Hello kittens. I’m baaaaack…he-he-he and I bring forth many smoochies.
Now I tried to make this heavy on the lovin’ and light on the dirt. I’m not sure if I succeeded though. Be warned: This next piece is rated Nc-17 to R for sexual content if that is not your cup of tea go to England they’ve got plenty of brand names to choose from.
I would like to thank the very patient, very lovely Pixie for her assistance. I knew I sucked at punctuation and she proved me right. Thanks Michele you’re a sweetheart for correcting my many mistakes. Willow’s girl- katy- foreverpiper and Xita : Thank you for the encouraging the smut. (Sniff! Wiping away emotional tears)
This takes place a couple of weeks after Halloween. They haven’t been together yet because Willow wanted to wait for the perfect moment.
I think I should give this part a name. How about…
Willow and Tara sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G (Come on everybody sing along now)
They walked through the cleared path holding hands and
taking in the beauty that surrounded them. Their pace
was unhurried, they relished breathing in the cool and
clean air. Fall was nearly over and brightly colored
leaves seemed to weave a special tapestry of colors
around and under them. The forest was not only green,
there were bright tones of yellow, orange
and red throughout their surroundings.
“This is all so beautiful” Tara commented,
almost lost in wonder.
Willow turned to the blonde and looked her straight in
the eyes, “Not as beautiful as you.”
Tara smiled as brightly as the sun. “Flatterer.”
Willow raised a playful eyebrow. “Will
flattery and sweet talk still get me anywhere with
you?”
Tara nodded and answered half-seriously.
“To the ends of the earth and back.”
Willow responded with a half smile, taking the
Blonde’s hand in her own, “We won’t
have to go as far as that. Come with me.”
The redhead led them off the main path towards the woods.
They walked though an intricate maze of tall and aromatic pine trees.
After fifteen minutes or so Tara gently let go of Willow’s hand and stopped their
Trekking, needing to satisfy her curiosity. They
were supposed to be heading towards the lake and
picnic area and this path was leading them
almost to the opposite direction.
“ Will, where are we going?”
Willow took a step forward and put the palm of her
hand lovingly on Tara’s face. “Do you trust
me?”
Tara’s expression softened at Willow’s tone of voice.
It was soft and pleading, full of hope. This was an important question and Tara could
tell that the redhead was anxious about the answer.
Sometimes after facing circumstances that put us at
odds with what we feel and what we’ve believed in,
it’s natural to have doubts about what is to come.
But after accepting that perfection can be an imperfect thing, we make a
choice to either stop believing or we go on to forgive completely and we love again without
reserve, without letting fear overshadow what is in our hearts.
The answers are not always so easy to sort out within ourselves.
But standing there in the middle of the forest looking
into those green universes that contained Willow’s
soul Tara did not hesitate to know the answer to that
crucial question, did she trust Willow?
She took the redhead’s hand and kissed the
palm lightly before answering truthfully from her soul,
“Yes I do.”
Willow’s face broke into an impossibly huge smile and
her heart swelled with joy. She knew that the door
that she had once closed had now been opened,
and she would do everything in her power to keep it
from shutting her out ever again.
They walked for some time in comfortable silence
enjoying the landscape and the company. Tara followed
Willow’s lead through the colorful forest, more
than a little curious as to what her girlfriend was up
to. They stopped for some refreshments and talked
about everything and nothing in particular. They were
content to feel the warmth of the sun on their faces
and the cool comfort that the shade under the trees
had to offer.
It was almost late afternoon when they started on
their way again. Willow started leading them down the
side of a grassy hill. The slope wasn’t that steep, but Willow
kept a watchful eye on Tara and offered her hand in
support all the way down to the beginning of the
valley. Soon after, they came upon a clearing, a
beautifully rich meadow colored by all kinds of wild
flowers . Both girls smiled and silently thanked the
Goddess for letting them witness such magnificence
together.
Willow’s heart skipped a beat when she saw Tara’s
happiness reflected in the wonder of her sky-blue eyes.
