Thanks,
Diana
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Title: Yummy Goodness
Part: 1
By: The Pineapple Head
Pairing: Tara/Willow
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Sure, let’s run with the theory that I own them.
Premise: Smut, smut and more smut.
Dedication/Inspiration: The girl who inspired this knows who she is and the numerous and talented fanfic writers of the Pens board. It was all in the name of science *grin*
Place In Time: Not exactly AU, but sort of. Ok, so Tara didn’t die, her and Willow are older, have jobs (like that matters) and their own place.
Personal Note: I hope you don’t mind that there really isn’t much of a plot to speak of.
Feedback: I LIKE IT. I LOVE IT. I WANT IT. I NEED IT. GIVE IT TO ME......NOW.
E-Mail: the_pineapple_head@yahoo.com
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Our two happy Wiccan Goddesses are getting ready for bed, watching TV.
"Anything good on?" Tara asked as she slipped the tank top over her head.
"Bunch of repeats....ohhh, Dawson's Creek!" Willow exclaimed from the bed.
"You never watch that."
"Look....it's the first season....all that good drama."
ON THE TV - "I'm not suggesting leather straps and Crisco, just a kiss." .....TV FADES
"MMmmmm Katie Holmes, leather straps....Quiet Willow," she said blushing.
"Would you like to be alone? I could leave," Tara smiled sweetly.
Walking on her knees towards the end of the bed to meet Tara with a come hither stare, Willow replied, "you're the only one I want to be alone with."
"Really?" You seemed awfully interested in Katie a few minutes ago."
"Would you allow me the chance to show you just how interested I am in you?" She inched closer, tucking her thumbs in the waistband of Tara's boxers.
"I fear I'd only be a substitution," she sighed in mock defeat.
Burying her face in the ample bounty of Tara's bosom, Willow extended her tongue, dragging it with careful consideration over her chest, to the base of her neck, delaying slightly over the pulse to nip the flesh, up the curve to settle on Tara's full lips.
The moan Tara was holding in her throat was let out as a growl. The slow, deliberate movements were abandoned in the wake of primal desire. Their lips collided against one another, as well as hips. Tongues came out to play, as the two wiccans got lost in each other, only breaking apart to breathe.
“Convinced yet?” Willow asked while raising an eyebrow.
“Keep trying Rosenberg. I think your technique needs some work,” Tara said with a smile.
“Is that so?”
Digging her nails into the soft cotton covering Tara’s luscious ass, Willow drew their bodies together and captured the blonde’s lips with her own. Her insistent tongue would not be denied entrance, as Willow teased the sensitive nipple of Tara’s right breast with her fingertips.
Not to be outdone, Tara slid her hands down Willow’s back, slipping inside not only her pajama pants, but her panties. Taking in the warmth of Willow’s ass against her palms, kneading the soft flesh, their bodies became even closer. Seizing her girlfriend’s tongue between her teeth, she teased the tip of her tongue with her own.
The temperature in the room was escalating as Willow left Tara’s mouth and began trailing back down her throat and chest. Squeezing the right breast in her hand, pushing it up above the seam of her tank top, Willow claimed the painfully erect nipple as her own. Circling quickly a few times with broad strokes of her tongue, before enveloping it completely and biting down.
“Oh Willow,” Tara whimpered as her head fell back.
The sound of Tara’s pleasure shot straight to Willow’s core, as sucked with that much more intensity. Creeping her right hand up inside the tank top, she seized Tara’s left breast and continued to torment her lover.
Just as Tara’s hand was turning the corner of the redhead’s hip, the phone began to ring.
Before the blonde’s eyes could even open, in the most deadly serious voice she stated, “don’t you think of answering that.”
Looking up with her wide green eyes and a smile curling her lip, Willow knew how turned on her girlfriend was. Tara was typically the more level headed of the two, even Willow would admit to that, except when she was aroused and all bets were off.
“Baby, I have to get it. What if it’s an apocalypse?”
“Then I’ll die with a smile on my face,’ Tara responded, clearly frustrated.
Willow couldn’t help but giggle at the blonde’s attitude, as she removed her hands from underneath the tank top and reached for the phone on the nightstand.
“Hello. Oh hi Buff, what’s up? Um, tomorrow night....let me ask Tara.” Looking at her girlfriend with pleading eyes, she carefully asked, “Baby, do you wanna go over to Buffy’s tomorrow and have dinner?” Hoping her smile would melt the girl’s icy stare, drawing circles on her stomach with her free hand.
