AUTHOR: maudmac
EMAIL: maudmac@hotmail.com
RATING: NC-17 ABSOLUTELY 100% COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY NC-17. I MEAN IT! (Please see the disclaimer.)
FEEDBACK: Sure
DISTRIBUTION: Please ask first.
PAIRING: W/T only
SPOILERS: Season 6
DISCLAIMER: Pretty much PWP. Serious fucking ahead. Toys involved. Penetration involved. Penetration with toys involved. You get the picture. (There’s some naughty language, too.) Please don’t read if you think this will bother you!
SUMMARY: Willow and Tara spend an evening alone at home. This story takes place several months after the events of season 6 and splits from canon in many ways. The events of “Seeing Red” did happen as shown, but Tara survived being shot. She, Willow, Buffy, and Dawn all live happily at Casa Summers. There was never any Vengeance Willow. (And Warren’s rotting away in prison, no doubt getting a dose of his own medicine.) Not that any of these things matters much, since there’s a serious lack of PLOT here.
NOTES: This fic grew, in part, out of a discussion several of us had in chat. Naughty Kitties!
THANKS: A thousand thanks, bags of corn chips, boxes of wine, and jam tarts to my breathtakingly fabulous betas: Sally, xita, and Ruth. Thanks for giving it to me straight. (…ahem…you know what I mean…right…)
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Willow’s toes danced manically as her legs rested on the coffee table. Occasionally, the clicking of her fingers on the keyboard of her laptop could be heard, followed by stilled toes and a “hmph.” Then more clicking. An “oooooh!” and the dance resumed.
Tara had long since stopped reading her book. She had shifted her legs and was now leaning on the arm of the chair adjacent to the sofa, her book forgotten. She stared at Willow, watching the range of emotion on her face. Tara’s eyes roamed over Willow’s t-shirt, shorts, where her shorts ended and her thighs began….
Once or twice, she had struggled against the laughter that desperately wanted to erupt from the bottom of her lungs. Her face flushed, the truth was that Tara was worked up over more than just dancing toes.
But Willow’s toes were ridiculous. Really. Tara fought the need to laugh again. Something had to give.
Just then, Willow glanced over at Tara and then back down to the screen before her brain processed that Tara had stopped reading and had turned toward her with all her attention.
It was Willow’s double take and her innocent expression that did it. The laughter could no longer be denied. Tara’s head jerked back and she howled, her face red and tears in her eyes. Having built up for half an hour, it was a mighty force once unleashed.
Willow let her go for a few seconds and, when the laughter paused as Tara gasped for breath, she frowned, feigning indignation.
“What?!?”
Tara tried to look at Willow, but she couldn’t. She was laughing and panting and waving her arm toward Willow.
“What?!?”
Tara took a deep breath and, pointing at Willow’s feet, she tried to speak. But thinking the words just untapped a new reserve of laughter and she nearly fell out of her chair. When she could finally look at Willow, who was now looking at her with almost-real indignation while the corners of her mouth twitched in sympathy with Tara’s laughter, she pointed to Willow’s now still toes and took a deep breath.
“Okay, it’s starting to hurt now.”
Willow put on her sternest scowl. “Don’t make me come over there.”
Tara slid her legs out from under her and, putting her feet on the floor, leaned back in the chair and took several deep breaths. She then leaned forward and jabbed the fingers of one hand at the air near Willow’s toes while her other hand was wiping the tears from her face.
Eyebrows raised, Willow looked at her feet, then at Tara, back at her feet, and at Tara again.
“Uh-huh? I have feet! They are feet-like. They do feety things with their feetiness. Being feet and all.”
A breath, and, “Toes…it…it’s…toes…your…your…toes, honey…j-j-j-jazz…jazz toes!” And with that, Tara doubled over with a new round of laughter.
Now Willow was honestly perplexed. She had no idea what Tara found so funny.
“Jazz toes? Jazz toes? Jazz toes? Tara? Baby? Have you been into the crack again? That’s my crack! I’m the junkie here, remember?” Willow winked and then put on her pouty face, “Besides, it’s just for special occasions.”
Calmer now, and breathing somewhat normally, Tara said, “No, no, honey, your toes. Like jazz toes? You know…” She spread her hands and wiggled her fingers frantically, hoping to convey what she meant without descending into another fit of laughter.
“Oh! Jazz toes! Right, okay. Hey! These are not jazz toes, here, missy. Hold on, now. These are spirit toes.” She wiggled her toes to illustrate. “See? Spirit toes. Jazz toes are stupid and silly. Spirit toes, on the other hand…or, really, the other foot, I suppose…now, spirit toes are noble, honorable creatures, shouldering the burden of bringing cheer to all the world… Hey!”
The last ounce of strength Tara had failed and she really did slide to the floor this time, her entire body shaking with laughter. Drained, she recovered quickly, though.
“They…they…your toes…shouldering the burden and all…well…they must toe the line, huh?”
Willow gave in and laughed along with her, although, truth be told, part of her was laughing at Tara, too. Only Tara could come up with this stuff. Willow knew she was the luckiest woman in the world. It was a joy to see Tara this way, bursting with laughter, bursting with life.
