A word about the general content. There are 'sex scenes' in this fic. However, there will also be an undercurrent of sex, sexuality and sensuality of the Willow/Tara sweetness we know and love. There is also leather but in an erotic sense because this was meant to be an erotic fic.
Most of this fic is NC17, but it also delves into the emotional aspect of the Willow/Tara relationship which earns an PG-13 or R rating.
I've recieved a ton of email on my prior Willow/Tara fic commenting on the wonderful and erotic scenes as well as the leather content. Leather seems to be in demand, so I decided to write an erotic smut fic that included leather, vocarious smoochies and some other things that I won't mention here and spoil the surprise(s).
This story is pretty much complete, so I anticipate posting every 2-3 days, depending on my beta reader's schedule as she's pretty busy writing her own amazing fic.
Title: Leather and Spice, and Everything Naughty
Author: Allyson Heisey,
aheisey760@aol.comFeedback: Yes, please! Constructive criticism always welcome.
Spoiler Warning: None.
Summary: Willow receives a comic book created by an ambiguous fan that illustrates in detail an erotic Willow and Tara relationship.
Angst: None. Zero. Zilch, unless you want to include the uh, sexual tension, then there’s plenty of it.
Pairings: None other than Willow & Tara.
Rating: NC-17, for nudity, sexual situations, and mild violence. There’s leather, there’s smut, humor, romance and heart to heart talks.
DISCLAIMER: WILLOW AND TARA from BUFFY: THE VAMPIRE SLAYER and the scenes depicted here are REGISTERED TRADEMARKS of Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy, Inc., WB, UPN, Fox, and all that jazz. *NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT INTENDED*
Aknowlegements: Katharyn Rosser. She's been so sweet to take the time and beta this thing for me.
'R' Rating for the first two chapters posted below.
Leather and Spice, and Everything Naughty
Chapter 1
Tara lay comfortably in the bed, reading one of her books on witchcraft. Absently, she hooked a finger under the fallen spaghetti strap of her nightgown and pushed it back up to her shoulder. Beside her, Willow lay on her side skimming through a substantially smaller book with one hand while the other rested on Tara’s hip under the covers.
"Hey, have you seen this comic book?" Willow asked, looking up at her love.
"Umm, no." The blonde said, setting her book down and glancing over at it. "Where did you get it?"
"A fan sent it to me." Willow met Tara's gaze and the blonde raised her brows.
“We have fans?” Tara’s eyes shone with curiosity.
“Yes, baby, we do.” Willow smiled. “Lots.”
Willow looked back down at the book, flipping some pages. "She created and illustrated it."
"She?" Tara's brows rose even further.
"Aw, baby, you know I only have eyes for you." Willow glanced up at Tara with doe eyes and the blonde narrowed her own.
"Uh huh." Tara said in mock disbelief and then her eyes softened.
The look, now, in Tara’s eyes reminded Willow of the night she and Tara were together after Oz had left. It was soft, warm and loving, but there was also humility in them, which was a part of who Tara was. Tara had just made love to her and Willow was looking down into those blue eyes savoring every expression, every breath, every touch – every moment. She was aware of Tara’s soft body beneath hers, the fingers that withdrew from her and circled lazily over her fleshy folds. Sweat had bathed their skin and she felt her breasts rising and falling against Tara’s as they gasped for breath. Tara had nice boobs. They were full and round and well, she could feel them sliding back and forth, underneath her smaller ones. If they both breathed in then they were moving together. If they both exhaled then they moved apart. If they weren’t together in the breathing thing… then they just had to rub. Tara’s eyes had shimmered then and tears formed at the corners. Willow watched as those eyes softened and then shone with pure love. Willow returned the look and as Tara had told her later she’d seen the love reflected in the eyes staring down at her.
It was a very emotional and intense time. She’d changed from who she had been… or maybe she’d just found out who she had been. She had met someone else. She and Tara were just beginning to form a romantic relationship when he’d come back.
Tara had felt that she was riding on an emotional rollercoaster and Willow had been so confused. Right back then, Willow knew she loved Tara, but that she still loved Oz too. She didn’t know what to do, she didn’t want to have to choose between them. But deep down she knew who’s heart she held, for it was given to her freely, without revocation or trepidation and in her own heart she knew what made her happy, and whom she truly loved.
After Oz left, Willow had returned to Tara with a flaming candle as an offering of her love. A tiny, but important, offering. She was offering more than that… she was offering herself completely and without any more hesitation. When Tara realized that Willow chose to be with just her, those blue eyes had shone with tears of relief and joy. But she hadn’t cried.
