin at a maddeningly slow pace. The redhead’s body squirmed involuntarily, she thrashed her head from side to side as she pleaded with Tara for fulfillment “Ta-ra, oh Ta-ra…” was all she could get out in strangled whispers.
Tara seemed impassive to Willow’s pleading as she continued to take her sweet time. “You smell so good…” she said languidly, opening willow’s legs further apart. The blonde ran the tip of her index finger over the smooth lines of the redhead’s swollen labia coating her digit with the sticky juice. Tara really seemed to be in no hurry to end her lover’s agony. She stroked the outer lips lightly, before gently pushing them open and using her fingers to caress the sensitive edges of Willow’s sex. The blonde’s fingers glided easily along the slick folds, Tara teased Willow’s now very sensitive opening with just the tips of her middle and index finger. Willow breathed out “ Oh God….baby…oh…” Tara smiled seductively and kept up the pace she had set from the start, driving Willow nearly mad with need. Finally giving in to her own desires Tara inserted her fingers slowly and gently into Willow’s more than ready center.
The blonde began to rock inside and out of Willow’s sex at a steady pace, Willow moaned and bit her lower lip, clutching at the sheets below her, breathing heavily, completely lost in the moment. The warm juices flowing down Tara’s digits told her that Willow was now more than ready to receive her ‘special’ present. She positioned herself softly on top of the redhead and parting the outer lips she ran the tip of the toy up and down the slick folds. Willow gasped and sucked in a wild breath of air. “ I want you so much..” Tara said as she pressed herself down on Willow’s body entering her completely. “Oh..yes…”the redhead murmured through labored breaths. The blonde began a steady rhythm, inside and out, to and fro, Willow matching every move, getting closer and closer to the desired climax.
Tara’s eyes were wide open and focused on Willow’s face, she loved looking at her lover when they were reaching the pinnacle of passion. The redhead’s skin was flushed and sweaty, her breathing was hard and shallow making her chest rise and fall rapidly, her lips were slightly parted and soft moaning sounds escaped her luscious mouth. Everything about this moment was sexy and erotic, everything flamed their desire higher. Every touch, smell, taste and sound made them both fall for each other even harder. The salty taste of their skin, the sweet and sour juices flowing feely out of both their bodies, the squeaking of the bed, it all served the same purpose: completion.
They were now both soaked in sweat, every muscle flexing and straining. Willow threw her back and wrapped her legs around her wife’s waist a mist the sexual power coursing through her body a thought managed to get through to her brain. It had never been like this with anyone. She loved feeling the blonde so completely inside her, no could ever be, even if they tried. Only Tara could reach her like that body and soul. Tara rocked inside her lover and thought that it couldn’t get any better than that one moment in time. She loved this feeling of being so completely inside Willow, her Willow. It was exhilarating to know that she was giving her wife this pleasure that made her call out her name over and over again. “Ta-ra…Tara...Tara...” Willow cried out repeatedly nearing her climax.
Tara quickened the pace and leaned down to claim her wife’s mouth as she strengthened her movements. Willow arched her back, clawing at Tara’s back, her body tightening from the inside before shaking uncontrollably from head to toe. Crying out her sweet release, the redhead went limp in Tara’s arms, nearly passing out from the intensity of the orgasm. Tara waited for Willow’s breathing to steady before releasing her and gently withdrawing from her body. Willow whimpered out “Don’t go…”
“ It’s o.k baby, I’m just taking this thing off.” Tara said removing the harness and placing a soft kiss on her wife’s lips.”
Willow opened her eyes and snuggled close to her baby’s arms “ That was some wedding present. Were you trying to kill me?”
Tara’s eyes shone with happiness “ I’m glad you liked it and no I wasn’t, I need you good and alive for many years to come.”
Willow smiled evilly “ ooooh you said ‘come’, I’ll have to do something about that.
PART 22 SNIPS AND SNAPS: FAMILY POLAROIDS
After the wedding and the honeymoon the girls returned to their semi-normal lives, whatever that meant to a member of the ‘Scooby Gang’. They studied, worked, slayed and saved the world every other season. They all worked through their issues and basically grew up managing to stay close friends along the way.
They grew together through good things and bad. Tara and Willow graduated a year apart. Buffy had given up on studying and had opened her own business in the back of the Magic box instead. She was making a good living as a self-defense instructor while as always making the streets a bit safer for the common citizen.
Willow and Tara didn’t move out of the Summer’s home as immediately as they had thought when they had gotten engaged. Tara had decided to go to medical school and the hours were grueling. So Living at Buffy’s was still the best option. It was nice to have the Summer’s girls pampering her when she wasn’t studying or making rounds, not to mention getting extra attention from Willow whenever their schedules allowed it. Tara was finishing her internship when Dawn had graduated and decided to go to an out of town College. Everyone had cried and wished her luck.
