Frothy Goodness [AU] (Complete)

[jasmydae]

I proofread the first chapter of this story. PM me with your email address if you'd like me to send you my suggestions. ^_^

~ Megan

[taralicious]

After voyeuristically reading of Willow and Tara's euphoric first time and the covenant they've made with each other, I feel like tuckimg into a box of Lucky Charms as Willow and Tara are magically delicious.
Two tastes that taste great together.

[TinyWillow]

Yes, it was perfect!! Lovin' the updates! Keep 'em coming.

[arsyadriani]

That was perfect.

I second that
give us some more willowtara-y goodnesses
RC

[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.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Their night continues...

Part 19


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Tara was still lying there half an hour later, the initial tiredness having worn off. She was astonished still at the sheer connectedness she felt with Willow. She looked around and saw the steady flicker of the candles and figured she better blow them out soon or they’d be a fire hazard. She gently extracted herself from her girlfriends grip and heard a whimper of protest from the still sleeping redhead. She bent down and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.


“I’ll be back in a minute, my love,” she whispered quietly.


She walked around the room blowing out the candles. When she was at the last one, she heard her name being called.


“Tara?” Willow said in a small, panicked voice.


Tara rushed back over to the bed and lay back down, shocked to see her girlfriend now crying.


“Sshh, sweetheart, its okay,” Tara said, not knowing what was wrong, but offering all the comfort she could.


Willow buried her head in the blonde’s neck, her sobs quieting after just a few moments. She stayed there for another minute before pulling back and looking at Tara sheepishly.


“I’m sorry. I just…I woke up and you weren’t here and I…I just…” she trailed off.


“Oh darling. I’m right here. I’ll always be here, I promise,” Tara said.


“I know. I just had a silly moment. It’s just…what we shared…I’m sorry.”


“Never apologise for feeling insecure or worried or… anything.”


Willow smiled, then wrapped her body around the taller girl.


“Your feet are cold,” she said, lying face-to-face with Tara.


“Well warm them up then,” Tara responded, more desire-ridden than she intended.


Willow shuddered at the tone in Tara’s voice and felt her desire building rapidly.


One time and I already can’t get enough.


She captured the blonde’s lips and forced her tongue into Tara’s mouth.


She felt the other girl respond instantly, closing her lips around the redhead’s tongue and sucking.


Willow moaned into Tara’s mouth and turned them so she was lying on top. Tara’s hands were travelling all over the smaller girl’s back and ass, while Willow had hers firmly cupping Tara’s cheeks.


They started moving against each other, making sure each part of their bodies were connected. Their nipples were touching as they continued to rub up and down, never breaking the firm hold their mouths had on one another.


Willow slipped her knee upwards to make contact with Tara’s centre, amazed at the abundant wetness already pooling there. The blonde’s reaction was instantaneous, moving her hips into the knee to get some friction.


Willow pulled back and looked into the darkened blue eyes.


“I want you,” she said lustfully.


“Then take me.”


She proceeded to place butterfly kisses down Tara’s chin and neck, pausing for a moment to suck on her pulse point.


Tara groaned when she felt her skin being bitten lightly, then soothed by a warm, wet tongue.


Oh yeah, that’s gonna leave a mark.


Willow continued downwards, burying her face in Tara’s bountiful breasts, licking and kissing any piece of flesh she could find. After a few minutes of lavishing attention everywhere but the sensitive nubs that were straining to be touched, Tara felt like she was going to explode.


“Please.”


Willow realised she loved the sound of her girlfriend begging and decided to draw it out for as long as possible.


She leisurely trailed her tongue around the areola of her right breast, until finally running it lightly over the hard nipple. She heard Tara moan and couldn’t contain her own excitement anymore. She took the entire nipple in her mouth and heard a small sigh of relief from above, which quickly turned into a deep moan when Willow bit down.


The redhead switched breasts, giving the same treatment to the left breast and brought one hand up to toy with the now saliva-covered right nipple.


After several minutes just generally adoring Tara’s breasts, Willow moved down to her firm stomach and paid homage to her bellybutton, dipping her tongue in and out. She moved her hands to caress the blonde’s outer thighs, slowly circling inwards until she felt the inner thighs, wet with the taller girl’s juices.


Tara gasped and began to feel light-headed at her girlfriend being so close to her throbbing centre.


“Will, please,” she begged.


“Please what?” Willow said as she looked up with a devilish glint.


Tara just moaned and bucked her hips. But Willow wanted to hear her say it, so she just kept caressing and occasionally squeezing her thighs, while moving her oral attentions to Tara’s hips.


She heard a strangled groan from above and looked up to see pleading eyes look back at her.


“Please what?” she asked again.


“Please make love to me.”


Holding herself up on her forearms, she hovered over Tara, until her face was right above the blondes. She leaned down for a quick kiss and pulled back smiling.


“I wanna taste you, okay?” she asked, shyly.


The blonde nodded, blushing at the idea, but wanting it more than anything.


Moving down her girlfriend’s body and resisting the urge to play with Tara’s luscious breasts again, she knelt between the blonde’s legs and opened her thighs, revealing her glistening centre, her clit already peaking out between her lips and throbbing mercilessly.


“You are so beautiful, Tara,” Willow said, still staring.


Tara bent her knees and spread her legs even more to Willow’s gaze, trusting her completely.


Willow used her thumbs to pull apart Tara’s outer lips.


“So beautiful,” she said before lowering her head.


She inhaled deeply and became intoxicated.


Overcome with desire, Tara bucked her hips and her centre briefly made contact with Willow’s mouth. The blonde groaned at the momentary contact and Willow licked her lips at the first taste she had of her girlfriend.


“Oh my god, baby you taste amazing,” Willow managed to get out before lowering her head fully and licking the entire length of Tara’s centre. She wrapped her arms around the blonde’s thighs to give herself more control as she continued to lick.


“Ugh…Oh god, Willow.”


Willow ran her tongue over every inch of Tara’s core, amazed at the warm wetness. She made contact with her clit, flicking over it in fast strokes.


“Mmmmmhhhh…so good.”


Willow brought her tongue lower, lapping gently at Tara’s entrance, before plunging it as far inside as she could.


Tara’s hands flew to the back of Willow’s head, holding her in place.


The redhead buried her face even deeper, entering her again and again with her tongue, causing her nose to hit against the blonde’s swollen nub.


“Don’t stop, Will. Don’t ever stop.”


Willow felt the thighs under her arms begin to tremble and upped the ante, bringing her mouth back up to the girl’s clit, circling it with her tongue. She closed her lips around the swollen bud and sucked, hard.


Tara felt herself erupt in pleasure, shooting to every nerve in her body as wave after wave washed over her.


“Willooooow!”


Willow felt the fingers in her hair tighten to almost painful levels and opened her mouth wide to accept Tara’s juices, which were now flowing freely.


She continued to lick for another few minutes until Tara seemed to calm down completely and the death grip on her hair eased off. She gave one last soothing lick before lifting her head, smiling smugly.


Tara noticed the smile and that Willow’s entire face was glistening with her juices and felt an overwhelming need to have the redhead.


“I want you up here,” Tara said.


Willow began to move off to the side and up, misunderstanding the blonde’s need, but Tara stopped her.


“No. I want you up here,” she repeated, quirking an eyebrow with intent.


It was then Willow noticed the darkening-every-second blue eyes and gulped in anticipation.


“Yea?”


“Oh yea.”


Willow crawled up the length of Tara’s body and leaned down to kiss her deeply, letting the blonde taste herself, which only served to heighten both of their arousals.


