thanks lucy! I'm glad you guys liked the story.
Last update, kittens. This is for everyone who was expecting W/T smoochie goodness in this fic and didn’t find it. Hope you enjoy.
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That Crazy Thing Called Love
Epilogue………………………..
They finally reached the Summers house, gathered all their things together and hurried inside. Tara dumped everything that she was holding near one of the tables in the foyer, then glanced at Willow and smiled.
“I thought we ordered that so we could eat it here and enjoy it,” Tara chuckled. They had stopped at a fast food restaurant along the way home and ordered two quick meals, but Willow had started eating hers as soon as they entered the car again. She gobbled up her fries and ten minutes later, as they stumbled out of the car and inside the house, she peeled back the wrapper around her burger and took a few large bites.
“We ordered it to go,” Willow replied, almost incomprehensible because her mouth was so full. “And it’s going. Right inside my belly.”
“Will, slow down.” Tara cautioned, taking Willow’s bag and books from her arms and resting it along with hers on the table.
“Hurry up and eat yours,” Willow said, pointing to Tara’s untouched meal. Then she lowered her voice and grinned excitedly. “I’ll just check to see if the house is really empty.”
She returned to the foyer two minutes later, grabbed Tara’s hand and began pulling her up the stairway.
“Wait…” Tara whispered, just grabbing her meal from the table in time. “Will…”
“I brushed aside two classes for this,” Willow stopped suddenly in the middle of the staircase causing Tara to bump softly into her. “I didn’t think twice about it. Do you even appreciate the magnitude of that?”
Tara smiled as Willow twisted her free arm seductively and wrapped it behind her back. Then she leaned forward, her arm still very much hostage, and kissed Willow softly, darting her tongue in and out, and tasting a hint of cheese whopper on Willow’s lips.
“You put the idea in my head,” Willow said, breathlessly.
“That I did,” Tara smirked.
“So come, please me.”
They stumbled inside the room.
Willow peeled off her tee-shirt as soon as the door was shut behind them and then reached for Tara.
“No fair,” Tara whined when Willow grabbed the burger and fries she was holding and flung them carelessly on the vanity-table. “I haven’t eaten yet.” But she soon forgot about her empty stomach and sucked in her breath as she felt Willow lips along her neck and her fingers underneath her shirt, exploring the soft haven of her chest for a moment, then quickly unhooking her bra.
They moved across the room, kissing passionately. Then they stumbled upon the bed, one on top the other, rocking up and down for a moment. Willow peeled Tara’s shirt over her head, slipped her bra off her body, then leaned in and kissed each of Tara’s breasts softly.
Tara ran her fingers through Willow’s hair and then closed her eyes. She felt Willow’s lips trail slowly downward and she rolled her head back and groaned. Willow kissed her stomach for a moment, flickered her warm tongue around Tara’s navel. Then she pulled away abruptly and began quickly stripping out of her jeans. When she was completely naked, she unbuttoned Tara’s jeans as well and pulled them down her legs along with her panties. Then she moved onto the bed again, supporting her weight with her arms, bent and kissed Tara deeply.
Their tongues met in a heated, passionate dance, breaths merging. Then Willow drew back and pressed her lips softly on Tara’s chin and neck, along her shoulder. Tara lifted a hand, cradled Willow’s head for a moment, then she shifted her body so that they were laying directly on top the other. She slid her damp thighs against Willow’s, wrapped her arms around her, feeling Willow’s heartbeat jumping sharply against hers. Their bodies moved to a slow, sensuous rhythm. Willow groaned, pulled away again so that she was sitting up, and then moved her palms gently over Tara’s straining nipples. Tara bit her lip at the sensation and arched her back, looked up at Willow. Willow looked back at her, face flush and damp with sweat, red hair sticking against her temples.
Then she lowered her body again, captured one of Tara’s full breast in her mouth, sucked gently. She searched hungrily for the second, then trailed a series of scotching kissing down Tara’s stomach. She guided Tara’s legs so that they were bent and spread apart, pressed her lips against Tara’s inner thighs. Tara moaned loudly at the contact, feeling her body tense with anticipation. Willow ran her fingers gently over her of soft pubic hair, then bowed her head and buried her face in the most intimate part of Tara’s body.
A warm liquid feeling of love and arousal rushed through Tara’s veins, and she moaned again, gripped Willow’s hair and strained backwards, finding that her hips now had a mind of its own. She writhed on the bed, rolled her head sideways and looked down. Willow’s warm tongue was doing wonderful things to her, and the mere sight of that nearly caused her to slip over the edge. But Tara wanted to share what she was feeling. She took in a sharp breath, reached down for Willow and guided her back up. They kissed again for a moment, Willow offering and Tara taking in the sent of her own self from Willow’s lips. Then she rolled her body so that she was now on top. She pressed her lips against Willow’s damp brow, against her earlobe, down her neck, her tongue sucking at the gentle fluttering of the pulse there. At the same time Tara’s hands work downward, and she slipped a finger in the warm wetness of Willow, pumping deep, deep inside
Willow strained her body upward, wanting more and then Tara felt her fingers deep inside her as well, and she moved her hips frantically, unable to hold back any longer.
