by Laragh » Sat Aug 01, 2009 10:31 am
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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 31
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Tara slowly became aware of sunlight shimmering in through open curtains. She opened her eyes and was met by a sea of red, more vibrant than the normal red hair that she woke up too. She blinked a couple of times to reduce the blurriness behind her eyelids and the object in front of her came in to focus. A single red rose.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, beautiful,” Willow said when she realised Tara was awake.
Tara blinked a few more times, then a broad smile appeared on her face.
She gently took the rose from Willow’s hand and inhaled its aroma deeply. Twirling the stem in her fingers, she turned to face her girlfriend, who was lying beside her, fully dressed in her work clothes. Willow leaned forward and placed gentle kisses all over Tara’s face, ending up on her full lips, which she kissed soundly.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Tara said, still sleepy, and brought the rose between them, “This is beautiful.”
“One rose means ‘I love you’. So do fifty, but I knew if I tried to sneak fifty roses in the house last night you would have seen and ruined it and it would have been a really bad start to Valentine’s Day and might mess up our special dinner and I don’t want anything ruining our special dinner.”
“So you’re trying to say you love me?”
“Yes. I am trying to say I love you.”
“Come here, silly.”
Tara cupped the back of Willow’s head, with the rose still in her hand, and brought their lips together again. After a few minutes of just kissing, they pulled back.
“You’re never awake before me...” Tara began suspiciously, “What’s up?”
“I wanted to wake you up with the rose and breakfast. But I didn’t know what you wanted to eat.”
Tara got a coy look on her face and turned slightly to put the flower on the bedside table, then swiftly moved so she was on top of Willow, her arms holding her up either side of Willow’s head.
“You,” she said, pulling at the hem of the shirt the redhead was wearing, and whipping it off.
She started nipping and kissing at Willow’s neck, sucking sporadically on her pulse point.
“What, mmmhhh, about my breakfast plans?”
Tara looked up and kissed her chin.
“I have a little plan of my own.”
She trailed kisses down her sternum and pulled her bra up, releasing two pert breasts.
“Besides,” she continued, taking a nipple in her mouth and sucking it, “I have everything I want for breakfast right here.”
Willow groaned and gave into the pleasure.
Tara continued to lavish attention to the breasts, taking one entirely in her mouth while her fingers toyed with the other nipple.
She lifted her head and used both her hands to fondle the firm flesh.
“Delicious.”
Willow looked down to her.
“But I know something even more delicious...” Tara said, bringing one hand down to reach under Willow’s skirt and caress her thigh, “Think I’ll be able to eat?”
Willow squeezed her thighs together at the blonde’s words, trapping Tara’s hand and pushing it upwards so she was grazing the moist panties.
Tara pressed her fingers firmly against the fabric and felt the moisture seeping through. She knelt in between the redhead’s legs.
“Lift your hips.”
Willow complied and felt her underwear being pulled down to her knees and her skirt being flipped over her torso, coming to rest just below her breasts. She tried to open her legs but was constricted by the fabric of her panties.
“Tara...take them off?” she pleaded.
Tara was feeling incredibly aroused and licked her lips subconsciously at the sight of her lover.
“You want them off?” she asked, meeting the redhead’s eye.
Willow nodded.
Tara saw the flush rising in her girlfriends face and slowly pulled the panties the rest of the way off. Willow instantly let her legs fall open. Tara saw her juices already dampening the thighs in front of her and leaned down to lick them, savouring the taste before sitting back up.
“Is that what you want me to do? Taste you?”
Willow grunted and bucked her hips forward.
“Tell me what you want, Willow.”
“Please, baby?”
“You know I’d do anything for you.”
Willow thought she would explode if Tara didn’t touch her soon, so she decided to comply with the blonde’s request, fully and completely.
“C’mere,” she said, prompting Tara to lift herself over her girlfriend again so they were face-to-face, “Wanna know what I want?”
“Tell me.”
Willow’s eyes glazed over as she took in Tara’s beauty.