She pulled away and continued to move upwards until her thighs were either side of her girlfriend.


Tara got out a quick “I love you” before gripping the smaller girl’s ass and brought her down so she was straddling her face. She began exploring the hot folds with her tongue.


“Oh god, Tara, yes!”


Tara was lost in the taste and smell of the redhead and tightened her grip on Willow’s buttocks, causing her to cry out.


“That’s so good, baby!”


Tara brought her tongue to Willow’s clit, circling it. She started flicking it at the tip and noticed that her girlfriend bucked into her face every time she did so.


Willow leaned forward to grip the headboard to try and steady herself, effectively pushed herself further into Tara’s face. She was swiftly losing control and was loving every second of it.


Tara brought her lips into play and closed them around the swollen bundle of nerves sucking repeatedly.


“Oh yeah… just like that…”


Tara released the clit and moaned, causing the vibrations to run straight through Willow’s hard nub, making her shudder.


“I’m so close, Tara, please.”


Willow was panting now, barely able to gets the words out but needing to verbalise exactly what she was feeling.


Tara brought her tongue to Willow’s entrance and insert it, running it along the silky walls inside.


“Tara, yes!!”


Willow began bucking against the blonde, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the headboard even tighter.


Tara thrust her tongue in and out, meeting the redheads bucking hips. She felt Willow begin to tremble.


“Oh god Tara, how are you doing this me? I’m gonna…I’m coming…Oh fuck! Tarraaaaaaaa!”


Willow felt ripples of pleasure radiating all over her body and could feel her juices spilling out of her. What she wasn’t prepared for was to feel Tara’s lips close around her clit and the hard sucking motion that followed.


Tara sucked vigorously, not content with a single orgasm, and was rewarded only seconds later when the redhead began quivering above her all over again as the second climax hit her.


“Shit, YES!”


Tara felt Willow’s juices spilling over her chin and began lapping them all up, determined to get every single drop. When she was satisfied the redhead had no more to give, she gently encouraged the still-shaking girl down her body so her head was resting on her chest.


After a moment, the aftershocks wore off and Willow tried to hold herself up, but found her limbs were still too weak. She rolled over so she was on her side, beside Tara, who turned as well so they were facing each other, both of their heads resting on the pillows.


“Wow,” Willow said, still breathless.


“I’ll say,” Tara chuckled.


They both leaned in and met in a tender, chaste kiss. Willow pulled away, with a slightly worried look on her face.


“What’s up?” Tara asked when she saw her features contorted into a frown.


“Nothing… it’s just… I was so… loud. And I didn’t think I’d be like that, y'know? And… and I hope I didn’t like, disgust you or something,” Willow said, a sense of fear running through her.


“Sweetheart, nothing could be further from the truth,” Tara said, tucking a piece of red hair behind Willow’s ear, “I, um, kind of loved it. I loved hearing what I was doing to you. And I love what you do to me.”


“Really?” Willow asked, still not sure.


“Really. I want you to be as loud as you want. And, uh…” Tara trailed off, blushing slightly, “I want you to say whatever you want. Besides, you’re Willow. I’d think something was wrong if you weren’t talking a lot.”


Willow felt a huge sense of relief.


God, she’s amazing.


“So, you, ah, like dirty talk,” she asked, feeling like she could be as open and teasing as she wanted, but still a little bashful.


Tara blushed and planted a playful kiss on Willow’s nose.


“I like,” she responded confidently.


“Good… 'Cause maybe I like it too,” Willow said coyly.


Tara quirked an eyebrow and they both burst out laughing.


“I love you so much,” Willow said after calming down slightly.


“And I love you,” Tara said easily.


Willow smiled tiredly.


“I don’t know about you, but three mind-blowing orgasms in as many hours really knocks the socks off a girl.”


“I agree. Sleep? For real this time?” Tara asked.


“Yeah. But know that I plan on ravishing you non-stop this weekend. Celebrate the holiday and all.”


“We have the rest of our lives to make love. And if tonight is any indicator, it will always be amazing. But I certainly look forward to giving this holiday due celebration.”


Willow’s smile beamed.


She said the rest of our lives!


Tara turned to reach for the blanket, which had fallen on the floor during their lovemaking, giving Willow a delectable view of her ass. She couldn’t resist reaching out and cupping a cheek in each hand.


Tara gasped quietly before grabbing the blanket and looking over her shoulder.


“Enjoying yourself?” she asked with a half-smile.


“Sorry,” Willow grinned, pulling her hands back, not really sorry at all, “Now I know what you feel like I can’t stop myself.”


“You don’t have to. Ever. But I really think we should sleep.”


“Okay,” Willow said, cuddling close as Tara pulled the blanket over them. She leaned closer to her mouth was right next to Tara’s ear, “But tomorrow, your pussy’s mine.”


Tara’s breath quickened at the redheads words, but she calmed herself down and tightened her grip, images of making love with Willow flashing before her eyelids as she drifted off. She felt the steady breathing of her girlfriend beside her and it lulled the final waves of consciousness from her system, falling into a heavy slumber, excited about the next day, the whole weekend and the rest of her life with the sleeping girl in her arms.

[DaddyCatALSO]

Amazing what you can do after a bit of rest and with incentive.

The "knee thing" I used to do with my ex-wife, and used a variant of it in my fic "Old Marrieds" here in Pens.
Willow and the headboard brought back memories of '94 and my first attempts at writing a fantasy novel I still hope to get back to evnetually; Kira the good witch is in the same postion vis a vis the Dowager Queen Elaine and she grips the headboard til her hands hurt.

True love means not objecting to another's cold body parts.

[JustSkipIt]

Thank goodness. I was quite appalled that they would make love with one orgasm each and then go to sleep their first time. Ok, maybe appalled isn't the right word but shocked. I mean don't most people like stay up all night the first time? I have.

Nice smut.

[taralicious]

You know it's true love when you start breaking the furniture.
Not that WIllow and Tara did, however, but it makes me wonder how many bedroom sets are replaced because the lovers broke the headboard.
Shows up a lot more on invoices than you'd think, I'm sure.

[GrimCityGirl]

Wow. simply put... the story is turning out beautifully...keep it coming...

[arsyadriani]

ow..uhm..okay..
channeling Xander here..kinda remind me of uhm..

more please with the dirty talk
RC

[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.

Part 20


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“Okay, Will, I take it back. Making love on the kitchen table was neither awkward nor uncomfortable. This table is pretty sturdy,” Tara said as she pulled their still sweaty bodies together.


Willow just cuddled closer and traced invisible circles on Tara’s stomach.


“This has been the most amazing weekend,” she started, before propping herself up on one elbow, “It almost seems… anticlimactic to have to go back to work tomorrow.”


“In a weekend filled with innumerable climaxes, that’s certainly fitting,” Tara quipped.


The redhead smiled a little then looked down again, making her tracing pattern bigger.


“Besides, missy," the blonde continued, "you only have to work the afternoon. I’ve got to go in for the big management meeting then listen to people complain all day.”


“You love your job.”


“I do. Just like you do.”


Willow sighed and continued circling.


Tara sat up, stopping the attention on her stomach.


“What’s wrong, honey?” she asked, looking her girlfriend in the eye.


Willow shifted slightly, then stood up, pulling her discarded t-shirt and underwear on and left the room, leaving Tara gobsmacked.


The blonde picked up her clothes from around the kitchen as well, putting them on quickly. She was about to turn to pick up her bag when Willow came back in the room carrying a small shiny red box.


The redhead saw Tara fully dressed with bag in hand and instantly rushed over.


“Hey! Where are you going?” she almost cried.