The sight of Tara so overwhelmed by her own laughter, even as it made Willow’s heart glow with love, there was also a tiny prick when she thought about how easily she could have been alone in the world right now. How easily everything could have collapsed and sent Willow’s entire world tumbling into an abyss.
Tara and Willow began to stand at the same time and closed the few feet between them instantly. Each clinging to the other, they laughed together.
Willow held Tara’s head between her hands and quickly kissed her before tucking Tara’s hair behind her ears.
“All that for a few wiggly toes?”
Tara rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around Willow’s waist, pulling her tightly to her. “Oh, honey, you have no idea. I couldn’t get it out of my head. Jazz toes! The more I watched, the funnier it got. Then it was funny that I thought it was funny. And…”
“…and it just snowballed from there.”
“Yeah. The crack might’ve helped, too,” Tara said with a wink to match Willow’s.
“So you admit it! You snuck into my stash!” Willow huffed. “I can’t trust you.”
“Busted,” Tara laughed, though her sides ached. With as much wide-eyed sincerity as she could muster, she said, “But I promise I’ll never ever ever do it again, okay?”
“Pffffft! Likely story.”
“You know, l love you more every day,” Tara said, laying her hand on Willow’s cheek and running her thumb across the still-twitching corner of Willow’s mouth. Looking into her shining eyes, Tara could only think of how fortunate she was, how ridiculously lucky she’d been to find the one woman who completed her, and how blessed she was to get to keep her. Even though they’d hit their share of bad patches, Tara never once questioned her love for Willow or doubted Willow’s love for her. They had healed, as individuals and as a couple. They were whole.
“Not as much as I love you.” Willow leaned her head into Tara’s hand, love soft but tangible and fierce, connecting them, filling them, surrounding them.
“Nope, I love you more.”
“Special occasions, Tara! It’s only for special occasions! Spirit toes is not a special occasion.”
“And how do the noble, honorable spirit toes feel about that?”
“Why don’t you ask them?”
“Oh? I suppose I could one of these days. Do you have spirit ankles, too?”
“Of course.”
“Spirit knees?”
“Yep.”
The left side of Tara’s mouth slowly raised itself. “Spirit…thighs?”
Willow broke eye contact and glanced at Tara’s lips. She licked her own and looked back up into eyes that had begun to glow with a familiar fire.
“Well, baby, I guess you’ll just have to ask them yourself, won’t you?”
“You think they’ll mind?”
“Oh, no! Absolutely not. They will mind not one little bit. I’m certain of it.”
“I don’t know…”
“What’s not to know? They won’t mind, I promise. In fact, I suspect they might even be looking forward to it.”
“Now, how could you possibly know that without asking them?”
Willow shrugged and looked away innocently. “Oh, it’s just something I heard.”
“And where did you hear that? Got spirit ears, too?” Tara asked as she leaned her head around to Willow’s ear.
“I might, maybe. Probably do, now that you mention it. They, um, they hear all kinds of things, those spirit ears.”
Willow felt and heard Tara’s breath against her ear, warm and full of desire.
As Tara’s lips touched the softness of Willow’s earlobe, she felt Willow’s hands separate from where they were joined at the small of her back. Both slipping under her clothing, one hand began a lazy journey up her back, the other slid into the waistband of her shorts and quickly found its target.
Willow pulled with both hands, pressing their bodies even tighter together. Tara’s intake of breath was loud in Willow’s ear and she felt herself growing warm and wet, knowing that Tara was thinking the same thing she was.
Tara took Willow’s earlobe between her teeth and bit gently, caressing it with the tip of her tongue.
Softly, she whispered, “I definitely think this is a spirit ear, all right.” She began kissing Willow’s neck just under her ear, right in one of her most ticklish spots. Willow’s body shook, simultaneously loving and hating the tickling. It was torture, but it was good.
Tara loved how Willow’s body felt in her arms. It was right. It fit. She needed more of it.
Willow felt one of Tara’s hands on the back her head, fingers twisting into her hair, gently encouraging her to tilt her head to the side. Tara’s kisses grew more urgent, her lips and teeth dancing together slowly down Willow’s neck.
Allowing her other hand to join its mate inside Tara’s shorts, Willow pulled Tara even tighter, demanding contact. Tara’s legs parted and their bodies made contact in every way possible. Leaving one hand behind, Willow brought her other hand to the side of Tara’s face and nudged it up and over toward her own.
She didn’t just kiss Tara, she claimed her. She wrapped her hand around the back of Tara’s head and took her in a kiss that spoke of nothing but passionate love. They breathed each other, their bodies swaying as thighs parted even more and until they were nearly insane with the heat of their passion.
Chests heaving, sweat beginning to glisten on their skin, tongues impatient to go elsewhere, and their bodies desperate with desire, they knew they were stretching the boundaries of get-a-roominess.
Tara reluctantly broke the kiss. They paused, gazing into each other’s eyes, communicating effortlessly without words.
They parted slightly, but kept their foreheads together. Willow watched Tara licking her lips and she came very close to just throwing Tara down right there on the floor, whoever might come home be damned.
Tara smiled, seeing the wheels turning in Willow’s mind, calculating the odds of them being interrupted. She raised one eyebrow and tilted her head toward the stairs.
Willow blinked several times, coming out of the daze she’d been in.