“I want you make love to me. Hold me in your arms while you bring me to those incredible places that only you can. Feel me inside, feel how much I love you. Touch me where only you ever have and only you ever will. I want you to take what’s yours, Tara. I want you to take me. ”
Tara leaned down and covered the redhead’s lips with her own, running her tongue along the bottom lip and was swiftly granted entrance. She lowered herself slightly so she was lying on top of Willow and brought her now-free hands up to cup the flustered cheeks of her girlfriend. She explored the redhead’s mouth whole-heartedly, drinking from her, taking oxygen. After a moment, she felt the smaller girl move her tongue forwards, swapping their exchange into Tara’s mouth, where she copied the blonde’s motions. Only when getting more air was becoming a real concern did they pull away, Tara resting her head on Willow’s forehead.
“I will love you forever,” she panted softly.
Willow stared into her eyes for a few long moments before speaking in an equally hushed tone.
“Skin, baby.”
Tara understood immediately and sat up, taking Willow with her, who let her open shirt fall off her shoulders and unhooked her jumbled bra, sliding it down her arms. Tara lifted her arms silently and the redhead slowly divested her of her tank top, taking in each piece of newly revealed skin as she went.
When they were both topless, Willow ran her hands through the soft blonde hair and then moved to place one palm over a wildly-beating heart.
“Your heart’s beating like crazy,” she said, somewhat awed.
Tara reached over and put her own hand over Willow’s heart.
“Yours is too. Crazy in love, I guess,” she said, smiling, “I know I’m crazy about you.”
Willow popped the buttons on her skirt and pulled Tara’s boxer shorts that she had worn to bed down as far as she could, which wasn’t far seeing as the blonde was kneeling in front of her. Tara took the hint and sat backwards, taking the boxers off the rest of the way. Willow lay back down and Tara dragged the opened skirt down her legs and off her body, so they were both naked.
Tara lay down on her side; head beside Willow’s on the pillow and rested her hand on the flat stomach of her girlfriend, looking up and down her small form, admiring every inch of the body she had spent countless hours touching, kissing and just generally loving.
When Tara made no movement other than the light tapping her fingers were doing, Willow turned her head to meet the blonde’s gaze.
“Are you okay?” she asked gently, not wanting anything to be wrong with the woman she loved.
Tara blinked herself out of her trance and gave Willow a half-smile.
“I’m perfect. Just had to admire your beauty for a minute. You still take my breath away, no matter how many times I’ve seen you and touched you. I can hardly believe you’re mine.”
Willow traced the outline of Tara’s lips with her thumb, and then went in for a chaste kiss.
“Touch me,” she said, bringing Tara’s hand down to cup her sex, “Believe it.”
Tara let two fingers fall in between Willow’s lips and scooped up some of her juices.
“You’re so wet,” she said, lifting her fingers to examine the glistening juices on them.
Willow caught Tara’s wrist and sucked one finger in her mouth, nodding towards the blonde to do the same with the other one. Tara did so and licked all of Willow’s essence off her finger, fluttering her eyes closed at the taste.
Willow released the finger in her mouth and Tara instantly brought it to her own, sucking them both.
“You do that to me, love. One look and I’m soaked. One touch and all thought flies out the window. Lie on me, Tara. Touch me. Feel me. Let me feel you.”
Tara positioned herself once again over the redhead and kissed her softly before lowering her body on top of Willow’s. Willow propelled her tongue forwards when she felt the full body contact, and met its eager twin to begin a passionate duel inside the blonde’s mouth.
She moved her hands to cup Tara’s buttocks, pulling her closer and felt the taller girl begin to move against her sensually. She moved one hand lower and circled Tara’s opening with her finger.
Tara broke the kiss and moved her lips to Willow’s neck, licking around her pulse point, then blowing hot air over the same spot. The smaller girl shuddered beneath her.
“Oh please, baby, please be inside me.”
Tara slipped a hand in between their bodies and pinched Willow’s clit, still lavishing attention to her sensitive neck. She dragged her hand downwards and pushed one finger inside to the first knuckle, keeping it still.
Willow brought her hands up and gently encouraged Tara’s head away from her neck and they rested their foreheads against each other. Willow slid her hand between and stroked Tara’s wrist of the finger that was motionless inside her, before gliding through her girlfriend’s wetness and probed her opening again. Both girls were silent, keeping their eyes locked the entire time. Tara brought her finger out and placed two at the redhead’s entrance.
“You mean the world to me, Willow,” she said as she slowly pushed forward until she was all the way inside.
Willow gasped as she felt herself being filled and thrust her own fingers inside the tight channel that was waiting for them.
