Title: Something Nice. Something Romantic. Some Smut.
Author: Katharyn Rosser
Feedback: Constructive criticism always welcome.
katharynrosser@hotmail.comSpoiler Warning: If you ain’t seen New Moon Rising… well what are you doing here? *S*
Summary: Just a snippet of their lives… shortly after New Moon Rising.
Disclaimer: I still don’t own any of the copyrights or anything else associated with BTVS. All rights lie with the production company, writers etc, etc. I am making zilch from this story
Rating: R – I guess…
Couples: Only two people in it.
Notes: This story was a gift for my good friend Kerry (Forrister) whose birthday it was yesterday. Her guidelines for what she wanted form the title. She was gracious enough to ask me to post it – so you guys get the benefit too.
Thanks To: Kerry for being who she is… Sasha for keeping those tootsies clean and Roxi for providing stair exercise. Celia whose help was more practical – thanks so much and glad you got into beta reading ways. Xita for… Remind me sweets what did you do in the end? Well you were you I guess which is always enough. Oh and as this is my first story since this became an issue… Amber for having more class than a school district full of classes.
Something Nice. Something Romantic. Some Smut.
A Birthday Fic
By Katharyn Rosser
The early days…The first weekend after New Moon Rising.
She was so lucky… She’d never really thought of herself as being lucky before. Not in the very personal sense. Obviously she was lucky to be alive after all that they’d been through. She’d always known that she was lucky to have friends. Lucky to come from a family that was doing okay money-wise and could afford to send her to college anywhere in the world.
But if she hadn’t chosen to come here to college…
She was just so lucky that she’d made that choice last year… for whatever reason… to be near her friends, to learn how to be a better witch. It didn’t matter how she’d justified it to herself then… Whatever else seemed to be going wrong, she was so lucky to have made that choice… Or maybe she’d really been drawn here. She’d been up to the campus a few times during the last year – when she’d been filling in her applications and checking on the promises that the prospectus had held – not that it had been promising her ‘Advanced Witchcraft 101’ or whatever reason she’d finally given to her friends for turning down the world’s finest colleges.
Maybe whilst she’d been up here then, during the decision process… maybe she’d seen Tara here then. And before she’d even realised these things about herself she’d been drawn to her? Maybe it was more mystical than that – this was a town where magic and the mystical came easily. It wasn’t the only thing that she’d found came easily. That made her smile and took her back to more recent hours in her memory.
Sometimes she felt that Tara was a goddess and that she’d been drawn into her aura of love and perfection. Well not quite perfection. No one was absolutely perfect and the little flaws that they all had… well Tara’s were perfectly endearing.
Willow lay on her side, her head propped up by her hand. She was already getting pins and needles but that was okay because she actually sort of enjoyed that sensation – at least until she let the blood flow again and the scores of tiny pricks seemed to jab much deeper into her skin. That started to drive her wild.
No. Not absolutely perfect. Lying on her back right then, Tara was gently snoring. Willow knew that it was a biology thing, anyone could, when they were lying like that, and it was very gently. It was definitely a lady-like snore. Almost subtle. Not rumbling… more sort of… well Tara. Tara didn’t do anything noisily.
Well okay she tended to do one thing noisily... Funny how she kept coming back around to that. Willow would have winked at herself if she could but she couldn’t so she winked at her sleeping lover.
Tara… her lover.
Her love.
Her beautiful, quiet, woman.
Tara just didn’t want to draw too much attention to herself. Not from the world outside this bedroom anyway. But the world that was inside this room – or the bubble that surrounded them when they went out there together. In that world, Willow couldn’t notice or pay attention to anything else. In that world… Tara really was like that goddess she’d thought about. She was the centre of all the attention that Willow could give her and that was another of those lovely flaws… Tara was embarrassed by that. Tara had told her that she’d doubted that she could be the centre of Willow’s attention.
Well maybe the last few days would get Tara over that hurdle.
Tara had quickly become the meaning behind her whole life. Love was the most important of emotions and everything, and she did mean everything, else was now in relation to Tara. It was like helping her roommate with protecting the world. That’s fine. What time can I get to Tara’s? Best guess? There’s an essay to finish up, reading to be done. That’s okay… but what time can I finish up and kiss Tara?