“I – you left and you looked angry or something, I – I didn’t…” Tara tried to answer.


“Tara, no. I just went to get this, see?” Willow responded, holding up the box, then guiding them both to sit on the chairs around the kitchen table.


“Oh,” Tara said, looking away, feeling stupid.


“But that was totally my fault. I should’ve explained. But, um, I was kind of nervous, so I just spazzed out as usual and I’m sorry.”


Tara nodded her head.


“So what’s in the box?” she asked, curious.


Willow put it between them on the table and took both of the blonde’s hands in hers.


“So, you’re my girlfriend. Duh, you knew that. Anyway, we’re girlfriends. Lesbian gay-type lovers I believe I told Buffy once, and I’ve never had a girlfriend before. So it’s new… uncharted territory, if you will. And with you in my life… I’ve never been happier. I’ve been singing in the shower. Oh and sorry about that by the way. That’s the last thing you want to wake up to. Except of course that it got you to come in and join me. That was very of the good. So anyway, I don’t think I can handle not being able to see you or speak to you everyday and if that’s pathetically needy and desperate and all bad things, I again apologise, but like I said uncharted territory…”


Tara was beginning to have trouble keeping up, so she held two fingers to the redhead’s lips, shutting off her words.


“Sweetie, what exactly is it you’re trying to say?” she asked gently.


Willow smiled sheepishly and handed Tara the box. Tara opened it and pulled out a key. She looked back up at her girlfriend with hopeful yet questioning eyes.


“What I’m trying to say, or rather ask, is do you maybe wanna… move in with me?”


Tara’s eyes widened as she looked back and forth between the key and Willow.


“I, um, had it decorated with horses. 'Cause you told me you loved horse riding as a kid…” Willow said nervously when Tara still didn’t say anything.


Tara snapped out of her trance and cupped Willow’s cheek.


“Do you really want me to live in your house?” she asked, wanting to be sure.


“No,” Willow said promptly, causing the blonde’s face to fall, “I want you to live in our house.”


Tara’s face lit up all over again.


“Our… our house?”


“If you want it to be.”


“Oh I want. I definitely want,” Tara said before lunging forward and capturing Willow’s mouth with her own.


She probed her tongue forward and Willow opened her mouth to allow her in. They stayed there kissing for several minutes until Willow stood up and extended her hand.


“Make love to me in our bed?” she asked.


“Always,” Tara replied, taking the offered hand.


They made their way up the stairs, kissing and discarding articles of clothes along the way so by the time they reached the bedroom, Willow was naked and Tara only had her panties on.


“Why am I always the one who gets naked first?” the redhead asked, smirking.


“'Cause you know that I won’t be able to go long before I put my head between your legs and eat you out,” the blonde said saucily.


Tara loved how open she felt around Willow, unafraid to be so… sexual, so forward, so in love. And she knew her girlfriend felt the same. It just added to the intensity of their relationship and Tara delighted in it.


Willow moaned at the words and reached down to the waistband of Tara’s panties, gripping them tightly, before ripping them straight off with a growl.


Tara felt herself getting more wet at her girlfriend’s actions, but tried to act nonchalant.


“Those were my favourite pair.”


“I’ll buy you new ones,” Willow said as she dropped to her knees and grabbed onto Tara’s hips.


She pulled her forward until her mouth was just millimetres away from the girl’s now dripping centre. She inhaled deeply.


“You’re mine,” she breathed before extending her tongue and licking the entire length of Tara’s slit.


“Completely yours,” the blonde said, putting her hands on top of Willow’s head to stabilise herself and opened her legs a bit wider to give her girlfriend more room.


God, it’s like she’s devouring me.


Willow continued licking in and around Tara’s centre, avoiding the throbbing clit for now as the blonde’s groans got louder and more desperate.


Willow finally brought her mouth to Tara’s clit, gently enveloping it. She flicked her tongue over it inside her mouth, and felt the fingers in her hair tighten.


“Will. Bed. Please,” Tara grunted out as she felt her legs begin to give way.


Willow reluctantly stood up and started backing both of them towards the bed, pushing Tara down when they reached it. She climbed on top, holding herself up on outstretched arms.


She looked down at the blonde adoringly, who looked backed with utter devotion. Willow enjoyed the pure intimacy of the position they were in before lowering herself so that their breasts crushed against each other.


Tara gently cupped Willow’s cheeks and pulled her into a tender kiss. The red-hot desire that had dissipated slightly to make way for the loving exchanges started igniting all over again as the smaller girl began moving her body, causing their nipples to caress each other.


Tara felt her nipples hardening almost in time with her clit throbbing and began kissing her girlfriend even more deeply, probing her tongue into the recesses of her mouth.


Willow’s moan was swallowed by Tara’s frantically thrusting tongue. She could feel her juices hotly coating her centre and brought her knee inwards to gauge where Tara was.


She got light-headed when she felt the copious lubrication that was there and felt Tara’s hands move downwards and behind to cup her ass.


Tara squeezed the firm flesh and encouraged the redhead’s knee movements to continue. Willow could feel Tara edging closer and closer and her skin continuously made contact with the girl’s throbbing clit and pulled her knee back down.


Tara broke the kiss and opened her eyes in confusion. Willow saw the desire-ridden midnight blue eyes and knew hers reflected a similar need.


“Please don’t stop,” Tara almost sobbed.


“I’m not,” Willow reassured, her voice heavy, before kneeling in between the blonde’s legs, “Can you bend your legs for me?”


Tara eagerly complied and waited for her girlfriend’s next move. She was momentarily confused when she saw and felt one of her thighs being pushed down by Willow’s and the redheads other leg come to rest over her hip.


Willow’s intentions became abundantly clear when she felt her own lips being parted and her girlfriend easing herself down on top of her, their clits connecting instantly, sending a jolt of pure bliss through both of them.


“Ohhh, god baby!”


“Willow! Yes!”


Willow felt her hips being gripped tightly and pushed forward by Tara, continuing the clit friction that the redhead had started.


The smaller girl leaned forward slightly and put her weight on her arms again, careful not to disturb their gyrations. She could feel their juices mingling as they continued to move against each other.


She had her eyes closed and was focusing on the pleasure searing through her. She groaned in surprise and delight when she felt Tara’s hands move from their rubbing motion on her hips to cup her breasts and squeeze her nipples.


The action caused her open her eyes and she looked down at Tara’s face, her head thrashing back and forth on the pillow, eye’s tightly shut with a look of unadulterated rapture gracing her features.


“Mmmmmhhhh keep going, Willow,” Tara said, unaware of the eyes that were staring intently at her.


Willow continued her gaze further downward and saw Tara’s heaving chest. She became almost hypnotised by the up and down motions of her full breasts and stiff nipples. At that moment she felt Tara pinch her own nipple particularly hard and threw her head back at the glorious agony.


“Fuck yes! Ugh! I’m so close, so, so close.”


“Me too, Will. Come with me, please.”


Willow felt like she had sweat pouring out of every inch of entire body and could see Tara’s hair was plastered to her forehead. She knew they both needed release, and fast, so she increased the momentum behind her movements.


Tara felt the added pressure and her eyes flew open as her hands dropped to either side of her, gripping the bed sheet tightly. She knew she needed to be looking at Willow as they both came.


“Open your eyes, love,” Tara rasped out.


Willow opened her eyes and for a split second, both girls got lost in each other.


Willow felt like she might start crying at the sheer love and intensity she saw that she knew was reflected in her own.


The same thing shocked Tara, she felt as if she was gazing straight into Willow’s soul.


The eye-lock pushed both women even closer to their release.