“Oh, love,” she breathed, never leaving her girlfriend’s gaze, as they both began moving inside each other.
“I feel you,” Tara said as she stretched her fingers and dragged them against the spongy spot inside her lover she knew would please.
“Belong to you,” Willow panted out, moaning and reaching for Tara’s sweet spot as well.
“And I belong to you.”
Willow didn’t have any coherent thought in her mind anymore, all she knew was that she was being loved and was loving in return and that was all she needed.
Tara, on the other hand, had only one thought flowing through her mind, one word.
Willow.
They continued to stare into each other’s eyes as their motions below the waist got faster. Emerald green gazed into sea blue and the blue eyes stared right back.
“I love you.”
Neither girl knew which of them said it, whether they both did or whether it went completely unspoken, yet understood, but suddenly tears formed behind eyelids as they mutually began experiencing the first waves of their release.
Willow didn’t know how to handle the intense feelings of love and devotion she had coursing through her, so she did the only thing she knew would express to the love of her life everything, every emotion, every thought. She used her free hand to push at the back of Tara’s head and crushed her mouth to the blonde’s.
As soon as their lips met, both girls fell over the edge, into a world filled with nothing but each other and intense pleasure. Their screams were swallowed by each other’s tongues as they clashed, inside Willow’s mouth, inside Tara’s mouth, outside of both of their mouths. Always in contact, always feeling, always loving.
Their ministrations below became gentler and gentler, as in perfect synch they came down from their high until they stopped stroking and slowly pulled out of their kiss, lingering for a few moments, just tenderly moving their lips against each other, before pulling apart completely, still out of breath, still with unshed tears in their eyes.
“You are the most beautiful creature in the entire world,” Willow said as she let the tears fall, and saw Tara let a few stray droplets out as well.
“Not as long as you’re around,” Tara responded, nuzzling her nose against her girlfriends.
“I could stay like this forever.”
Tara smiled, then glanced sideways and caught sight of the time and groaned.
“Oh god sweetie, we’re already late for work.”
“We could play hooky...” Willow said, grinning devilishly.
“Both of us? That would be kind of suspect. And I kind of have a very important conference call at eleven...”
“Okay, okay. But just...one minute? Just like this, inside each other? Please? We can drive in.”
“Of course. I love you so much.”
“I know. I know.”
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Eventually they dragged themselves away from each other and quickly showered and arrived into work. Tara called Willow around lunchtime to tell her she had to stay late, so that she’d meet her at home.
Willow was initially worried, but Tara was quick to assure her that she wouldn’t miss their special dinner. Willow knew that night had to go perfectly and she was damned if she’d let a work crisis get in her way.
Putting the final touches onto her outfit, she clasped the earrings Tara had gotten her for Christmas and put her Bubbe’s necklace around her neck. She heard her cell phone ringing downstairs and rushed down to get it, not checking the caller ID before answering.
“Hey baby, you almost do-”
She listened for a moment to the voice on the other end.
“I’ll be right there,” she said, before dropping the phone and rushing out the door.
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Laragh on Sat Aug 01, 2009 2:13 pm, edited 3 times in total.
^^ I love Tara's aunt, I don't actually realize why Willow would be that nervous to meet Tara's aunt. Though, yes, in a matter I do get it. Tara sneaking out, eh? Wonder why. Can't wait for the next update! (Merry Christmas, Willow and Tara! ^^)
you better update this soon and tell us i everything's ok. i can't handle this stat of not knowing-ness. *pout* upadate? please?
), but at this moment I feel nothing. O_O I-I, oh god. It's great to know this has a happy ending, but,.... do we really have to go through hell to reach heaven? I mean, can't we just take the short cut, or-or the side map? I'm sure it's much better than Tara getting stabbed by that stupid, ugly, ass Warren Meers. I mean really, who does he think he is? And thinking that Tara prostituded herself for the job? How ludicrous is that? Thank god there are people like Steve and Anya out there. And how's Willow going to pull through? You know, I'm still kind of hoping that the doctor got the wrong set of people. Feeds my denialistic nature at this moment better. And Nikki? What are they going to tell Nikki? What about Buffy? I still refuse to believe that Tara's dead. Please pull a trick out of your sleeve, I can't live like this. *pout* Update soon, please. I can't take anxiety good.