I know double posting is bad, but I couldn't have updated otherwise
It's date night, at last, hope you all enjoy it.
Title: Quiet Saturday Morning’s
Author: Paint the Sky
Rating: PG13 – NC-17
Pairing: W/T
Disclaimer: AU. No spoilers whatsoever. Oh, forgot to add that I don’t own any of the characters in BTVS, I’m only playing with them.
Feedback: Yeah, sure, why not.
Summary: Shy, newly gay Willow Rosenberg and her first venture into love with an equally shy blonde.
Notes: This is my first attempt at any kind of fiction since I left school many, many moons ago. After a long time reading the fic’s on this site and others I thought why the hell not, give it a whirl, try it on for size and all that.
Chapter 26
Willow fidgeted nervously as she waited outside the Sun Cinema for Tara, she wasn’t sure if it was nerves, or a combination of the triple shot Mocha that she had downed at the Pump fifteen minutes beforehand. Her hands felt cold and she shoved them into the pockets of her black denim jacket and then changed her mind and pulled them out again and let her arms hang at her sides before wrapping them around herself. She couldn’t settle, and as much as hadn’t wanted to arrive early she had, and now she was paying the penalty of standing on her own on a crowded street looking for all the world like a spazz as she waited in almost uncontained excitement for her girl. She stood staring in the direction from which she knew Tara would approach, her eyes straight ahead incase she missed one second of her love’s arrival.
She had caught up with Buffy at lunch-time who had taken it upon herself to select Willow’s outfit for her date. So there she stood, black cargoes complimented the denim jacket and a white vest covered her frame and heavy boots that would have kick started a Harley adorned her feet. Willow reckoned Buffy had already spent too much time with Faith by the time the outfit had been decided on. The cargoes hung low on her waist and she pulled the vest down to cover the strip of tummy that was on view to the world. It was a wasted effort as her vest rode up again and her tummy said “Hi” to anyone who cared to look. She resigned herself to the fact that Tara would love it so she stopped trying to cover up.
Still fidgeting and not quite sure to do with herself she reached for her cell-phone that was secreted in the side pocket of her cargoes. She reckoned that doing something was less conspicuous than standing there doing nothing and preceded to play with the phone. She wished Tara had a cell-phone, and in the moment she had that thought that she also wondered why she didn’t have one. It was a strange thing. Practically everyone had them, so why didn’t Tara? Maybe she didn’t like them, or she had no need for one.
How could someone not need a phone? The very thought of doing without one gave Willow goosebumps.
It would be like having a piece of you missing. How could anyone be complete without one?
Anyone who cared to look would have seen her patented resolve face as she decided that Tara shouldn’t go without a cell-phone for longer than she had too. It would be the perfect gift. After all, Saturday would be the first week anniversary of their meeting, and it was only polite to mark it with a gift. What says I love you better than a shiny new phone?
Plus, think of the texty flirting we could do. Photos would be good too, ooh, don’t forget video. What time is it now, wonder if I have time to go get one…no, no wait till tomorrow and surprise her on Saturday. Mmm, yes, that’s a better option…oh, wow, here she comes just a walkin down the street…singin’ do wah diddy, dum diddy do…
Willow watched open mouthed as a vision of loveliness, and not to mention hot diggity damn sexiness sauntered up the street. With her focus totally on Tara the street faded into fuzzy background and the other people became bit part players in the slow motion movie in her head that starred her blonde goddess taking long strides in her leather trousers, hips swinging, and her luscious breasts encased in silk jiggling with a jaunty wobble. A light breeze blew her hair across her face and she ran her fingers through it twisting her head from side to side as she pushed her golden tresses back into place.
Ooh, she should do shampoo ads, I’d tape it and play it on a loop all day.
Her face lit up with a brilliant smile when she saw Willow and she quickened her pace not wanting to waste another second of the time they could be together.
Determined to do the same, the previously rooted redhead bridged the distance between them, and after an awkward moment deciding on a greeting Tara wrapped her lover in warm hug.
Willow’s senses were assailed by the scent of blonde’s body as she too wrapped her arms around the taller girl’s waist. Vanilla and cinnamon, and something that was quintessentially Tara.
“Mmm, you smell good enough to eat,” the redhead murmured against Tara’s skin as she inhaled deeply.
Feeling mischievous she replied in low sexy voice, “Play your cards right and you just might.”
