Frothy Goodness [AU] (Complete)

[taralicious]

Symmetry is the only way to describe the effect which ripples out from Tara proposing to Willow in turn to put them on equal footing.
The spa getaway weekend is the ideal location for lots of pampered goodness to be had by the pair of them.
They could just stay in their suite and massage each other but they might as well avail themselves of the objective third party relaxation experts since the trip was paid for.

[Nue]

*waiting the explosion*

[WillowRulez]

I like it that Tara bought Willow a ring too. In most stories (here I go again...) usually only Tara wears an engagement ring and I always found that utterly ridiculous.
Can't wait for more!

[Star Catcher]

And to think, in just a few hours you're going to fill out the rest of that lovely scene. <3 I love how you had Tara get another ring for Willow. Hehe, another method to ward off potential suitors. Ahhh, a spa. Well, I've never been to one, but it sounds interesting enough. ^^ I'll be sitting here waiting patiently for the next update!

[Zampsa1975]

Yay for great update-y goodness... Big yay for Tara finally being able to fully enjoy the physical side of their relationship... So now they have a wedding set out. Big yay also for Tara sneakily getting Willow an engament ring. I hope that they are able to do all the planning and get their wedding dresses in few months... Can't wait to see how Willow is going to worship her soon-to-be Wife...

[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 37


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“I believe you’re right,” Willow responded, kneeling in front her love.


She tilted her head upwards to capture Tara’s lips. Both girls felt an awakening passion inside them that they’d had to temper for the past few weeks, neither wanting to go too far, to start something that they wouldn’t be able to finish until Tara had healed. Their eyes fluttered closed as the kiss got more heated.


Willow sucked the blonde’s bottom lip into her mouth, eliciting a moan from the blonde, who reached behind to cup the smaller girl’s neck, bringing their mouths closer.


Willow released the lip and bit down slightly. Tara tightened her hold on the redhead’s neck and opened her mouth. She felt a warm tongue slide in to meet hers and began languidly stroking it.


Willow reached upwards and began slowly undoing the buttons on her fiancée’s blouse. She popped the last one and brought her two hands to caress the soft skin of Tara’s waist. She sighed softly into the kiss, feeling her fingertips tingle at the contact she’d been missing.


Tara shrugged the blouse off her shoulders and felt Willow begin to stand and lean over her, encouraging her to lie back. She complied and pushed herself up the bed, kicking off her shoes as she did so.


Continuing the kiss as best she could, Willow lay down beside the blonde, copying the blonde in removing her own shoes, pulling her socks off with the tips of her toes as well. Both girls were on their sides, hands running up and down each other. Tara squeezed the flesh just above the redhead’s hips and Willow pulled apart from the kiss, giggling.


“Ticklish,” she explained sheepishly.


Tara responded by pulling the smaller girl’s t-shirt upwards. Willow pulled it the rest of the way off and the blonde cupped the small breast that was still encased in the black cotton bra.


“This ticklish?” she asked, her eyes darkening and her voice husky.


“N-no,” Willow responded, the moisture in her mouth having gone further south, “I think that’s a very good area to – oh god.”


Her words were interrupted as she felt Tara pinch her nipple through her bra and a shot of pleasurable pain went through her.


Tara leaned down and began planting kisses down Willow’s collarbone and down the valley between her breasts. She reached behind with one hand and undid the clasp that was denying her full access to what she wanted. With only limited fumbling, she felt the release of material and dragged the straps down freckly shoulders, slowly, kissing each newly-revealed piece of flesh until the redhead was completely topless, moaning incoherently as Tara suckled on a rosy nipple, feeling it harden even more in her mouth.


Willow was running her hands through Tara’s hair, relishing in the silky texture as her breasts got lavished with attention.


She gently persuaded Tara’s head upwards, crushing their mouths together while her hands got to work on undoing the buttons on the blonde’s skirt. She put the third and final button through the hole and pushed the fabric down to the blonde’s knees, where Tara kicked it off, carefully so as not to hurt her wound.


Willow broke the kiss to look down, admiring her lover’s purple underwear, and the distinction of the dark material against her lover’s creamy torso and thighs.


“Sexy lingerie…” she said, more to herself than the blonde, tracing the fabric around the swell of the large breasts.


“Maybe I was planning on seducing you,” Tara replied, still breathless from the kiss.


Willow got up and quickly unbuckled her belt, shaking herself free of her jeans. She lay back on the bed and pulled Tara on top of her.


“I’d say you’re doing a very good job,” she said, bringing her hands to undo Tara’s bra, “But you look good enough to eat.”