Willow saw the uncertainty in those blue eyes that night as well. In those last moments before it was all made clear and the candle was blown out. Tara had been uncertain if Willow would love her the way that she loved her. Willow had always known that she loved Tara, and at that point she had chosen the woman she loved too. Then she had spent the entire night trying to prove this to her. She made love to Tara, kissing her deeply and exploring her body in a way she had never done before. Her movements then were slow, almost languid, taking her time and just enjoying the feel and sight of Tara. The alarm clock on the nightstand ticked the minutes away, but to Willow time, at that time, didn’t exist, only Tara, herself, and the two of them were the only things she was aware of. There was nothing and no one else.
They’d talked for a bit afterwards and as much as she was sure Tara had been hurting, she wasn’t angry. If anything she’d been sad. Tara understood that Oz was Willow’s first love and for many, the hardest one to let go. Tara also knew that even though Willow was happy being with her, the loss of Oz hurt. Perhaps not as bad as the first time, but it hurt none the less. Willow would have to be inhuman not to feel the loss for she still loved him, perhaps not the same way as before, but she did love him. That was why her own sacrifice had been so difficult for her… and so special. Tara was special.
Willow pulled herself back to the present and looked down at the comic in her hands.
"Tara, you should see this!" she smoothed down the pages and set it over Tara's book resting in her lap.
“Will, what…” Tara uttered a tiny protest until she saw the caricatures of them on the page. "Is that us?" She asked, raising a hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh.
“The graphics are really good.” Willow commented tilting her head.
“Yes. Very good likeness, don’t you think?” Tara asked, analyzing the drawings.
“Uh huh.” Willow paused. “But my boobs aren’t really that small, are they?”
“Willow, your boobs are perfect.” Tara said and Willow flashed her a smile.
Willow gazed at one of the frames and pointed to a likeness of Tara. “I like your boobs. They’re nice and… roundish.” She bit her bottom lip before looking up at Tara. “I like it when they’re sassy too.”
“Thank you, sweetie,” Tara grinned.
"And look what else..." Willow turned the page. "We're..."
"...all in leather." Tara finished. “What ARE we doing?” Her eyes widened. She picked up the comic and began reading.
"Hey!" Willow put her hand on the thin magazine, but Tara teasingly pulled away. "I was reading that, you know." Willow protested.
"Wanna share?" Tara said, one side of her mouth lifting into a sexy smile and Willow couldn’t help but smile back. “Lets start at the beginning.” Tara thumbed the pages back.
“Okay, here we are, page one.” Willow said and snuggled closer, her hand sliding down Tara’s hip to the inside of her thigh, just under the silk nightgown. It was good to be prepared.
The first several frames of the comic showed Willow and Tara walking up to the Bronze. You really couldn’t see what they were wearing as their backs were to the reader. One could make out that Willow wore pants and a long dark coat while Tara wore a skirt under a shorter jacket.
Tara chuckled and Willow looked up from the comic to gaze at her curiously.
“What?” she asked and Tara bit her lip.
“You are so butch.”
“Not so much. That is, according to our fan fiction writers.” Willow hid a smug smile.
“What are they saying?” Tara wanted to know. “Please, Will, tell me.” She pleaded.
“Nuh, uh.” Willow replied and pretended to ignore her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Tara pout and then bat her eyes. She laughed and gave in.
“Well, let’s just say that some of our fans find you…um, not shy.” Willow waggled her brows.
“Really?” Tara looked puzzled and then it dawned on her. “Oh! That kind of not shy. Will, I would never…”
“Baby, it’s okay. I know you wouldn’t do ‘That’, but they pretty much know you have a… um, aggressive side.”
“And you like it.” Tara stated matter of factly.
“Oh, absolutely. No complaints here. Nope. None.” Willow stammered and could feel heat flushing over her body from just thinking about it. She quickly averted her gaze and looked back at the comic. “You know, you look ravishing. The short leather skirt, the stockings, those heels…”
“Willow, I’d probably break my neck trying to wear a pair.” She paused when she saw how much Willow liked the picture. “But I could try it sometime. Just for you.”
Willow grinned up at her and they turned their attention back to the comic…
There was a conversation going on between Willow and Tara as they approached the club.
“Buffy said she’d meet us inside.” Willow said and turned her head to look at her lover.
“I’ve never worn a skirt this short before. Are you sure this looks okay?” Tara asked quietly, sliding her hands down the skirt inside the coat, smoothing it, before turning to Willow with a hint of a smile.