The girls had bought a house close to Buffy`s place and had moved out soon after Dawn had left for school. Buffy tried to keep the water works to a minimum, even though they were only moving a few blocks away. They visited each other constantly and still saved the world nearly on a weekly basis. Tara’s medical training had figuratively saved their asses on more than one occasion and ‘actually’ that one time that Xander would most definitely like to forget. It was facing that particular Armageddon that Faith the rouge slayer had come back to Sunnydale to make peace with the Scoobies and amends for her past misdeeds. They had received her with skepticism, but in time she earned their trust and even their friendship.
All their lives seemed to be on the right track. It looked like they had beaten the odds. So Tara and Willow decided to take the next big step. Willow had long ago kicked her dark addiction and with Tara’s help she learned how to respect the craft and use magic without feeling the need to abuse it.
Their powers grew and strengthened because of their bond. When it was time, they preformed the most important ritual of all the ‘Lebiovivante’ that brought forth new life.
They were all grown up, but they all still acted like kids sometimes especially around each other. They knew better than most that time is a precious gift that shouldn’t be wasted. They loved, cried and drank up life intensely, savoring each moment as if it were their last.
Moment 1: Baby showers
Anya sat crossed legged on the couch munching impatiently on some chips, looking bored.
“Why are these parties called showers? I don’t see anyone getting wet.”
Buffy looked pensive for a moment before answering with a shrug “I don’t know. I guess it’s cause of the getting ‘showered’ with gifts part.”
“But it would be so much more fun if someone was actually getting wet. Would it be inappropriate to call a stripper?”
Buffy nearly spit out her soda “Anya for the love of all things rated pg…let me explain it to you this way #1. It’s not a bachelorette party, it’s a baby shower #2. it’s for our two very married, very lesbian friends and #3. See number 2.”
Anya waved her hand in dismissal “Oh, poo! You’re no fun. I have to get me some heterosexual female friends to go out with and holler at scantly clad men while stuffing money down their pants.
Well maybe I’ll just skip the giving away money part.”
Buffy pouted, “ Hey, I’m straight. It’s just that I’m not into sailors shaking their booties at baby showers is all.”
Anya rolled her eyes “Oh sure Buffy you’re totally straight like I’m discreet and into poverty.”
“ What, wha-t do you mean?” Buffy asked turning a little pale.
“Look Buffy I may not know everything there is to know about being human, but I do know sexual tension when I see it and I see it every time you and Faith are in the same room together.”
“ Me and Faith? I…I…ah…Faith!”
Just then the door chimes sounded and Faith came in plopping herself down on the couch with an audible thump. “Hey Anya, hey B. Though I heard my name, what’s up?”
Buffy answered quickly before Anya could say something that she’d have to kill her for. “ We weren’t talking about you we were talking about…ah…uhm…”
“ Sex…” Anya piped in
Buffy cut her off before she could continue “ Yeah…sex and…faith as in old George Michael songs…yeah that’s it.”
Faith put her feet up on the coffee table a grabbed some chips “ o.k…so where are the wicked wicca-chicas at?”
Buffy relaxed since Faith had seemed to buy her answer. “ Tara had an emergency at the hospital, she’ll be a little late and Willow went to get ice-cream cause they ran out last night or something.”
Faith smirked “I bet they ran out of cherries too.” Buffy looked confused and both Faith and Anya let out a hearty laugh. “ Honestly B…your reactions don’t speak well for your past lovers.”
Buffy turned beet red and tried covering “ Hey, I totally got it. Why would you think I didn’t?” The blonde looked everywhere except at an amused looking Faith before excusing herself a heading quickly towards the kitchen.
Later that night
Willow’s face was beaming with happiness and pride as she lovingly looked at her wife opening the presents from their friends.
Tara held up the first package “o.k this one is from Anya,” she unwrapped it and held it up for everyone to see. “ It’s umh…oh…a savings bond.” Thank you Anya.
Anya ran over to her excitedly and took the paper from the blonde’s hand. “ Not just any savings bond it’s from United Mutual, really strong market projections. By the time your little tyke is old enough to play in the stock market, this little sucker will be worth a pretty penny, well actually way more than a penny.” She stroked the bond lovingly and handed it back to Tara with a look of silent longing.
“ Thanks Anya…” Tara said again giving Willow a look so she would behave and not tease Anya about her gift.
About a half hour later Tara contemplated the array of gifts that she had collected from her friends for the baby. They were all for lack of a better word interesting as far as baby presents went.
Anya had given them a savings bond and some stock certificates, Buffy had brought a pint size punching bag, Faith had presented them with a set of tiny leather pants, one red and one black. The only gift that could be labeled as ‘normal’ came from Xander, a beautiful hand made crib for the baby and two matching rocking chairs for the mommies. (Perfect, just perfect.) Tara thought smiling fondly at the objects cluttering the bed. Her family was unique and wonderful, just like the gifts they gave.
Later still
Buffy and Willow were finishing cleaning up after everyone had left for the evening. Buffy was unusually quiet and Willow wanted to know what was troubling her friend on such a festive occasion.
“So…spill…what’s the what?” The redhead asked straight out.
“ What’s the what, of what…Will?” Buffy asked exaggerating a smile.
“ Only you know what’s what? so…” Willow pressed.
