Quick comments then an update:
DMW - Hey, not to make you feel guilty; I was just surprised. Bummer about the trip and the plane ride. I hope you had a good time in Phily though? I’ve only been there once mostly to drive through.
I’m glad you like the flashbacks (can you see why I wanted help on the html so I could use the blockquotes? I knew they would be throughout this story). A little different type flashback is coming in this part. Yes, I love Eliza and her “antics” as you call them. Heart of gold.
You are absolutely right about the importance of that part and that line. It really is the hinge of everything and at the same time a paradox. The two Taras are different but similar and it’s hard at times for anyone (Willow in particular) to know the difference. It will be a definite issue and theme throughout.
I’ll have to think about what you are saying about changing pov. It’s something that I do frequently so that with each dialog exchange (and thus each paragraph), I frequently change pov. That way we see the reaction or thoughts of each character throughout the interaction. I think partially it’s because I see both women as the protagonist(s) of this story. If it was just Willow’s story, I would use Willow’s pov most of the time and vice versa but I see it as very shared. Sometimes I leave the pov with the person having the more emotional experience or the one receiving the exposition. In the Please Series I particularly use this technique since so much of the story is about their responses. Anyway, thanks for pointing it out.
Arwen276 - Hey a new reader. Well I’m so glad that you read the recommendation thread and decided to see what it was all about. Wow, you read Y’all in one go? That must have taken hours. I’m glad you liked it so much. Like you I love the fics that leave cannon and concentrate on W/T. I even like the ones that never even touch cannon but are just W/T in AU.
Yes, this story starts at as you say the worst possible point and as I write this it occurs to me that 3 of my 4 major stories have started there. Hmmm, maybe I’m trying to rewrite for ME? Yes you are right the getting together and reconciling the differences/similarities of the two women will be paramount here. And in this story Tara has a particularly strong cast of loved ones but Willow’s have been left in a different universe. She will have to adapt.
I’m glad you came across the recommendation too. Welcome.
Title – Paths Diverged/Divulged Part 10 –
Not Carlos and Charlies Author – JustSkipit - Debra
Spoilers –Season 6 and Season 4 Where the Wild Things Are
Rating – Part 10 – NC-17
Disclaimer – Guess what, I don’t own W&T, Buffy or the rest of the BtVS crew. Any similarity to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental and fortunate. Also Rachel thinks I should point out that I don’t make any money from this…
Thoughts in italicsFlashbacks and dreams indented“So you can put quarters in and it sprays water?” Willow asked as they walked past the small vending stand.
Tara smiled as the two women took their seats by the edge of the floating patio. “Ok, see the b-big fish right there?” she pointed. Willow nodded truly stunned by the enormously hideous and tacky fake fish’s head and body sticking twelve or more feet out of the water. If she understood Tara correctly, this restaurant was a lake-front relative of the famous chain of Mexican restaurants which had started in Austin and had now spread to other cities. It seemed that the décor of the establishments was a combination of Elvis black velvet paintings, brightly colored fish, hub caps, and the colored stickers that came on the outside of the silverware and which everyone stuck to the walls and seats. Tara continued, “if you put quarters in the mouth spits water and if there are people in boats around, they just get sprayed.” As she explained she crumpled a handful of chips and dropped them over the railing where they were quickly eaten by the flock of ducks around the patio.
A waitress quickly came up to take the girls’ drink orders: “what can I get y’all to drink? We’ve got mango margaritas for happy hour.”
Tara glanced at the redhead before ordering a margarita with salt and Willow did the same. “I’m kind of surprised that you ordered a drink,” Willow commented after the waitress left.
Tara raised her eyebrows at the other girl and prompted her to explain her observation: “why?”
Willow looked at her menu for a moment before answering, “well. Uh. She, I mean the other Tara…” She looked exasperated as she muttered, “I can’t figure out how to refer to her. I mean she’s Tara and you’re Tara and I’m talking about her in third person and you’re sitting here but you’re not her.”
Tara nodded at Willow’s external rambling. “I u-understand,” she agreed, “it’s confusing.”