The red head asked softly, “Do you like what you
see?”
Tara turned to look at Willow up and down and answered
with a coy smile, “Oh I like…very, very much.”
Willow blushed, thrown by the playful and flirty
Answer. “I mean the landscape, you vixen.
Tara giggled lightly at her girlfriend’s response.
“That’s exactly what I meant too. So is this the big mystery
destination? It’s really nice.”
Willow rolled her eyes at Tara’s feigned innocence and
answered with a touch of seriousness to her voice,
“No this isn’t it. You said you trusted me right?”
Tara answered without hesitation, “Yes,of course”
Willow bent down and began to unlace her hiking boots.
“O.k then. Take off your shoes, close your eyes and I’ll guide you the
rest of the way.”
Tara was curious but she really trust Willow so
she followed her girl’s lead, obediently taking off
her shoes and closing her eyes waiting for Willow to
make the next move.
They walked for about five minutes, the momentary lack
of sight was allowing Tara’s other senses to be
more aware of their surroundings. Her bare feet felt
wonderful on the crisp grass. It tickled the inside of her toes
in a relaxing way. Tara was glad that Willow had asked her
to bare her feet.
She could smell pine trees nearby and other
sweet aromas that permeated the air. Willow’s
hand felt soft like the clouds and warm like a
comforting fire. Tara felt safe even though she
couldn’t see and she realized that she trusted Willow
enough again to let her guide her. She let go of every
doubt and fully enjoyed the moment.
Her ears perked up at every sound - the rustling of falling leaves,
the birds singing merrily on the branches.
Her senses were so alive she swore she could actually hear the fluttering
of butterfly wings somewhere around them.
Then she heard the soft roaring and falling of water.
She felt Willow gently squeeze her hand and then let go.
They came to a stop and Willow broke the silence.
“We’re here, you can open your eyes now.”
Tara opened her eyes slowly letting them adjust to the light of day
Again. When she could focus her breath got caught in her throat.
Right in front her were two magnificent sights.
One was of a grand water fall that broke into white sheets of foam as it hit
the jagged rocks at the sides and seemed to disappear into an almost-perfect
circle of clear green water.
The second thing to greet her eyes was by the edge of the lagoon under a
magnificent tree. A table was set up with a white table cloth and a centerpiece of yellow
daisies. A bottle of wine lay in a silver cooler that glistened in the sunlight and a big
picnic basket was hanging over from one of the branches.
Two place settings and two fold-up chairs completed the very surreal image of an intimate meal set in the middle of a forest, with a cascade flowing in the background making the breaking waters sound like nature’s own symphony.
Tara was finding it difficult to believe her eyes, never mind speaking.
Willow asked nervously, “Well…do you like it?”
Tara was overwhelmed by emotion and almost didn’t find
her voice. “I- I love it. Willow how did you? When did you?”
Willow looked to the ground and bit her lower lip.
“I…It wasn’t all me…I sort of cheated. Buffy, Xander, Dawn and even Anya helped me
out. They’re camping near by just in case and Buffy is
on perimeter check so a no –monster- getaway is guaranteed. I wanted to do
something special for you.”
Tara threw herself into Willow’s arms, nearly
knocking both of them over. “Willow, this is wonderful-special and wonderful- and having our
friends help isn’t cheating. I’ll have to thank them sometime.”
Willow held her girl tight and tried out a fake pout
while making puppy dog eyes at her. “Thank
them? What about me?”
Tara looked down, finding her girl’s eyes. And she felt like getting
lost in them forever. “I think I’ll thank you first and best of all.”
With that she leaned down to meet the pouty and enticing lips in a slow and deep kiss that left them both nearly swaying on their feet.
Willow broke away with a dreamy look in her eyes and a
goofy grin on her face. “Mhhm…wow. You’re welcome.”
They kept their foreheads pressed together for awhile,
neither wanting to break away from the other.