And not just that sort of thing. They were the biggest parts of each other’s lives even if Tara had doubted that she could be for all the time that Willow had been working it out for herself. They’d both doubted and neither of them had needed to.
It was comforting in a way – to know that Tara had that flaw, because otherwise she might have come to doubt it. Tara had been like… well despite everything else Tara had known what she wanted – and that had been Willow herself. In the privacy of the room, or in their bubble, Tara had been driving the development of this relationship in a way that Willow wouldn’t have thought that she would have dared to.
Tara had offered herself freely and allowed Willow to take what she offered.
The lack of confidence, though already Willow could tell that was definitely building up, and the slight hesitation she had in her speech… both of those were really endearing too. They were just who Tara was, and if either or both of those traits changed over time then it would be time that Willow was spending with Tara.
They were both bound to change. Everyone did. If she hadn’t changed then she would never have been able to find herself here, in Tara’s bed, looking upon the blonde haired woman with such love that it filled her heart with joy.
Not enough to sing… but close.
If she hadn’t changed she’d still have been the scarred young woman missing her boyfriend and moping about the place. She’d changed enough to allow joy and love back into her life and that might be the most important change that she would ever make in her life… Joy and love were where she wanted to be. It was pretty much a mission statement right now… though she hadn’t had it printed up and framed yet.
As long as they were together to see the rest of the changes in each other then Willow had no fear of it. She didn’t even have any fear of not being together. Once a thought along those lines would have, logically, carried her to a place where she worried about how long this love could last…
She didn’t have that fear with Tara. Even in the last few days… never that question. Never that one. It hadn’t been a question of time… She’d never doubted that she could and would love Tara forever. Never.
Or that she could be and would be loved by Tara for that same amount of time.
It was funny though. How long had they been staying together now – including the times before they had really consciously known, or at least admitted to each other, that there was something that couldn’t be anything other than love between them? That they would be using words like ‘forever’ and meaning it in the literal sense? Back before that it had been more Willow staying with Tara, just because – officially – it was safer and easier for her to do that rather than going home alone late in the night or in the early hours of the morning. It had been a good enough excuse for the two of them to be sharing a bed, sharing touch and presence… and feeling closer to each other than either of them had ever been to anyone else. All that before the word ‘love’ had been mentioned. Plus there had been the whole wanting to keep it hidden from her roommate, who was in the best position to find out of all the friends she was keeping secrets from, thing going on.
Why should anyone else have been able to interfere in how they grew to be together? No reason at all. She was Tara’s. Tara was hers. That was all that counted. And whilst she regretted Tara ever thinking that she was ashamed of her or something, she liked how that secrecy had brought them closer to each other as fast as it had - without anything else to get in the way of their love. Not a misunderstanding. Not a misspoken word. Not a stupid look from certain friends who wouldn’t get it right away. They’d been themselves for each other and now they could be themselves for the world.
Now they could go and be with each other’s friends. Because they were together and they still belonged to each other. Tara was still something that was just hers – that didn’t have to be a secret to be true. And she was something that was just Tara’s.
That was what she’d said that she wanted.
And she had that.
They both did.
The subtle change in attitude was less ‘sharing’ as it was being fair to Tara and the others. Letting them know what a wonderful person Tara was – letting them see just why she’d fallen so deeply in love with the woman she lay with now. Well not all the reasons… but enough of them. Some of the reasons were just between them, requiring a closeness to understand that no one else would ever match.
It seemed a long time now since they’d started to share a bed with each other – for whatever reason it had been back then. But… it also seemed to have rushed by at breakneck speed to bring them to where they were now – at least when she looked back on it all. Whilst time had flown by in that sense – the hours when she was away from Tara crawled past her like slow moving little worms that were gesturing their defiance of her will to hurry up at her.
Okay so there weren’t any actual little worms.
Just yesterday she’d found herself in class, leading a discussion about particle physics – one of her electives this semester and actually one of her more interesting theoretical science classes - and all she’d been able to do was to work out the minutes until she could not only be back in Tara’s company but actually how long it would be, at the end of what had been a very long week, before she could convince Tara that it really was time for bed. She’d wanted to find sleep in those lovely, soft, arms… and the best thing of all was that it was what she had actually done.
And after a good night’s sleep came wakefulness. Refreshed – full of energy. Ready to face the day ahead. Even if it, as a Saturday, mainly consisted of relaxing in the arms of her lover.
