Title: Bathtime Story
Author: Caroline
Rating: NC-17 - all smut all the way.
Spoilers: None
Summary: There is no plot. Sorry :-)
A companion piece to Bedtime Story - but you don't need to have read that first.
Archiving: Please ask first.
Feedback: Most appreciated, to little.bear@ukonline.co.uk
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Notes: For Cat. As always.
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BATHTIME STORY
"Ow!"
Hop.
"Ow!"
Hop.
"Ow!"
Hop.
"Almost there, baby, almost there."
Willow swung the door to the dorm room open and turned back to her injured girlfriend, who was resting against the wall.
"Three more steps - can you make it?"
Tara pouted. When Willow first fell for this girl she had had no idea of the power that one lower lip, correctly applied, could possess. In more ways than one. Now Tara was employing it for full-on sympathy effect, and oh my was it working.
"Oh Tara. Did I say sorry? I'm sure I did."
She had. Pretty much all the way home.
She leaned in and gently kissed Tara's forehead. "Sorry." Nose. "Sorry." Cheek. "Very, very sorry." Lips, warm and moist. "Is there anything at all I can do to make it up to you?"
Tara smiled, pretending to contemplate. Willow swore she saw a glint in her eyes.
"Help me inside and we'll see..."
~*~*~*~*~
It had all been Willow's fault. Willow's insistence that the herb roots be gathered at precisely 12.13am so that the Blessed Moonlight Goddess would smile favourably upon their spell. The spell was to help Buffy deal with a nasty little demon infestation; fair enough, but Tara suspected the spell would've worked just fine without the smiling of the Blessed Moonlight Goddess.
When Tara had attempted to press that point, Willow, slightly more by-the-spellbook when it came to interpretation of the Magicks, had wheedled her around. That was how they'd found themselves in the middle of a field with a shovel in the pouring rain when several nasty little demons had attacked.
Luckily, Buffy hadn't been too far behind, and the three had soon realised that battering the creatures with the shovel was just as effective as cursing them into another dimension with the Goddess' blessing. Not so lucky was Tara stumbling in the darkness and ending up with one ankle trapped in the hole they'd dug to get to the herb roots. That, plus one of the demons pouncing on the defenceless witch, had led to a thrilling climax with Buffy and Willow decapitating the creature with the shovel. Tara had ended up wearing the majority of the splatter pattern, which really hadn't helped her mood any.
The ankle wasn't broken. Twisted probably, and hurting like hell, but relatively intact. Add the ankle pain to various aches, scrapes and a ruined favourite coat, and Tara had some fantastic bargaining currency. As she limped, soggy and filthy, past Willow's mortified glance and into the dorm room, she decided with a private smile that the exchange rate was definitely favourable.
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Tara perched on the very edge of the bed as Willow ran around the room trying to make everything better.
"I'll run you a bath. I'm running you a bath and I'll fix your ankle with... um... OK, so I can't fix it, but I can... kiss it better...?"
Tara watched her girlfriend fret for approximately three whole minutes until she couldn't stand it any longer.
"Willow..."
"I'm sure I could rub something herbal on it to take the swelling down and I've put apple bubbles in the bath and are you hungry?"
"Willow."
"Cos I could find you something to eat..." Willow paused, almost purple with all the rambling and the not breathing. "What, baby?"
"C'mere." Tara held her hand out and drew Willow to kneel beside her. "I'm fine, sweetheart. It's just a sprain and some goo in my hair. I don't think it's life threatening."
She watched as Willow drew in half the room's oxygen in a sigh of relief. "So, here's what we'll do. We'll have a bath. We'll get squeaky clean. Then maybe I'll take you up on that offer of kissing it better..."
Willow gulped. The room was suddenly way too hot. She watched as Tara cocked her head to one side and waggled her eyebrows, a glint of mischief unmistakable in her eyes.
"Whaddaya say, partner, do we have a deal?"
Willow nodded. Vigorously. "Do we need to shake on it?"
"Willow, honey, I think you're shaking enough already." Tara took Willow's face in her hands and bent to slowly kiss the kneeling red-head. There was no resistance as she played her tongue over Willow's lips, feeling her girlfriend lean into the sensation, her lips warm and playful as teeth nipped and tongues darted to taste.
Taste, hmmm. They really did need to get rid of the goo. Breaking off reluctantly, Tara cupped Willow's cheek. "Bathtime?"
Willow pushed herself to her feet and with a sweeping bow she nobly proffered her arm. "M'Lady?"
Tara grinned, took Willow's arm and pulled herself upright. "M'Lady would kill for a back-rub."
"Whatever M'Lady desires..."