“I think we can test that theory later…”


Willow bit her lip at the sultry tone as she pulled Tara’s bra from her, feeling their nipples come into contact.


“I’ve missed you,” Tara said, bringing her thigh into Willow’s centre, feeling her wetness even through her underwear.


Willow gasped and started moving against Tara’s thigh, getting a sense of warmth throughout her entire body. She could feel the sexual tension from the past number of weeks quickly coming to the surface and knew it would only take a little more friction to get the release she was desperately seeking. As soon as she realised that, she knew she needed to put the brakes on a little bit.


Gradually stilling her movements until Tara’s thigh was just resting on her centre, she carefully manoeuvred them so the blonde was on her back and Willow was hovering over her.


“Too fast,” she said softly, leaning down to place kisses over both of Tara’s eyelids, her nose, her lips, down her chin and collarbone until she arrived at two heaving breasts, a light flush already surrounding them.


Tara sighed quietly as she finally felt the redhead’s lips wrap around a taut nipple after some gloriously agonising minutes of light kisses on the flesh of her breasts and teasing licks around her areola. The sigh quickly turned into a groan of delight when Willow began alternatively biting down and sucking, in such quick succession that the blonde didn’t know which was happening at any one time.


Willow quickly switched sides, giving the same treatment to the other breast while bringing one hand up to tweak the abandoned nipple. Tara reached one hand out to grasp the blanket beneath her, her knuckles going white under the tight hold.


As she heard her fiancée’s moans become frantic, Willow released the nipple in her mouth, and began trailing kisses again, this time down the blonde’s stomach, getting ever closer to her ultimate goal. She softly kissed the scarring where the knife had gone in, then brushed her lips over the surgery scar. She felt Tara stiffen beneath her.


“Are you okay? Did I hurt you? If you’re not ready…”


“No, I want to,” Tara reassured, “And the doctor says its okay.”


Willow sat back so she was kneeling between Tara’s legs.


“But you’re scared?” she asked tenderly.


Tara thought about it for a moment, then shook her head.


“No. I’m never scared with you. Um, maybe…” she started, then trailed off shyly.


“Hey, honey, no embarrassment,” Willow said, then stood up and slipped her panties off, “I’m standing in front of you, naked.”


She did a twirl, causing Tara to giggle. The redhead resumed her kneeling position.


“What is it?” she asked, lightly trailing her hands up and down Tara’s thigh.


“Maybe…no fingers?” Tara asked, bashful.


Willow smiled at her shyly and nodded her understanding.


“I’ll be gentle,” she promised.


“I know you will.”


Willow hooked her thumbs under the waistband of Tara’s panties and leaned over her again, kissing her with all the passion she had. She slipped her tongue inside the blonde’s mouth, running it everywhere, mimicking what she would be doing lower down, shortly.


Tara moaned into the kiss in anticipation and bucked her hips. Willow took the hint and moved to remove the purple panties as best she could without breaking their kiss. When she’d gotten them as low as she could, she regretfully pulled her lips away and sat back, Tara bending her knees to help finally rid her of the last clothing barrier between them.


Willow settled herself into a comfortable lying position, her shoulders between Tara’s thighs, head just inches above her centre. She inhaled the sweet aroma of her lover’s arousal and licked her lips as she looked at the soft downy hairs, pearls of moisture literally dripping onto the bed beneath them.


“Nice and wet,” she said, so quietly that Tara almost didn’t hear. Almost.


“More for you to lick up,” the blonde replied, her confidence quickly coming back as she spread her legs, wantonly exposing herself for the redhead.


Willow growled in response and lowered her head, licking the juice that had accumulated on Tara’s inner thighs. The taller girl whimpered as she felt the redhead’s hot breath just above where she needed her most.


Willow looked up and caught Tara’s eye, then reached up to clasp hands with her.


“I love you, baby.”


Tara didn’t get a chance to respond as Willow brought her mouth down and collected as much wetness as she could.


“Oh god, Willow.”


Willow was feeling overjoyed as she became reacquainted with the centre of her lover’s being, tasting the blonde’s desire for her. One part of her wanted to bring her mouth up to the taller girl’s bundle of nerves and quickly give her the release she needed, but the larger part wanted to take it slow and gentle. She’d promised worshipping, and she fully intended to keep that promise.


She slowly explored the wet heat, avoiding the blonde’s pulsing clit. Bringing her tongue down, she pushed it inside her lover, feeling the silky walls contract, trying to grasp onto the wriggling muscle.


Tara’s spare hand flew to the back of Willow’s head, pushing her further into her centre. The push caused the redhead’s nose to hit against her clit, making Tara cry out.