“Right,” Willow said mollified that the blonde understood her discomfort. “Anyway,” she continued, “she never drank much because she didn’t want to feel out of control.” She again looked at her menu again not wanting to insult either girl. “Also she never could afford it,” she whispered.
Tara giggled a little bit shocking the redhead. As she saw the look that crossed Willow’s face she reached out to hold her hand lightly. “I’m sorry to l-laugh. It’s just that if you spend months on morphine, you stop w-worrying about losing control from a little tequila,” she said as she squirted a lime onto her hand, shook salt onto the wet spot, and licked it off casually before taking a drink from her glass.
Willow gulped audibly as she watched Tara take her drink. Her action with the lime was so casual and yet so incredibly sensual.
I wish I was the back of her hand. No!
Bad thoughts Willow! she thought before she could stop herself. The strong taste of tequila eliminated her lusty thoughts for the moment even as she luxuriated in the soft feel of Tara’s hand on hers, the blonde’s thumb stroking Willow’s skin lightly. After taking Willow’s hand to assuage her embarrassment Tara had not released it and Willow suspected that the blonde was enjoying the feeling as much as she was.
“And the m-money isn’t really an issue anymore,” Tara told Willow as soon as the waitress had come to take their orders and left. She didn’t mean to brag or anything but for most of her life she had nothing or less and now she really didn’t have to worry about money. If she managed it well, she never would have to worry about money again.
“I’ve wondered about that,” Willow answered. “I mean, you don’t have to explain but she never had any money and only could go to college on tons of financial aid and had to work really hard and everything and you drive a Volvo and live in a nice place and … It’s none of my business,” she finally trailed off, crumpling a handful of chips and tossing them over the railing to watch the ducks and avoid looking at her dinner companion.
I don’t know why I say these things. I mean it’s like open mouth insert foot constantly. I should really wear cleaner shoes if they are going to live in my mouth. Or maybe get them flavored like chocolate or strawberry. Not that I’ve got a foot fetish or anything and certainly I don’t think I’d get off on my own toes. That’s just kind of…Tara patiently watched Willow as the girl got very quiet. It was obvious from the blush covering her features that she couldn’t believe that she had said what she said. As much as the blonde enjoyed seeing Willow flustered and particularly babbling, she felt like she couldn’t let her just go on. Somehow she had to relax the girl. “You’re adorable,” she whispered.
Ok, that probably wasn’t the most relaxing thing that I could have said she admonished herself as the words came out of her mouth. Nonetheless her half-smile was brilliant as Willow turned to look at the blonde and determine if she had heard her right.
“What?” Willow stammered.
Tara raised her eyebrows as she answered the redhead: “I said, ‘you’re adorable.’”
Willow stammered again, “you said I’m adorable? But…but…but…” She took a deep breath before trying to place herself. “I’m saying all the wrong things, embarrassing things and you think it’s adorable?”
Tara took a drink as the redheaded witch confirmed the compliment. As she lowered the glass she explained, “well it’s adorable--all of it: the babbling and the embarrassment and the not knowing what to s-say.” As she saw the look of puzzlement on Willow’s face she tried to make the redhead feel somewhat better: “if I was the only one who didn’t know what to s-say, I’d feel really bad. But I feel really comfortable with y-you and …” Mirroring Willow’s earlier actions she trailed off her explanation, satisfied that Willow felt better as she saw the smile covering Willow’s features. In addition to that Tara could feel Willow’s energy starting to flow more comfortably through the connection of their hands. Realizing that Willow still didn’t know how she had money Tara decided to explain. “There was a l-lawsuit,” she stated.
After ordering another round of drinks Willow questioned the blonde: “you sued the school?”
Tara nodded as she told the redhead, “at first I d-d-didn’t want to but Eliza’s father explained to me that the i-i-insurance would pay the claim. I wouldn’t really be hurting the school. It turned out that the student who threw the f-firecracker shouldn’t have been in the school at all but his family had given a h-h-huge
donation after he was turned d-d-down. So they let him in. So the family was included in the lawsuit too since he was under 18.”
Willow nodded her understanding although one part of Tara’s story didn’t make sense to her. “And you won?” she confirmed.
Tara leaned back lifting her leg onto a spare chair at the table to have a better view of the sunset over the lake. “D-d-do you want to move over h-h-here to see this?” she asked.
