barnabasvamp - Thanks! No not over yet. Oh, the leather is back as promised...
Snuggle79 - Lots more action coming up.
Grimlock72 - I know, why can't the bad guys stay dead? I tell ya...
MissQuirky - Hi Ashley! More explosions ahead. You'll need more than a hard had though...
I'll be doing a sequel, but it'll be a while though. Need to take a breather after I finish another one already in the works.
mollyig - I'm gearing towards a sequel in which Willow tames her magic and yet remains very powerful...
Katharyn - Thanks! You've outdone yourself again, helping me fix some of the spots that needed 'patching'. Go now and get your cold shower
VampiressWMN - Hi there. Delivering as promised...Leather and smut.
*Serious NC-17 Rating* - Don't say I didn't warn you.
Chapter Thirty-Five
The warm water cascaded down over Tara’s hair, rinsing it free of the shampoo. Willow squeezed a small portion of soap into her hand and began washing Tara’s back. She watched as her hands glided over the pale smooth skin, which was quickly slick with the soap. She let her hands travel further down, washing the full buttocks, and smiling slightly when Tara let out a gasp. She moved downward and washed her legs, noting the slight stubble that tickled the palms of her hands. After she squeezed more soap into her hand, Tara turned and Willow worked her way up, staring into deep blue eyes as her fingers slipped between her lover’s legs. Tara placed her hands on her shoulders and Willow watched as Tara’s lips parted when she stroked the soap lightly through the folds with her fingertips.
Their lips inched closer and then met in a kiss after Willow had risen to her full height once more. The kiss was slow and tender, brushing and caressing over one another. When Willow’s hands moved up over Tara’s stomach to knead her breasts, her lips parted and Willow dove inside, searching. Tara met Willow’s tongue and sucked on it lightly before stroking it with her own. Willow moaned into her mouth before pulling away.
“So, how’s your hand feel?” Willow asked and reached for Tara’s hand, turning it over to look at the palm. The long shallow cut was gone and Willow gently traced the skin with a wet thumb before looking up into Tara’s blue eyes, darker now with the first hint of passion.
“It’s fine, Willow.” She answered and took up the bottle of soap. Her smile was one of pleasure, her skin was tingling from the sensual way Willow had caressed her. “Your turn.” She said and Willow watched as one side of her mouth tilted upwards into a lopsided smile. Tara squeezed a liberal portion of the liquid soap into her hand and lathered it well, intending to reciprocate those caresses in the same way. Starting at Willow’s neck she rubbed along the shoulders, massaging and gliding her hands over the slick skin. Her thumbs kneaded along her backbone moving down to and over the cheeks of her buttocks, and then between them, making Willow’ jump slightly. She continued down over the backs of Willow’s thighs, behind her knees and calves.
Leaning against the wall with her hand, Willow lifted her leg and Tara washed her feet, massaging each arch, heel, and toe. Willow was in heaven, all her fears and troubles seemed so far away. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the touch of Tara’s fingers, the cool tile under the palm of her hand, the warm spray of the shower, and the fruity aroma of soap.
Tara stopped to squeeze more soap into her hand before moving up the front of Willow’s legs. Willow opened them when Tara’s hand brushed along the inside of her thighs and then slid between. She rested her hands on the blonde woman’s shoulders for support then gasped when Tara’s fingers glided teasingly over her clit. Tara gave her another lopsided smile and continued up over her taut stomach but stopped to caress her small breasts. Her mouth parted and Willow couldn’t help but lean in and kiss her, darting her tongue into the waiting mouth. She turned to Tara’s ear and whispered, “I believe you have a promise to keep.”
Tara’s smile widened in remembrance and she raised a brow in amusement. She reached for their towels and they dried off. When Willow hung up her towel she marched completely naked out of the bathroom, down the hall and into the bedroom. Being somewhat more modest, Tara wrapped her towel around her body and followed quickly behind. She raised her eyebrow again when Willow opened the door to their wardrobe and pulled out her leather chaps. Tara walked over to the bed, sat down and leaned back against the pillows watching with curious eyes. Her eyes went wide when Willow bent over to slide her legs into the leggings, giving her a full view of her naked rear.