“Oh, you look fine, believe me.” Willow assured her with an appraising glance.
“Good. Just wanted to be sure.” Tara slid her a smile that made Willow’s heart skip a beat and her skin flush.
“You’re teasing me, aren’t you?” Willow said in mock accusation and Tara’s smile widened.
“No, sweetie. You’re teasing me.” Tara spoke softly gazing at Willow with half lidded eyes.
Their conversation stopped when they approached the bouncer standing outside the door of the club. He waved them along and they stepped inside. The club was almost at full capacity, as expected for a Friday. The loud music thrummed and vibrated in the floor beneath their feet. Willow and Tara looked around for their friend, Buffy, and finally spotted her at the railing up on the balcony. Willow moved towards the stairs, making a path through the crowd so Tara could follow. At the stairs though she paused and then stepped aside so Tara could climb the steps ahead of her. Both of them knew why. Tara slid her a sly look and Willow smiled impishly. Tara placed her hand on the handrail and climbed the stairs. Willow could see the garter belt clips on the back of her thighs and a sliver of smooth creamy skin above the black stockings.
Tara smiled to herself; she knew why Willow wanted her to go up the stairs first. She wanted to be teased with the view up her skirt. Well, if that’s what Willow wanted, she’d get it. Tara glanced over her shoulder and caught Willow doing exactly that, looking up her skirt. Tara stopped and Willow nearly ran into her backside, so intent was she on the view.
When Willow looked up, Tara said, “Enjoying yourself, Sweetie?” She bit her lip in amusement when Willow’s face turned a deep crimson.
Tara turned her attention back to the stairs and caught Buffy’s eye. The Slayer was watching them with a bemused expression on her face. When they reached the balcony Tara felt Willow slip a hand in hers and she sighed contentedly. Together they walked to where Buffy was standing and waiting patiently for them.
“Aren’t we supposed to be out there, you know, investigating?” Willow asked, glancing over the crowd.
“Actually, I found them.” Buffy replied.
“Really? Where?” Tara asked.
Buffy lifted her arm, rested it on the railing and pointed to the kitchen, which was closed. “They’re in there.” Two men were standing outside the door and observing the crowd like lookouts. She turned and looked down towards the entrance of the club where Xander was making his way to the door. “Okay.” Buffy said and Tara raised her brows. “I still need you guys to distract them so I can sneak into the kitchen.” She slid her glance from Tara to Willow and back again. “Dawn’s still the bait… as soon as she gets here.” Buffy glanced down at the club entrance just as Dawn walked in. The teenager exchanged a few words with Xander, who waved at them, before heading towards the stairs. “Never mind, change in plans. Here’s what we’re going to do…” Her voice trailed off when the music jumped up a notch.
Chapter 2
Willow and Tara paused their reading so Tara could flip the page. Tara bit her lower lip, distracted by the slow circling of Willow’s fingers on the inside of her thigh. The touch was light, the fingertips just grazing over her flesh.
Willow could be so distracting sometimes. The first time she saw Willow, at a Wicca meeting at the university that they both attended, she was rendered speechless. Perhaps it was the red hair and those penetrating green eyes. Maybe it was magic of Willow. But when Willow mentioned doing some spells, she knew she had found a kindred soul. And when those eyes roamed over the other women to rest on hers, her heart lurched and suddenly she found herself staring back. There was an immediate connection between them and she felt it, subtle as it was. They didn’t meet up with each other until later, when the town was under a deadly spell and Tara decided to find out if she and Willow could put a stop to it.
During that time of crisis was when they did their first spell together. The magical energy that flowed between them had been so incredibly powerful. Tara never expected to meet someone with so much power, nor someone who could stimulate her in such a way and least of all, fall in love.
Tara had never been in love before. She didn’t know what she was expecting it to be like, but this wasn’t it. Her heart had felt so full and she was amazed at how happy she felt. This kind of happiness was alien to her. When she woke the next morning in Willow’s arms, she stared at the still sleeping red head, awed and bewildered. When Willow woke and looked at her with those shining green eyes, somehow she just knew she was where she belonged.
Over a short period of time their friendship had evolved into a deeply romantic one. Willow encouraged her, nurtured her, and freed her from the shell that she hid under for so long. It was Willow who gently brought her out so everyone could see the hidden inner beauty she’d insisted was there. Looking back, Tara saw how much she had grown since she met Willow.
The fingers circled on her thigh again, distracting Tara from her thoughts and she smiled to herself. When she felt Willow’s eyes on her, she turned and met her lover’s gaze.