“You know, Tara, there are a few spirit body parts we haven’t mentioned yet.”
With that, they tore up the stairs. Willow’s laptop went to sleep as the sound of their door slamming echoed throughout the house.
Neither woman could be bothered to turn on a light. Enough came through the window that each could see the look in the other’s eyes, mad with wanting.
Willow had had Tara’s shorts around her knees by the top of the stairs and now that they were safely behind a closed door, the shorts hit the floor. Tara’s arms were a blur as her hands darted in and out of Willow’s shirt, their lips crushed together, tongues swirling against each other. Soon they realized they were trying to do too many things at once.
“We should prioritize here,” Willow said with a sigh, but Tara’s lips would not be stopped.
“That involves no kissing,” Tara breathed against Willow’s mouth before tracing her tongue across Willow’s bottom lip, biting it gently and pulling back slightly. When her teeth parted, Willow took the opportunity to pull Tara’s t-shirt over her head.
“Just for a second,” Willow whispered as Tara’s hair flew out in all directions, covering her face. As Tara ran her hands through her hair, pushing it back off her face, Willow whipped her own shirt off, paying no mind to her hair, and quickly dropped her shorts to the floor and stepped out of them. Neither Willow nor Tara bothered with any underwear when they were home alone.
Willow smiled sweetly and looked down at her own now-naked body. She spread her arms wide and said, “Hey, no clothes!”
“Better get used to it,” Tara said, as she grabbed Willow’s hips with both hands and pulled her into an embrace. “That’s some spirited hair you got there.”
Their bodies, so different from each other, yet so similar, melted together as one. It was familiar, comfortable, safe. But it always filled each woman with a fierce tingling, as if for the first time, new and strange and exciting.
“I told you, I am a veritable fountain of spiritedness…”
Tara’s thigh slid between Willow’s legs and she smirked, “…and a fountain of other things, as well.”
“Oh? You noticed that, too, huh? I wonder what’s causing it.”
“I really have no idea, sweetie. Want me to check it out for you?”
“I don’t want to trouble you. I mean, I know you’re busy.”
“It’s no trouble. We need to get to the bottom of this, now, don’t we?”
Willow rolled her eyes, sighed, and said, “If you insist.” She pushed Tara toward the bed and flung her across it, leaping on top of her and burying Tara’s lips in a ferocious kiss. Her knee naturally fell between Tara’s legs and Willow stopped, pulling back from the kiss, and held herself above Tara.
“Baby? I believe you’ve sprung a leak.”
Tara’s face showed mock surprise as she reached down between their bodies and touched herself. She brought her fingers up and showed them to Willow.
“Well, would you look at that! You’re right. It’s an epidemic,” Tara said as she turned her glistening fingers back and forth between their faces.
“Looks like we’ve got our work cut out for us.” Willow slowly took two of Tara’s fingers into her mouth, first caressing them with her tongue, then sucking Tara’s wetness from them.
Tara watched Willow and, mixed in with everything else she was feeling, again she felt a surge of gratitude. She was so glad to be alive and be with Willow. They had all been reminded of how precariously balanced they are, forever teetering between life and death. The doctors had said only about a centimeter was all that kept Tara from dying that day.
She and Buffy had been released from the hospital on the same day. Enough time had passed, their scars had healed enough so that now they often laughed, joking that being coddled and pampered for a few weeks was so nice, they should get shot more often.
But it was at times like this, when she was with Willow, that the full weight of what might have happened bore down on her.
Tears shimmered in Tara’s eyes as Willow released her fingers.
“Tara? Baby, what is it? What’s wrong?”
“I love you so much,” Tara said softly and wrapped her arms around Willow’s back, bringing her down to lie fully atop her. As Willow lay in Tara’s arms, she traced her fingers around the scar on Tara’s chest. It had healed nicely, but it would always be there, always remind both of them that every second of their lives, every second they have together, is a gift.
“I love you, too. I…I can’t…I can’t think about…what would have happened…”
“I know, me too,” Tara said gently, and kissed Willow’s forehead.
They lay together for a few minutes, each lost in her own thoughts. Willow’s head rested on Tara’s chest and she took comfort in the solid pounding of Tara’s heart.
As Tara ran her fingers gently through Willow’s hair, Willow softly kissed Tara’s scar. Her fingers traced circles around it before heading lower and circling around Tara’s nipple. She slid to the side, off Tara, but kept her hand where it was and kept one leg thrown over Tara’s hips.
Tara turned her head to the right, facing Willow. She hooked her arm behind Willow’s neck and pulled their lips together.
“So…ummm…where were we?”
Pinching Tara’s nipple slightly, Willow smirked and said, “Oh, I think you know where we were.”
“Oh? Here…?” Tara nudged Willow’s fingers aside and brushed the tips of her fingers over her own nipple, now erect and aching for contact. “Is this where we were?”
Willow licked her lips and said, “I think it might be. If I remember correctly. I usually do, but, you know, there have been a few distractions and I might’ve gotten sidetracked and you can just keep doing that if you want…”
“Well, I wouldn’t want to deprive you, honey. And I seem to remember that there was something I was supposed to be checking.”
“Checking? Oh, yes, it’s all coming back to me. Checking, yes, definitely some checking you’re supposed to be doing.”