Tara thought about the first time she saw Willow’s rear. It was the first time they had made love and she remembered how those soft round cheeks felt in her hands. They fit perfectly. And when she saw them, it was from over Willow’s shoulder when Willow had followed her down onto the bed and lain naked on top of her. She had trailed her fingers down over Willow’s back and circled the skin with the tips of her fingers. Willow’s body had trembled under her fingers in both excitement and nervousness from the newness of it all. It was new to both of them, the attraction they had for each other, the power of their magic, and the hunger for completeness. It had felt so right though, there was no embarrassment, no trepidation, and no worries. They had taken their time, explored each others bodies, talked to each other about themselves until the flame of desire burned so hot that the pace quickened and they discovered many ways to quench the fires that erupted throughout the night.
Willow placed the leather bands around her wrists and snapped them securely in place, the sound distracting Tara from her thoughts. Willow pulled the leather tongue of the belt through the buckle, fastening it and adjusted the ties in the leggings so that the chaps didn’t slide around on her legs. Next, she pulled out a pair of Harley boots, pulling them on and then, tugged the chap leggings down over them.
At this point Tara was very tempted to tell Willow not to bother putting anything else on, just get over to the bed, but she held her tongue and remained patient. Willow slid the leather vest on and buttoned it up. Tara liked the way the vest was made, specifically for women. The leather in the breast area was stitched much like the cups in a bra, lifting the breasts up, making them look fuller.
The only item left to put on was the thick leather collar which she picked up and walked to Tara. Her boots brushed softly across the carpet and the leather chaps creaked quietly with each step. The leather vest may have covered most of Willow’s breasts, but they jiggled slightly and a grin inched across Tara’s face. Her gaze traveled down the vest past the pale skin of her stomach to the area between the leather leggings. Willow chose not to wear pants under the chaps. Tara couldn’t help but stare at the fiery red triangle there.
Willow stopped before Tara, reached out, and with her fingers, gently pulled at Tara’s towel that was still wrapped around the blonde’s body. Reluctantly, Tara raised her eyes to Willow’s smiling face.
“See something you like, baby?” Willow asked in a husky voice.
“Oh, yes.” Tara whispered. She released her grip on the towel and let Willow pull it from her, blushing slightly when Willow’s eyes grazed hungrily over her now naked body.
Dropping the towel to the floor, Willow held out the collar and leaned in to whisper, “I remember you whispering into my ear, specifically what you wanted me to wear.”
When Willow leaned down to whisper into her ear, Tara couldn’t help but stare down into the vest, into Willow’s cleavage.
“And you wear it very well.” Tara’s voice was soft but heavy with passion.
When Willow pulled away, Tara took a deep breath to calm her rapid heartbeat, then sat up, took the collar, and pushed a lock of red hair behind Willow’s ear. “Kneel.” she said and Willow knelt at her feet, between her legs and placed her hands on Tara’s knees. As Tara was buckling on the collar, she peered over Willow’s shoulder and looked down at her lover’s bare round bottom peeking through the open rear of the chaps. Willow took advantage of her position, capturing one of Tara’s breasts in her mouth and sucking on the nipple until it hardened. Tara’s fingers snuck up under the collar, pulling Willow to her. She arched into Willow’s mouth and allowed herself to enjoy the sensation before reluctantly pushing Willow away by the collar. She gasped when Willow gave her nipple a final tweak with her teeth before letting go.
“Leash?” Tara said thickly and gazed down at Willow through lidded eyes. Willow let her hands glide down the inside of Tara’s thighs before rising and walking back to the dresser.
“Tease.” Tara said to her back.
Willow smiled impishly, secretly hoping that Tara would make her pay for that, deliciously. She retrieved the leash and went back to Tara, holding it out to her, the grin still on her face.
“Put it on and then hand it to me.” Tara said and Willow obliged, snapping the clip through the metal loop on her collar and then handing her the open, looped end. Tara took it and pulled, tugging Willow closer. With her hand she guided Willow to the bed and crawled backwards, pulling on the leash. Willow had no choice but to follow. Tara stopped and turned her over onto her back. Then she climbed over her, and stood between Willow’s legs. She placed her hands on Willow’s chest and pushed her down onto the bed. Then she placed them on the back of Willow’s calves, sliding up along the leather chaps and stopping just behind her knees. Pushing gently, she lifted Willow’s legs, bending her knees and placing her feet at the edge of the bed. She let her fingers trail along the tip of the black boots and then back up to the inside of Willow’s knees again.