I can’t believe I said that. That totally sounds like a pickup. Goddess Tara; you’re out of control girl! Willow wondered what the blush covering Tara’s face was for but moved her chair to sit next to the blonde anyway. She could feel the gentle touch of their jeans covered thighs touching and it almost took her breath away. Once Willow was settled into place Tara answered the redhead’s question: “they settled. No one wanted a c-c-court case.” Before Willow could prompt her further she completed the story saying, “it was a lot of money. Francis manages the trust his father set up for m-me. He bought the h-h-house and c-c-car and pays my school expenses. Other than that I don’t usually t-t-touch it.”
Finally Willow could contain herself no longer. “Eliza’s father was your lawyer?” she questioned disbelievingly.
Tara nodded as she explained, “it was a special favor. He doesn’t usually do that k-kind of case but he did it f-for me.”
“And they let him?” Willow asked.
Tara looked a little confused at the question. “Who let him?” she inquired.
“You know,” Willow answered cryptically.
Tara continued to look sidewise at the redhead completely lost as to what she was saying. “I r-really don’t know,” she explained.
“The ‘family,’” Willow clarified.
Tara was still lost as to Willow’s point. “Eliza and the boys were all in f-favor of it. Why would they object?”
Willow breathed out an exasperated sigh. “Not that family. You know, ‘THE family.” As she realized that Tara was completely confused she got explicit: “The mafia. His mafia family allowed it? I thought a conciliare could only do business for his family.”
At this point Tara burst out laughing. She knew that she should try to save Willow’s dignity a little but it was just too much. As she began to catch her breath she confirmed, “you think Eliza’s father is a mafiaoso?” Still laughing she commented, “that’s r-rich. I’ve got to tell her. She’ll fall over laughing.” Seeing the hurt on Willow’s face she began stroking her thumb again over the smaller girl’s hand, moving to her palm and beginning to trace small circles on the palm. As much as her fascination with Willow’s skin,
Willowpalm, beckoned to her she had to ask, “why would you think t-t-that?”
Willow could hardly contain the emotions struggling for control in her body. On one hand she couldn’t believe the way that Tara was laughing at her. She probably should have felt hurt about it but how could she when the blonde was tracing her fingertips over her palm in that way. It was all she could do not to lean over and just capture Tara’s lips in her own. Instead she concentrated on the question the blonde had asked. “Well we just thought… I mean… The thing is…” she trailed off and started anew: “Eliza was always very cryptic about her father and her family in general. We knew he was a lawyer and very busy. That he had important contacts and that her, uh indiscretion was an embarrassment to him and his business. And well, they’re Italian.” She said the last a little embarrassed at how bigoted it made her sound. Suddenly she remembered, “oh and one time we all went out, for homecoming our senior year, and the restaurant owner was like scared of her and brought she and Chelle wine even though they were so obviously underage.”
Tara was now smiling at the redhead as she explained, “that m-makes sense. He is a lawyer and a businessman. He was embarrassed by her, as you call it ‘indiscretion,’ and the restaurant owner acted l-like that because he’s an important man. During the spring of our senior year he was running for m-mayor or San Antonio.” Seeing the blush still filling Willow’s features Tara gently lifted their joined hands to her lips and softly kissed Willow’s skin. “I can understand how you m-misunderstood,” she whispered.
Willow’s eyes followed the path her hand took as Tara slowly raised it to her lips. She was absolutely mesmerized by the action and truly by every action the blonde took. She had been feeling like she was on fire as Tara touched her hand and when she started tracing circles on her palm, Willow felt like she would just collapse. As she felt those soft lips on her skin it was like heaven. She experienced a sensation like hundreds of electrical sparks passing into her skin and up her arm before infusing her body. It was a feeling that was at once completely familiar and altogether new to her. This woman, while similar to her Tara was also very unique. Her energy while still passionately compatible with Willow’s own was very different from what the redhead was used to. She gasped out loud as she felt the enormity of their connection throughout her body, the point of contact of their thighs beginning to almost feel as if it were burning. As Tara lowered their fingers Willow couldn’t take her eyes off the blonde’s soft full lips, lips which had just kissed her back to life.