Tara arched her back and Willow started bucking her hips uncontrollably. They were both teetering on the edge, like their bodies had a thousand rays of ecstasy shooting through them.


“This is it, Tara. I’m coming!”


Tara just grunted in reply as she gripped the sheet even tighter.


They both stilled for a split second, until they came together – hard.


“Tarraaaaaaaa!”


“Willooooow!”


Coming down from their mutual high, Willow collapsed on top of Tara, breathing in synch with the taller girl as they collected their breath and became aware of their surroundings again.


“Holy mother of god, that was amazing,” Willow said as she rolled off of her girlfriend and pulled the blanket over them.


Tara encouraged Willow’s head into the crook of her neck and reached down to intertwine their fingers lovingly.


“You can say that again,” Tara agreed.


“Holy mother of god, that was amazing,” Willow said again playfully.


“You big goof.”


Willow turned her head up to look at Tara.


“Seriously though. That was… there are not even words. I felt like I was a part of you.”


“You are, my beautiful Willow. And, I know. I felt like I was looking right into your soul there at the end.”


“You were. I could feel it,” Willow replied, tenderly stroking Tara’s cheek with her spare hand, “And, you know, that was the biggest orgasm I ever had,” she continued, smiling a broad smile.


“The biggest you say?” Tara asked teasingly.


“Hugest. If that’s even a word. Most huge?” the redhead wondered aloud.


“Um- ”


“Anyway, doesn’t matter. Point is, you are fantastic. And, little lady, I believe I owe you dinner,” Willow finished.


“Ah yes. We got waylaid by being… well, way laid. We still need to clean the table,” Tara said as her brow furrowed, “Little lady?”


“Yep. You’re my little lady. Except these,” Willow responded as she made a grab for Tara’s breasts.


Tara smiled as the redhead began feeling her up again.


“Right. So, um, dinner,” Willow said, grinning and making no effort to move.


“Dinner,” Tara confirmed.


“Hey, I know a lot of your clothes are here and mine are at your place- ”


“My old place,” Tara interjected.


“Your old place,” Willow corrected herself, “So, I was thinking, you have enough stuff here to last till next weekend, and we can always pop in if you need or want something… so can we like officially be living together?”


“Most definitely,” Tara replied without hesitation, “We can move the rest of my stuff next Saturday.”


“You can’t even begin to imagine how unbelievably happy you make me. Do you know how much I love you?”


“Yep. 'Cause it’s the same amount I love you.”


Willow leaned forward so she could nuzzle her nose against Tara’s. She smiled before rolling over the blonde and jumping off the bed.


“Last one downstairs does the dishes!”

[Star Catcher]

Wow, and must I say wow. You are one of a kind! ^^ I've been reading your story since the 3rd post, but haven't de-lurked 'til now. If your worried about going too fast, you're absolutely not. Bring on the bullet train! And, just out of curiousity, because I REALLY don't want this story to end, how far are you intending on carrying this story on for? I hope it's for a looooooooooong time!

[WillowRulez]

Oh, I forgot to leave feedback last night! I was so annoyed with my roomie I couldnt enjoy that update.
Awww... moving in together! That is so cute!
Great update!

[taralicious]

I sheepishly admit that I was hoping that Willow was going to ask Tara if she wanted to use Anya's birthday present despite having asserted that they didn't need it.
Fortunately WIllow is far more forward-thinking by asking Tara to move in with her so they don't have to each go back alone to houses at the endof the day instead of a home that is warmed by their love and lovemaking.
Now, think of all the fun they can have trying out every surface in their home to see if it will support their boisterous excitement.

[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: I'm adding an author's note to include these: Callie and Addison, in case anyone doesn't watch Grey's Anatomy and didn't get the small reference I make to it in this chapter. I don't actually ship those characters, I was more going for Tara liking Addison 'cause she has red hair.

Part 21


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Willow walked through the familiar office space as she moved towards Tara’s office.


“Hey, Miranda,” she greeted the brunette.


They had gotten to know each other since Willow had taken the initiative to meet Tara at her office after work instead of waiting in the lobby.


Miranda knew neither her boss nor Willow abused the fact that they worked so close to each other and respected that about them. She liked her boss, Tara never treated her like a subordinate, despite the fact that she was, and she liked the bubbly, often bouncy girl that was her girlfriend, so she made an effort to clue Willow in on the goings on and what kind of mood she could expect the blonde to be in.


“Hello, Willow,” Miranda greeted back, turning her attention away from the computer screen to the redhead carrying two coffee cups, “How’re you today?”


“Pretty good thanks, and you?”


“You know, Mondays and all. And we kind of had a crisis this morning, I’m not sure exactly what happened but something went down at the meeting this morning. Ms. Maclay already told me she’s having lunch in her office today. I’m, um, sure she’d appreciate it being brought in by you instead of me,” the brunette replied, pushing the wrapped sandwich, apple and bottled water towards the redhead.


“Thank you,” Willow said, smiling gratefully and gathering up the items in her arms before indicating towards the door.


“You can go in,” Miranda confirmed.


Willow went to the door and knocked. She heard a faint “come in” and opened the door.


Tara looked up and got an almost relieved smile on her face when she saw whom it was.


Willow walked over to the desk and put the food and coffees down.


“I come bearing nutritional goodness. Well, I have caffeine and carbs. And an apple, but you don’t like apples so…”


Tara leapt up off of her seat and around to embrace the redhead tightly.


She loosened her hold slightly and brought her lips to Willows, kissing her calmly for a few moments, getting as much comfort as she could.


She pulled back completely and turned to sit back down at her desk, closing her laptop as she did so.


“Um, Tara, I mean, not that I didn’t like it, 'cause you know I love it, but-”


“I got blinds. See?” Tara said, pointing at her windows and the new shutters they had on them, “And we’re both on lunch. And, I, uh, kind of needed that.”


“Rough day?” Willow asked, sitting on one of the other chairs.


“Yeah. A bunch of faked résumés were just found out. Lied about credentials and stuff. So everyone’s breathing down my neck. I’m probably gonna be late home tonight,” Tara said apologetically and taking the coffee that was offered to her.


“That’s okay. I’ll get take-out and save you some. I have to finish the dishes from last night, anyway. I still say you cheated. Distracting me with those lips of yours.”


“You had the whole morning off and you didn’t get the dishes done?” Tara asked, quirking an eyebrow.


“Yea, well, see, I had to do, um, I was busy with…”


“You only got up an hour ago didn’t you?” Tara asked playfully, reaching for her sandwich, “Wanna share?”


“I got a muffin when I got the coffees… but I’ll take the apple!” Willow replied, picking it up and taking a bite, “and, I will have you know that it was an hour and a half. I needed time to dry my hair.”


Tara smiled at her quirky girlfriend.


“I was almost late this morning 'cause I couldn’t stop looking at you sleep,” she admitted shyly.


“Really?” Willow asked surprised, “We, uh, slept together before we actually, um, slept together… and I’m pretty sure my laziness in the morning has been an ever-present feature of our relationship."


“Maybe so. But you were extra cute this morning. Your hair was all tousled and you had a little bit of drool right here,” Tara said, leaning over and rubbing her thumb over the bottom of Willow’s lips.


Willow blushed and took another bite of her apple.


“I do not drool,” she said adamantly.


“Oh you do, my love. Plus, you, um, managed to drag the blanket right off of yourself…”


Willow feigned shocked and threw the now-finished apple core in the trash.


“And you, being the ever dutiful girlfriend covered me right back up so I didn’t catch cold, right? Since you wouldn’t let me put on pyjama’s last
night…”


“Yep. Right after I copped a feel.”