“I ah…What do you think about Faith?”
Willow bit her lip, she knew this day might come. “ Well…she seems a lot better now. You know better adjusted. It was weird and awkward for awhile and did I mention awkward,? but now she’s like one of the gang again. What do you think about Faith?” She asked cautiously.
“ I don’t know. It’s confusing sometimes. We’ve talked about stuff…you know from way back when.
She’s apologized to death about everything and so have I. Cause you know looking back on it, it could have been better, you know?”
Willow looked down at floor, guilt covering her features. “ Yeah I know. I still feel bad about having been so rough on her the first time around. After my little run on the wild side I felt that I understood her a lot better. We all have a dark side and it’s not so easy to ignore sometimes. That’s why I’m glad the council decided to give her a second chance and got her out of jail. She seems to be trying really hard to atone for everything.”
Buffy shook her head and gulped down a lump that was forming in her throat. “ Yeah, I know. Looking back I think maybe she was never really bad just lonely and very misguided. It could have been me.”
Willow shook her head “ I don’t know about that Buffy…but…anyhow that’s the past. The moment is what’s important. You’ve been spending a lot of time with her lately how’s that going?” The redhead tried to make this last question sound as casual as possible there for making it sound everything but.
Buffy sighed and slumped her head into her hands. “ Just ask Will.”
“Just ask what Buffy?” Willow squeaked out, trying to look as clueless as possible.
“ Does everyone know?” Buffy asked still hiding her face in her hands.
Willow took both of Buffy’s hands and made her look up “The question is do you?”
“ I don’t know. Before there was Angel and I was angry, confused, teenage slayer. Then there was Riley, then Spike…now there’s nobody, but I’m still confused. Sometimes when she makes me angry and she does that a lot, I just don’t know if I should hit her or kiss her senseless.
Willow raised here arms “ Well then there you go…if you don’t know whether to hit her or KISS her, doesn’t that tell you something?”
“ I have a screwed up sense of romance.” Buffy quipped.
“ Buffy, avoidance much?” Willow admonished.
“O.k. I get it. If I find myself wondering whether or not to press my lips against the lips of my female ‘friend’ then there’s only one thing left for me to say, I think I’m kinda gay.”
MOMENT #2 : EVIL TOY STORY
Willow gasped and pointed, “Honey look. That is so adorable…”
Tara nearly laughed out loud and gasped “Uhm…sweetie…our baby won’t even know what that’s for, for years to come.”
“ But it’s so cute and purple.” Willow said with a pout.
Tara put her hand on Willow’s shoulder and squeezed it in a comforting manner “Honey it’s a lap-top. Yes, granted purple is a cute color, but could you please think in terms of fuzzy and cuddly instead of ramsy and gigabitey?”
“Gigabites are cute when you think about it.” Willow responded putting the laptop back still pouting.
“You’re cute when I think about it.” Tara said leaning in to kiss Willow on the tip of the nose.
“You have to think about it now?” Willow asked raising her eyebrows.
Tara smiled as she went through a stuffed toys bin “Seriously honey, lap-tops, savings bonds, punching bags, tool-belts…am I the only one who’s thinking teddy bears and cuddly bunnies for our child?”
“No bunnies we promised Anya.” Willow said smiling, while secretly considering buying the giant Bugs Bunny doll in the window display.
Tara picked up a stuffed toy “ No bunnies, check. How about this? It’s out of style but kind of cute.”
Willow nearly shrieked as she grabbed the toy and flung it through the air. “No! No child of mine will know that instrument of evil.”
Tara looked perplexed, “ Barney the dinosaur is evil?”
Willow shook her head up and down vigorously “ It’s soooo obvious…those moronic songs that turn children into annoying drones can only have that one logical explanation.”
“O.k I only got it cause you seemed to like purple.” Tara said shrugging her shoulders. “ So no bunnies, no barney, anything else here in the toy section I should consider evil?
Willow nodded vigorously “ Yes. Tele-tubbies, no tele-tubbies, please.”
Tara nearly laughed at her wife’s terrified expression. “ Baby they’re not even around any more.”
Willow shuddered. “ You never know…true evil always resurfaces. Remember there’s always syndication.”
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“Why are you frowning?” Willow asked her wife with a worried expression.
“Look at that sign. 50% off all swimsuits and I can’t take advantage of it cause I look like a whale.”
Willow smiled “is that all silly? You don’t look like a whale, you look beautiful.”
Tara hung her head down and patted her belly “Liar, if I went to the beach and went in the ocean people would probably yell ‘free willy-free willy!”
“See that’s where I think you’re wrong. They’d take one look at hotness of you and yell ‘hey want a free willy? Hubba-hubba” The redhead said kissing her wife’s brow affectionately.
Tara gave Willow a playful shove “ They would not.”
“ I repeat: you are beautiful.”
Tara pouted “I’m fat”
“ You’re pregnant, it’s different. You’re glowing.”
“ it’s the sudden hot flashes.” The blonde answered.
“You’re curvier than ever.” Willow insisted and punctuated her statement by raking her eyes over the blonde’s boby.