Willow’s eyes moved from the long fingers trailing down the inside of her knees to Tara’s face. The blue eyes that looked down at her were dark with desire and the flush on the alabaster skin made Willow realize how much Tara wanted her. Willow felt her breathing increase as her lover’s fingers continued dancing along the inside of her thighs. The sight reminded Willow of the night she’d kissed Tara. They had performed a spell that had left them slightly breathless.
After a few lingering moments and still holding hands, they stood up on wobbly legs. She remembered the room spinning slightly, the fairy lights blurring and Tara leaning forward. Mesmerized by the blue eyes staring into hers, and from the exotic lull of the magic, she felt the pull and leaned towards Tara. Their lips almost touched but Tara fell into her and she caught the blonde in her arms. Willow sank to the floor cradling Tara and brushed the back of her hand across her flushed cheeks. They sat like that for what seem like hours, just staring, looking at one another, caressing faces and not saying a word. When Tara’s lips parted and the blue eyes darted to her lips, Willow leaned down and touched Tara’s lips with her own. She was pleasantly surprised when she found them soft and yielding. Willow licked her lips, wishing she could touch and taste them now.
Tara pushed her lovers legs apart, sliding Willow’s boots across the coverlet and exposing the pink bud at the apex of Willow’s legs below a mound of fiery curls. She climbed back on the bed between her love’s legs, leaning her thighs against the back of Willow’s, sliding along the leather and pushing Willow’s legs even further apart. Leaning over Willow, she reached down and unbuttoned the black vest, one button at a time. She pulled the vest open and smiled down at a pair of milky white breasts. She watched the nipples harden as the cooler air brushed over them. She lifted her gaze to Willow’s face and saw the fire smoldering behind dark emerald eyes. A pink tongue darted out to lick dry lips and Willow’s hands caressed the back of Tara’s thighs.
Tara leaned down and took a nipple in her mouth while sliding a hand in between their bodies, down between Willow’s legs. Willow gasped when she slid a finger between the folds of the bud and then into the wetness. She arched her back when Tara’s fingers entered her and then cried out when Tara’s teeth nipped at the nipple that was in her mouth. She gasped again when Tara removed her hand, her fingers pulling back the skin and exposing her clit to the cool air. Tara lifted her face and gazed at Willow while she inserted the wet fingers into her mouth. When she pulled them out, her tongue swirled around the digits and Willow tried to lift her head, she wanted to kiss Tara, she wanted that tongue in her mouth, she wanted it badly.
“Who’s calling who a tease?” Willow gasped and Tara ran her moist fingers along the edge of Willow’s lips. A corner of Tara’s mouth lifted into the sexy smile that Willow loved.
Willow moaned when Tara bent down and took the other nipple in her mouth. Tara’s hand slid back down between them and she slid two fingers back inside. She stroked the hot walls, curling and flexing her fingers. Willow moaned loudly and Tara could have sworn she heard a growl rumble inside Willow’s chest. She smiled and stroked faster, biting and sucking on the perky nipple that was in her mouth. Willow’s body writhed beneath hers, her legs held in place by Tara’s, unable to move them. Willow’s fingers dug into the back of Tara’s thighs, and up into the fleshy mounds of her rear. Whenever Willow’s hands tried to gain access to her own moist folds, Tara would pivot her hips, closing the gap between them and smile coyly when Willow whimpered in protest. Willow’s breathing came in pants. Her skin became slick with perspiration, yet Tara continued to tease, stroking harder and longer, sucking on Willow’s nipples and flicking them with her teeth and tongue.