Willow didn’t have time to react as Tara’s phone chose that moment to start ringing loudly. The redhead took her cue to leave and stood up. Tara smiled apologetically.


“I’m sorry, sweetie. I’ll see you at home. And thank you so much for stopping by. Highlight of my day.”


“Love you,” Willow said as she went through the door as Tara picked up the phone.


“Tara Maclay, Human Resources.”


******


Tara put her new key in the door for the first time and opened it.


“Honey, I’m home.”


“In here,” she heard and walked into the living room to see Willow sitting on the sofa, watching Grey’s Anatomy.


She dropped her bag and sat down beside her. Willow instantly wrapped her arm around the blonde’s shoulders.


“There’s Chinese in the fridge.”


“Thank you. But I’m too tired to eat.”


“You wanna talk about it?”


“Nope. I wanna relax with my girl.”


“Buffy called today,” Willow said as she curled the ends of Tara’s hair in her fingers.


“Oh yeah?”


“She’s coming down this weekend with Angel. I know we invited Anya over for Saturday night, do you think it’s cool if they join us as well? Callie is so hot.”


“Um, yeah, of course. I prefer Addison.”


“I read some fanfiction online where those two get together.”


“You still read fanfiction? I thought you said you only did it in high school…”


“Oh! That’s what I meant… in high school.”


“This show wasn’t on when you were in high school…”


“Wanna make out?” Willow said, desperate to change the subject.


“I do owe you a feel after my wandering hands this morning…”


Willow noted the playful tone in Tara’s voice but saw the tiredness in her eyes.


“How about I give you a foot rub instead?”


Tara smiled gratefully.


“You sure?”


Willow grabbed Tara’s feet and swung them onto her lap in response.


“Lie back.”


Tara complied and felt her shoes and socks being removed. Willow started a rubbing motion on the soles of Tara’s feet and gently massaged upwards.


“Mmmmmhhhh Willowhands.”


“I took a reflexology class in college.”


“You really are an over-achiever, aren’t you?” Tara said teasingly.


“Well if you’re complaining, maybe I should just stop,” Willow replied in challenge.


“Don’t you dare,” Tara muttered, loudly enough for the redhead to hear.


Willow continued her attention on Tara’s feet for a few minutes as they both watched the television in silence.


“I was gonna make salmon for everyone on Saturday. And eggplant for you of course. Is that okay?”


“Sounds great. I’ll make desert. Hey, I’ve never made you my speciality.” Tara said as she closed her eyes.


“Which is?”


“Well now it’s gonna be a surprise. But I promise, you’ll love it.”


“Tara! I don’t do well with waiting! Please tell me?” Willow said as she pouted.


“Nope. And I can hear you pouting. We discussed its unfair use…”


“Okay fine. But you owe me.”


Tara opened her eyes and propped herself up on her elbows.


“What do you want?”


Willow looked across the sofa and right into Tara’s eyes.


“Nothing,” she said softly, “I’ve got everything I ever wanted right here.”


Tara adjusted herself so she was sitting beside the redhead. She cupped her cheek and leaned in to kiss her girlfriend.


“What was that for?” Willow asked as they pulled away.


“I need a reason?” Tara asked, stroking the smaller girl’s cheek.


“Never.”


They looked at each other for a few long moments before Tara broke the silence.


“I have to finish some work.”


Willow nodded.


“I’m so sorry. I know I’m home super late and now I have to go again. I promise this doesn’t happen often.”


“Hey, it’s okay. Remember who you’re talking to?”


“You haven’t stayed late at work since we started dating…”


“Well I’ve had other things to occupy my time…” Willow replied, placing her hand on Tara’s thigh and spreading her fingers. She gave a small squeeze.


Tara put her hand on top of Willows, stilling her movements.


“Don’t tempt me sweetie. Our department have to review every single résumé for the entire company and interview the people who even seem slightly suspect.”


“Theres over 10,000 people employed there!”


“Don’t remind me. And remember I told you about those people who don’t exactly like me?”


“I still say you let me set Buffy on them.”


“Well they’re trying to use this as ammunition to have me fired.”


“Now I’m insisting you let me set Buffy on them. Is your job safe?”


“I have a good record and the ‘boss men’ like me. This kind of event is completely unprecedented.”


Willow noticed Tara’s voice begin to break a little and pulled her into a tight hug.


“You are the best, most beautiful, completely non-stuffy manager I have ever met. If anyone can handle this, you can. Okay? And I’ll be right here.”


Tara wiped at the tears that didn’t get a chance to escape and buried her head in Willow’s shoulder, inhaling her scent.


“I love you,” she said, pulling back.


“I love you too. Now get that managerial ass upstairs and start working. I’ll bring you up some tea.”


“Thank you,” Tara said, standing up and leaving the room.


After a moment, Willow stood up as well and made her way into the kitchen.


She put the kettle on and made the tea, a small amount of milk and no sugar, like she knew her girlfriend liked, and carried it up the stairs and into the study where Tara was looking intently at her laptop.


She silently placed the tea down, dropped a kiss on top of the blonde’s head and left the room, going into their bedroom.


It was there, three hours later, that Tara went in, stripped down to just her underwear and crawled in beside the sleeping redhead, the stress and worries of her day dissolving instantly as she felt the warm body beside her wrap their arms around her waist and she was lulled her into a deep, peaceful sleep.

[Taralover]

Willow and Tara are so hot and sexy and loving together *remembers when I was loved and sighs* This fanfic is really doing well.

[Star Catcher]

awww. isn't that nice? crawling into bed and just have your worries dissapate. i hope everything works out for Tara. I would TOTALLY love to see Buffy go kung-fu on someone! well, good luck with more updatey goodness!

[amazon]

Loved the Grey's Anatomy part! I have to admit that I also read Grey's Anatomy fanfic occasionally.

[WillowRulez]

Callie and Addison fanfiction? Oh boy. That thought never crossed my mind!
Hehe, pouting really is unfair. I hope Tara wont get into any real trouble at work, getting fired or something.
Keep up the good work!

[taralicious]

I am relieved that someone answered my question about who Callie and Addison are since I don't watch Gray's Anatomy but there is lots of naughty fun to be had in a hospital; especially t.v. hospitals where everyone is young and good-looking and they somehow manage to treat sick people around all the time they spend cavorting and carousing and generally carrying on with each other.
Now i have a hankering to see Willow in a nurses uniform, ala Jessica Rabbit and have her ask Tara to unbutton her shirt and breathe deeply in and out.

[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 22


******


“That’s the books done, Tare-bear,” Willow said as she walked into the bedroom of Tara’s apartment, “What’s next?”


Tara looked up from where she was clearing her bedside lockers and putting the items into a box.


“Just my wardrobe and then I’m all packed up.”


“Really? I don’t think we’ll even need to make two car trips.”


“Benefit of renting a fully-furnished apartment.”


Willow nodded and grabbed a box from the hallway.


“Okay. So how do you want this done?” she asked as she opened the wardrobe doors.


“Hmm?” Tara replied absently as she gathered a pile of old magazines and threw them in the trash.


“Do you want your clothes put in boxes by type or colour or…?”


Tara stood up straight and walked over to where Willow was standing.


“Um, sweetie? How many ‘book’ boxes are there?”


“Six, of course. I separated them by genre and placed them in alphabetical order.”


“Inside the box?”


“Inside the box.”


Tara gave one of her half-smiles and walked around Willow, stepping in front on her wardrobe. She reached in, gripping the 15 or so articles of clothing hanging up and pulled them off, gently folding them over and placing them in the opened box between both their feet.