Willow remembered that the day was only beginning and
she was the first to step away, taking Tara with her
towards the table. She pulled out the chair for the
blonde like she had on their first “on the way to
reconciling” date, only this time there was no need to
wrestle over-zealous waiters out of the way.
“This is really nice, Willow. I can’t believe you went through so much trouble.” Tara said as she
took in her surroundings again.
Willow reached for the basket and busily set out he numerous goodies she and her
friends had packed for the occasion. “Nothing is trouble when it comes to you. If anything I wish it
could be more. You know, like jet you off to Paris and some fabulous five star hotel suite.”
Tara smiled brightly, looking down at her plate of fruit and cheeses.
“I think this is perfect.”
Willow opened the bottle of Chablis and poured them
both some cool white wine. “You wouldn’t prefer Rome in June, lunch at the Piazza?”
Tara took Willow’s hand in her own and kissed the
knuckles almost with reverence. “Here, Paris, the moon, Delaware or the army anywhere you’re with me is, I repeat, absolutely perfect.
Willow gave a half smile as she leaned forward and kissed her girl soundly on the lips.
“I see someone has been practicing her sweet talk.”
Tara answered with giddiness in her voice, “Mhhhmm…yeah…gummy
bears, chocolate shakes, candy canes…” She finished with a playful wagging of her eyebrows
They both giggled lightly, enjoying the banter.
Willow shook her head. “Oh please stop.” Willow’s expression turned serious. “No actually don’t stop, your sweet talk is just one of the things I’ve missed and thought would never be able to get back.”
Tara was touched by her girlfriend's words and answered her with emotion.
“We’ll always find each other. No matter how upset I was with you, I always hoped and some small part of me just knew. Because no matter what, love is what I feel when I think of you.”
Willow’s eyes brimmed with happy tears and she reached over the small table to place a soft
kiss on Tara’s lips. “You always know what to say. Oh, look I’m crying all over the strawberries,
now they’ll be salty.” she said while wiping away the drops from her eyes.
Tara reached over and wiped the rest of them away. “Then no more crying, happy or otherwise.
I think we’ve cried enough. Now let’s eat, I’m starving.”
Willow gave a little smile “Right no more tears. Food good.”
They took their time enjoying their lunch. The Scoobies had gone nuts in packing their basket. There was a vast selection of fruits, cheeses, cold-cuts, sandwiches and sweets. They talked, smiled, flirted and fed each other, completely enjoying their time alone and away from the world and monster chases.
Before they knew it night had fallen and the sky was clear and star-filled.
Both girls lay on a blanket and gazed at the firmament.
They spotted the big pineapple and the L’il pile of crackers.
They also saw some new constellations and proceeded to give them proper names
like take-out box, Pillsbury dough-boy, hello-kitty head, cherry bomb and, their personal new
favorite, chocolate sundae with nuts. This time was special and unique.
It was something that they could only enjoy with each other.
It was another perfect example of one of the things that Willow had missed in Tara’s absence. When Tara had left, Willow had stopped looking up at the night skies.
The moon and stars made no sense to the redhead if she couldn’t share them with her love.
Willow gazed at the moon for a moment before propping herself on her elbow to contemplate Tara’s face, thinking just how beautiful the blonde looked just then, bathed in moonlight and with the soft
glow of the fire dancing on her face.
“What?” Tara asked, curious about Willow’s intent stare-fest.
“You’re beautiful” The redhead responded
Tara reached to touch a lock of Willow’s red tresses.
“No, you are. By this light your hair becomes one with the flames.”
Willow leaned down to kiss Tara and gently coaxed her down to the blanket.
The redhead stretched out across the blonde’s waist while deepening the kiss.
Tara’s features glowed with passion, need, and most of all, love.
Deeply touched, Willow struggled to find words, but it was pointless.
The only thing she could do was love Tara and show her body and soul what their love was.