“ Barrels have plenty of curves too.” Tara countered.
Willow rolled her eyes “ Baby stop that now. You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen in my life, no more arguments.” She punctuated her statement with a light kiss and a pinch to the nose. “What’s with all the sudden insecurity?”
Tara looked away, her bottom lip trembling slightly. “ You haven’t…we haven’t…for almost a month…I mean…”
“Awww…honey. You think I don’t want you? Goddess that’s like the silliest thing I’ve ever heard” Willow looked down at the floor and continued“ If anything…I thought you didn’t…cause…well remember, you were sort of getting sick every time we started to…I mean I thought it was like your sudden distaste for chicken. I didn’t want to make you queasy.”
Tara went from waning to cry to laughing whole-heartedly at her wife’s statement. “ Ha-ha-ha…you thought ha-ha-ha…distaste for chicken?”
Willow shrugged and also let out a little chuckle. “ Hey, it didn’t sound so silly in my head. I have to confess that I’ve read everything I could get my hands on, but there are still some things about pregnancy that no book can explain to me and sometimes I just don’t know how to act. Forgive me for being clueless?”
Tara held Willow’s hand tightly. “ Only if you do something to remedy the situation immediately.”
Willow raised her eyebrows “ Does that mean that you’re in the mood for chicken?”
“ Baby, suddenly there’s nothing I’d rather eat.” Tara answered with a sexy grin.
MOMENT #3: CHOCOLATE COVERED PICKLES AND OTHER CRAVINGS.
A sleepy looking redhead walked slightly zombiefied through the well-lit aisles of the 24 hr mini-mart. Mostly muttering to herself “let’s see what was it chocolate >check< pickles >check< milk >check< Yuck! I don’t get it, I just don’t.”
The store clerk looked on amused as he rang up the items “ Pickles, marshmallows, milk and chocolate? Let me guess, twisted midnight craving of a pregnant sister.”
Willow stifled a yawn and gave the clerk a little smile “Wife actually.”
“Well congratulations and my condolences to you. I just had my first with the misses a couple of months ago and my scars are still fresh.” He said extending his hand and giving Willow’s a hearty shake.
The redhead rubbed her eyes and yawned again “ Sorry about that. So scars? I doubt that yours made you go out at two in the morning for pickles and chocolate.”
The clerk smiled and gave his baseball cap a little tug “Nope, more like ice cream and anchovies.”
Willow stuck out her tongue in sign of distaste “ Agh! No wonder they get queasy in the morning. That reminds me…salt crackers.”
When Willow came back the clerk bagged her saltines without ringing them up. “ These are on the house. Don’t worry, you’ll laugh about it all…” he paused and made a pained face “Eventually. Is yours all emotional yet?”
Despite her tiredness Willow was glad that she could talk about these things with someone who had gone through it, so she continued the friendly chat. “ Yesterday she cried watching a long distance commercial, laughed hysterically over spilt milk and worried obsessively about whether she was going to make good mother or not after watching one of those after school specials.”
The clerk shook his head and chuckled. “Woo-boy do I remember those. For awhile I was afraid of walking through the front door without a police escort, all cause she watched this special about a guy who abandoned his wife and kids. I come home from work and find her crying, then she goes off thumping on the chest, like I was the one doin’ the leaving.”
Willow chuckled imagining the scene “ I think I’m going to restrict her t.v watching to the discovery channel.” She paid her groceries and got ready to exit the store; a cranky, hungry Tara was not something she wanted to face.
The clerk gave Willow her change and smiled thinking that it was really nice and refreshing to find someone willing to talk to him for a little while. “ Good luck and one last tip : wear long sleeves at the hospital.”
Willow turned back and waved. “ Thanks I’ll keep that in mind.”
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Willow opened the bedroom door slowly “Honey…” she said softly, there was no response. ‘She’s out like a light. I knew it I took too long. Well it’s probably for the best, now she won’t get an upset tummy.’ The redhead thought as she undressed and got into bed as quietly as she could.
Willow pulled back the covers and slipped into bed without disturbing her wife’s sleep.
The redhead took a moment to really look at her slumbering love, moonlight was filtering through the shades and a shiny, silver beam was framing Tara’s face. Willow held her breath as her heart swelled with love for the blonde Wiccan.
The redhead stared enraptured by the vision that was Tara. She looked young and innocent, beautiful and new like a baby or an Angel. Willow had the overwhelming need to reach out and touch her lover’s sweet face. She extended a slightly shaky hand and stopped in mid-air, afraid that she would awaken Tara and somehow break this wonderful moment. She looked at the length of Tara’s body outlined on the sheets, soft curves and forms that fit so well with her own, the redhead thought. Willow tugged lightly on the sheet making it fall from Tara’s shoulders, exposing her flesh to the hackers unwavering stare.