Tara shifted and rolled over onto Willow. She gazed into Willow’s eyes for a few seconds before kissing her softly. “You want the full check or the quickie check?”
Grazing her fingers down Tara’s sides, from her shoulders to her hips, Willow laughed, “Quickie? What is this word, ‘quickie’?”
“Did I say ‘quickie’? What in the world was I thinking?” Tara said as she pressed her thigh between Willow’s legs. “Good news, Ms. Rosenberg, I believe I’ve located the source of the leak.”
Willow couldn’t contain the soft moan that escaped her lips. She wanted Tara so much, and in so many ways, she didn’t even know where to begin. But she had had it with the teasing. It was time to get down to business. Willow put her hands firmly on Tara’s shoulders and pushed.
“What I want is you,” Willow said.
Tara begin kissing her way down Willow’s body, lingering at collarbones and nipples and various patches of soft, smooth skin only as long as Willow would allow. When she arrived at Willow’s belly button, Willow growled, spread her legs further apart, and pushed on the top of Tara’s head.
Willow wound her fingers into Tara’s hair and lifted her hips slightly. It was more than a hint, it was an outright demand. And Tara was more than willing to oblige her.
Breathing in Willow’s scent, Tara drew the back of her hand through the damp curls. She slid two fingers past Willow’s outer lips and opened her.
“God, Willow, you’re so wet.”
“It’s all your fault. So you’d better fix it,” Willow said, pushing Tara’s head with greater urgency.
“Yes, Ma’am,” Tara said, kissing the pale softness of Willow’s inner thigh. She briefly sucked on a patch of skin there before running the tip of her tongue higher on Willow’s thigh, to where it ceased to be thigh. She sucked a bit of flesh into her mouth and bit down gently before dispensing with any and all teasing, and placed her tongue firmly on Willow’s clit. Tara entered Willow with two fingers. Willow immediately squeezed, clenching, embracing Tara’s fingers. It was hot and wet and Tara loved the way Willow caressed her fingers. Tara then licked circles around Willow’s clit while sweeping her fingers around inside Willow.
Apparently, however, circles fell just this side of “teasing” and Willow would have none of it. Spreading her legs further apart, she pulled on Tara’s hair and lifted her hips, pressing herself against Tara’s mouth.
“Fuck me,” she insisted.
Tara felt a surge of wetness herself and sealed her lips around Willow’s clit, sucking hard while inserting a third finger. She drove her fingers as deeply into Willow as she could, thrusting with more force than she usually did.
“Tara…oh…oh, God…”
The tip of Tara’s tongue flicked against Willow’s clit inside her mouth.
“Oh, God, God, baby, don’t stop…I’m gonna come…”
Willow came hard, clenching Tara’s fingers, tugging on her hair, her body tensing, then shuddering. She cried out in a wordless shout of orgasmic bliss.
Willow’s body went limp. Tara continued gently licking and kissing as she pulled her fingers from Willow.
“That was fast.”
“Uh...”
Tara laughed and kissed her way back to Willow’s mouth. She traced Willow’s lips with her wet fingers and kissed her softly.
Willow took in a lungful of air and held her breath for a second before blowing it out. “That. That! That right there, baby, that was… God…that was amazing.”
“Well, thanks, I’ve had a lot of practice. Oh, by the way, I’m not sure that leak is really fixed.”
“No?”
“Well, it might come back, you know.”
“You think so?”
“It’s possible. These things have a way of springing new leaks just when you think you’ve fixed them.”
“True, true. Pesky things. Can’t trust ‘em.”
“Right. In fact, there’s another pesky thing in desperate need of some fixin’ around here somewhere.”
Willow rolled onto her side, facing Tara, and kissed her. The minute her lips met Tara’s, Willow felt herself growing even wetter. “There is? What in the world am I supposed to do about that?” she said as she slid her hand down Tara’s hip and half way down her thigh before bringing it back up to twirl Tara’s wet curls around her fingertips.
Tara sighed, rolled her eyes, and said, “Honey, if you don’t know by now…”
Willow pushed Tara onto her back and straddled her. She tickled Tara’s sides and Tara involuntarily brought her knees up as she laughed, nearly spilling Willow. Willow leaned forward and took one of Tara’s nipples into her mouth. She bit down and felt it grow hard against her tongue.
Tara closed her eyes and arched her back, holding Willow’s head to her breast. Willow kissed her way over to Tara’s other breast. “Tell me,” she said before flicking the tip of her tongue against the nipple. “Tell me what you want, what you want me to do…”
Burying her hand in Willow’s hair, Tara pulled Willow nose-to-nose with her. Tara licked her lips and held her bottom lip between her teeth a second before responding. Her eyes bore into Willow’s and when she spoke, her voice was low and husky with need.
“Willow. I want you to kiss me. I want you to lick me. I want you to fuck me. In that order. Right now.”
Willow was insane with the desire to do all of those things, and more, so she wasted no time getting down there. She slid off Tara and knelt at her right side, running her hands over Tara’s body, soaking up the sight of her lying there, waiting. Waiting for her.
Leaning down, Willow began kissing Tara’s belly and quickly made her way down the rest of Tara’s list. The fingers of her right hand teased even more wetness from Tara.