“Uhh! Don’t stop.”


Willow started thrusting her tongue in and out, in alternating speeds; slowly dragging out and pushing back in then flattening her tongue and quickly darting it in and out.


Tara could feel the tension in her entire body as Willow’s tongue continued to do exactly as she’d promised.


She was exactly right. There’s no other word for it. Worshipping.


Willow sensed where Tara was at and stopped her thrusting, moving her tongue up and over the blonde’s clit, feeling it throb even faster beneath her.


Tara gasped when she felt the pressure on her hard nub and released her hold on the smaller girl’s hair to grip onto the blanket again. A second later, she felt warm lips wrap around her clit. One hard sucking motion and she was gone.


“Willow…”


Her quiet word of release was followed by a sharp gasp and a long guttural moan as her back arched and her toes curled. Colours flew behind her eyelids as she felt the orgasm flow through her, radiating pleasure to every nerve in her body.


Willow knew her fiancée had relaxed when the grip on their still-conjoined hands loosened. She gave the blonde’s clit one last kiss before sitting back, looking over Tara to make sure she was still okay, that nothing had been hurt in their lovemaking.


Tara sensed eyes on her and her own flickered open in response. She saw a look on the redhead’s face that crossed between thrilled, worried and downright horniness.


“Wow, love,” she said, giving in hand in hers a squeeze, “That was amazing.”


“No pain?” Willow checked.


“No pain. Now…”


Tara was about to get up and reverse their positions but Willow stopped her.


More than anything, the redhead wanted to feel Tara’s touch, but she was afraid that after she had had her own orgasm that anymore exertion would cause damage to the still-healing inner workings of her lover.


“You don’t have to,” she said, huskier than she intended, “I don’t wanna overdo it.”


The blonde knew she wasn’t going to win an argument with Willow where her own health was in question. In actuality, she didn’t want to argue, she wanted to make love to her fiancée, so she decided to compromise.


“Spread your legs,” she said assertively.


“Tara…”


“Spread. Your. Legs,” Tara repeated, slipping her own leg between the smaller girls and parting them slightly to demonstrate.


Willow gulped and nodded her compliance, spreading her legs, one either side of Tara’s.


Tara brought her hand up to the redhead’s slick centre, completely overflowing with juices.


“You seem good and ready…and doing it like this isn’t gonna put my body under any pressure… so, please, honey. Let me?”


“Make love to me, Tara.”


Tara brought two fingers up to Willow’s entrance and slowly pushed in, feeling contractions instantly.


“Oh god, oh god…Tarrraaaa…” the redhead almost screamed in pleasure as she began moving against the blonde’s fingers.


Tara matched the rhythm that Willow was setting, slow to start but quickly building up pace. She watched as the smaller girl moved up and down, engulfing her fingers completely.


“That’s it, Willow. Ride my fingers,” she gently encouraged.


Willow bit her bottom lip and started riding her faster and harder, taking as much as she could inside. Tara grabbed onto the redhead’s hip, pushing her forwards each time she pulled back.


“More,” Willow asked, her copious juices meaning two fingers provided little friction.


Tara slipped a third one inside and thrust even harder, reaching for her lover’s sweet spot. Willow let out a deep moan as Tara reached her aim, hitting against it at each thrust.


The blonde watched as Willow’s small breasts bounced above her, her nipples hard and her chest flushed as the initial stage of her orgasm began to break over her. Tara brought her thumb up and pressed it against the redhead’s swollen clit, sending her over the edge.


“Ta…Tar…TAAARRRAAA!”


Willow furiously bucked against her fiancée’s fingers as she came, Tara keeping up the pace. When the smaller girl began to slow, Tara copied, reducing the speed of her thrusts gradually.


When the redhead finally opened eyes, Tara gave the girl’s clit one last flick and pulled her fingers out. Willow took the opportunity to collapse beside her on the bed, completely spent. She turned to look at Tara, a goofy smile on her face.


“Now that is how you celebrate an engagement.”

[Zampsa1975]

Yay for excellent update-y goodness... That really was a great way to celebrate an engement! Good that Tara told Willow that her body was not yet ready for full Willow-loving...

[WillowRulez]

That definitely was a great celebration
Am also glad that Tara let Willow know she didnt feel up to a wild bout yet.

[amazon]

Oh god....You broke me...

[Poniac]

Oh dear, that was ummm very very good, I think I need to umm go now..