She had to get her mind off that sensation or she would make a complete fool of herself. She glanced around the restaurant for something else and noted the couple sitting across the deck from them. They appeared to have been watching the two witches and were extremely amused at Tara’s laughter. “That couple looks really familiar,” Willow indicated.
Tara glanced over at them for a minute as she remembered them. She smiled at Willow as she reminded her: “sure they look familiar; they were at the Thai restaurant and then at Romeos the other day.”
“Are they following us?” Willow asked confused. Maybe there was some lesbian or vegetarian or lesbian vegetarian network in Austin and maybe the network had some kind of restaurant schedule so they could all run into each other. She glanced around the deck not seeing that many obviously lesbian couples so that theory didn’t entirely hold water but since Tara had chosen all their restaurants, who knew what was causing the repeated coincidences?
“N-not exactly,” Tara laughed as she thought how to explain the other couple’s presence to the redhead.
“Well what then?” Willow asked.
“That’s the writer,” Tara explained.
“What writer?” Willow asked no more clear about why this couple seemed to be shadowing them to all the restaurants in town.
“You know,
the writer. That’s Debra and the one with longer hair is Rachel,” Tara again explained.
Willow narrowed her eyes first at Tara and then at the couple. “Wait a minute,” she started, “you’re saying that the girl over there, eating the fish tacos and French fries is the writer?” Tara nodded. “So she just wrote herself into this story?” Again the blonde nodded. “Isn’t that kind of weird?”
“Well,” Tara thought about the question. “It’s definitely a conceit,” she conceded.
“It’s a conceit,” Willow repeated. “It’s kind of grandiose, don’t you think?”
Tara considered it before concluding, “perhaps she was thinking post-modern or maybe she’s just really a big fan.”
Willow glanced one last time across the deck at the couple enjoying their meal again.
Should I wave? she wondered before concluding that it was a little silly to wave at someone who was writing you into existence anyway. Instead she decided to completely change the subject: “this is so nice. Just going out for a nice dinner.”
Tara felt extremely grateful to have the tension broken by Willow’s words. Throughout their conversation about the other couple her hands had stroked and caressed Willow’s skin. Both girls could feel the sexual tension building between them. The blonde knew that Willow was giving her room, but she just couldn’t seem to keep her hands away from the girl. It seemed that she always needed, wanted to be holding Willow’s hand--to be feeling the soft skin and the way it made sparks flow along her skin and throughout her body with the connection. She felt entranced by the sensation of her thumb passing over Willow’s small hand. And now… and now… She hadn’t planned that kiss on Willow’s palm; she had just wanted to comfort the girl that her assumption about Mr. D’Angelo wasn’t that ridiculous. But she really hadn’t expected the effect her action would have on either girl. If it hadn’t been for the intense electric shock that had passed through her body with the contact she would have been tempted to trail a series of kisses from Willow’s palm up her wrist. Just the thought was making her blush. She was feeling sensations that she had never experienced before and it was obvious from watching Willow that the redhead was as entranced and excited by Tara’s spontaneous movement as she was. Thankfully Willow’s comment about going out for dinner had seemingly broken the spell. Tara responded in what she hoped was a reasonably eloquent or at least coherent manner: “what, you didn’t ever just go out and e-e-enjoy the evening in Sunnydale?”
Willow half-giggled, half-snorted at Tara’s question. “Well,” she began, “it sometimes wasn’t that simple.” As Tara looked sidewise at her dining companion, Willow launched into storytelling mode: “let’s see I already told you about the Halloween party and I could tell you about the party we went to where a robot threw a vampire through a plate-glass window…” She looked to see that Tara was listening and smiling her beautiful smile before continuing, “and any of Buffy’s birthday parties could be a case in point. There’s a no-weapons forged monster, Giles turning into a demon, Dawn running away and slashing her wrists, or our being locked in the house for 2 days last year.”
Tara held up her hand to interrupt and teased, “you realize that now you’re going to h-have to tell me all those s-s-stories right?” As Willow smiled Tara clarified: “I mean I don’t even know who D-dawn or G-giles are.”