Tara’s wonderful body transfixed the redhead; every inch of skin, every feature and movement was like perfect work of art. The redhead furrowed her brow, concentrating deeply as she traced and memorized the lines of Tara’s face. The blonde hairs falling softly upon the forehead, the pale eyebrows that raised into peaks, the lids that protected the most soulful blue eyes anyone could ever posses, the almost roman nose, the strong, squared jaw and finally the full fleshy lips that could give and receive so much pleasure. Willow had to take a deep breath and hold herself back from planting a kiss on the blonde’s inviting lips.
She wanted time to finish her silent exploration of Tara, she hoped that she could have forever and the thereafter for that purpose alone.’ Well maybe not that purpose alone’ she thought anew as her gaze fell towards the blonde’s chest. It was rising and falling softly, making her full breasts move lightly up and down at a steady rhythm.
Willow smiled and got naughty gleam in her eye, what had started out as a perfectly innocent look at her sleeping wife was rapidly becoming something else. She gazed at Tara’s long grace full neck and closed her eyes remembering behind closed lids how sensitive a particular spot right behind the blonde’s ear was.
The redhead sighed envisioning Tara closing her eyes and throwing her head back moaning, urging Willow on to suck and bite her right on the pulse point. Willow subconsciously bit her lower lip and opened her eyes to continue her trek down her wife’s body. Her roaming eyes couldn’t help but seek out the blonde’s creamy breasts. ‘If ever a breast gal there was’ Willow thought, smirking to herself.
The redhead sighed deeply as a delightful warmth began to spread throughout her body. The soft rise and fall of Tara’s chest was making Willow’s pupils dilate and was increasing her heartbeat to the point of also changing her breathing. The redhead licked her dry lips and rolled the tip of her tongue behind her teeth. Tara’s breasts had always been beautiful, but since her pregnancy they had become even more so. The blonde had never been lacking in size, but now, they were more than bountiful. They were creamy and full, wonderfully pliant and sensitive to every touch. Willow nearly groaned remembering how they had made love just a few hours prior.
Tara was more sensitive to the touch than ever, she had come several times, groaning out Willow’s name. The memory of it sent jolt right down to Willow’s center. She had to hold herself back from just leaning down and sucking on the blonde’s beautiful nipples.
Since she couldn’t touch the blonde and risk waking her, Willow put her own hand under her night shirt and began to softly rub circles around her breasts, she did it hoping to alleviate some of the pressure that was building inside. She pulled down the sheet that was covering Tara even further, exposing the rest of the blonde’s body. Willow smiled, looking at Tara’s rounded belly. Tara had been self conscious about it, thinking that she looked like a whale and that Willow had lost interest in her.
Willow had put those fears to rest, that very night. She had spent countless moments just caressing and kissing her wife’s stomach.
Willow stifled a little gasp, remembering Tara’s pleading and what had come after. Willow tweaked one of her own nipples with one hand and sucked the index finger of the other.
Tara had been so warm and wet, just for her. The redhead stared at the soft golden curls covering her wife’s mound and practically drooled. She couldn’t ignore the desire pulsing in between her legs anymore. She didn’t know how much longer she could control herself around the blonde. Tara just looked so delicious lying there, Willow wanted to touch the blonde and taste her until they were both spent. Raising her eyebrows and smiling saucily the redhead thought ‘Why not? I could just lay all her fears to rest. It’s for her own good.’ Willow undressed quietly and slid to the foot of the bed. She was making this a game now, she wanted to see how far she could go without awakening Tara. The redhead began kissing the tips of Tara’s toes. The blonde wiggled them lightly and let out a little giggle in her sleep. Willow looked up and saw that her wife was still slumbering, so she continued kissing up her calves up to the knees. There she lightly lifted Tara’s leg and licked behind her right knee. Tara sighed and stirred, but still didn’t awaken.
Willow smiled and began to kiss around the blonde’s pussy, letting her tongue sneak out to lick at the sleeping girls inner thighs. Dreams began to meld with reality as Tara began to have a wonderfully erotic dream starring her and Willow. The blonde moaned in her sleep, Willow knew that her lover was close to waking. She parted the blonde’s outer lips and began a slow and languid licking motion inside her pussy. Tara was getting increasingly wet in her dreams and in real life. The pleasure Willow giving her was slowly but surely pulling her out her slumber. Willow made her strokes stronger, the blonde moaned and slowly opened her lids. She wasn’t sure if she was awake or asleep, all she knew was the pressure that was building inside and needed release. Willow’s tongue swam and danced inside the blonde’s heated center, she loved the taste of Tara, she couldn’t get enough of it. Tara pushed Willow’s head down and moaned out her name. The redhead sucked in Tara’s clit and used one of her hands to touch herself while loving Tara. The blonde rode her wife’s mouth and they both rocked to and fro in a powerful and sensual dance. Tara spread her legs even further and dug her heels into the mattress, arching her back her body spasmed. Willow came up to claim her lover’s mouth in a passionate kiss, when they broke apart both were smiling from ear to ear.
Tara smirked and let out a breath. “ Wow! That was some wake up call. The last thing I remember is you going out to get my pickles.”
Willow propped herself on one elbow and traced little circles on Tara’s belly with her other hand. “ Yeah…well…suddenly I was the one with all the cravings.”