Smacking her hand away. “Dinner. Sure. I can’t think of a single thing that would give me more pleasure,” the falseness in her voice was not lost on the redhead.
Removing her hand from the mouthpiece, “Sure Buff. We’ll be there at 7. See you then. Bye.” Placing the phone back in its cradle, Willow hoped she wouldn’t have to work too hard to get back into Tara’s good graces.
“Well the world’s not gonna end,” Willow said all wide eyed and chipper.
“Are you sure about that?”
“I’m sorry baby, it’s just Buffy is my best friend and she’s sort of going through a hard time right now. Once she gets used to Dawn being at school and living alone, I’m sure things will settle down. I promise. She’s just a little lonely.”
“I know. I get it and I want to be supportive or understanding. It’s just that we work all day, there’s the Scooby related craziness and now it seems that there is always a Buffy crisis. I swear we eat there more now than when we lived there. I just miss my Willow Time.”
“Tara, I know and I’m sorry. It won’t be much longer. She just needs to adjust. But if it’s Willow Time that you want, I’m right here,” she replied with a sultry look in her eyes.
“Well I don’t know now. I mean the mood is all broken,”
“Anything I can do to fix that?”
“Nope,” Tara said as she left the bedroom, hiding her grin.
“Baby, where ya goin’?” Willow asked, thoroughly confused.
Shouting from other room, “Relax sweetie, I’m just making sure Miss Kitty has water. Do you want anything from the kitchen?”
“I’ll just steal whatever you’re having.”
Tara was grabbing everything that she needed from kitchen, going over her mental checklist one item at a time. With the lack of Willow Time that she had lately, at work she often found herself thinking of more interesting ways to excite her girlfriend. She had cooked up quite the fantasy and now was as good a time as any to see it through.
Willow was laying on top of the blankets watching tv, when she heard Tara in the hallway. “Coming to bed?”
“Wil, if I ask you to close your eyes, do you promise not to peek?”
It wasn’t often that the blonde surprised her and it made Willow all that much more giddy. “Whatcha got on the other side of that door?”
“Well if you don’t close your eyes, you’ll never find out.”
Pouting at that idea she exclaimed, “alright, they’re closed.” She could hear Tara put down something on the floor next to the bed and sit down, but didn’t have a clue as to what it could be. “Can I open my eyes now?”
“No, but I will need to take your pajamas off.”
Fighting the urge to open your eyes, her eyebrows did go flying up. “Vixen?”
“Yup.”
“Do I get any hints, I mean other than the naked part? Hey are you naked?” Willow asked excitedly, while reaching for her lover’s body.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself. You might miss the best part.”
Willow felt Tara’s hands on her waist and they were cold enough to make her jump a bit, but also give her a little shiver. Moving into a sitting position, she allowed her tank top to be removed and shuddered again at the sensation of Tara’s fingertips gliding down her arms.
Loving the look of delight on the redhead’s face, she leaned in and gently started to kiss her. With her hands resting on Willow’s ribcage and her thumbs coyly teasing the sides of her pert breasts, the kiss intensified. The battle of dominance became greater when Willow scooted closer and placed her hands on the side of Tara’s face.
Each girl was losing themself in the heated moment and it occurred to Tara that if things kept going this way, she would never be able to see her plan through. Breaking away from her lover’s lips she reminded Willow to keep her eyes closed and lay back down on the bed.
Tugging the pajama pants and panties with her thumbs, Tara began to lower them, taking in the sight of her naked lover. Throwing the clothes to the floor, she worked her way up Willow’s legs, placing soft kisses at random. Feeling the redhead squirm beneath her ministrations, Tara’s tongue darted out, tasting the milky white skin below, nipping every so often, making her way up to the left hip.
Willow was making happy little sounds, her eyes still shut, far too distracted to notice Tara’s hand drop along side the bed and pick something else. She certainly noticed when the ice in Tara’s hand found it’s way to her stomach.
“Hi! Whoa! Wow!”
“You like that?” Tara asked as the ice was dragged across the firm muscles of Willow’s belly, making the girl squirm and twist even more.
“I don’t think you have to worry about holding my attention.”
“Well that’s good, because I’ve been thinking about trying some new things.”