“Oh, Tara! Please…” Willow panted. “ I can’t… take… much… more.” Willow’s body arched and writhed, her muscles tightening and standing out like cords. Tara stilled her hand and tongue and Willow gratefully fell down into the mattress, taking in much needed air. Tara looked into Willow’s face and leaned down. Willow’s mouth lunged upwards, hungrily capturing her lips, and her hands wound themselves into the blonde hair. Tara eagerly parted her lips and dove her tongue into Willow’s waiting mouth. Their tongues touched and danced before swirling around. Tara lowered her body over Willow’s, slipping her arms under the smaller shoulders and felt the leather chaps slide over the skin on the back of her thighs. She pushed into her lover and gasped when her clit rubbed over Willow’s. She felt Willow’s need and when she looked into her lover’s eyes, she saw the fire there and felt it burn within her. Shifting her weight onto her forearms she rolled them over so that Willow was on top. She took the leash and wrapped it around her hand, forcing Willow to lean her head down. She took Willow’s mouth and sucked on her tongue before using her own to trace a wet trail to the red head’s ear.
Tara was feeling especially bold. She knew Willow liked being teased, she just didn’t want to admit it. She also knew that Willow was enjoying the aggression that she was showing. Tara kind of liked being the aggressive one every once in a while. It was fun ‘turning the tables’ on Willow. Just when Willow though she was in charge, Tara would change all that within a matter of minutes. Seconds even. She enjoyed watching the myriad of expressions that would flicker across Willow’s face, from utter surprise to wantonness. But, never has Willow ever protested and at this revelation, Tara smiled.
“Move up and sit on my face, Willow.” She said huskily and Willow blinked in pleasant surprise at Tara’s directness.
“I love it when you tell me what you want.” Willow whispered thickly, her eyes lidded with desire.
Tara smiled with smoky eyes, gave the leash enough slack so that Willow could sit up and on her knees, she inched towards Tara’s face. Tara reached up, tugged the leather vest down over Willow’s arms and tossed it to the floor. She trailed her fingers up Willow’s stomach and with her fingertips tweaked the erect nipples. Willow’s legs clenched and she moaned when Tara pinched the sensitive buds. Willow placed her hands over Tara’s feeling her lover squeeze and caress the soft mounds. Without warning Tara clipped the leather wristbands together and looped the leash around them, connecting them to the collar. Smiling devilishly, Tara lowered her arms and slid them under Willow’s legs, pulling her over her face. The leather chaps caressed her cheeks and she breathed in the mixture of the leather and Willow’s musky essence. She could feel the cool leather on her arms and the warm flesh of Willow’s rear on her breasts. She looked up at Willow, her wrists bound and hanging from the shortened leash on her collar. Every nerve tingled and the ache between her legs throbbed painfully. She flexed the muscles in her buttocks in an attempt to relieve it somewhat, and the movement was not missed by Willow who lifted herself a bit from Tara’s questing tongue.
“Baby…” She looked down at Tara and panted.
“No. Later. You. Now.” She interrupted, pushing on Willow’s thighs and Willow sank back down onto her lover’s hot mouth, gasping as Tara’s tongue resumed its stroking. She panted harder and began rocking her hips when Tara sucked on the swollen flesh. She could feel her climax building around the edges of her being, working its way to her core. When it hit, Tara grabbed her hands and Willow squeezed them as her body bucked with each wave. Tara’s tongue stilled, laid flat against her and Willow held her breath. She bucked when Tara suddenly slid her tongue along the length of her clit and into her. She was panting so hard that she couldn’t cry out. Tara gazed back up at Willow, untied the leash and unhooked the wristbands. Immediately, Willow raked her hands into Tara’s hair.
Tara could feel the muscles squeezing around her tongue and she pushed in further until breathing became an issue. She rolled Willow over to her side and dove her fingers into the wet cavern, making Willow throw a leg over hers, allowing Tara better access. Tara planted her mouth over Willow’s, swallowing her cries. Tara slid her fingers out and then plunged them back in, and Willow thrust up against her. Willow wrapped her arms around her lover’s neck and hung on for the remainder of the ride.
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
by barnabasvamp » Mon Oct 28, 2002 8:23 am 
Definitely agree this was a wonderful treat! 
the intimate scenes between W/T were so hot, but more than that... filled with such need. This entire story was brilliant ! Loved the leather... the description of Taras outfit alone was