[taralicious]

I have this image in my mind of Willow and Tara in an adult version of "Faery Tale Theater" play-acting LIttle Red Riding Hood where Tara is in bed, wearing her sexy lingerie, declaring to her fiancee "my, Willow, what a long tongue you have" and Willow in the heroine's costume replying "All the better to eat you with, my dear." With a twinkle in her eye and stealing one of Tara's trademark crooked half smiles, she proceeds to do so.

[Willowtree252]

Forgive me for being tardy to this amazing story. Your writing is like an explosion of joy and love. I have been getting so much enjoyment out of the art that you have created on this board pure art. Dia

[Star Catcher]

Well uh, go smut! .................. I think I need to go now. ......Nah I'll do it later. I like how both Willow and Tara were being cautious of Tara's wound. I hope lots of fluff comes next! ^^ But, uh, if you'll excuse me.....I think I urgently need to go before I start to read the update again. Thank god for cold showers!

[Nue]

oh, Willow being worried about Tara is always so nice... they´ll be together forever, there´s no need to rush... but really amazing how they celebrate their engagement ^^

and Take-Charge-Tara is ALWAYS great!

[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.

Part 38


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Tara slipped the robe off her shoulders and subconsciously covered her naked chest. She lay down on her stomach on one of the two tables set up in the dimly lit room and inhaled the sandalwood aroma that lingered in the air.


She turned her head when she heard the door opening and saw her fiancée walk in, looking something akin to a burnt marshmallow with the flame-red of her hair framing the large white robe around her body. Tara giggled at the image and Willow turned to her, smirking.


“Just because I’m being encased by enough fluffy whiteness to mimic the snowfall on top of the Alps, does not mean you get to laugh.”


“I’m sorry honey, but you look ador…” the blonde trailed off as Willow took the robe off, leaving her in just a pair of flimsy blue panties decorated with stars, “Make that delicious.”


Willow walked over and put her hands on Tara’s shoulders, giving them a light squeeze.


“Oh, baby, someone’s a little tense.”


“Lucky we’re getting massages then,” the blonde quipped in response.


Willow got a glint in her eye and moved off to the side, idly running her hands up and down Tara’s back.


“Sweetie, what are you doing?”


“I think you need a pre-massage massage,” the redhead replied as she got on the table, straddling Tara’s ass.


“Willow, the masseuses are gonna be here in a…oh god, you have magic fingers.”


“I’ve been told.”


Tara snapped her head around and frowned at the other girl. Willow saw the frown and gave her a reassuring smile in return.


“By you. I’ve been told by you. Although they’re usually showing you some different kind of magic.”


Tara chuckled and relaxed into the kneading pressure the redhead was providing on her lower back, gradually moving upwards. Willow’s knuckles were just about to dig in to the middle of the blonde’s back when the door swung open and two young women, one brunette and one blonde, dressed in plain black clothing, one carrying a tray of oils and the other a small pile of towels.


Tara put her head down, trying to stifle a laugh, while Willow let out an embarrassed squeak and covered her upper body.


She hopped off the table, arms still across her chest and looked at them sheepishly, the colour of her face matching her hair.


“Sorry…we were, um, getting ready.”


“That’s quite alright,” the brunette said, the epitome of professionalism, as she placed the oils in her hand on a small table next to where Tara was lying, “If you need some more time…”


Tara couldn’t help the snort that came out as Willow blushed even deeper.


“No, no, we’re good,” the redhead said, lying stomach-down on the table opposite Tara.


The blonde masseuse covered both girls lower half with a towel.


“My name’s Laura,” she said to both of them, then pointed to her colleague, “And this is Melanie. We’ll be doing an Aromatherapy massage on you today, which is a combination of regular massage therapy and essential oils. Do either of you have any questions?”


Willow and Tara shook their head ‘no’ and both masseuses smiled.


“Okay,” Melanie spoke up, “If either of you feel uncomfortable during your session, please let us know.”


The couple nodded their understanding and settled into their surroundings. The masseuses got to work at relaxing and loosening up the muscles of their clients.


Ninety minutes later, two very chilled out ladies walked out of the room and continued onto their pedicure appointment, both very much looking forward to the weekend of pampering that lay ahead.


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“Home sweet home,” Willow said as she closed the door behind her, dropping both of their bags unceremoniously on the floor.


Three days of indulgence, various beauty treatments and some much-needed body contact with each other left the two lovers in a very peaceful frame of mind, looking forward to the final week before they would be going back to work.


Tara was delighted that she was going to be able to start doing ‘normal’ things again, the things she had taken for granted, like cooking dinner or being able to carry more than one glass at a time. She knew she still had to be careful, and overdoing it would just make her full recovery period even longer. She was also incredibly grateful that she had such amazing girlfriend.