She traced Tara’s face lovingly with the tip of her fingers and drew a path from the neck to breast bone and back up to behind the ears. She lowered her head, directing her mouth to trace the path of her fingers. The blonde was aware of her lover’s every touch, of the fire that was coming from Willow’s finger tips as they skipped over the rise of her breasts and torso, of the lips as they sucked on her ears and teased her neck.
“God, Willow, you know just how to touch me."
Tara’s breathy words inflamed Willow’s passion even further. She moved to pull off Tara’s
sweater and shirt, needing to see and feel the skin that she had wanted for so long.
“I love your body. It deserves to be worshipped.” The redhead punctuated her statement by dragging her fevered lips across the fabric of the blonde’s bra, feeling how the nipple hardened under the cloth. She then teased the hard crown, by sucking and gently biting the tip, leaving a dark circle in the cotton.
“I want you so much,” Tara said through a sudden groan
Willow’s soft hands again skimmed over Tara’s breasts and down her shoulders, leaving wakes of desire in their trail.
“Tell me what you want,” Willow encouraged
manuvering her mouth down the same path. “Tell me and I’ll do it.”
“Oh-Oh!…” Tara gasped, assaulted by waves of sensations, the curious blend of strength and tenderness of Willow’s touch filling her body with want. “Just don’t stop touching me…never stop.” She managed to stammer out, pulling Willow closer to her.
“I’ll never stop loving you, touching you. Be mine.” Willow softly pleaded as she stretched
out full length beside the blonde, taking her mouth and plunging deep inside her lover with the same rocking motions she would use to enter her. Willow coaxed off Tara’s bra and raised herself off to pull down her jeans and panties. The sight of her lover’s naked form sent jolts of pleasure up and down her own body. She could feel her face turning as red as her hair.
Tara spoke in a husky commanding tone, “I want to see you.” She raised herself from the
blanket and helped Willow undress. They were both naked and full of need for each other.
The night was cold but their bodies felt like they were on fire, a liquid fire that ran through their blood stream and burned their skin with molten heat.
They lay down again and Willow took Tara’s mouth with a ravenous hunger.
They explored each other’s bodies with their hands, fingers trailing and clutching backsides,
torsos and breasts. Their eyes connected and the love and desire they both saw reflected back at them was immeasurable.
Nearly choking on a surge of emotion, Willow turned away from Tara’s eyes and laid her head in the
crook of the blonde’s neck. Murmuring against the soft skin, she felt both their bodies shake with emotion. The redhead slowed the frantic pace by slowly retracing the route she had already
traveled, kissing the blonde’s neck down to the shoulders and her breasts.
stopping once again to tease the nipples into hard peaks, then slid a wet trail down to the
blonde’s trembling ribs to her navel where she hovered, teasing, tantalizing, driving in and out of
the shallow opening with her tongue until her lover’s strangled sound of her own name being called nearly drove her insane.
“Willow! Oh, Willow…please…” Tara waited, biting and sucking on her pinky finger, watching through hooded eyes how Willow loved her. The redhead began a sensual journey up and down her legs with her lips and tongue. Willow nibbled and teased the blonde’s soft skin as she made her way to the source of her lover’s heat, her kisses and the maddening caresses of her tongue pausing right at mid-thigh.
“Touch me please…” The blonde pleaded.
Willow was having some wicked fun now, and though she wasn’t planning on stopping,
she did want to make them both wait for the ultimate pleasure.
“Where would you like me to touch you?” The redhead asked coyly while tracing lazy circles over
and over again in the same sensitive space. She traced a crooked little path up to the navel and back down again, finally skittering across the golden patch of curls. She lingered there asking,
“Is this a good spot?”
Tara’s breathing increased and her body jerked upwards
in response. The blonde was beyond any thought of self control.
She was nearly incapable of speech as her hips writhed of their own accord in the air.
She was on the edge and Willow hadn’t even entered her.
She finally managed to gasp out “please…please…”
Tara’s begging broke Willow’s own self control.
Her need grew and she scooted up to have better contact with her lover’s body.