Willow was now openly flirting as she began tracing her fingertips over Tara’s soft hand. “We may have to spend a lot of time together,” she whispered breathlessly.
Tara attempted to control the beating of her heart, which seemed to be going much faster than usual. “A l-l-lot,” she agreed.
Willow found herself unable to answer immediately, watching Tara’s lips moving as they formed the simple words of agreement. Those soft red petals beckoned to her with each movement and each breath that the other girl took. Willow continued staring at the face in front of her as she started ever so slowly leaning toward the blonde. She could feel Tara’s fingers tightening slightly around hers as the blonde began also moving almost imperceptibly toward her.
“Y’all want another margarita?” The waitress’ voice cut through the tension flowing through the two girls as each relaxed back into her own personal space and released the breath she had been holding.
“W-w-water,” Tara stuttered not breaking eye contact with her dining partner. The moment had passed and she knew it. Now both girls just had to sit there feeling uncomfortable and unsure of themselves. Tara cursed herself for rushing things.
What are you doing? She just lost her lover and you are making a move on her? You have to wait until she’s ready! she thought as she took the drink from the quickly returning waitress.
Willow leaned back quickly and withdrew her hand as she saw the look on Tara’s face.
Jeez stupid. Now look what you did. She’s all nervous and uncomfortable again. How can you be so stupid? Her internal babbling was all set to go crazy when she heard Tara speak again: “so you were going tell me about a p-p-party?”
“Oh right,” Willow quickly agreed, happy to have something to do with her mouth besides babbing
or what I’d really like to be doing she thought and almost slapped her hand. “Uh ok a typical party. Our Freshman year in college Buffy was up against this like killer demon made out of other demons.”
“Yuck,” Tara commented.
“Right. Definitely yuck. You don’t ever want to know what he did to study demon anatomy,” Willow told the blonde as the picture she had tried so many times to purge from her memory again flashed across her memory making her involuntarily shiver. Seeing the look of distress on the redhead’s face Tara gently reached out to take her hand once again and was pleased when Willow squeezed on her fingers in response.
Willow continued her story: “Well Buffy’s boyfriend Riley decided to throw a relaxation party to give everyone a chance to unwind. He wanted to take a break from the horror that was college in Sunnydale right?”
Tara nodded in anticipation of the punchline.
Never let it be said that I can’t appreciate some foreshadowing she nearly giggled to herself. Instead she prompted the redhead to continue: “I take it the party wasn’t a break from the Sunnydale h-horror show?”
A blush spread across the redhead’s light skin as she remembered one particular portion of the evening when she and Tara had been caught up in the energy of the house. She refrained from sharing the intense memory:
Willow and Tara sat on the steps only minimally aware of the strange events surrounding them in Lowell house. Occasionally they heard moans or shouts from the living room or some other room. But their attention was focused on the connection formed by their hands. Willow’s free hand rested lightly on the back of Tara’s neck and the blonde felt the heat coming off her digits as if both women were on fire. Her breathing was becoming ragged and they hadn’t even kissed since arriving at the party. “M-maybe we should go look for Buffy and Riley,” she suggested.
Initially Willow was shocked at Tara’s suggestion. She certainly wasn’t thinking about either Buffy or Riley. She hadn’t seen the slayer or her wholesome all-American monster fighter in close to an hour and didn’t really care to look for them. Actually she wondered where they had gotten to and what they were up to… She looked at Tara again and saw the vixeny grin crossing the blonde’s features. Quickly Willow agreed, “well they have been gone a long time. We should probably check on them.” She stood up pulling Tara with her.
“Upstairs,” Tara groaned as the girls virtually ran up the stairs stopping at the first door.
Willow reached out and knocked hard on the door feeling Tara pressing her body against her back, the blonde’s hands snaking around to tease and pinch her nipples through her shirt and bra. “We should look for them in here,” Willow groaned and felt Tara’s hand leave her breast to turn the doorknob and push open the door.
The two witches quickly tumbled into the empty room, glancing around to ensure that no one else was inside before pushing the door closed. As Tara pressed Willow’s body against the door she locked the latch on the door to make sure they wouldn’t be interrupted. As it was, she couldn’t imagine how she had waited this long to take the redhead. Both their bodies were quivering masses of excitement and arousal and she could feel her own nipples straining against her lace bra and her wetness soaking her panties.