Again… after all that had happened there was an again – and she couldn’t help grinning.
She had a lover.
She’d been in love once before… but she’d never thought of herself as having a lover to go along with that love. Now though… now she was in love. She was being loved. She was making love and she was being made love to.
It was a whole big love thing that they had going right here in this room – and it was pretty damn marvellous thank you very much.
This might… this might have been the first time that she’d woken up first. Of course she’d woken up in the night before and she’d gone back to sleep still wrapped in the warm place that was their love, and Tara, but this was the first time that she remembered waking up ready for the day to commence before Tara had. Usually it would have been Tara resting her head on her hand and watching her with those soft blue eyes that spoke more of love to her than all the poetry in the library could do. A single look from Tara meant more to her than all those words could ever do… unless Tara was reading them to her.
And she had done that… occasionally.
Tara wasn’t awake before her this time though.
It gave her just a tiny thrill to be seeing something that she’d never really had the light to pay attention to before – sleeping Tara. There was always a beauty about her lover – but in sleep it took on another, even more peaceful, hue. Tara was definitely ‘up and at ’em’ girl. Well most of the time anyway. What had tired one of them out generally tired out the other too… and then Tara was still awake before her.
Tara was way more ‘up and at ’em’ than Willow anyway. Until today. Tara had told her about living at home and getting up early in the morning to see to the horses before school, but then there was also the other thing… Tara had admitted that she liked to watch Willow, her lover, sleeping.
And right here, right now, Willow could certainly understand the attraction of the watching – if not the subject matter that Tara had been talking about then. She still found it bizarre that someone as lovely as Tara could think that she was beautiful… especially asleep. She supposed that they were the same sort of doubts that Tara had about herself… which Willow thought were crazy too.
She watched as Tara stirred a little and a tiny little moan escaped sleepy lips. In response Willow smoothed her finger over her love’s cheek, following the gentle curve of the bone round to her near her ear.
Maybe it was just because Tara was waking up anyway but Willow liked to think it was her touch that had provoked the other woman into turning towards her, silencing the little snores and returning to the simple sound of breathing. Yeah, that was a nice idea to be able to have – and better still there was no one to say that it wasn't true… Not ever.
Tara came to rest with her cheek on the pillow, trapping Willow’s fingers there beneath her soft skin. Okay… that was okay. It was an awkward position but for right now it was okay. She wasn’t going to shock Tara out of sleep because… well she wouldn’t like that herself. She was going to let her love drift gently out of it and she was going to watch every moment for new things she’d never had chance to observe about Tara before.
And then, once her love was awake, maybe she could have her fingers back. Fingers were good… she’d never really appreciated how special they were until well… Almost as special as mouths…
Maybe… well maybe she could make herself more comfortable until then. She moved her other arm and laid her head on the pillow beside Tara’s instead - watching and waiting.
Which gave her one whole free hand… One that she chose to use to trail down her lover’s body and to eventually caress Tara’s thigh. Once again her touch brought a reaction from the sleeping woman as Tara’s leg slipped over the top of her own and hooked into position. Moving closer to the fingers that caressed it lightly.
But Tara was still asleep and it was a sight to behold in the curtained daylight. Not asleep for that much longer though. It was another one of those periods where Willow was having trouble with time and how fast it was passing her by. She was hypnotised by the slow rise and fall of Tara’s chest. By the sounds of her breath. By the gentle movement of her lips whilst she was breathing like that.
By Tara’s chest.
She just had to come back to that didn’t she.
By Tara’s lips… She had to come back to those too.
Eventually though the moment was over and Tara’s eyes fluttered open, blinking against the light before closing again to stop her eyes from being abused by its presence. A few seconds of that though and they’d adjusted. Then blue met green. It wasn't as if Tara hadn’t appreciated she was there for those few seconds… the movement of a foot against Willow’s leg had more than suggested that and there were other senses that they appealed to each other through.
Smell. Touch. Hearing… Taste.
“Hmmn,” Tara said.
“Yeah baby,” Willow agreed. “It is.”
“Mmm?”
“Yeah, already,” Willow replied and kissed her.
The kiss seemed to bring Tara all the rest of the way back from dreamland.