“Jesus, baby, you thought I was wet?” Willow laughed as she slipped a finger into Tara. “I think we’re gonna need a bigger boat.”
“Not if you get down to business.”
Willow settled at Tara’s side and slid another finger in, while rubbing Tara’s clit with the fingers of her left hand. She bent closer and, holding Tara open with her left hand, she ran her tongue the length of Tara’s clit. She continued licking as she slid in two more fingers. Tara drew in a breath and exhaled as a moan that set Willow’s body to throbbing.
Withdrawing her fingers, Willow drove them into Tara’s wetness again. She pulled most of the way out and swirled her fingers, just inside Tara. Alternating slow, lazy licks using the whole of her tongue with a rapid flicking with just its tip, she contemplated a fourth finger.
Just then, as if reading her mind, Tara moved her hand from where she was caressing Willow’s shoulder and grabbed a handful of Willow’s hair, pulling gently.
“More,” Tara demanded.
Tara was so wet, Willow’s fourth finger met with little resistance. She curled her fingers inside Tara and played, spreading them wide as she thrust deeply, then slowly pulling them most of the way out.
Tara usually liked the teasing, like chasing the surf at the beach. Running toward it, then running from it as it surged toward her. But right now she just wanted to have the living daylights fucked out of her.
“Willow…,” Tara warned.
“Mmm?” Willow paused her licking for a second and turned her head slightly.
“ Quit playing around and fuck me!”
Willow leaned her head to the left and playfully nipped Tara’s belly just above her hair before returning to flicking her tongue against Tara’s clit. Willow drove her fingers into Tara and kept driving them deeper and deeper until she felt the clenching that signaled the impending orgasm. She licked harder and fucked Tara harder and Tara immediately tumbled helplessly over the edge, into a monstrous orgasm that shook her body and caused her to yank Willow’s hair. Willow had to fight to keep her mouth where it needed to be.
Tara made a sound Willow could only categorize as a growl as her back arched and she rode the orgasm for so long, Willow wasn’t sure she could keep going.
“Willow! Oh, fuck!” Tara cried as the last spasm took her hips off the bed and curled her toes. She shuddered one last time before collapsing back into the softness of that ridiculously blissful, post-orgasmic place. Tara’s head spun and stars danced behind her eyelids. Spasms ran from her belly all the way down her legs. Her toes finally uncurled and she opened her eyes. Still seeing stars, she sighed and smiled.
Willow stayed inside Tara and rested her head on Tara’s lower belly. She looked up Tara’s body and was overcome by love and gratitude. She thought her heart couldn’t possibly hold more love. Until it did.
Moving her fingers around slowly, gently inside Tara, Willow’s left hand sought Tara’s right hand and they both squeezed tightly.
“Holy shit, sweetie, I think I lost consciousness this time.”
“I hope this time was better than that last time you lost consciousness.”
Tara laughed. “Oh, yes, definitely. Much, much better. Infinitely better. A zillion times better.”
“So…good?”
“Fucking good.”
“Good fucking?”
“Fucking good fucking.”
“Good. But, you know, I think you were right about those leaks. I mean, you think you’re fixing it, but sometimes, you’re just making it worse,” Willow said as she finally withdrew and flopped onto her back beside Tara.
Tara turned on her side and snuggled up to Willow. Willow turned her head and met Tara in a kiss that did nothing to quench their desires. Their tongues met and the kiss deepened.
Pulling back and squinting at Willow, Tara said, “That doesn’t mean you’re giving up, does it?”
“Hell, no, baby,” Willow said, “it just means we’ve got a lot of work to do.”
“It’s gonna be a long night, then,” Tara whispered before descending on Willow.
She was right.
Willow breathed in the scent of shampoo as Tara’s hair fell around her face. It created a nice little cave around their faces as Willow drove her tongue upwards, into Tara’s mouth. Tara often suggested pulling her hair back, but Willow loved the way it felt on her body, how it tickled as Tara kissed her everywhere.
As Tara shifted fully atop her, Willow spread her legs wide, to either side of Tara’s, and, drawing her knees up, squeezed Tara’s hips between her thighs. Willow raked her fingers down Tara’s sides and up her back. Tara shuddered at the sensation and bore down harder with her hips.
Willow groaned into Tara’s busy mouth and reached down to Tara’s ass and pulled her even closer. Tara pushed against Willow and took her tongue and teeth to Willow’s neck, biting and sucking the soft skin there. Willow pulled on Tara’s ass again to indicate she wanted a rhythm.
Tara began rocking them as her tongue trailed from Willow’s neck to her shoulder. She sucked on Willow’s freckled flesh and Willow arched her back.
“Mmmmmm….”
Tara’s lips left Willow’s skin, and she rose slightly to look Willow in the eye. “Mmm-hmm?”
Willow brought her hands between them and cupped Tara’s breasts, feeling the swollen nipples against her palms.
Breathing heavily, her voice low, Willow said, “You know what I want.”
Tara knew. Oh, yes, she knew very well. Still, she considered teasing it out of Willow, though. But the heat between them – full, thick, almost unbearable – made it clear that neither woman was now in the mood for much teasing. Tara knew what Willow wanted and she was going to give it to her.