“I see and have all these cravings been satisfied? Cause there’s nothing worse than having an unfulfilled craving.” before Willow could answer Tara used her fingers to rub up and down Willow’s pussy, seeking entry she cooed “My-my you’re all wet…I think I know what you’re still hungry for.”
Willow groaned and arched her back clutching at the sheets “ Goddess…this beats ice-cream and anchovies…”
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A couple of months after that night baby Isabel Rosenberg-Maclay greeted the world for the first time. She was a big baby, with auburn tresses and baby-blue eyes. She was also the pride and joy of the Scooby family.
The labor hadn’t had any complications, but neither Tara nor Willow could say that it had been a piece of cake either. It seemed that baby Isabel had inherited one of her mother’s eager temperament and Tara had broken her water nearly a whole week early. She had called for Willow with a loud shriek from the kitchen and the redhead had run in slipping on the gooey liquid. In a state of near panic Willow had skated from side to side, clutching at the kitchen counter attempting to get up so she could tend to her wife. When she had finally gotten herself out that jam, she had hurriedly run all over the house grabbing all the necessary things for the hospital. The redhead grabbed the cell phone, the diaper bag and Tara’s suitcase, but neglected to grab Tara and she nearly drove off to the hospital without her.
On the way to the hospital a traffic jam was causing Willow to have an anxiety attack and she envisioned her baby having to be borne on the back seat. Fortunately the redhead had managed to flag down a traffic cop who escorted them to the Hospital after finally figuring out what the babbling and seemingly mad redheaded woman was talking about.
Once they made it to the e.r and to the maternity wing there was the question of aiding or not aiding the birth with drugs. When the two women had discussed it they had both agreed that there was to be absolutely no drugs involved. But when the contractions and severe pain increased Tara had a change of heart, Willow gently reminded her of their decision and soon found out why the clerk at the quikie-mart had suggested that she wear long sleeves at the hospital.
Moment #4: THE NEFARIOUS POOP DEMON.
“ So she just bolted?” Willow asked putting her baby daughter down on the changing table.
“Yeah…” Buffy answered dejectedly “ I was feeling all after slayerly and brave, we were on the ground after that vamp knocked us off our feet, before he went a- blowi’n in the wind. We were so close it seemed like a good idea, I leaned in to kiss her and…eeewwww!”
Willow looked up perplexed “ eeewww? Did you say that out loud? Cause that could have been the reason she bolted.”
Buffy shook her head and pinched the bridge of her nose “ No, not that…eeewww on the smelly smell coming from your daughter. What on earth are you feeding that kid? This is one of the times I curse my slayer senses.”
Willow folded the diaper and looked at Buffy with a wicked gleam in her eye “You mean this is disturbing you?” the redhead dangled the offending garment in the air. “You know this is perfectly natural.” She got closer to Buffy as Buffy widened her eyes and backed away. “ What big strong Slayer afraid of itty-bitty baby poop?” She asked in a mock baby tone.
Buffy inched away nervously “ Willow you wouldn’t…oh crap, you would!”
With that Buffy began to run in circles around the room with a grinning Willow chasing her with a dirty diaper in hand.
“Eeeek…Willow…don’t”
“ Oh Buuufy…the yellow and green poopy demon is gonna get you.”
While this was going on baby Isabel flayed her arms in the air and made gurgling sounds, that could be mistaken for laughter, one could think that she was going: “Go mom get her for calling me smelly.”
Tara walked trough the nursery door “ Will is the baby…What the?” she crossed her arms across her chest and called order to the room. “ Willow, Buffy stop it right now!”
Both girls stopped dead in their tracks. Buffy breathed out a sigh of relief as Willow put the diaper behind her back and quickly rethought her actions, throwing it swiftly in the garbage pail. The redhead shrugged her shoulders, trying her best to look contrite.
Tara wasn’t really buying the act. “ Willow how could you leave the baby alone on the changing table? It’s dangerous she could have rolled off.” She said with a slightly annoyed tone, picking the baby’s legs up to finish what her other mommy had left undone.
Willow pouted and looked guiltily down to the floor “ But she’s too tiny to roll, I don’t even think she can rock.”
Tara looked up and shook her head ‘ Two babies, I have two babies’ she thought as she looked at the redhead’s pouty face. “ Oh Willow…just be a bit more careful o.k?” the blonde softened her tone and smiled at her lover. She knew she could be a little harsh lately, her hormones were raging on the one hand and on other she was on ‘over-protective, new mommy’ mode.
Willow nodded her head “ Sorry baby.” She said in a contrite tone going over to the table and placing a soft kiss on both of her girl’s foreheads.
Buffy in the mean time was trying to hide her glee at seeing Willow being reprimanded for her actions. She just couldn’t resist poking a little fun at her friend so she quickly coughed up the phrase “ Kitty…whipped.”
Willow narrowed her eyes and Tara just faintly smiled. “ And you…don’t think you’re getting off that easily. I sent you up here to keep an eye on her.” She said coking her head in Willow’s general direction.”