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“You’re so beautiful,” Tara said eventually. She didn’t feel that she could ever say that enough to Willow – but she was trying. There weren’t enough words to tell Willow how deeply she appreciated that – and certainly there had never been enough written to say how in love she was with this red haired goddess.
“I know,” Willow joked in reply. Tara pulled a face in response at what, because it was a joke, was actually a denial. “I always wanted to be… no… no actually I didn’t.” Willow went on to say.
“What?” Tara asked, curious what it was that Willow wanted – or didn’t – that she had… or didn’t have. It was up to her to provide it of course. Or appreciate it…
“I never wanted to be beautiful,” Willow explained. “Being beautiful… in school always seemed like more trouble than it was actually worth.”
“Tough,” Tara told her. She didn’t need to say it again… but she could.
Willow smiled. “But I always wanted someone to find me beautiful,” she completed a little shyly - as she could be. “For me. As I was. Not the clothes and the makeup – cos let’s face it… my clothes never really came from the beautiful shop either.”
“I think I’ve got that finding you beautiful covered,” Tara suggested and brought another smile from Willow. “All of you. All of you is beautiful. They were blind to miss it, whoever ‘they’ were. It shines out. You shine,” Tara told her, finding herself a little shy too. Still shy around this woman… It was probably because she was dazzled by Willow’s perfection. Until she’d met Willow she’d never really had to think such thoughts – let alone express them to anyone else. It was like a lot of things that she’d wanted to say in her life – she knew what the thoughts were – it was getting them into words that gave her a little trouble sometimes.
But not with Willow.
With Willow she always knew what to say and how to say it. A little shy was as bad as it got and then not doubt because she doubted the reaction. Doubts had faded weeks ago – when she’d realised that she could say anything to Willow and be perfectly safe. It was more that she wasn't sure sometimes that she could take so much goodness.
“I washed my hair last night,” Willow suggested as an explanation for the shining.
“I know,” Tara reminded her. “I was there. I was the one who washed it for you.” That… oh that had been interesting. And they’d found… as they went along that there was more than the obvious hair to be washed. So said Willow… If a job was worth doing it was worth doing well. And so Tara had done for her – getting carefully washed in her turn.
“And I’m sure it shines,” Willow said. “You might have to check that…”
Tara pouted. It wasn’t an expression that suited her – but… the situation deserved a little mocking pout.
“They never saw…” Willow paused, thought about it. “They never really saw the real me. Not like you do. You always did… right from when we met – I could tell. Not because you saw who I was, but you saw right through to the person that I thought I was – the person that I’d become. Even through who I wanted to be. To who I really was all along.”
“Th-that’s kind of deep,” Tara observed, wondering if Willow could say it again and have it make so much sense.
“Is it?” Willow wondered. “Or is it just the truth?”
Tara rolled over, well aware that she was exposing the swell of her breasts within the t-shirt she’d worn last night. She’d turned so that she could look at the clock but offering Willow interesting views always seemed to result in something… interesting.
Before she could roll back though Willow had already moved to cup one of her breasts, stroking the cotton as an acceptable substitute for Tara’s bare skin. “Is it…” Tara paused, savouring the sensations that were starting to bubble inside her with just that delicate caress. “Wow… is it really ten past nine?” She hadn’t realised that she was so tired.
She was torn between staying right where she was… where they were… and having to get up because there was always stuff to be done.
Perhaps sensing that, Willow reassured her. “It’s okay baby. It’s Saturday.”
Tara blinked, and not just because Willow had started to run a finger around her hidden nipple. It really… well it was doing its best not to stay hidden. “Saturday? Are you sure?” Willow nodded and there was a gentle pinch. “You made me forget the day you…”
“So you’ll stay?” Willow invited her to do just that with actions as well as words.
“Sweetie,” Tara pointed out gently, “It’s my room. My bed… So will you stay?” She smiled and pushed her hair back. “With me?”
“Just try and tear me away.”
“N-now why… would I want to do that?” Tara asked innocently as Willow’s hand slipped down to the edge of the t-shirt, seeking a way back up and under the cotton. It didn’t exactly taker her long and Tara was forced to take a deep breath as a result.
“That’s settled then,” Willow promised her.
“We do have to get up,” Tara told her. But as Willow’s hands played with her breasts, both inside and outside of her shirt, there wasn’t much prospect of that event being any time soon. She could be honest enough with herself to admit that.