Fiancée. She’s my fiancée. Still getting used to calling her that.


She walked over and spun Willow around into her arms, landing a firm, loving kiss on the smaller girls lips.


The redhead broke the kiss and looked at Tara with a silly smile.


“What was that for?”


“Do I need a reason to kiss my wonderful, amazing spectacular fiancée?”


Tara replied, leaving the embrace and sitting on the sofa.


“Okay,” the redhead responded, following the blonde into the living room,


“What do you want?”


Tara smirked at her girl’s suspicious nature and dragged her down onto the sofa beside her.


“I want,” she said, manoeuvring them so Willow’s legs were lying between Tara’s and they were spooning above the waist, “To thank you. For making sure I got the best care possible these past few weeks.”


“Nothing but the best for my girl. And feel free to kiss me like that anytime you’re feeling particularly grateful for something. Even if it’s not me. I’m sure the earth would deem it quite acceptable to thank it for a nice sunny day by planting a big wet one on me.”


“Should I put that in my vows? ‘I promise to make out with you at least once a day’?”


Willow turned her head around to lock eyes with Tara, a look of pure horror on her face.


“Once a day, Tara? Once a day?”


“I said ‘at least’,” the blonde replied sheepishly.


“Good. ’Cause Tara-smoochies shouldn’t have any restrictions, least of all time. Pfft. Once a day.”


Tara had to stifle a laugh at the redhead’s indignant response and leaned down to kiss her again.


“How about I cook dinner to make up for my preposterous statement?”


“Um, can I help? I’ve really missed us cooking together,” Willow said, her slight blush at the admission making Tara’s heart melt.


“Sounds perfect. Do we need to go grocery shopping?”


“Probably. But can we wait ‘til tomorrow? We’ve got enough to throw something together tonight. I’m much too happy right now to let that big supermarket where everything is impossible to find put me in a bad mood.”


“So what are we cooking?”


Willow lay her head down on the blonde’s chest and thought about it for a few moments. Tara stroked her hair absent-mindedly.


“How about your veggie lasagne? But without the carrots.”


Willow made a disgusted face as she thought of her least-favourite vegetable and a visible shudder went through her.


“What if I hide them? You won’t even taste it, I promise. They’re good for you.”


Willow sat up and stroked Tara’s cheek.


“You’re gonna be a great mother.”


Tara’s eyes widened and her face broke out in a huge grin.


“Is that a ‘yes’ to carrots?”


“If I see even a hint of orange…”


“You won’t. Okay,” the taller girl continued, standing up and pulling the redhead up with her, “You’re on chopping, I’m on sauces.”


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“You sure you’re ready to do this?” Willow asked gently as the two women stood outside the high-rise building that was Evanston Dynamics, their mutual place of work that neither had set foot near for over a month.


“Willow, he’s behind bars, he can’t get hurt me again. And I know there’s a lot more people in here who support me than are against me.”


“Okay. But I got Miranda to set up a private IM account on your computer. Even if you just need an ‘I love you’, I’m one click away.”


“I need one now,” Tara replied in a small voice.


Willow squeezed the hand that was in hers, turned and faced her fiancée and leaned in so their lips were millimetres apart.


“I love you.”


Tara closed the gap between them and kissed the redhead tenderly until a series of wolf whistles from a passing car made them pull away, blushing.


“Well, come on,” Tara said, starting to walk inside, her firm grip on Willow’s hand meaning the redhead wasn’t far behind, “I can’t be late on my first day back.”


They walked through the lobby, Steve greeting them both warmly, and got into the empty elevator, Willow pressing the 12 and 22 buttons to get them to their respective floors. Sensing the blonde’s need for quiet comfort, she rubbed over her fiancée’s knuckles and placed a small kiss on the side of her neck.


The doors opened on 12, signalling the redhead’s stop. She stepped out and turned around to look at Tara.


“Kick ass, love,” she said as the doors closed and saw the start of a smirk on Tara’s face.


Tara took a deep breath as she watched the number 21 light up and waited for what seemed like an eternity as it slowly dimmed and the doors opened onto 22. Her floor. She exhaled and walked out, striding confidently through the floor. She was surprised at the amount of genuine smiles her colleagues sent her way. She was even more surprised when a relatively new member of the Performance Management team, that she had hired herself, stopped her just short of getting into her office.


“Miss Maclay? I just wanted to say how good it is to have you back. The guy they sent as your replacement couldn’t hold a candle to you. So, welcome back.”