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Tara sighed with pleasure as Willow ran warm water over her back and down across her shoulder blades, easing the sponge under her plait and along her spine. Again and again, caressing and soothing. She shivered.
"Cold, baby?" Willow's voice was all innocence.
Tara glanced down at the goosebumps covering her arms and chest, her nipples taut and deep pink, and then at the steam rising from the water. Cold wasn't the word that immediately sprang to mind.
"Hmmm, not exactly."
Willow's reply was barely a whisper. "Lean back on me."
Not one to disobey, Tara lowered herself fully into the water, murmuring happily as she felt Willow's arms encircle her, her fingers dancing lightly down Tara's arms, lazily gathering handfuls of bubbles to cover her chest and make snowy little peaks out of her nipples.
Tara giggled. "Quit it."
Willow's response was a finger-full of bubbles placed squarely on Tara's nose. "Hush, let me play." Then quieter, as her hands found Tara's breasts again: "Let me play..."
Tara sank deeper into the water as Willow's hands cupped her breasts, her thumbs brushing then circling the nipples, forcing a small guttural moan of pleasure deep in her throat. Oh, it definitely wasn't cold.
Willow's lips found her girlfriend's ear lobe and nipped it gently between her teeth before taking it fully between her lips and suckling. The ear lobe is a sensitive little thing and worked just the right way it turned Tara into a mewling pile of mush. Willow was spot-on with her technique. She watched as Tara's hands clenched under the water, her toes kneading like a kitten's paws and - was that purring she could hear?
Wrenching herself free, Tara rolled over to face Willow, her words rushing and tumbling over each other. "Are we clean enough now? I'm thinking we're clean enough, and I don't know about you but I'm ready for bed."
"Sleepy so soon?" Willow tried and failed to keep her face straight, to keep the laughter from her voice.
The handful of bubbles hit her squarely on her smirk and she leapt out of the way of Tara's tickling fingers. She had run naked and squealing halfway into the bedroom before she realised she wasn't actually being chased. Following her damp footsteps back into the bathroom, she found Tara still in the bath, swollen ankle propped up out of the water.
Tara held out her hand. "Um. A little help?"
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There were times when Tara looked gorgeous. There were times when Tara looked cute. And then there were times when Tara looked damn-right adorable. Post-bath, tousled and rosy, wrapped in a big fluffy towel and balancing on one leg was definitely one of those times. Willow wrapped her arms around her impulsively and Tara leaned slightly to kiss her on her nose.
"Miss Willow, will I be needing my pyjamas?" Wide-eyed naiveté was a look Tara had down to a T.
Willow paused for dramatic effect, weighing up the options. (No. No. And not in this lifetime.)
"Pyjamas will most certainly not be required for the purposes of this demonstration..."
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They had made it to the bed. Barely. They had bumped into the sideboard, almost come a cropper on Miss Kitty who had decided to self-medicate on catnip, and had fallen over a spell book. That's what happens when you've got three intact legs between you, and when navigation comes a poor second to frenzied kissing.
Pausing for breath, the two witches tumbled onto the bed, with Tara ending up on top. Willow decided that wouldn't do at all and rolled them over. Unfortunately, the sheets and covers rolled over too, and Miss Kitty leapt up as if she'd been shot and darted for cover.
Breathless with laughter, Willow collapsed on top of Tara and shook helplessly. "I am so damn smooth!"
She felt Tara nod her agreement. "I have never before experienced such a slick and polished seduction."
Willow raised her head just enough to be able to breathe into Tara's ear. "So, you wanna be slick and polished, hmmm?" She felt the rush of heat immediately as Tara's skin, still warm from the bath, flushed even hotter.
Tara untangled her hands and retangled them in Willow's damp hair, pulling her down to meet her lips, answering her question in kind. There was nothing frenzied about this kiss. Slow and deep and achingly soft, at once playful and deadly serious and saying everything without the need to speak.
Parting reluctantly, Willow caught her partner's gaze. "I know baby, I know." She brushed under Tara's eyes where the tears were just beginning to form. "Shh now, shh." Her finger traced soothingly down Tara's cheek. Tara's tongue peeked out to draw the finger into her mouth, tasting the salt there then suckling more urgently as Willow's other hand tickled up her side.
Moving to kneel above Tara, Willow paused to allow herself the luxury of taking in every naked and gently writhing inch of her partner: her full and parted lips, her hands clenching and unclenching on the sheets, the soft swell of her breasts, the tiny birthmark at the bottom of her ribcage.
The glow from the solitary lamp caught Tara's hair in a poetic golden gleam, but the dangerous glint Willow caught in Tara's eyes brought to mind anything but blank verse. She decided making a move right about now might be the best possible thing for her health.