“You said we could stay in bed this morning,” Willow protested with a sly grin. “I mean we were up late watching all those Indian soaps last night after our shower...”
“Was that what we were doing?” Tara asked. She remembered there being something on TV that might well have been the Indian soaps. It didn’t tune in too well in this room. “I thought we were fooling around.”
“Well…” Willow conceded, “In between there was a certain amount of fooling going on.”
“In between?” Tara had to ask.
“Afterwards?” Willow suggested as an alternative.
“And before.” In fact, in Tara’s recollection, after they’d got out of the shower there really hadn’t been a lot going on other than the fooling around. And that had been a lingering kind of fooling that had been particularly satisfying. She loved that sort of thing… She loved Willow of course, but being with Willow and things just… developing.
Sometimes they made a point of promising each other that certain, very special, things were going to happen when they went to bed… But it was always best when they just sort of happened. By mutual consent and also all by themselves. Kissing turned to touching. Touching turned to groping. Groping turned back to kissing and then onward into mutual bliss.
It was nice when that just sort of happened. All by themselves.
“The fact,” Willow said, “that there was a late night at all was sort of my point.”
Tara smiled and blew her lover a kiss. “I guess so.” Willow couldn’t catch that kiss… her hands were otherwise engaged but they were so close that Tara couldn’t have missed her lips anyway.
“Wanna fool around some more?” Willow asked her.
“Isn’t it just a bit late for that?” Tara had to ask. It really, really was. Way too late for that now. Or for… just that.
“It’s only just after nine,” Willow repeated.
Tara smiled. “No sweetie, that’s not what I meant.” She tipped her head and watched as Willow looked in the indicated direction. They were both looking down at where Willow’s hand had slipped from her breast down to rest between her legs, pushing the covers back.
Well not exactly ‘rest’ so much as… oh… fingers deliciously tantalising her and promising her so much.
Willow gave her an apologetic smile – as if she was really totally innocent and had no idea what her hand was doing there. It clearly had a life of its own – and it had, Tara knew, talent too. Definite talent at seeking out the important things whilst not neglecting the whole.
Such lovely, precious, talent.
“You want I should stop then?” Willow asked her and showing no sign that she would.
Tara paused to consider that – wondering if her feigned indecision would worry her lover. It obviously didn’t though – all it did was change the pattern of the caresses that were being lavished on her most intimate flesh by her most perfect love. “No,” she said finally. “I don’t think that’s necessaaaAAry.” She looked into Willow’s playful eyes accusingly. “You… you… you minx.”
“I wasn't going to take any chances on you saying ‘yes,’” Willow explained and continued the new motions. “So is that a yes?” she asked.
Tara ignored the question as Willow played with her in most delicious ways. “Is that… is that all that you think of?” she teased once she’d recovered from the surprise and settled into the new rhythm of the start of their loving.
“No…” Willow said. “Not all at all. I think of these too.” She bent in and kissed Tara firmly on the lips.
Tara was breathing heavily by the time they parted and not all of it was due to forgetting to breathe during the kissing… Just when she thought she’d got used to kissing and wanting to die a happy woman right then… Her body needed more oxygen to cope with what Willow was doing to and for her. Just to survive without passing out she needed to take in more air and so she virtually panted. “Is that all?” she managed to ask.
“No,” Willow said again. “There’s some other stuff I think of too.”
“What?”
Willow took hold of her shirt and pulled it up over her head, barely abandoning the place between her legs for more than a few seconds. But Tara still felt the loss of that contact… Just briefly. Once Willow’s hand was back where it so obviously belonged, she brought her other to Tara’s breast, holding it in fingers that weren’t as gentle as the other hand had been… And then she showed that she was thinking of Tara’s nipples too. First one and then the other as kisses and sucking lips arrived at each of them in turn. Back and forth… or rather left and right.
Eventually she let them go and Tara was forced to ask. “You’re thinking of something else now?” She ran her fingers around Willow’s face until her lover caught that hand and took it to her mouth, gently kissing it. Tara gave her the control of that hand and it was kissed, licked and eventually her fingers were taken right into Willow’s mouth. Tara’s thoughts were elsewhere… she caught herself moving them in and out of that hot wet place as if it were another, similar, one. Just for a moment or two… until she caught herself…
Willow let her pull them away, the thin strand of saliva connecting them for a moment and then severed, springing back to the dampened palm of her hand. “I think,” Willow said, “you must be thinking of something else too.”