Willow pulled back from their hug and gave her a surprised look, but quickly recoverd, “So you’re gonna put out on the first date, Miss Maclay, good to know.”
Taking Tara’s hand she gave a little tug and began walking back to the cinema, “Let’s get this date started, today was a long time comin’ and there’s popcorn and a back row with our names on it.”
She had no choice but to follow, laughing softly at Willow’s girl on a mission approach.
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With tickets firmly gripped in one hand and Tara’s hand firmly grasped in the other Willow directed them both at speed across the foyer to the concessions stand. The high glass counter was brightly lit and the tasty smell of popcorn and hotdogs permeated the air and whetted the appetite. Willow was literally like a kid in a candy shop as she pointed out all the choclately goodness on display and babbled away extoling the virtues of her favourites.
Totally taken by the cuteness on display Tara could only watch as her excitable girlfriend bought enough sugary goodness to last two movies.
Ten minutes later and with her arms full of goodies Willow headed up the steps of the theatre and inched her way to the middle of the back row. Tara followed behind carrying a large bucket of popcorn and a large coke.
As they settled into the plush red mock velvet the coke was deposited in the drinks holder and they exchanged some of their burden, with Tara swapping the popcorn bucket for an assortment of packets and boxes.
“Uh, Will, you don’t think you might’ve gone a little overboard on the food front?” she asked her girlfriend as she sorted through the confectionary on her lap.
In the low light of the cinema she perused the quantity of food she had bought and said “Nah, what we don’t eat now, we can take with us, have you seen how many pockets are in my trousers. You can load me up like a pack mule and I’ll transport these goodies right outta here,” smiling, she held the popcorn out toward Tara.
Taking a handful of the still warm popcorn she picked up a piece with her other hand and popped it into her mouth, “Mmm, tastes good,” she said with a lick of her lips, “So, how did it go with Spike, is he up for blind dating?”
Between nibbles on her popcorn Willow told Tara that Spike would be happy to meet up with Anya, and if it suited her they could go out on Saturday.
“What about Anya, is she up for it?” Willow asked shoving more corn into her mouth and munching happily.
“Yeah, Anya’s up for just about anything if last nights conversation was more fact than fiction, I’m sure Saturday will be fine. Remind me to give you her number then Spike can make the arrangements with her,” Tara said, wondering at the same time how Willow managed to get so much popcorn in her mouth at one time.
The theatre lights dimmed and they directed their gaze at the screen just as the curtains swept back and the speakers blasted out jazzy music that signalled the adverts and the trailers.
Tara leant in, her head close to Willow, “We are the only ones here Will, I love empty cinemas, it’s like a private screening.”
“Me too,” the redhead answered turning her head to look at Tara, and with a cheeky grin said, “plus, if we want to make out, which, by the way, we have to, rites of passage and all that, there’s no-one to perv on us.”
“I don’t think we have time to make out, not if we have to finish that large bucket of popcorn, a large coke, and nine different sorts of candy,” the blonde teased, turning her face back to the screen and grabbing more corn from the bucket.
Willow reached her hand out to Tara’s lap and lifted some of the packets and with some deft manoeuvring managed to stuff a packet of skittles, heresy kisses and a box of milk duds into the thigh pocket of her cargoes. Another raid on the blonde’s stash resulted in the disappearance of another few packets of sugary treats, deposited into the pockets of her jacket which she had hung over the seat in front.
Tara chuckled quietly as her girlfriend got rid of the obstacles that threatened her smoochies, “Three left Will, I don’t think you have much pocket space left, don’t you wish one us had brought a bag?”
“Yes, dammit, then I’d get some smoochies, and if those pants weren’t so damn tight then you’d be able to squirrel some of this away too,” she held up the three errant packages, “but, if they didn’t exist, we wouldn’t have to get rid of them,” she said mysteriously.
“Whaddya gonna do, cast a spell and make them disappear?” challenged Tara, who was wondering just what the redhead was up to.
“Uh-huh, watch,” she held up the candy, “now you see ‘em,” she said flexing her wrist from side to side, “now you don’t.”
Tara was wide eyed with amazement as the three candy bars flew over Willow’s shoulder and landed between the seats two rows to the front of them. The blonde didn’t really know what to say. Part of her was impressed with Willow’s ingenuity and the other part thought it was a terrible waste of chocolate, not to mention the whole issue of littering. She was glad there was no-one around to see it, she didn’t think she could face the embarrassment of being asked to leave the establishment.