She slid her hand between Tara’s legs and Tara mirrored the action by bringing her hand into the redhead’s center.
They both groaned as their agony was brought to an end and a new beginning.
With a sharp intake of breath, Willow rolled half on top of Tara.
She spread the blonde’s legs further apart with her knee as she buried her fingers deep into her lover’s damp center.
Tara’s writhing became more frantic, her eyes were half open and swimming in ecstasy.
Willow fought the urge to go too fast wanting to draw out the pleasure as much as possible.
Tara’s own movements inside her made the fight for control difficult.
They were both on the brink and they both knew it. Willow slowed her pace as she thrust her fingers in and out in long rhythmic strokes.
“W-willow, oh God…please.”
I-I’m…” Tara breathed out with difficulty.
“Tell me…” Willow responded in a lust-induced
haze.
“Faster- harder…I’m…Oh…” The blonde said while
pressing harder inside the red head.
Willow cupped the blonde’s bottom with one hand as she strengthened her thrusts with the other.
When they both thought that it was impossible to feel anything more intense they both pressed their thumbs to the other’s most sensitive nub of nerves and the sensations grew, whetting their appetite
for more.
Tara ground her hips against Willow’s hand. They were taking each other through the gates of a new, more agonizing pleasure. Their senses were drenched with one another, each nerve-ending alive and begging for the slightest attention from the other.
Their arousal was now stronger than ever, the demand for gratification, deeper, fuller somehow. Their time apart had made this need for one another grow and intensify.
Tara fell into the rocking motions, matching Willow’s movements, demanding as much as she gave.
Finally this was no fantasy, no dream, it was real.
The culmination would never be lost by opening their eyes or the coming of the morning light.
They were one again. They made love with more than their bodies- it was a merging of essences. Each stroke felt exquisite they were as wild as their surroundings, sweating and writhing on the forest ground. They were both lost and found in each other. Faster and faster they rode, higher and higher with no one to temper their passion. They were consumed in each other their cries, moans and the erotic sounds of their bodies crashing together filled the night.
They both begged each other to end the sensual torment- to go on- to stop- to never stop.
They were incoherent and drowning in a river of sticky sweetness and still they went on.
Tara slid her fingers through the redhead’s locks and held on to them like reins
while her body rode out the of waves pleasure, her body tightening from the inside.
Willow recognized through the sexual fog that they were both close- so achingly close… Then with a few final movements against one another the spasms claimed both their bodies.
They spiraled out of control and pierced the darkness with one synchronized scream.
“Willooooowww……….” “ Taraaaaaaaa……”
They were drained yet wonderfully fulfilled.
Willow collapsed on top of Tara, a bit dazed and incoherent.
Tara struggled for breath as Willow lay sprawled across her breast. Squirming, she wriggled
her torso free and took a breath of the cool air. When her pulse finally slowed and some semblance of reason returned, she inclined her head and gazed lovingly at the still dazed redhead.
Willow’s eyes were closed and her breathing was coming in fast gulps.
Tara smiled and ran her hand across her lovers shoulders. Willow’s skin was slick and hot to the touch. She opened her eyes and smiled at Tara, having finally come down to earth.
“Hey there, beautiful, ” Willow said in a lazy tone.
“Hey there yourself, ” Tara said without stopping her light caresses on her girl’s skin.
They stayed in each other’s arms for a long while, only breaking the contact long enough to
settle into their tent when the night air had become too cold to brave the outside.
They made wordless promises to each other with each caress, with each breath they took together. They slept soundly, entangled in one another after a long night of love making.
They dreamt of magic, sunflowers, each other and of skinny dipping the next
day under that great big waterfall.
TBC?
Gosh darn it! Turns out I'm not only a
sloppy writer I'm a sloppy reader as well.
Even after Pixie's efforts and much re-writing I still made some mistakes. I've gone back and edited them out. I hope I got them all. Sorry, I'm a klutz.
[This message has been edited by nika (edited March 04, 2002).]