She scurried off before Tara had a chance to respond. The blonde continued towards her office, a myriad of emotions going through her, but one thought kept pushing itself to the forefront of her mind, and that thought gave her a sense of confidence she hadn’t quite regained beforehand.


It’s good to be back.

[taranwillow4ever]

I loved the scene in the spa. It made me laugh out loud.

[Zampsa1975]

Yay for good update-y goodness... Good that both had a nice arrival at work...

[WillowRulez]

How rude of the masseuses to just walk in without knocking!
Willow dislikes carrots?! I cant understand that.
I hope Tara will be alright and that she wont have any nightmares or something now that she has returned to work.

[JujuDeRoussie]

Hi

It is so nice to have an angst-free fic to read daily.

Thanks!

Julia

[Taralover]

You write such good sex scenes (that's for the earlier chapter btw.)

[Willowtree252]

I run to the computer everyday looking for updates and they are always mmmm, mmmm, mmmmm finger licking good.

[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: I have nothing more to say other than formatting the first part of this update was a bitch, so if there's any mistakes, let me know and I'll fix them. I've been through it pretty carefully and I think it's okay, but you know, fresh eyes and all. Oh and as always, thank you for continuing to read!

Part 39


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Maclay.HR: Hey beautiful.

Tara’sGirl: Tara! Hey! How’s work going? I’m not interrupting, am I?

Maclay.HR: I instant messaged you, remember? And hey, why do you get a cool screen name? Which I like very much, by the way.

Tara’sGirl: You can change yours. Just go to the little options tab at the top of the screen.

RecentlyStabbed: Like that?

Tara’sGirl: Tara, that’s not funny!

IKnowWhereWillowHidesHerGlasses: How about that?

Tara’sGirl: Also not funny. And much too long. SN’s are supposed to be short and snappy.

Willow’sWoman: I know how much you like alliteration.

Tara’sGirl: Now there’s a handle.

Willow’sWoman: Handle?

Tara’sGirl: Geek speak. Means screen name.

Tara’sGirl: How’s your first day back? What’re you up to?

Willow’sWoman: Good actually. The guy they brought in while I was gone wouldn’t know his Empowerment/Enablement scheme from Management-by-Objectives, though.

Willow'sWoman: He left a bit of a mess to clean up. And I’m just working through lunch, but I figured I deserved a break to IM my favourite girl. What are you doing?

Tara’sGirl: You know I love it when you speak manager to me. I’m playing Solitaire. Well, I was. I beat the computer, then you started chatting.

Tara’sGirl:

Willow’sWoman: Um, what was that?

Tara’sGirl: Duh, baby. It was a dancing pink elephant.

Willow’sWoman: Do they have a little symbol thingy for ‘quirked eyebrow’?

Tara’sGirl: Umm…this: ? They’re called emoticons. If you put the words in between stars though, it usually conveys the same meaning. Like *waves*.

Tara'sGirl: Except if would be weird for me to virtually wave at you half-way through our conversation

Willow’sWoman: This is like learning a whole new language.

Tara’sGirl: We haven’t even started on Internet acronyms yet. ROFL, IMHO, BTW. There’s hundreds.

Willow’sWoman: Your ‘geek speak’ is making me hot.

Tara’sGirl: ALG

Willow’sWoman: ?

Tara’sGirl: Ain’t Love Grand

Willow’sWoman:

Tara’sGirl: Hey, look! >> right now. Among other things…

Tara’sGirl: *Leans in, interested* Like what?

Willow’sWoman: Like leaning you over my desk and feeling your tight walls contract around me.

Tara’sGirl: *Gulp* Tara?

Willow’sWoman: Yes?

Tara’sGirl: I can be in your office in two minutes.

Willow’sWoman: I’ll get the blinds.

Tara’sGirl has logged out

Willow walked towards the door of Tara’s office, trying to keep a cool demenour in front of the few workers who weren’t out at lunch on the HR floor and was extremely thankful that Miranda wasn’t one of those few.


She slipped through into the large office and Tara pounced on her, pushing her up against the wooden door, clicking the lock into place as she did so.


The blonde instantly latched onto Willow’s neck, sucking and licking any piece of flesh she could. The redhead pulled her up, their lips meeting in a fiery embrace.


Tara pulled back after a minute, looking at her lover through heavy lidded eyes.


“Miranda’s back in thirty minutes. Take your panties off and lean over that desk.”


Willow groaned and slid her underwear down her legs. Tara grabbed them from her and brought them to her face, inhaling deeply.


“Mmmhhh…Willow-scent.”


“Oh god, baby,” the redhead said, rushing to the desk and leaning over it, “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I really, really like it.”