Bending her head, she nuzzled the underside of Tara's neck, easing her tongue down the hollow of her throat, catching the pulse there and waiting just to listen to Tara's heart beat.
"I wonder what will happen if I do this...?"
That was all the warning Willow gave before she trailed a hand down to cup Tara's breast, her thumb quickly finding the nipple and teasing it into a peak. Tara's pulse thundered beneath Willow's lips, and she planted a kiss there before tracking lower to join her busy little hands, hearing her lover gasp quietly as she finally took her nipple between her lips. She sucked softly then with more urgency as Tara moved helplessly beneath her, her hands tangling in Willow's hair, desperate to press her closer.
Incoherent noises were something Willow always aimed for and Tara was providing them in abundance. When just about every earth Goddess and a few of the more obscure planets had been praised, blessed and offered sanctuary, Willow glided her hand leisurely across Tara's stomach, then lower across that little swell which always made Tara jump sky high when she was aroused. Obligingly, Tara jumped, gasped, writhed and then melted into a heap when Willow's hand brushed against her inner thigh.
When Willow had first met Tara she had been shy. Shy to the point of stuttering, hiding her face and running away from crowds of more than two people. The girl who was spread shamelessly before her, urging Willow's hand to where she most craved it, was anything but timid and might actually have been growling.
Willow decided to take pity on her lover and ran her hand with more force across her curls, brushing her fingers down before parting her and finally touching where Tara burned. Arching from the bed, Tara moaned low, keening and pushing herself into Willow's touch then forcing herself to be still as Willow whispered, "All in good time."
It took an incredible strength of will and a couple more promises to the Goddess but Tara settled, holding her breath, then sighing happily as Willow rested upon her, naked skin against naked skin, Tara's thigh between Willow's open legs, pressing hard into her hot centre. For a second it was Willow's turn to squirm and gasp. Then she moved her fingers smoothly across Tara's clit and Tara jerked so fiercely she almost launched Willow off the bed.
Making helpless little "oh, oh, oh" sounds, Tara could only lie there as Willow dipped her finger into her wetness and used it to circle her clit, again and again, not pressing, just circling until Tara's entire body was on a knife-edge and she was pleading, begging for Willow to touch her.
"I am touching you, baby." Circle. Smooth, burning smoothness. "I know you can feel this." Dip. Circle.
"Oh please." Dip. "Please Willow." Circle.
"Please what?" Circle. A smooth glide, unchanging, almost to the point of pain.
"Harder. I need... please, harder."
It was all Willow could bear. Without hesitation she slid two fingers into Tara, deep inside, curling and stroking the slick walls that gripped them, angling her thumb to brush against Tara's clit, mostly missing but still the sensation was there as the two lovers moved into an easy rhythm.
"More..."
A third finger pulsed in, then all three pulled out to stroke firmly over her clit. Tara's thighs were spreading and pushing, Willow barely able to concentrate as her own clit leapt and throbbed. Bending to kiss Tara hard, Willow eased her fingers back into her, responding as she felt Tara moving more urgently, not daring to break the momentum this time, recognising by the sound and touch just how close her lover was.
"Willow please, Will...don't stop..."
It was Willow's favourite chant, not available in any spell book but most definitely magic - just like the feel of Tara tightening around her fingers, the soft warm gasps on her cheek as Tara suddenly spasmed, clenching Willow deep inside her, carrying her along as wave after wave of orgasm hit her.
Willow, focused for so long, allowed herself to move briefly on Tara's thigh. It was all the sensation she needed. With a cry of release, she held Tara tightly as she came, her fingers still pulsing inside her lover, her entire body assailing her with pleasure almost too much to bear. Almost too much, the warmth coating her fingers, the breath fast and heated on her neck, the sudden gasp and cry as she touched Tara's clit with her thumb and felt the velvet close in on her fingers more. Almost too much, the tremors coursing through her own body again and again until finally they stilled and allowed her to breathe again.
Tara's arms were reaching for her. Withdrawing her fingers with a small sigh, Willow relaxed into them willingly, her head resting on Tara's shoulder, their legs sticky and entwined. Satiated and exhausted in equal measures, the two young wiccans snuggled down under the mess of blankets, hands clasped, Willow placing soft kisses wherever she could reach.
"Sweet dreams, baby girl."
She sensed Tara smile in response. "Sweet dreams yourself. Oh, and Willow...?"
"Mm-hmm?"
"Apology accepted."
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The End
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and thank you for that first thing in the morning...
That was soo damn funny lol Bad of course, but funny 
-Viv- 
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