“What?” She asked and raised a brow when Willow’s eyes sparkled.
“Oh, just visualizing you in a short skirt. A short… black… leather… skirt.” Willow said and her gaze drifted off, visualizing the image.
“Uh huh, and…” Tara prompted.
“A garter belt and black silk stockings…ooh.” Willow shivered and Tara raised her brows, amused.
“Will, this is a comic book. Someone made all this up.” Tara couldn’t help but laugh. Her eyes were riveted on one frame that showed her full breasts straining against the material of the shirt she wore as she leaned against the balcony railing. Her eyes roamed down her caricature to rest on the garters peeking out from the back of her short black leather skirt that accentuated her curvaceous butt. She had to laugh again. “Where do they get this stuff from?”
“I know, baby, but the image that , uh…” Willow blew out a breath. “…she had there was quite alluring, you know.” She managed to finish and Tara nodded, shifting her eyes back to the comic.
“I thought you were a breast girl?” Tara said, lifting her eyes from the comic and looking at Willow out of the corner of her eye.
“Oh! I am! Totally!” Willow assured her. “But legs are nice too.” She added quickly with a lift of her brows. “Can’t I like both? Legs… thighs as well as breasts… Thighs?”
Willow loved the way Tara teased her with her words and returned the favor with her own touch. Thighs… She saw the quick intake of breath when she inched her fingers upwards along the silky skin on the inside of Tara’s thigh. She smiled inwardly and pretended not to notice, but was secretly pleased that she could arouse Tara with such a simple touch. When Tara looked back down at the comic Willow chose that moment to look over at her. The long blond hair slid forward over her shoulders, curtaining her face. She watched the long eyelashes when she blinked and then moved her gaze down to the full lips when a pink tongue peeked out to moisten them. She shook herself mentally and shifted her gaze back to the comic. But not the attention of her fingers. They read on…
Willow and Tara made their way to a secluded area near the kitchen where two vampires seemed to be standing guard.
“I know a better way to distract them.” Willow said and smiled at Tara mischievously.
“What?” Tara turned and Willow raked her fingers into the blonde hair, pulling Tara down for a kiss. Their lips brushed over one another softly and Willow traced the outline of Tara’s lips with her tongue. Tara’s arms wrapped around Willow’s neck and her fingers threaded through the long red hair.
“Oh. This?” Tara whispered when they pulled apart and Willow nodded. “Okay.” Tara leaned in and captured Willow’s lips. Her tongue teased Willows open and slid inside. Willow met her questing tongue and swirled around it. Tara dove deep, searching for more and moaned softly into Willow’s mouth.
“Tell me, how is this supposed to lure them?” Tara asked pulling back slightly.
“They’re walking towards us now.” Willow answered without looking in the direction of the vampires. She could see them moving out of the corner of her eye and Buffy crept along the back wall, into the kitchen.
“Hello, ladies.” The taller one said and his friend smiled charmingly from over his shoulder.
Willow, her arms still wrapped around Tara’s waist inside the coat, glanced over at him with a slightly annoyed look. The two men stepped in closer, the taller one reaching out and caressing a lock of Willow’s hair before moving behind her.
“Pretty.” He said and Willow raised a brow. She pulled the stake that was nuzzled against her forearm inside the coat sleeve into the palm of her hand.
The second vampire moved behind Tara and she followed him with her eyes. She slipped her arms from Willow’s neck and fingered the stake she also had hidden in her coat sleeve.
“May we join you?” The taller one asked and within seconds, their faces underwent the transformation from human to vampire.
“No.” Willow replied, still slightly unnerved at the sight, even after years of seeing vampires up close and personal. Tara was much more affected, even though her facial expression didn’t change. Willow could tell from the way that her loves grip tightened on her. She moved closer to Willow until they where standing side by side, arms touching.
Willow and Tara pulled their weapons and in one swift motion, plunged the stakes behind them impaling demons in the chest. Shocked, the vampires looked down at the embedded stakes and dissolved into piles of ashes. Willow and Tara tucked the stakes back into the sleeves of their coats and looked about. It had happened so quickly that no one noticed the dusting of the demons. Moving quickly, they closed the kitchen door just as the noise of pots, pans and other kitchen items were heard crashing around.
“That worked out okay.” Willow said.
“Uh huh.” Tara agreed.
To be continued...
"After one take, Joss did say, 'Can we have one that's less like you're going to sleep together in about five minutes?'" - Alyson Hannigan
Edited by: allyson12 at: 11/13/02 12:39:39 pm