“I might be,” Tara admitted after she’d swallowed heavily. Her… well what she’d been doing just then… carried away in the moment. Yeah she’d been thinking something else.
Willow kissed her once more and when they parted Tara was forced to point it out to her. “I think we went there already. Unless you’ve run out of things that you were thinking.” It wasn’t like a kiss was a backward step or in any way disappointing… but there was a game being played here. At least she hoped there was. Tara thought that her smile probably showed she was hoping that wasn't all Willow had in mind.
“Oh… sorry,” Willow smiled. “Now… what was I thinking?”
Willow steadily slipped down the bed and Tara started to get an idea of what she might have been thinking and it turned out they’d been thinking the same sort of things. The warmth of anticipation stopped her feeling too cold when Willow’s hand left her heated flesh and was instead running down the back of her leg. Kisses trailed down from the insides of her thighs, down to her knees where that hand started to stroke the delicate, soft, skin behind them, and further to her calf.
Her ankle was the next recipient of Willow’s kiss. Such a perfectly delicate touch as Willow took hold of her foot and kissed her way over the skin until she reached her toe… kissed the tip of the big one and then started to slip back up to the ankle again.
“Was that what you were thinking?” Tara asked her gently. It hadn’t been exactly what she’d been thinking, especially when Willow had started to move down her body, but it would do.
“No,” Willow smiled up at her in a way that told Tara all that she needed to know. “I was definitely…” She planted another kiss on her calf. “…thinking…” This time on her knee. “Of…” Then the soft inside of her thigh. “…Lips.”
Willow kissed her again – square on the lips this time after shifting herself on the bed a little, obviously settling in for more than a brief visit there – but this kiss wasn’t something they’d already done this morning. It was kissing… with tongue… in a different way than before.
With only one mouth involved. The other dropped open in a soundless scream of appreciation for what Willow had found to do between her legs.
“Mmmmnn,” Tara managed eventually. “Don’t stop.” That when Willow had moved a little, as if she might have chosen move onwards. Tara liked her right where she was though.
Willow lifted her head and then bent to plant another tiny kiss at the heart of Tara’s desire. “You like?” she asked.
“Quiet lover…” Tara breathed. “Quiet.” Let your lips do the talking Willow. Okay… so they were doing that… Talking fast and slow… Oh hell… Just kiss me there woman. Again and again. For as long as it takes. All of those sentiments Tara forced into the gentle push her hand gave to the back of Willow’s head. She saw Willow’s smile break open again, just before those lips were back worshipping her own.
And it was worship… Tara knew all the signs. She’d worshipped Willow often enough to realise that there was no other, true, description of what was happening down there. Even if they ‘worshipped’ each other – it was still worship. Neither of them could yet quite believe that they were worthy of the other one.
And if the outcome of that was worship was like… ohhhh… like that… then Tara wasn’t going to complain – either on her own behalf or on Willow’s. She felt hands slip over her skin, running along the inside of her bent legs, over the insides of her thighs… opening her wider. Then fingers were spreading her open. Revealing her to the caress of that wet, seeking, tongue and the lips that followed it around. Revealing her to gentle licks, firm lapping and intimate kisses in delicious combinations.
It was almost too much to bear… But bear it she would until the moments when it came crashing over her and she would be free of the wonderful tensions that Willow was creating in her body. She closed her eyes, trying to stop the sensations from overwhelming her… but she had to look. She had to hear. She had to smell and she had to taste…
Most of all she had to feel.
There was… there was no way that she could mollify that raging need to feel what Willow had awakened in her. She was going to feel… and she was going to feel Willow in her turn. “Yes,” she told her lover. There hadn’t been a question… but she needed to tell Willow what she clearly already knew. That she was… the love of her life. The lover of her life. She was all that Tara ever wanted and needed. “Yes.” The word covered all that.
Willow pushed in closer, parting Tara’s legs with her shoulders – if any more parting was needed – her hair spilling over Tara’s belly… tickling her… or it would have done if she could feel anything else but that loving mouth and the fingers that teased at her. Opened her… dipping into her a little but holding back from deeper intrusions this time. Tara knew that her that place was the realm of Willow’s tongue right now. Her tongue and her lips.