Tara sauntered over and flipped her fiancée’s skirt upwards, revealing firm butt-cheeks. She idly ran her hands over the flesh, looking on like a bird would stalk its pray. Willow moaned loudly when she felt the blonde’s touch.


“We have to be quiet, Will. Thin walls.”


“Tara, I have been fantasying about you taking me like this, in your office, for months. I don’t think I can stay quiet.”


Tara replied with a resounding *smack* on the lithe girl’s ass, which just made her moan louder and buck her hips into the desk.


“Oh god, I’ll stay quiet, I’ll stay quiet, just please, do that again!”


Tara looked pleasantly surprised for a moment and continued to fondle the soft skin, slipping a finger down into wetness momentarily.


“So, you liked that?”


Willow turned her head and fixed the blonde with a steady gaze.


“Tara, I want you to fuck me and spank me, in any order you see fit, combined if you wish, and because of our need to be quiet, my normal confirmations of enjoyment might not be as apparent, but I assure you, I will be loving it. Are we good?”


Tara again gave a non-verbal response as she pushed two fingers inside the redhead without preamble, her other hand still stroking her butt cheeks.


“I love your ass, honey,” the blonde remarked casually, like they were talking about the weather, “So firm, and round and perfect…”


Willow pushed back to take as much of the fingers as she could, biting her lip in an effort not to make any noise. She was thoroughly enjoying the contrast of her completely-covered upper body moving against the desk, her breasts pushing into the hard wood, causing delightful shivers to run from her nipples through to her centre, which was already tightening around the long fingers which were reaching even deeper in each thrust, and her open and exposed lower-half, currently being loved with soft, yet firm touches as she moved towards orgasm.


Tara continued thrusting and stretched her fingers to reach for the spongy tissue inside. At the same time that she made contact, she brought her spare hand down firmly again, making a red hand-shaped mark on her lover’s behind.


Willow nearly bucked off the table at double sensation, using all her willpower not to cry out.


“Baby, baby,” she whispered, just loud enough for Tara to hear, “Do it again, make me come.”


The taller girl was more than happy to fulfil the request and continued thrusting, using her own hips to put more power behind them


“Say it, say you want it,” she said, as quiet as the redhead had been before.


“Spank me, Tara.”


The firm and fast series of answering smacks on Willow’s ass, turning it a similar colour to her hair, did it’s purpose of sending the girl over the edge, a powerful rush of ecstasy going through her as she brought her own hand up to her mouth to silence her screams of joy.


A few moments later she felt Tara pull out and looked around to see her licking her fingers clean, oblivious that Willow was even watching. She stood up again on shaky legs and turned to face the blonde.


“In your chair.”


“Huh?” the blonde asked, taking a final lick.


“I want you, in your desk chair, with my head between your legs. That okay?”


Tara nodded silently, slightly shocked by how bold they were both being, not only making with the lovin’ in the middle of the work day, but the demanding nature in which they wanted each other. There was a primal need that seemed to be emanating from themselves and filling the entire room with a desire to take, to have the other girl. Willow seemed to be having a similar train of thought.


“You had your turn. Now I want mine,” she said as she pushed the blonde towards said chair, grabbing her before she fell into it.


“Lift your skirt up.”


Tara grabbed the material of her skirt and pulled it upwards, resulting in a delighted yet curious grin from her lover.


“I saw you put on those panties with the little duck on the front this morning…”


“I took them off just before you got here.”


“Now that was very presumptuous,” Willow said, running a single finger up the blonde’s slit, collecting the juices, “When we get home and have some more time to burn, I might just have to show you how good that spanking felt as a punishment.”


She saw a shiver go through the taller girl and felt a similar response stir in her own groin at the image she had conjured.


“Time check, love?” she asked quietly.


Tara looked at the computer screen that Willow had her back to and at the little clock at the bottom of the screen.


“Fifteen minutes.”


“Well then,” the redhead replied, pushing Tara down onto the chair and getting on her knees in front of the girl, “I better get to work.”


She brought one hand under the blonde’s shirt, pulling the material of her bra aside to cup one breast, squeezing the nipple as she did so.


Tara gasped and gripped one hand onto the arm of the chair, the other flying to the back of Willow’s head, pushing her into her centre, already soaking wet from making love to her fiancée, her little bundle of nerves throbbing mercilessly as it sought some kind of friction.


At the first contact of the other girl’s tongue flicking at her clit, Tara threw her head back and starting moving against the probing muscle, groaning in frustration when it moved away to do some gentle exploration. Tara was not in the mood for gentle exploration. She yanked at the back of the smaller girl’s head, pulling her away from where they both wanted her to be most. Willow grunted in dissatisfaction.