It was Buffy’s turn to look guiltily to the ground “ But…she started it…I…” she tried to excuse herself. And it was Willow’s turn to look gleeful as she stuck out her tongue at Buffy, without Tara’s knowledge.
Tara promptly cut her off “ No buts…you two…since you couldn’t manage changing duty, you now get kitchen duty. So march.”
Both girls harrumphed and scruffed their feet on the floor all the way to the kitchen. Tara nearly laughed at their forlorn faces, she half expected them to kick their feet like five year olds. Tara cooed in her baby’s ear “You seem to be the only mature one around here darling.”
“Gurgle” Isabel solemnly agreed.
Once they were resigned to their duties and settled the argument of who got to clean and who got to dry, they almost looked like grown ups, almost. Until Buffy decided to ‘accidentally’ splash Willow on the face and then Willow accidentally slapped Buffy on the butt with the wet dish towel.
Tara once again had to step in and stop them before they made a mess. This time she did it a bit more diplomatically.
“ So Buffy…where’s Faith?”
The blonde slayer’s demeanor changed immediately and she hung her head low “ I don’t know.”
Tara saw the change in Buffy and felt badly about asking. It wasn’t the reaction she was looking for.
Obviously something had happened, usually Buffy would just get red around the ears and turn real quiet when asked about the other girl, but this was a different kind of quiet. “ Buffy what happened? I mean do you want to talk about it?” The blonde wiccan asked gently.
“ I was sort of in the process of telling Will when we got pulled into the hi-jinx of a poopy chase.”
Willow looked distressed for her friend “ Oh Buffy I’m sorry. I’m a bad friend, I should’ve listened enough to know that you were trying to say something important. I shouldn’t have started up with the diaper…I-ah…”
Buffy held up her hand to stop her friend from going on “ No it’s o.k, I got a good laugh out of it. Believe me it’s what I needed. I’ve been thinking and thinking about it, I needed a break.”
Willow put down the washcloth and hugged her friend tightly.
Tara waited silently and when they broke apart she went to the slayer’s side also, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “ Come on sit down, I have cake and ice-cream in the fridge. You can tell us all about it.”
“Gah-buurrrp.” Isabel contributed, close to Buffy’s face.
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MOMENT #4b: TAKING CHANCES
“So that was pretty much it.” Buffy said with sadness in her voice, pushing away the uneaten ‘comfort’ piece of chocolate cake. “ I guess that answers that question.”
Tara shook her head in tune with Willow’s and spoke up “ Nuh-uh, No way. You’d have to be blind not to see how Faith looks at you. There has to be an explanation.”
“Yeah, I think you two need to talk. Like really talking not just grunt, punching at each other and saying wicked a lot.” Willow interjected.
“Look her reaction spoke pretty loud and clear. It’s over, I’ll deal.”
Willow furrowed her brow and held one Of Buffy’s hands in her own. “ Listen it can’t be over if it’s never begun. Don’t run away from your feelings Buffy, it could be the biggest mistake you’ll ever make.”
Just then the back door swung open and Faith appeared “ Listen to Red, she gives good advice.”
The three girls turned their gaze to the brunette Slayer who was clutching the doorknob and looking very uncomfortable under their curious looks.
Tara gently nudged Willow as she spoke “ Hi Faith. So Willow let’s go put Isabel down for a nap.”
“Nap right. Babies need their privacy…erm…I mean sleep-sleep. That’s right, you know I don’t know why people say ‘hey I slept like a baby’ cause that just means that would you wake up every three hours, crying and with pee or poop in your…”
“ Honey A.B.S…” Tara gently said making ‘let’s go’ eyes at the babbling redhead.”
“ Right…sorry.” Willow meekly said before quickly exiting the kitchen.
Buffy lifted herself from the stool and stood facing Faith, with her arms folded across her chest, her heart rising to her throat. “ So…” she managed to croak out.
“ So…” The brunette started not sure as to how to continue. “ Listen B…I...ah...”
Buffy was having a hard time making eye contact with the other Slayer and she swallowed hard before quickly interrupting the other girl’s nervous stammer. “ Faith I’m sorry.”
The dark slayer looked puzzled “ Uh? You’re sorry? Why are you sorry?”
Buffy looked at the ground “ For last night I shouldn’t have…”
Faith took a step closer to where Buffy was standing “ Buffy, I’m the one who’s sorry. I shouldn’t have run away. It’s just that it was so sudden and I…”
“ You didn’t want to, I get it.” The blonde said raising her hands in a defensive manner.
“Oh God Buffy no.” The brunette took yet another step towards the blonde whose gaze was still mostly fixed on the floor. Faith stretched out her hand and gently put it under Buffy’s chin, coaxing her to look up and meet her gaze. “B please look at me and listen cause I think I only have the courage to say this once. I ran, not cause I didn’t want it to happen. I ran, cause I wanted it too much. All my life, all my life B, I’ve never been afraid of anything or anyone…with one exception : you.”
Buffy’s eyes were moist and she could hardly believe what she was hearing from the other girl. “You’re afraid of me? Why?”