“Tara, you ok?” the redhead asked as she watched her girlfriends obvious conflict play on her face, “Um, maybe I shouldn’t have done that huh? Sometimes I act before I think, I better go get them back incase they attract mice or something cos mice, you know, prefer chocolate to cheese, which is strange cos when you think of mousetraps they always have cheese on them, don’t they, or is that just in cartoons?” She could make out Tara’s amusement as the screen flickered light on them and decided now would be a good time to shut up about mice. “Um, you didn’t happen to see where they landed, did you?” She gave a little shrug and a sheepish grin as she finished talking, hoping that Tara understood that she knew she had been a little over enthusiastic in her attempts.
The blonde broke into a wide smile as Willow’s act of contrition turned into a babble and she reached an arm behind her girl and pulled her into a deep kiss as a reward for taking a responsible attitude to her actions.
Ok, I wasn’t expecting this, but, I musta said the right thing cos Tara’s kissing me, and why the hell am I thinking, I should just be kissing her back.
Tara’s lips where soft and inviting and her tongue still held a buttery taste from the popcorn she had consumed while Willow had stowed away the confectionary.
This was a stupid move, now I’m kissing her I don’t want to stop, but she’s just so adorable I can’t resist her for long. Mmm, god I love this woman’s tongue…
The redhead gripped the bucket on her lap for fear it would spill its contents to the floor with one hand, but her other reached for her lover and both girls groaned when it came to rest on Tara’s breast. Willow opened her eyes in surprise as she felt the soft mound against her palm, and pulling back from the kiss she giggled an apology.
Oops. Naughty hand, you’ve got a mind of your own.
“If you’re sorry, why is your hand still on my boob?” asked Tara glancing down at her chest and trying not to laugh. She could see Willow’s blush in the light that came from the screen, and she could also the smile that played on the corner of her mouth.
“Oh, my hand, yeah, sorry,” her voice had a dreamy quality as he pulled her hand away. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and handed Tara the bucket of popcorn, “Chocolate, I better get it.”
“Two rows down, about three seats in from the wall,” she told her pointing in the general direction of the landing site.
Willow stood and eased past Tara and walked to the aisle and made her way down to the row where the candy bars would be. She moved along the row until she reached the last half dozen seats and gingerly felt around the floor with the toe of her boot, moving forward a little when each sweep of her foot yielded nothing.
One kiss, that’s all it had taken for Tara to want more, and when Willow’s hand had touched her breast her first instinct had been to lean into that touch and cover the hand with her own, to pull it closer, to make it hold her tighter. All she wanted to do now was take Willow back to her dorm and throw her to the bed and make love to her.
No you don’t, you want to fuck her. She reddened at her honesty,
ok, so I want to fuck her, but only because I love her, that’s ok isn’t it? She makes me crazy, god I want her so much. Ok gotta calm down, we’ll watch the movie like adults and not behave like lust addled teenagers, except technically I still am a teenager and given that I’m babbling like Will I can only deduce its because of lust addling nature of my girl…so best to just watch the movie.
She wrestled with her thoughts as she watched Willow search for the candy bars and the redhead gave her a little wave before ducking down and feeling along the floor for the discarded packets.
The redhead felt something move as her foot swept from right to left, she really hoped it was her errant candybars.
Eww, this floor is so not what I want my hands on just now, where are you, ah, there’s one…yay two…come in number three, your time is up…dammit…woohoo!
She stood triumphant and waved the bars at Tara. With a wide smile she did her happy dance and then proceeded to climb over the seats until she stood beside the blonde.
“I’m just gonna go and wash my hands, I’m not sure that floor is the most hygienic of surfaces, and I’m really glad I couldn’t see what I was doing, won’t be long. Oh, I better bin the candy, it could be contaminated.”
In the bathroom Willow washed her hands three times just to be sure they were clean and checked the knee of her trousers and was grateful nothing suspect had attached itself to her from her expedition along the floor.
She dried her hands quickly and made her way back to Tara.
“Ooh, made it just in time,” she said taking her seat just as the movie began, “so, do I do the old yawn and stretch routine, or do we behave like adults and you put your head on my shoulder and I put my arm around you?
“I think we can behave like adults,” said Tara with a light laugh as she lifted Willow’s arm to snuggle into her girl’s side.