“New things?”
“Uh huh,” Tara said with an evil gleam in her eyes, as the ice cube circled Willow’s left nipple.
“OH Tara!”
“Now remember, no peeking.” The blonde took that opportunity to lick all the moisture off of the hard pink nub.
Willow’s body arched at the contact, trying to get her girlfriend to take the nipple into her mouth. Instead Tara backed away, took a new piece of ice between her teeth and re-captured that fabulously sensitive nipple. Swirling the ice around, Willow could barely contain the moans building inside of her.
“Mmmm baby!!!”
Making sure that she had licked the nipple dry and that it was still very cold, Tara took a bottle of a chocolate substance and poured it directly onto the erect nipple.
“Now you can open your eyes.”
The redhead opened her green eyes and marveled at the sight of the lust her blue eyed lover was exuding, as well as the chocolate hardening on her breast.
Before Willow had a chance to say anything, Tara put a finger to her lips and said, “I had this theory that if I could get your nipple cold enough, that the chocolate candy shell topping for the ice cream would get all hard and make a nice treat. And then I thought that you might want to watch as I eat it off your body.”
At this point Willow was incapable of words, as she watched the blonde’s mouth descend upon the top of her breast. Trailing her tongue along the base of the shell, she went around a few times, until she had reached the stiff, sweet peak. Looking up at the hunger emanating from Willow, she smiled wickedly and bit down hard.
“OH GODDESS!!!” Willow screamed out in pure ecstasy, her hips bucking up into the air the process.
Tara sucked harder and never took her eyes off of her girl. “Mmmmm chocolate covered Willow.” The blonde let her mouth wander in search of anymore of the chocolatey goodness, seemingly without a care in the world.
Willow on the other hand was at a loss. Her breathing was now labored and the wetness between her thighs, along with the throbbing of her clit was seriously becoming an issue. She could barely remember her own name, let alone ever being this turned on or wanting Tara this much.
“Baby....I need...” Willow tried, struggling with her words.
“What is that you need sweetie?” Tara asked in a sugary voice.
“You. I need you.”
Still toying with the fragile redhead, “Darling, I’m right here.”
“Inside me. I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me. Please baby,” her voice pleading.
“Nah uh.”
“Tara please, don’t tease me anymore.”
“Soon. I have one more theory I’m dying to test.”
“I can’t take much more.”
“But baby, it’s in the name of science.”
Willow tried to control her breathing and all of the sensations that were sweeping through her body, when Tara picked up a bottle of Reddi-Whip and jar of cherries. Again before Willow had a chance to form words, Tara cut her off.
“Here’s my other theory. It’s actually not so much a theory, but a taste test. See I know that I love cherries covered in whipped cream, but I can think of one other thing that might make them taste even better.” Parting the redhead’s thighs a little wider, she continued. “If you’re willing and by the looks of it you are, I’d love taste a cherry covered in Willow Cream and put the debate to rest.”
A very audible gulp was heard coming from Willow’s mouth, as she nodded for her girlfriend to continue.
Tara shook the can of Reddi-Whip and made a nice little mountain in the middle of Willow’s belly. Next she opened up the jar of cherries and pulled one out by the stem. She delighted in the looks that Willow was giving her as she ran the cherry through her juices and rubbed it along her aching clit. Finally she brought the sweet fruit to her mouth, circled it with her tongue and completely devoured it before Willow’s eyes.
“Mmmm Willow Cherry.” Tara sighed, closing her eyes.
“Oh Dear God!!” Willow cried out at the sight.
Grabbing another cherry by the stem, she repeated the process and brought it up to Willow’s lips. “Oh yeah, you have to try some too. Remember how much you love science.”
Wasting no time, Willow took the cherry and Tara’s fingers into her mouth. Licking and grating her teeth down the fingers, she bit the cherry off the stem, moaning as she swallowed it.
“Now for the whipped cream.” Tara took a third cherry from the jar, sliding it through the pile of Reddi-Whip on Willow’s belly. Bringing up to her mouth, she licked the cream off the cherry and finally ate it.
“It’s good, but I don’t think there really is any comparison. Your cream is by far superior. Taste for yourself.” Pulling yet a fourth cherry from the jar on the nightstand, she covered it in whipped cream and watched the redhead take a bite.
“Mmmmmm.” Willow replied, trembling slightly.