Faith took one of Buffy’s hands and brought it up to her chest, placing it right above her heart. “Cause of this. This is what my heart does every time I see you. From the first time I ever saw you. It races and beats so hard I think it’s going to rip its way out my chest and land right at your feet.”
“Faith I…”
The brunette shook her head and interrupted. “ No, please let me or I may never get this out. Last night when you leaned in to kiss me, it all happened like in the movies, you know? It’s like we were moving in slow motion. I ran out of breath the moment you looked at me and when we kissed I couldn’t even believe it was real. I wasn’t even sure who had started it, I thought I probably had, since I’ve always figured you didn’t want me. So I panicked, thinking that I had made a mistake and all I could do was run. But no matter where I go…you’re there. So I’m here, I’m done running and you’ve got my heart in your hands.” She finished by clutching the blonde’s hand to her chest tightly.
Buffy was overwhelmed by Faith’s admission and her hands began to tremble with emotion, as did her voice. “ It’s beating so strong…” she said before looking deeply into the other slayer’s eyes and seeking her lips for a kiss.”
Faith met the blonde half way and their lips touched softly. They kissed slowly enjoying the moment that had been long coming. Their mouths opened, granting mutual permission. When their tongues touched they both moaned into each other’s mouth. Still their kiss was kept achingly slow, like they wanted to savor every second. They embraced tightly, melding their two bodies into one.
***
“ What do you think is going on down there?” Willow asked looking absently out the nursery window.
Tara looked up from watching Isabel feed with a smile on her face. “ I don’t know, but I sure hope they’re finally figuring things out.”
“ At least I don’t hear any furniture breaking. So something must be of the good.” The redhead said turning towards her wife and daughter. She smiled, deeply touched by the sight of Tara breast-feeding their baby. No matter how many times she had seen it, it never failed to fill her heart with love and joy. She knelt next to them and stroked Isabel’s hair with affection. “ Look at her go. She sure takes after me.”
Tara chuckled lightly “ Yeah. Only with her it’s about necessity, with you it’s about obsession.”
Willow smiled impishly up at her wife. “ Hey, who in their right mind could blame me? Speaking of favorite things or people to do, how long do we have to wait again?”
Tara sighed deeply “ One and half week more to go.”
Willow put her head in her hands groaning as if in pain “ That’s like a year and half in no naughty-nakedness time.”
“Tell me about it.” Tara agreed, putting Isabel over her shoulder for burping purposes. “ I think we need to talk about something else, before we start getting ideas that we can’t put to good use.”
“ Yeah…so Buffy and Faith, what do you think?” Willow said standing and taking the baby from Tara’s arms.
“ I really hope they can work things out. It’s so obvious that there’s this strong bond between them. Honestly I don’t know why they’ve taken so long to acknowledge it.”
“Well I think it’s something like when I first met you. I knew I was absolutely drawn to you, but I didn’t really want to admit it to myself cause I was a little scared, o.k a lot scared. Of course, luckily, you were just irresistible and It didn’t take me long to understand that it was useless to fight what I was feeling. But these two girls have both slayer strength and stubbornness to go with it. What I told Buffy was true, she could regret not taking a chance. I know I would have kicked my self in the ass everyday of my life if I hadn’t listened to my heart.” The redhead put her baby down on the crib and accentuated her words by going over to Tara’s side and kissing her softly.
“Mhhm…that was nice. You think we can play for awhile without going all the way?” Tara asked in a dreamy tone.
Willow smiled wickedly “ We can try darling we can try.” She answered before descending on Tara’s mouth with a feeling very close to hunger.
***
The slayers parted reluctantly form each other; still they stood closely and touched foreheads. Each with their eyes closed trying to calm their erratic breathing and their racing hearts.
They opened their eyes slowly and gazed at each other with tenderness and wonder. “Wow…that was…wow.” They both said at the same time. A smile broke out over their faces.
“ I never knew a kiss could feel like that.” Faith said caressing the blonde’s cheek with one hand.
Buffy captured the other girl’s hand and kissed the inside of her palm softly. “ I never knew anything could feel like that.” The blonde slayer again put her own hand over Faith’s chest and started speaking slowly “ It’s still racing. So is mine. Faith…I want you take me home.”
Faith gulped down the lump that had formed in her throat and she answered truthfully no longer afraid of giving Buffy her heart. “ I am home.”
The blonde smiled, touched by Faith’s words. “ So am I. Still let me rephrase that…take me to bed.” She said with a fiery look in her eyes.
Faith’s mouth hung open in surprise at Buffy’s boldness. She figured that the other slayer would probably want to take things slowly from there. “ Are you sure?” she asked tentatively, not wanting to rush the other the other girl. Usually she was all for the ‘act now think later attitude’, but this was Buffy and with Buffy she always wanted to things differently. She wanted to do things right.
Buffy nodded “ We’ve waited long enough. Let me show you how sure I am.” she took Faith by the lapels of her leather jacket and pulled her down for a heated kiss. It conveyed just how serious she was about wanting to continue what they were doing in the comfort of a bed.