Tara leaned forward and kissed Willow’s lips quickly before rolling off and onto her belly so she could reach under the bed. She slid a box out and as she was opening it, she again thought of how she loved to wind Willow up, tease her, take her to the brink and leave her there for a minute, dangling helplessly and growling with frustration.
The truth was that Willow loved to be teased that way as much as Tara loved doing it, but Willow was reluctant to admit it. And keeping that little secret to herself made it much easier to tease Tara in the same way.
Willow had sat up behind her and was running her fingers up and down Tara’s legs, tracing patterns on the sensitive skin behind Tara’s knees. Pausing for only a second, Tara was relentlessly pulled by her passion to make love to Willow in every way Willow wanted.
Tara pawed through the box and quickly located the soft leather harness. She briefly surveyed the rest of the box’s contents and soon settled on the dildo she knew was Willow’s favorite. With these in hand, Tara rolled over and held out the harness and dildo to Willow.
Willow smiled and snatched them out of Tara’s hands and moved to kneel between Tara’s legs. She brought first one, then the other leg up and slid Tara’s feet through the straps. She worked it up to Tara’s thighs before pulling on the ring at the center of the leather triangle and sliding the dildo through it. When it was fully through, Tara lifted her hips, and Willow worked the harness into place. She tugged on the straps, tightening them, making sure the fit was snug, but not too tight.
Tara sat up and pulled Willow into her arms. They kissed, tongue against tongue, as Willow set her legs outside Tara’s. Tara held her in her lap, the dildo pressed between their bellies.
Willow captured Tara’s tongue and sucked on it as she ran her hands through Tara’s hair. Tara reached between them and slid her thumb across Willow’s clit, feeling it swell, feeling Willow’s breathing grow heavier. Willow finally had to let Tara’s tongue go.
“Ms. Rosenberg? If you’ve got a minute, I think I have something that might help that terrible leak you’ve got there.”
“I am forever in your debt, Ms. Maclay.” Willow’s breath caught in her throat as Tara’s thumb pressed against her clit. “It’s…it’s…oh…oh…God…uh…a very serious situation.”
“I can see that,” Tara said as she abandoned Willow’s clit to place her hands under Willow’s ass, helping to lift her. Reaching down, Willow guided the dildo to her opening and slowly slid down its length. Tara raised her knees, cradling Willow, supporting her. She kept one arm wrapped around Willow while the other hand roamed from Willow’s hair, to her ears, face, lips, neck, and back and forth across her chest to her breasts. She pinched one of Willow’s nipples and watched in fascination as it grew even larger.
Willow clung to Tara, who was balancing them both. She had thanked every god and goddess in the pantheon that Tara was still here to hold her, to be held, to love and be loved.
As Willow pressed her mouth to the side of Tara’s neck and scraped her teeth against the skin there, sweet but now slightly salty with perspiration, she let one hand tickle its way down Tara’s chest, down her belly and across to her own raging clit, which was demanding immediate attention. She slid two fingers up and down on either side, squeezing her clit between them.
Shifting her hips forward slightly, Willow began a slow rhythm that quickly needed to become a faster rhythm. She and Tara let each other go and Tara leaned back on her elbows, giving Willow the room she needed. Willow rearranged her legs somewhat, so that she could move her hips back and forth. She leaned forward and held herself over Tara with one arm, while the other hand stayed busy where it was needed.
Tara watched Willow with eyes that were heavily lidded with lust, watched her enveloping the dildo’s length with each thrust of her hips, watched her pleasuring herself, licking lips Tara ached to devour with her own. And Willow watched Tara watching her.
Just as Willow began to feel the first tingling of her orgasm, she stopped all her movements. She brought her fingers to Tara’s mouth and pushed them into a familiar soft, warm, wetness. Tara bathed Willow’s fingers with her tongue, tasting them, loving them.
Leaning forward, Willow’s tongue joined her fingers inside Tara’s mouth for a moment.
“Fuck me, baby.”
Tara spread her knees and drew her feet in, leaning into Willow and shifting her backward. With Willow on her back, Tara held herself up with both arms and began thrusting the dildo deep into her lover.
“Fuck me hard,” Willow demanded and she dragged her nails up Tara’s back.
Tara leaned back, kneeling between Willow’s legs and drove her hips forward, sinking the dildo deeply into Willow. Tara grabbed Willow’s hips and pulled as a counterpoint to each thrust. When she saw Willow’s fingers heading toward her own clit, Tara got there first with her thumb. As soon as she touched Willow, she could tell Willow was on the edge.
Sweating, her hair swinging madly with the rhythm, the triangle of leather pressing against her, Tara wasn’t too far from an edge of her own.
“Don’t…stop…” Willow struggled to say, as Tara began a circular rhythm over Willow’s clit. “Harder,” Willow whispered before her eyes squeezed shut and she clenched her jaws, a fistful of sheet in each hand. She surrendered to the orgasm and was lost within it. It was all she was for a moment, nerves firing in a frenzy to finally release their energy. The veins in Willow’s neck swelled with the force and Tara wanted few things more than to kiss them, feel them pulsing against her lips.
But Willow was still coming.
So Tara was still fucking her, fucking her as hard as she could, her thumb ravaging Willow’s clit.