That was how her lover had chosen to love her. Who was she to argue? Even if, for one second, she’d wanted to. Which she hadn’t.
It was at some moments… moments like the one that was rapidly approaching… pooling in that space where Willow was… that made it hard to imagine that there had ever been a place that was more secure, happier… or… or… or more damn pleasurable than this…. When it came, that moment, it exploded into her from Willow’s loving mouth, through the tiny nub of swollen flesh that couldn’t contain even a part of the pleasure that her lover had blessed her with, and out in waves through the rest of her body. Ripples on a pond. Crashing waves on the ocean…
Muscles clenched and relaxed without coordination or control, but they had every reason that they would ever need. Willow was her reason… Willow was her love. Willow was the most important thing in her life.
And yes… she was the most pleasurable too. Oh… Oh so very pleasurable.
Tara loved how Willow… She’d always thought that when someone eventually made love to her… that it would be over… and then there would be kissing. That a lover… and in her head now she couldn’t remember that not being Willow she had been seeing in her mind’s eye back then… would finish down there and then she would come back to her…
Their first time. The first time Willow had made love to her like this she’d hurried back up to where Tara’s head lay… as insensibly sprawled as the rest of her body had been and she’d sought urgent reassurance. That it had been right… That it had been good… That she hadn’t done something wrong…
Wrong?
That should have reduced her to hysterics…
And aside from their love… Tara had never known anything better than what Willow had done for her. Only their love could inspire greater pleasure in her – if less focused and explosive. Since then though – reassured by that – Willow had tended to pause down there. Like now – and Tara liked that.
Her lover’s head lay on her belly. As if Tara was a pillow – Willow had moved just so she could do that. At first she was looking down towards the end of the bed and Tara, hypersensitive as well as soaked in a combination of their wetness, had been able to feel Willow’s breath whispering through the fine hair there - cool against wet, heated, flesh.
But then she turned her head to look up to Tara.
There was a sly smile on Willow’s face. Tara didn’t believe that, in her constant desire to be the best at everything she did, Willow would ever lose that post-lovemaking smile. She didn’t need marks… the climax had been all that she had wanted to achieve… and baby… Oh she’d definitely achieved that. A shy smile that glistened with her appreciation.
Once, Tara might have thought that was a little… well a little less than the purity she’d imagined for the act of making love. Now… now it was just the delicious physical evidence of the love and the lusts that they shared for each other. Nothing wrong with that at all. Nothing wrong with a little glistening or even a lot.
She rubbed her finger on Willow’s nose as her lover smiled at her. Willow’s own fingers weren’t exactly finished… They were gently stroking her belly and her thigh. It was like an offer to her. Willow was offering to do that for her again. She really was. Without a word being spoken or even necessary Willow was offering herself once more. Right away…
When Willow was good… she wanted to be good a lot. There was an almost insatiable desire to please in Tara’s woman.
But Willow wasn’t the only one that had that… Tara could wait though. She wanted to… just a minute more like this. She wanted to enjoy her lover’s presence before she gave herself to Willow. “Come to me…” she whispered after that minute. It wasn't really even a whisper, but Willow knew what she meant despite the near silence.
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Willow watched her lover’s lips move and turn down the offer that she’d made. Sometimes Tara would accept an immediate encore to her loving and Willow would enjoy that as much as she had the first time. But this time Tara had chosen to bring her back to her. She allowed her fingers to trail up the inside of Tara’s thighs as she moved up alongside her lover. Such a delicate slide up such soft skin and then, feeling mischievous, she changed her path and brought that featherlike touch to the lips that she’d just been caressing and licking… she felt Tara jump as she found them and moved directly to the still evident nub that pushed itself forward for attention.
It didn’t really care what else Tara wanted. And nor did Willow’s fingers as she lay her head on Tara’s shoulder. Her fingers stayed right there. In Tara’s hair… stroking, teasing and swirling around – close enough to have the desired effect but far enough away to say that she’d acquiesced to her lover’s wishes too.
“Wh-Which part of that didn’t you understand?” Tara asked her gently.
Willow just continued her motions – adding a kiss to the shoulder and the caress of a single nipple to the disobedience.
“Hmm?” Tara moaned in a question.
“I’m here aren’t I and you never said ‘no’?” she eventually asked.