“Willow…” She pressed her face in Willow’s shoulder just as she climaxed, just as the burning heat of love gripped her body, moaning the words, hearing Willow moaning back in return, feeling their souls soar and then meld together in an earth shattering grip of love and ecstasy. “Baby…oh God…”
******
The thin drapes billowed in the late afternoon breeze, causing crimson rays of sunlight to escape through the windows and spread onto the disheveled sheet that was barely covering Willow and Tara. Tara dipped the tip of a French fry into some tomato ketchup, leaned over and fed the fry to Willow.
“If anyone comes home now,” she said, licking her fingers. “They’re going to guess what we were up to.”
Willow smiled, kicked her legs happily, then snuggled against Tara as she chewed. “Yeah, and they’re going to say, what’s with the two witches. You’d think by now they’d be able to keep their hands off each other.”
Tara chuckled. She reached for her burger which was lying in it’s wrapper on her stomach, took a bite, then leaned sideways and placed the burger on Willow’s lips.
“Why am I so hungry?” Willow frowned, taking a large bite.
“Probably because you ate so quickly your brain didn’t have a chance to resister what your stomach was doing.”
“Hmm,” Willow nodded. “That, and the fact that I always get hungry after sex. And um…judging from all the sex I’ve had you can probably guess how I feel.”
“Poor baby,” Tara glanced at her sympathetically. “I promise I won’t touch you for a week.”
“Well,” Willow looked up at her with alarm. “A-a week is kind of long.”
“You need to gather your strength,” Tara said solemnly. “For the next time.”
“I don’t need to gather,” Willow replied, almost hysterically. “I have plenty of strength. I’m strong as a horse. Did I just say horse? Okay, bad analogy.”
Tara laughed, leaned forward and kissed her softly on the forehead. “Silly.”
They were quiet for a moment. Willow watched Tara as she finished the burger. She wiped her fingers with a paper napkin, rolled the burger wrapper into a ball, then reached in the box for a French fry.
“I wonder what Jamie Taylor is doing at this moment,” Willow mused, pressing her lips against Tara’s arm, then biting softly. “She’s probably trying to pick up the bits of her shattered pride.”
“I couldn’t care less,” Tara muttered.
“She a true example of the phrase, looks aren’t everything.”
Tara said nothing, finished the fries and then dumped the box and wrapper on the side table.
“Admit it, baby,” Willow placed an arm under her head, reached out and touched Tara teasingly. “If she wasn’t totally psycho, and if you didn’t know me, you’d find her hot.”
Tara thought about it for a moment. Then she shrugged. “Maybe.”
“There’s this one girl I’d find…” Willow faltered a little as Tara shot her a surprise look. “Um…you know…hot if I didn’t know you,” she finished quickly.
“Who?” Tara demanded, frowning.
“Just this…girl…”
“Who?”
“Never mind.”
“Tell me,” Tara dipped her voice threateningly, rolled to her side causing the sheet to fall unheeded from her body. “If you don’t I’ll tickle you until you do.”
“Okay,” Willow breathed. Then she said, “Wendy Simpson.”
Tara pulled back for a moment, stared at her. “You find Wendy Simpson hot?”
“In a very…non…physical…way?”
“Humph,” Tara bit her lip, continued to stare at her. After a while Willow grinned.
“You’re now feeling a tiny fraction of the horrible jealousy that I had to deal with a few hours ago.”
“So…” Tara darted a look at her. “Y-you don’t r-really find Wendy Simpson hot?”
“Well, she is hot,” Willow replied. “But there’s only one woman on this earth for me.”
“God,” Tara reached out and bushed her fingers gently across Willow’s cheeks. “You had a rough couple of days.”
“Uh huh.”
“Hope I made it up to you.”
“Oh yes,” Willow said brightly. Then she leaned in and kissed Tara seductively on the lips. “Well…sort of…”
“Willow,” Tara breathed, feeling her body responding. “We can’t…”
“Just this last time,” Willow said, trailing her lips softly across Tara’s neck. “Then we’ll start with the abstaining after that, I promise.”
She rolled her body on top of Tara’s and for a moment they stared at each other. Then Tara reached up, brushed Willow’s hair away from her face.
“No one makes me feel the way you do,” she whispered.
Willow smiled, her eyes sparkling with love, bent and captured Tara’s lips once again with hers.
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Edited by: bijoux2 at: 4/18/04 2:20 am
and um...no there won't be a sequel. but I think i may write an epilogue to lengthen it a bit so look out for it. until then 
by bijoux2 » Thu Apr 08, 2004 6:07 am 
,
It is sad that it is over, but what a way to end things. 
and 
all wrapped up together. 
Loved the fic. 
Love sammi xx 
at: 4/14/04 7:25 pm
hahha it was mean sure, but now she knows how Willow felt all the time. 
damnit 
I know...)