Willow suddenly opened her mouth wide and took a deep breath. Tara slowed her hips and thumb, winding down with Willow to a lazy, gentle pace. One more long, slow thrust and a brush of her thumb over Willow’s clit, and Tara leaned down to kiss her way from Willow’s chest to her neck. As she traced her tongue up Willow’s neck to her chin, she saw that Willow was grinning from ear to ear.
Tara reached down and guided the dildo slowly out. She moved to Willow’s side and Willow rolled toward her, their sweat-slick bodies melting together, arms and legs entangled.
They held each other in silence, just being. Each looking into the other’s eyes and letting her eyes express everything she felt. Words weren’t necessary at a time like that.
But eventually Willow spoke.
“Thanks, baby,” she said, the grin returning to her face.
“You’re so beautiful when you come.”
“You’re so beautiful all the time,” Willow said softly and kissed Tara. Tara kissed back for a moment before pulling back just enough to speak.
“I love you so much, Willow.”
“I love you more.”
“Not possible.”
“Possible.”
“Not.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Uh-uh.”
“You tryin’ to start somethin’?” Willow challenged mockingly.
“I have to try now?” Tara raised one eyebrow, letting Willow know she was onto her.
Willow caressed Tara’s face, running her fingers over Tara’s nose and lips, finally settling her hand on Tara’s cheek. “No, baby, you never have to try. You just are.”
“I am?”
“You are.”
“Well, if I am, so’re you.”
“Think so?”
“I think so,” Tara said softly, and brushed Willow’s lips with her own. “What is it that we are, again?”
“We’re…” Willow paused, trying to think of a word that could describe what they were, what they were to each other. Her mind raced through dozens of possible words, but none of them fully captured what she wanted to say.
“We’re…” Willow started again, “…just us.”
“ We are us?”
“We are! Look at us! We’re soooooo us!”
“We…us…wait a minute! Are you saying there’s some connection between we and us?”
“Yes! But what kind?”
Tara frowned, pretending to think hard about this.
Willow tried to play along, but she couldn’t. She smiled and said, “You’re so cute with the frowny face.”
“No, no, this is thinking face.”
“Frowny thinking face.”
“The frowning is a sign of deep thought. It is primarily thinking face, however.”
“No, it’s primarily beautiful. All the rest is just details.”
“How did I get so lucky?” Tara was lost in how amazing it felt to be held in the arms of the woman she loved, the woman who loved her back just as much as she loved Willow.
“You met me!” Willow said proudly.
“True, but think about it. I had to’ve been lucky before that or I wouldn’t have met you.”
“Are you doubting my luck-inducing powers?”
Tara laughed, thinking back over the last three years they’d shared together, all that they’d been through together, all that Willow had been through. “Sweetie, I think your powers could use some work.”
“Naw, my powers are plenty fine. Look at me. I’ve got you.”
“You’ve had me a few times, yes.”
Willow’s face showed surprise. “A few times?!? Baby, that’s the understatement of the millennium.”
Tara laughed. “Well, I lost count.”
Willow trailed her fingertips down Tara’s side. “So, Ms. Maclay, would you care to lose count again?”
Tara pursed her lips and looked to the side for a moment. Then she said, “After careful consideration, Ms. Rosenberg, I’ve arrived at the conclusion that, yes, I would love to lose count again.”
“Did you have a…count-losing method in mind?”
“Well, you know, recent events have inspired me. So, I believe I do have a count-losing method in mind.”
“Ooooh! Spill!”
Laughing, Tara said, “That’s definitely on the agenda.” She rolled onto her back and pulled the harness down. She lifted her legs and freed them from the straps. Sitting up, she held the harness, with the dildo still attached, out to Willow.
Willow watched Tara and then stared at what was in Tara’s hand for a few seconds, her mind spinning with the possibilities.
“A turn about is fair play,” Willow said and grabbed the harness from Tara. Willow wasted no time slipping it up her legs and tightening the straps across her hips and around her legs. Still on her back, she looked down and laughed. “I think it’s ready to go.”
“I think you might be right. It certainly looks that way. I suppose the only way to be sure, though…” Tara’s voice trailed off as she leaned down to kiss Willow. The kiss quickly deepened and filled all their senses. After a few moments, Willow pulled back, holding Tara’s tongue in her mouth for a second, then releasing it.
“I think we’re all ready to go, baby,” Willow said and sat up. “Where are we going?”
“Follow me,” Tara said, turning around and lifting herself onto her hands and knees. She looked back over her shoulder to watch the realization dawning on Willow’s face.
Willow said nothing, only leapt behind Tara and wrapped her arms around her lover from behind, squeezing Tara’s breasts and kissing the smooth skin of her back. Willow’s hands traveled down Tara’s belly as she ran her tongue along Tara’s spine.
Spreading her legs further apart, she encouraged Tara’s legs wider, to lower her into contact with the dildo. Willow kissed Tara’s back one last time before leaning back slightly and bringing one hand between them to guide the dildo home. It slipped easily into Tara’s wetness. Her other arm remained around Tara’s waist, brushing through the wet curls there for a second before reaching Tara’s clit, and finding it throbbing. Willow made it throb harder under her fingers.
Tara gasped at the sensation and when Willow pushed forward with her hips, Tara moaned loudly. Once Willow was certain everything was in place, she held Tara’s hip with one hand, while the other hand was busy slipping over Tara’s clit, swirling around it, squeezing it.