Dropping her head down to what was left of the Reddi-Whip on Willow’s stomach, Tara proceeded to lick her skin clean and work her way through her breasts, up her throat and to her lover’s waiting lips. Their fervor for each other could not be denied, as each woman whimpered and panted in longing.
As the broke apart, Tara looked down at Willow, caressing the side of her face, saying, “I do believe I promised you I would take care of your problem when I was finished with my experiment. And I’m not one to break a promise.”
“I want you so much right now.” Sitting up as she moved her hands to the edge of Tara’s tank top, Willow removed it and threw it somewhere near her clothes on the floor. Taking her face in her hands, she kissed her again, as Tara worked her boxers and panties down and to the floor, the can of whipped cream soon followed.
Tara knew that she had teased her lover enough and now it was time to make good on that promise. Moving further down her body, she playfully nipped, licked and kissed the hot flesh of Willow’s torso, coming to rest between her legs.
The soft sighs that left Willow’s mouth were replaced by loud gasps when Tara circled her entrance with her tongue. Teasing her just a bit more, she continued to circle Willow’s pussy, before sliding up to her clit and flicking it repeatedly.
“Tara, YES!”
The blonde’s hands caressed Willow’s inner thighs, as her hips bucked up against Tara’s willing mouth. Seizing the redhead’s clit between her lips and teeth, she sucked with a ferocity that Willow could not ignore. The two fingers that Tara thrust inside her sopping wet entrance nearly sent her over the edge. Gripping the headboard with her nails in the wood and her fingers turning white, Willow’s cries became louder and louder.
“Oh God Baby!!! More!!”
Tara could usually never refuse her lover when she begged and now was not the exception. Thrusting harder and faster, she bit down on the engorged nub between her teeth, as her other hand crept up Willow’s body, pinching the tender flesh of her nipple.
“AHHHHHHHH!!!” Willow screamed out even louder.
Twisting the nipple more severely, Tara’s mouth never left Willow’s clit, alternating between firm strokes of her tongue and hard bites of her teeth. Scraping those two fingers against the inner wall of her pussy, she exited completely, only to enter her again with three.
“TARA!!!”
The sweat on Willow’s brow and body rolled down to the bed in beads, as her body jerked and bucked against her lover. With every roll of her hips, she was that much more closer to her release. It was at the moment that Tara withdrew her fingers and removed her mouth from Willow’s clit.
Looking up in a mixture of horror, fear and confusion, Willow could not determine the expression on Tara’s face. “Baby?”
Completely cool and calm, Tara returned her stare and replied, “Just tell me what you want.”
Whimpering at the fingers taunting her flesh, so close to the source of her heat and desire, Willow begged. “Please baby, I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard and make me come.”
“I’ll fuck you, as long as you keep your eyes open. I want you to watch me send you over the edge. I want you to see the pleasure it gives me to see you overcome with passion.”
Willow kept her eyes fixed on Tara, as the blonde teased her clit with feather light strokes of her tongue. Wanting to cry out at the torment, she figured her lover would only drag this out even longer. The look in Tara’s eyes was completely primal and she could feel in resonating in every nerve ending.
Tara rewarded Willow for behaving so well, thrusting three fingers back into her body. Pulling back along the inner wall, she chose then to bite down on her clit, eliciting a howl she wasn’t sure she had ever heard her girlfriend make before, feeling her body stiffen below here.
“TARA!!!! OH GOD BABY!!!!”
The muscles in Willow’s pussy clamped down hard on Tara’s fingers, as her climax assaulted her in wave after blinding wave. She was no longer able to keep her eyes open and watch as Tara continued to move within her, sending her into another spiral. One final bite of her clit and Willow was no longer aware of anything other than warmth in her body and feeling of floating.
Tara lapped up all of Willow’s juices and she watched the redhead drift in and out of reality. Crawling up to cradle her now limp lover into her arms. Willow could barely open her eyes, as she felt Tara’s lips upon her own. Tasting herself, she sighed back contentedly, an unmistakable smile on her face.
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"No, I'm not cold. I can engrave glass with my nipples, but I'm not cold."
Me
-Viv-
But I guess a cold shower works too. Thank you. 
You my dear... are the goddess of all smut. I LOVE THE FIC! You freakin' RULE!
at: 12/28/03 1:15 am