Five minutes into the movie another couple came into the theatre and made their way to the back row. As they climbed the steps Willow whispered her dismay that they wouldn’t be alone anymore, “Shame though, I was looking forward to making out, damn, there goes my rite of passage.”
Tara raised her head to Willow’s ear and whispered, “Poor Will, we can make up for later. We can make out in the bathroom at the Stiff Kitten, isn’t making out in the ladies another rite?”
Willow felt a shiver run through her as Tara gave her earlobe a nip before she settled back to rest her head against the redheads shoulder, “Mmm, sounds good baby, I’m gonna hold you to that.”
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Throughout the movie they fed each other popcorn, purposely leaving a finger to linger on the others lips, and when Willow was sure they were being unobserved she had pulled Tara’s fingers into her mouth and sucked the buttery goodness of them and swirled her tongue around them, reminding the blonde of what Willow had done on their first night together when she had tasted Tara for the first time. In reply Tara done the same, and knowing her body blocked off the view of Willow’s she snaked her hand to the her lover’s breast and gave it a squeeze and pinched the nipple before letting her hand fall back to her girl’s waist.
This is crazy Tara, your feeling up your girlfriend and there’s two strangers that could look this way at any time…
Glancing up Tara could see Willow bite her bottom lip and with a final twirl of her tongue she let the fingers slip from her mouth, and even in the dull glow of the cinema she could see arousal in Willow’s eyes, and her own shallow breaths advertised her’s to the redhead.
Willow dipped two fingers into the almost empty bucket and ran them round until they were covered in butter, and with great deliberation she anointed Tara’s lips before putting them in her own mouth and slowly sucking them clean. She watched open mouthed as Tara’s tongue emerged and did a lazy sweep around her mouth, and it took all her willpower not to bend forward and ravage the lips that looked so inviting to her eyes.
Fucking hell, too much, too much…
Leaning down a little Willow suggested they better stop their food play or the the couple near the end of the row might get the shock of their lives. Tara nodded her ascent, and sucked down large mouthfuls of the coke they had been sharing, the last of the coke slurped up the straw with a loud gurgle that caused them both to break out in a fit of giggles which had earned a dirty look and an exaggerated shush from their unknown companions.
When the movie ended, and the house lights came up the couple near the end of the row got up and left quickly, Willow pulled Tara into a rough kiss, pouring everything she had been feeling into it. The blonde gave a throaty groan and pushed Willow back against the seat with the force of her response. The kiss fuelled the simmering arousal into boiling cauldron of desire that was threatening to wipe out any sense of decorum that was left within them. Hands were pushed into blonde and red hair, gripping and pulling, and breasts were mashed together as Tara pressed Willow deeper into her seat. They were oblivious now to everything but each other, their hearts pounded and blood rushed in their veins and the only thing that was important now was their need for each other. Hands began to roam, and Tara felt a hand at her breast, insistent and greedy. Her own hand rubbed hard along Willow thigh, first up and down the outside until she guided it to the soft fleshy inner part. Her hand travelled higher and she fumbled at the button on the waist of Will’s cargoes. The button refused to co-operate, and she growled in frustration, and brought her hand back to Willows inner thigh, squeezing the muscle and alternating with circular motions bringing the side of her hand into contact with her lover’s core.
The redhead raised her hips and pushed forward, her brain was melting in her skull, and the last of her conscious thought screamed at her to put the brakes on before the lust bus drove them both over the cliffs edge.
The blonde was on fire as Willow played with her nipple, she felt every nip and pull as though it was on her hot flesh and not through a layer of silk and another of lace. She pushed harder against her lover’s hand, her chest heaving and her back arched.
With a monumental effort Willow pulled her mouth away from the one that threatened to devour her, “Tara, Tara, oh, shit, that feels really good…uhg, can we skip the club, go back to your dorm?” Willow moaned as the blonde’s lips latched on to her pulse point.
“Mmm, god, yes, I want you so bad it hurts,” she mumbled still kissing the skin beneath her as her hand made full contact with Willow’s sex.
“Oh, fuck,” it was guttural sound, filled with need and want, and it was enough to make Tara lift her head and look deeply into green eyes full of arousal.
She pushed her hand hard into Willow, “Say that again,” she groaned as her wetness flooded her panties.
With a rock of her hips she gave a low groan.
“Ooh, fuck.”
TBC
People grow through experience if they meet life honestly and courageously. This is how character is built. Eleanor Roosevelt