Willow looked back between the empty space in the closet and the filled box.


“But…?”


“It’s okay, honey. They’re fine. And I promise we can organise however you want at home.”


“I’ll just, um, do the shoes,” Willow said, looking sheepish.


Tara went back to the bedside lockers while Willow began putting Tara’s shoes in a box. She was reached for the last ones, a pair buckled, black sling-back stilettos.


Okay, I am so borrowing these.


She put them with the rest and was about to stand up when something caught the corner of her eye. She reached in and pulled out a sparkly purple bag.


Why does Tara have a present bag in...? Ohh…Oh wow.


Willow looked at the contents of the bag and flashbacked to Tara’s birthday at the Bronze.


**


“Every Christmas and birthday for the past two years, it’s been similar gifts. Normally I manage to get her to give them to me in private, but that didn’t work out this year.”


“So…” Willow began, raising an eyebrow “You’re telling me you have a collection of gifted sex toys in your apartment?”


“Yep. In a bag in the back of my closet,” Tara replied.


**


Willow glanced back at Tara, who was still busily packing the last of her items, and a wicked idea formed in her head. She grabbed one of the items and shouted to her girlfriend.


“I’m just going to the bathroom, okay Tare?”


“Sure.”


Willow hid the item in front of her and scurried off to the bathroom.


Tara continued packing until she heard a loud “damn” come from the bathroom.


“You okay, Will?” Tara shouted.


“Fine, baby. Perfectly fine,” Willow shouted back.


Tara went back to packing until she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist and pair of lips begin to kiss and nuzzle the back of her neck.


She tilted her neck to the side, offering more to the redhead.


Willow moved upwards towards the ear, sucking the spot she knew Tara loved. When it elicited the moan she was aiming for, she took the blonde’s earlobe between her teeth and nibbled it.


“Will… we can’t…” Tara said.


“We haven’t taken the sheets off the bed yet…” Willow reasoned, “Besides…I have a surprise for you.”


“A s-surprise?”


“Turn around, baby.”


Tara turned around and looked at her girlfriend with heavy-lidded eyes.


“Give me your hand.”


Tara gave Willow her right hand, who gripped her wrist and guided it to the top of her jeans. The redhead popped the button and pulled down the fly with her other hand, then guided Tara’s into her pants.


Tara’s eyes widened in surprise when she felt the plastic member that was inhabiting in Willow’s pants.


“Wha'..?”


“I, um, found your, ah, birthday bag,” Willow said, suddenly nervous.


Tara looked behind Willow at the various boxes and saw the large purple bag nestled between them.


“So… you planned to seduce me, Ms. Rosenberg?”


Willow heard the lust in Tara’s voice and her confidence came back.


“I kind of just… took the opportunity.”


“Anything else you’d like to take?” Tara asked as she undid the buttons on her shirt and walked backwards to the bed. When she got there, she lay down and propped herself up on her elbows, opening her shirt so it revealed the pink bra she was wearing.


“You,” Willow said with a growl as she started towards the bed. Tara holding up a hand stopped her in her tracks.


“Nuh uh. Clothes off first.”


Willow could feel her wetness begin to trickle down her thighs at the blonde’s commanding tone. She quickly whipped her t-shirt off and unhooked her bra, throwing it across the room. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her already loosened jeans and pulled them down, stepping out of them as they pooled around her ankles.


Tara looked up and down the small frame of her girlfriend and at the newly revealed strap-on. She admired how the black harness and dark purple dildo contrasted with the milky white skin of her lover.


She could feel her nipples beginning to strain against the fabric of her bra. Without even realising she was doing it, she unhooked the front clasp and released her left breast, teasing her own nipple.


Willow climbed on the bed and straddled the blonde. She reached down and swatted Tara’s hand out of the way, placing her hands over both breasts.


“This is my job,” she said as she squeezed the firm flesh.


Willow pushed Tara’s shirt and bra off her shoulders and down her arms so the fabric gathered underneath her now-naked upper body. She reached down and unbuttoned Tara’s pants, then slid off the end off the bed.


“Will? Where are you-”


Willow cut her off by grabbing the material of the pants and dragging them down her body.


Tara was all too happy to hand the control over to her girlfriend.


This is her show… I’ll let her lead it.


She felt Willow’s eyes on her and looked up to stare at them. She gulped when she saw them burning with a darker green than she’d ever seen before.


Willow got back on the bed and leaned over Tara. The blonde groaned when the felt the hard bulge against her stomach. Willow ran her hands up and down Tara’s sides sensually.


“I want you really wet,” Willow said as she rubbed inwards towards her lover's breasts.


“Why?” Tara croaked out as her eyes fluttered closed.


Willow leaned down so her lips were millimetres from Tara’s ear.


“So you can take all of me inside you.”


Tara whimpered as she felt the muscles in her stomach tighten at just the words and she pulled the redhead’s mouth to hers, kissing her with a fierce passion.


Willow broke away and began kissing downwards, going in a straight line between her breasts and to her abdomen. She arrived at her belly button and thrust her tongue in and out. She heard Tara moaning incoherently above her and decided to up the stakes.


She brought her hand to Tara’s mound and cupped it firmly, eliciting a gasp from the taller girl. She let a single finger dip into the wetness and bit back a moan at how wet her girl already was.


“Please.”


Willow looked up at the request and saw Tara, eyes tightly shut, with her hands gripping the sheet.


“Not yet. But soon, my love. I promise.”


Willow pulled her hand away and kneeled back.


Tara grunted in protest at the loss of contact and reached a hand down to her own centre. She was centimetres away from providing some much-needed friction on her clit when she felt her wrist being gripped and put back on the bed.


She opened her eyes and looked down.


“I told you. This is my job,” Willow said.


“Then do it. Please!”


“I will.”


Tara grunted again, a sound that only served to arouse Willow more.


“Turn over, baby.”


Tara, too overcome with desire to do anything but comply, quickly turned over to lie on her stomach.


“Good girl,” Willow said as she ran her hands down Tara’s sides again.


She leaned over and began lavishing kisses all over the blonde’s neck and back. She rubbed her hipbones in a circular motion as she moved downwards. When she got to the small of her back, she brought her tongue into play and alternatively licked and kissed the area.


After a few moments, she continued her descent and bestowed the same attention to the cheeks of the blonde’s ass.


Tara’s grip on the sheet resumed as she felt her girlfriend’s hot mouth on her ass cheeks. She moaned loudly when she felt Willow bring her teeth into play, nibbling slightly.


Willow went from cheek to cheek, nibbling and kissing, all the while continuing her motions on Tara’s hips. She continued until Tara was writhing uncontrollably beneath her. Bringing her hands up to separate the cheeks, the licked the length of crevice between them.


“Oh shit, Willow!” Tara moaned as she felt the tongue on her heated flesh and lifted her hips involuntarily.


Willow leaned back again and put a hand underneath the blonde, resting on her stomach. She could fell the muscles jumping.


Tara looked over her shoulder with questioning eyes.


“I want you on your hands and knees.”


Tara nodded wordlessly and got on her hands and knees, her arms shaking a little at first, but quickly steadying.


Willow settled between the blonde’s legs and spread them open a little more with her knees.


She took in the sight before her and began to feel light-headed.


Oh god, she’s so open and ready… waiting for me.


Lowering her head, she circled Tara’s opening with her tongue, before plunging it inside and thrusting at a fast pace, eliciting a string of moans from the other girl. She pulled out after a moments and took a last lick, savouring the taste. She sat back, effectively stopping all contact with her lover.


“Will, please,” Tara almost sobbed.