“God… Willow…”
“Is this good, baby?”
Tara’s breathing grew heavier, but she still managed to say, “Good…uuuh-huuuhh...good...oh…yeah….”
Holding Tara tightly to her, Willow began thrusting deeply, slowly. In contrast, her fingers worked frantically at Tara’s clit.
Tara swung her head, tossing her hair to the side, and looked back over her shoulder at Willow. The look in her eyes, the spectacular fire of passion burning in them, captivated Willow and her rhythm faltered slightly. Her mouth was suddenly dry. She licked her lips.
Willow was amazed. Sensations, thoughts, feelings flooded her. Her head spun under the pressure of everything she was feeling. All it had taken was a look.
Tara was almost panting. “Faster,” she demanded, still watching Willow.
At the sound of Tara’s voice, Willow came fully back into the moment and resumed driving the dildo deeply into Tara, this time faster, and with greater urgency.
“Okay?”
“More…than…okay,” Tara said between breaths. “ Way…more.”
Willow smiled and slapped Tara’s ass lightly with the hand that wasn’t busy elsewhere. “Good, baby, good.”
Tara dropped her head, letting her hair puddle on the sheet. Everything Willow was doing was perfect. Willow knew her and knew her well, body, mind, and soul. She was almost there.
“Willow…make me…come.” Tara slid her knees further apart, spreading herself wider for Willow.
“You want me to make you come?” Willow said, knowing the answer, but liking the sound of Tara asking for it. Willow’s fingers and hips worked hard to fulfill Tara’s wishes.
“I want…you to make…me…come…”
“I think that can be arranged, baby.”
“Don’t…stop…oh God…Jesus! That…that…there…that’s it….right there.” Tara really was panting now as an orgasm began rising from deep inside her. Sweat ran down her nose and dripped onto the sheet. Her arms were shaking. Her whole body was on fire. She needed to come.
“Come for me, baby, come hard.”
Tara came. It was a loud and blinding and magnificent storm, blood thundering in her ears, her body vibrating. She threw her head back with a primal, formless cry of ecstatic release.
Willow then slowed her pace, letting Tara come down gently. Tara’s legs jerked against Willow’s as Willow stopped with the dildo deeply inside Tara. She swirled her fingers lightly over Tara’s clit before leaning back slowly. Willow watched the dildo slide out and thought, not for the first time, that it was good these things were waterproof.
Tara collapsed forward onto the bed, weak, spent, utterly exhausted. Willow knelt behind her only long enough to remove the harness and drop it on the floor beside the bed. Then she, too, collapsed on her belly beside Tara.
Still breathing heavily, their hands reached for each other’s, intertwining their fingers and squeezing in a gesture that said more than any words ever could. They smiled at each other and every thought, every feeling was in their eyes.
Tara sighed. “Honey, I lost count again.”
“Ah, mission accomplished. Whew! Happy now?”
“Happy. Happy?”
“Happy.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too. Come here,” Willow said, rolling onto her back and opening her arms.
Tara melted into them. “That’s, like, your favorite word tonight.”
“It’s a useful word, don’t you think?”
“Indeed. It’s a noble, honorable word. And versatile.”
“And so the ‘Come’ Fan Club was born.”
“Will we have shirts? Will ‘come’ give everyone a free key chain for joining?” Tara asked.
“I don’t know. We have to fight over who’s going to be president first.”
“I don’t care as long as I have a shirt and a key chain.”
Willow stroked Tara’s cheek. “I don’t care as long as I have you.”
Tara’s body shook with laughter, but she was fighting the desire to turn that into a joke again.
“What? I know it’s not my toes this time. I think they’re dead.”
Tara couldn’t help it. It just came out. She laughed. Loudly.
“Tara! Baby, I’m not going to have any crack left if you keep this up.”
“No, no, no, honey, it’s not the crack. It’s still your toes!”
Willow looked down at her toes. “Baby, my toes have done gone and died, okay? I’m not even sure I can feel them.”
Tara muffled her laughter by burying her face in Willow’s neck for a moment. “Okay, okay, it’s not funny, but, okay, the spirit…of your spirit toes…will live on…forever in our hearts.”
Willow grinned, completely and totally in love with this woman in her arms. She pulled her tighter, and Tara kissed her neck.
“Sleep now?” Tara asked.
“Mmm…sleeeeeep.”
“Goodnight, sweetie. I love you.”
“I love you, too, baby,” Willow whispered. “Sweet dreams.”
“You, too.”
They lie there, still and quiet, exhausted, listening to the sound of the other’s breathing. After a few moments, Willow’s breathing let Tara know she was asleep. Tara’s arm left Willow’s belly and she reached behind her, pulling the sheet over them. Willow shifted slightly, snuggling closer to Tara .
As sleep began pulling Tara down, she felt Willow’s toes come back to life, twitching, dancing even in her sleep. Tara smiled, kissed Willow’s cheek softly, and whispered, “I love you,” once more before letting sleep take her.
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at: 10/29/02 6:32:01 am
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, this line really cracked me up :
... Whoa, That was...WOW!...GREAT fic. 
HeHe...One can hope.
at: 8/19/02 8:59:27 am
Vixen!