“You are… you really are, and no I didn’t say ‘no.’” Tara answered and that seemed to be the end of the matter so far as that went. “And now that you’re here, you’re not going anywhere,” Tara assured her.
So… Tara wasn’t going to let her was she? Willow didn’t stop what she was doing though. She didn’t respond in any way other than to tease her lover even more shamelessly. There was nothing to have a jot of shame about. “I don’t need to go anywhere that I’m not already,” Willow promised. “I can stay right-” she shifted her finger to directly stroke that little point of desire “-here.”
Tara swallowed, breathed and then turned to her. “That’s not fair.”
“I’m here,” Willow reminded her and moved her lips so that Tara could kiss her. She did and Willow waited until they parted to try and say another word. “I’ll always be here.”
For all that her hand was between Tara’s legs, it was the one that rested over her lover’s heart that she meant that time. Double meaning – triple really. If not more than that.
Okay… both hands were a valid indicator. One thing was a part of the other – but not vice versa.
“I wanted… I wanted to… you know… be there for you,” Tara told her – breaking her words to suck in a breath or to allow one to slip from her when Willow did just the right thing. “Now.”
“And here you are,” Willow promised her. “At least I think you are… I mean… tell me if this feels good and we’ll see.” And it just took the tiniest movements to prove that Tara was in fact there. A few tiny movements, big effects. Now that was economical. Not that she wouldn’t expend any amount of energy necessary to give Tara what she liked.
Even if she wasn't verbally admitting that she wanted it right now, her body said differently though. Tara’s body didn’t want to let her go… and Willow was happy enough to play along with that. It was actually… when she was in the right place… holding her pretty tightly. Tara’s body was pretty much working on auto-pilot and eventually even her brain started to get in on the act.
“Kiss me,” Tara begged as she rolled onto her side – careful to take Willow’s hand with her in the movement. Both of them. Without giving Willow a chance to respond, Tara’s lips had fastened over her own and her tongue drove as deeply into Willow’s mouth as Willow’s fingers were within a different pair of lips.
Passion, Willow decided, as her lover shook and moaned her way into a climax for the second time in a few short minutes, was a good, good, thing. She voted ‘Yay’ for passion.
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“This time,” Tara said after she’d managed to take her lips from Willow’s, “there will be serious consequences for failing to let me…”
“I won’t just let you baby,” Willow told her. “I want you to. I want you.”
That was what Tara always wanted to hear. She wanted to hear that the woman she loved wanted her – even though she knew it in every part of her body. And when Willow said that to her, how could she possibly give anything less than her all. “What… What do you want?” she asked ready to offer Willow anything she could… Anything she wanted.
It was the first time that she had asked. Before… well they’d never really asked that question. It wasn't that she didn’t have a few ideas of her own – or that they wouldn’t have done everything that she wanted to do already. It was just that…
She wanted Willow to have precisely what she wanted right now.
“You,” Willow told her.
Tara just smiled. It asked a question. ‘What else?’
Willow simply rolled onto her back and her eyes told Tara to follow her. Then Willow took her hand, kissed the tips of the fingers and gently guided it downwards, between her legs.
“Oh,” Tara said.
“Yeah,” Willow responded.
Tara bent and kissed her hard and, mimicking what Willow had done to and for her, she started to work on pleasuring her lover. When she tried to slip down there to kiss Willow, in that special place, her sweetie’s hands clasped around her… keeping her where she was. Tara, accepting that restriction, started to kiss her again before Willow explained.
“Our lips… together. I want that,” Willow told her.
Tara wanted that too – and so long as Willow was happy… more than that… Ecstatic… then Tara was happy to go along with it. Even when Willow interrupted the kiss that she wanted so much to give one word instructions – generally ending in ‘er’ – Tara was in that special place where she knew Willow was more than content. She was… she was coming.
And whilst that might have seen the end of the lovemaking – for a while – it didn’t see the end of the kisses or the slightly more innocent caresses. Just slightly…
Lazy Saturday mornings in bed?
Yes please.
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If I want a little pussy, I got my own to play with. Chance in Chance.
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Edited by: Katharyn at: 2/28/03 11:25:45 am
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Although lazy in bed sounds damn good right about now 
and that 
Okay, okay. I have been missing for a while, I admit it. 
Dear God! That was awesome, and now i must find a way to get Karen to my house for a lazy morning...
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