“You’re ready for me?” Willow asked seductively, as she gathered some of Tara’s wetness in her fingers and ran it along the toy, lubricating it.


“Yes!”


Willow positioned the head of the toy at Tara’s entrance.


“You want me to fill you up?”


“Please, yes!”


Willow decided she’d teased them both to the point of utter frustration.


She just needed to do one thing before she brought them both the release they needed.


“Tara,” she said softly, causing the blonde to look over her shoulder again.


“I love you,” she continued, entering Tara halfway in at the exact same time.


“Oh… love… you!” was all Tara could respond.


Willow started a slow thrusting movement, only going halfway in for now and had to grip Tara’s hips again as she felt the harness hit against her clit at every thrust. She continued in this motion until she heard Tara speak.


“Deeper. Please. Fill me completely.”


On her next thrust she went in all the way.


“Oh fuuuuuuuccccccck!” Tara swore as she matched the redheads thrust rhythm.


Willow loved when she could get Tara to loosen up so much that she swore. She herself knew she used the words frequently in their lovemaking, and knew Tara loved hearing them – it just turned her on more. But the blonde was shyer, she rarely ever swore in everyday life and only once before when they made love. Willow briefly thought that it was kind of odd that she got off on the fact that she’d made her girlfriend swear twice in one session, but her mind quickly cleared to nothing but the in-and-out movement of her hips.


She looked down at the toy burying itself inside her girlfriend and felt like she going to pass out at the sight. She forced herself to look straight ahead so she could continue.


“Faster.”


Willow complied and quickened her thrusts.


“Ugh…That’s so good!”


“So hot, baby. You’re so hot!”


The redhead leaned forwards so her arms were holding her up, stretched out beside Tara’s as she continued to move. The taller girl felt her girlfriend’s pert breasts and hard nipples brushing against her back and moaned at the added contact.


For a few minutes the room was filled with nothing but moaning, grunting and the wet sounds of the toy going in and out.


Tara felt the tension building steadily and knew it would only take a few more deep thrusts for her to succumb to the pleasure.


“Almost there…honey,” she panted out.


Willow, knowing she was close as well, steadied herself back into a kneeling position so she could put more power behind her.


She slowed her thrusts slightly to try and prolong the pleasure for as long as possible and began massaging Tara’s ass cheeks. She brought one hand under her girl and used her thumb to find Tara’s clit. She flicked it twice, causing the blonde’s limbs to spasm and her to cry out.


“Uhhh! Yes!”


Willow flicked again, this time causing Tara’s arms to fully give way, so her forehead was resting on the pillows.


Willow felt her stomach muscles tighten even more at the new position, Tara with her ass in the air, open and exposed.


“Mmmhhhh,” Tara moaned, letting the sensations from everywhere wash over her.


The redhead began to speed up her thrusts again.


“That’s it Willow! I’m so close!”


Willow tried to speak, but for once in her life found herself unable, as she felt every movement against her throbbing, hard clit.


She felt the first wave of orgasm crash over her and stilled for a nano-second, undetectable to most, but to Tara who was feeling every movement the redhead made, the lack of any movement at all was severely noticed.


She was about to turn around to see what was wrong when she felt the thrusting begin again, going twice as fast as before. She realised her girlfriend was coming and groaned at the mere thought that she was inside her as she did so. After a few seconds of the smaller girl's uncontrollable thrusting, she knew she herself was falling over the edge.


She felt like she was exploding straight from her centre, pleasure shooting to every nerve in her body. She was still getting aftershocks when she felt Willow collapse on top of, the toy still buried inside.


A few minutes later, Willow gathered the energy to roll over, pulling the toy out as she did so. Tara whimpered at the lost contact.


“Sorry baby. I meant to ease out.”


“S’okay,” Tara replied hazily, still completely spent.


Willow undid the harness and put it next to bed, before scooting back next to Tara, gathering her in her arms.


“You. Amazing,” Tara managed.


Willow just looked at her and smiled blissfully.


Tara composed herself slightly and looked her girlfriend in the eye.


“That was intense.”


“You’re telling me.”


Willow’s smile turned cheekier.


“What are you thinking?” Tara asked, amused.


“That gave whole new meaning to the concept of ‘packing’.”

[Star Catcher]

I'm sure not looking at packing the same way ever again! Phew, who knew they could be quite the sex monsters? I'm hoping for an update soon. ^^

[ceridwen]

THAT... WAS... HOT!!!

[Nue]

note to self: self, never again read mind-blowing smut at work, ok? now you need a cold shower and you can´t go home now.

[Taralover]

Kinky much.

[taralicious]

Another fantasy has emerged in my mind borne of Willow's question to Tara: "You want me to fill you up?"
Willow in a pair of Daisy Duke shorts and a denim top tied at the waist leaning over Tara's voluptuous curves as she stood, legs spread against her car, saying Yes, please" when Willow asked her the same question.
Full-service never had so much appeal as at Willow's filling station where the baby oil is ever flowing.

[JustSkipIt]

Gosh. Willow and Tara seem to have a high level of proficiency with sex even their first time trying various activities. I'm going to assume that they're just that darned hot and into each other that they are able to master any activity. Go, Girls!

[arsyadriani]

again..you leave me breathless..
thank God I'm in my room not at work otherwise they would be suspicious of my redden and flush cheek
but no complain here..
so..uhmm..*off to bathroom*
RC

[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.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know this chapter ends abruptly, i'm really sorry, but the next update should wrap it up and be a little more...well, Buffy and Anya meet for the first time, lets put it like that.

Part 23


******


Willow peered over Tara’s shoulder, trying to look into the shopping bag that was in her hands.


“Willow…” Tara warned.


“Pfft. I don’t want to know what your super secret dessert is anyway,” Willow replied, waving her hand in an attempt to show an air of indifference.


“I’m hiding this in the spare room,” Tara said as she made a move towards the hallway.


“No, Tare, you don’t have to do that. I won’t look, I promise.”


Tara turned and looked as if she was contemplating what the redhead had said.


Willow saw the reflective look and went forward, hooking her thumbs in the belt loop of Tara’s jeans and pulled the girl forward so they were hip to hip. She moved her hands backwards and cupped Tara’s ass firmly.


“And you know I always make good on my promises,” she said saucily.


Tara instantly flashbacked to their ‘afternoon delight’ as Willow had called it, afterwards, whilst giggling. She remembered feeling as if her girlfriend had been everywhere at once, making her feel pleasure she didn’t even know existed.


She definitely makes good on her promises.


After they’d regained the use of their limbs and had put their clothes back on, Willow had half-jokingly suggested they spend the following day testing the rest of Anya’s presents. ‘To make sure they’re of their merchantable quality’ she had said in a serious voice. In the back of Tara’s mind she thought they might be hard pushed to get through all of them in one day, but the larger part of her, the one filled with nothing but images of the various times and ways they’d made love thus far, smiled and said that it was their duty as responsible consumers to do so. They’d quickly sealed the rest of the boxes and transported them to Willow’s car.


Those boxes were now residing in the empty spare room. They had initially factored in enough time to get Tara unpacked before having to prepare for dinner, but extenuating circumstances prevented that.


Hot, naked and sweaty extenuating circumstances.


Tara blushed at her train of thought and cupped one of Willow’s cheeks, bringing her lips down to kiss her softly.


“I trust you.”


Willow beamed and wrapped her arms around Tara in a tight hug. In doing so she caught sight of the clock that hung above the door to the hallway and yelped.


“Tara! It’s 6:15! They’re gonna be here in 45 minutes!” she said as she ran over to the oven and started pulling pots and pans out in a seemingly random order.