“Sweetie, this is no time for teasing. Either put your tongue in me or suck on my clit, okay?”


Willow stared at her wide-eyed for a second. Tara was beyond being shocked at what was coming out of her own mouth, she was far too gone, much too in need of release.


“I..I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say the word ‘clit’ before…Why do people think you’re shy again?”


“Willow…”


The redhead heard the warning tone and relented.


“Clit-action it is. Love you, baby,” she said before diving back in, this time focusing solely on her lover’s hard nub, attacking it with fervour.


She tried to synch her tongue’s motions as best she could with how her fingers were working on the nipple above. When she ran her tongue over the throbbing clit, her thumb brushed over the nipple. When she sucked, the nipple got pinched.


Barely minutes into this simultaneous action and Tara felt the waves of orgasm start in her. Willow recognised the hitched breathing and soft sounds that she had come to love hearing so much and kept up her ministrations. Just as she felt the other girl begin to come, she took her hand out from beneath the shirt and brought it up to Tara’s mouth, covering it as she began to nibble on her clit.


Tara bucked uncontrollably against Willow’s tongue, thankful the redhead had thought to cover her mouth as she knew the sheer bliss running through her would cause her to scream and yell in delight.


Just when she felt herself start to come down from the high, the redhead propelled three fingers inside her, instantly giving her a second orgasm so strong that she had to physically bite down on the hand over her mouth to contain the noises that threatened to erupt.


Willow was having as much fun as Tara, licking up all the juice she could find. No matter how many times she’d been in this situation, no matter how many times she knew she’d get to be here again, she savoured each drop like it was the last time she’d get to taste it. She felt the blonde’s limbs go limp in the chair but couldn’t bring herself to leave the warm haven she was in. Knowing that her fingers would start to become intrusive soon, she gently extracted them, sucking them into mouth, refusing to let any juices go untasted.


“I need a kiss, honey.”


Willow pulled away at the sound of her fiancée talking and looked up.


Tara looked back with puppy dog eyes and the redhead stood up, immediately being pulled into the lap of her lover for a steamy kiss.


They pulled away and rested their foreheads against each other.


“Wow, wow, wow,” Willow said, in awe.


“Nothing like some illicit loving to get your work ethic back.”


“Wasn’t illicit. Expressing our love could never be illicit.”


“I know, love,” Tara responded, leaning in for a gentle kiss.


“I better get back downstairs…”


The blonde nodded in agreement, then leaned down and picked up Willow’s discarded panties.


“But I’m keeping these.”


“Fine,” the redhead replied, standing up and opening Tara’s top drawer, the duck panties on top, “Then these are mine.”


“How’d you know they were in there?”


“I know my girl," Willow stopped and brought the underwear up to her nose to inhale and shivered, "Oh god, I need to leave before I ravish you all over again, employee's be damned. I’ll come back up when it’s home time, yea?”


“Perfect,” the blonde responded as she watched her fiancée move towards the door, “Oh and Willow?”


“Yea?”


“You might wanna wipe your mouth before going out that door. Otherwise our efforts to keep quiet would’ve been in vain.”

[Taralover]

Those two are sex-obsessed at times.

[Zampsa1975]

Yay for great update-y goodness... That was one heck of a way to spend a first day back at work... I guess that the lunch-break-naughtiness could become a regular thing for our two horndogs...

[taranwillow4ever]

Loved it. Your IM format was really good. You write really hot sex scenes!! I was so happy to see an update. Keep up the writing!!!

[Nue]

ha, they´re IM each other! I just laughed hard about Tara´s ignorance about emoticons and IM XD so funny ^^ and her screenames XDDD

and office-sex? ok, now I wanna try!

[amazon]

Yay, spanking!
Loved the chat in the beginning. Sooo cute

[WillowRulez]

Hihi, funny mention of the emoticon.
Hot office sex
Loving it, as usual

[taralicious]

Dual updatey goodness as follows
Willow and Tara were so totally busted by the aromatherapists but working in an environment like that, where their clientele are couples, they've seen it all and are trained to exercise discretion and professionalism.
Willow's carrot phobia might be an offshoot from the pony fear since carrots are a primary food which are fed to horses.
WIllow and Tara left their inhibitions behind along with their stress as their first day back made them see stars and made me smoke a cigarette afterwards.
Damn, but I loved the hardcore s/m imagery of Tara bending Willow over her desk and Willow pouncing on Tara in her desk chair.

[Willowtree252]

I love the IM's it reminded me of days gone by. love , love, loveing this story.