“It’s okay. There’s enough time,” Tara tried to soothe her girlfriend.


“But the table-”


“I set it.”


“The wine-”


“White is the fridge, red is by the fire and there’s beer in the cooler.”


“You’re so hot when you get all organised and – wait! You lit the fire?”


“Yep.”


“You know how to light a fire?”


“It’s really not that difficult, sweetie.”


“So all that needs to be done is getting the food ready?”


“It seems so.”


“Oh,” Willow looked down sheepishly, “I guess I panicked for nothing.”


She got the baking trays that had the fish and eggplant already seasoned and ready to be cooked and put them in the oven on a low heat. Tara watched her girlfriend and noticed she was more jumpy than usual, even for her.


“Honey, what’s wrong?”


Willow looked up and forced a smile.


“Nothing. I’m a-ok. Finey Mc-”


“Don’t Finey McFine Fine me. As adorable as it is, it means you’re hiding something. So what’s wrong?”


“ihaven’ttoldbuffywe’relivingtogetheryet,” Willow said all in one breath, looking down again.


Tara walked over to her and lifted Willow’s chin, looking her in the eye.


“I didn’t quite catch that.”


“I, um, haven’t told Buffy we’re living together yet.”


“Oh,” Tara said, looking away for a split second, enough for Willow to notice.


“Tara-”


“It’s o-okay, you don’t h-have to-”


Willow’s heart broke at hearing Tara stutter.


“I haven’t told her because I wanted to do it together. We’re an ‘us’ now. I don’t mean we have to be like ‘one person’ kind of thing, ‘cause I’m all for independence, but the relationship stuff, I think we’re good at it. And I know Buffy considers you more than just my girlfriend; you’re a friend you know? I mean, you…like Buffy too, right?”


“Of course. I totally consider her a friend. So why we’re you nervous?”


“’Cause I didn’t know how to bring it up. With you I mean. I was gonna suggest it when we were packing you up, but I, um, got distracted. You do that to me a lot.”


“Oh, sweetheart. Never be afraid to tell me things,” Tara said, bringing Willow’s knuckles up to her lips and kissing them.


Willow nodded and shyly brought her other hand up for Tara to kiss.


Tara grinned and kissed the tip of each finger before placing a final kiss on her open palm.


“I need to go get ready,” Tara said softly.


“Can I have a proper kiss first?” Willow asked with child-like innocence.


“You don’t have to ask,” Tara said, grabbing the back of the redhead’s neck lightly and pulling her in for a tender kiss.


Willow grinned into the kiss and brought her hands up to cup Tara’s breasts through her shirt.


Tara pulled away and feigned shock.


“One-track mind,” she accused, but didn’t try to remove the hands that were still on her chest.


Willow squeezed each breast individually and smirked.


“Two-track mind,” she corrected, “Each of these puppies deserve their own separate track in my mind to roam free.”


“Okay,” Tara said, rolling her eyes and taking Willow’s hands off of her, “I really need to go get changed now.”


“Hey,” Willow said as Tara turned to leave, “Love you.”


“Goof. I love you too,” Tara said, walking out of the room.


Willow smiled and went to prepare the vegetables.


****


Half an hour later, Tara came back down the stairs, showered and dressed in a black skirt that flowed down to her calves, white vest-top with lacing down the sides, a blue cardigan that tied just underneath her breasts and finished her outfit of with the same buckled black sling-backs that Willow had been admiring earlier.


She walked into the kitchen and spied her girlfriend, tossing a salad and singing into the salad tongs to The Black Eyed Pea’s ‘My Humps’. She watched for a moment but gave herself away when the redhead starting dancing along and she snickered loudly. She covered her mouth quickly to stop it, but wasn’t fast enough.


Willow spun around, the salad tongs still in hand and looked at the blonde in the doorway, who now looked guilty, but still couldn’t hide the smile on her face.


“Sorry,” Tara started, standing up straight, “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”


Her voice broke on the last word and she burst into giggles.


“Oh yea, laugh it up,” Willow said indignantly.


Tara heard the tone and stopped her laughter.


“Honey…” she started, testing the waters.


“No, its fine, Tara,” Willow said in the same clipped tone.


Tara walked over and hugged Willow from behind, resting her head on the redhead’s shoulder. Willow didn’t acknowledge the motion but didn’t shrug her off either so Tara took it as a positive sign.


“I’m sorry sweetheart. I wasn’t laughing at you, I promise.”


Willow still didn’t say anything as she went back to tossing the salad.


“I’ll do the dishes for a week.”


The redhead spun around in Tara’s arms.


“Done,” she said, smirking.


“Hey!” Tara said, stunned, “You were faking!”


*Ding, dong*


“Saved by the bell,” Tara said, pulling back.


“I always had a huge crush on Kelly…”


“Thin ice, Rosenberg,” Tara warned jokingly as she headed to the front door.


“Hey baby?” Willow asked, causing the blonde to turn around, “You look beautiful.”


Tara smiled and continued to the door, pulling it open to reveal Buffy and a tall, dark-haired man standing beside her.


“Tara! Hi!” Buffy said as she jumped forward and embraced the blonde.


Tara hugged her right back.


“Hey Buffy,” she said, pulling back and looking at the man, “You must be Liam.”


“Oh it’s, Angel. I haven’t been called Liam in like a hundred years.”


Buffy and Tara looked expectantly at Angel who still stood at the threshold of the door.


“Jesus, Angel, would you get over it already and just come in,” Buffy said exasperatedly.


Angel just cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably.


Buffy sighed.


“Tara, would you mind inviting Angel in? He has serious childhood manners issues that he refuses to go to therapy for.”


“Oh! Um, sure,” Tara said, hesitating only momentarily, not quite sure how to word it, “Angel, you’re invited in.”


Angel walked in and held out his hand to Tara in a warm, yet not overly friendly greeting.


“It’s nice to meet you, Tara.”


“You too, Angel,” she said as she took the hand and shook it firmly.


They broke their handshake and Tara led them into the living room. Buffy and Angel took a seat on the sofa and relaxed into it.


“Drinks?” Tara offered.


“Uh, beer would be good,” Angel said.


“Sure. And-”


“TARA!”


All three looked towards the kitchen, where the shout had come from.


“Rum and coke, right Buffy?” Tara said as she rushed to the doorway.


“Am I that predictable?”


“I’m just that good.”


The girls smiled at each other and Tara continued into the kitchen through the dining room.


“Willow, what’s wrong?” she asked when she got there.


“The potatoes aren’t cooking, the water won’t boil and I can’t fit everything in the oven!” Willow cried into her hands.


Tara walked over and rubbed the smaller girl’s arms up and down.


“Sshh, honey. You’re a great cook, what’s up tonight? Are you still nervous?”


Willow nodded silently.


“Why don’t you go loosen up with the Buffy and Angel and I’ll finish off in here. Anya will be here in a minute as well.”


Tara saw Willow visibly pale at the mention of Anya.


“And I’ve asked her to be on her best behaviour.”


Tara grabbed two beers from the fridge and handed them to her girlfriend.


“Make a rum and coke for Buffy and go and relax okay. I’ll come in when dinner’s ready.”


With that, Tara went about looking after the food and Willow quickly made a rum and coke before exiting to her dinner guests.

[WillowRulez]

Ohh, take-charge-Willow for a change! But like Star Catcher I probably wont look at packing ever the same way again!

“Don’t Finey McFine Fine me. As adorable as it is, it means you’re hiding something. So what’s wrong?”

Awww, she knows her so well already!
I wonder how Buffy will react to the news