Willow entwined her hands in Tara’s hair as she felt her lover pressing her against the door. She loved it when their passion was like this—urgent and passionate and animal. Excited by the rough way Tara’s fingers were twirling and twisting her nipples through her shirt she tugged on Tara’s hair again before moving her hands to the blonde’s tight ass and kneading it in her small hands. She was shocked to feel the blonde taking a step back from her body at the door and looked questioningly into her blue eyes, eyes that radiated their passion for her. She could see how badly Tara wanted and needed her in those eyes and realized that the witch was looking around the room searching for something. As her eyes settled on the desk she obviously found what she was looking for and she tugged the redhead toward the desk, stopping in front of the desk to unceremoniously push her skirt and panties onto the floor.
Both girls could smell the gush of wetness from Willow as Tara stopped placing a hickey on the smaller girl’s neck only long enough to growl, “I want you on this desk so I can be in you so deep.” She didn’t have to ask twice as Willow virtually jumped onto the desk, her ass near the edge as she wrapped her legs around Tara’s hips and pulled the blonde closer. As their lips again met with animalistic passion, Willow concentrated on loosening Tara’s button-flys and attempting to slip her fingers within her lover’s panties, panties which she could tell were soaked with Tara’s delicious juices. As she slipped her fingertips under the band of those lucky panties she felt Tara’s fingers at the entrance to her own soaked sex.
“I love you and you’re m-mine,” Tara growled as she pressed two fingers into the smaller girl. Willow shrieked in passion as she felt her lover filling her. The intensity of their connection was almost too much and she had to moan into Tara’s mouth, completely forgetting that they were in someone else’s room and at a party. All she could concentrate on was how good Tara made her feel, how hot, how sexy and the way Tara was filling her so completely. Wrapping her legs more firmly around Tara’s body she urged the blonde forward.
Tara continued her thrusting motion, her right-hand pistoning into her lover like never before. As she did, she wrapped her left arm around Willow’s lower back to pull her forward on the desk. She could feel Willow’s depths tightening around her fingers and knew her lover was close to a powerful release. She almost felt that she would come at the same time her arousal was so great.
Willow’s slippery sex coated Tara’s fingers along with the desk below her ass. She could feel her wetness sliding down her thighs and knew that her lover must be just as excited. “More baby,” she quietly moaned. Tara quickly obeyed her lover’s request surprised at her openness but finding it easy to slide into Willow’s slick core even with the added finger. She thrust harder and faster knowing that the redhead was close to an amazing release and was surprised to hear the smaller girl’s plaintive moan, “faster baby, please?” Understanding just what her lover needed, Tara let everything go. She concentrated every ounce of her energy into her hand as it became a blur, thrusting as hard and deep and fast as she had ever done into Willow’s depths.
Tara couldn’t tell which was more powerful: the intensity with which her lover’s cunt wrapped itself around her thrusting hand or Willow’s mouth locked to her jugular, leaving a mark which would last days and cause no end of embarrassment to either girl. When she removed her mouth from the suction, her voice filled the room as she screamed over and over: “Oh Goddess! Oh Tara! Tara! Tara!.” Tears escaped from the redhead’s eyes as she finally stopped quivering and softly kissed her lover. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Willow pulled back to look at her beautiful lover. She knew that both women loved giving pleasure to the other and found that very fulfilling. But she could tell from the dark blue of Tara’s eyes that it wasn’t enough this time. Tara wanted her, needed her and she needed her now. Somewhat worried that her legs wouldn’t support her, Willow nonetheless jumped down from the desk to land in front of her lover, their lips locked together once again. As she did she slipped her fingertips into the waistband of Tara’s jeans and panties and pushed both down. Frustrated with her inability to remove the clothes fast enough and aware that as usual the blonde was wearing boots Willow decided to inspire her lover to help her. “I want you in my mouth and on my hand lover,” she whispered.
Tara looked shocked at the urgency of Willow’s words and they inspired her to move quickly to kick off her boots. Sitting on the edge of the bed she quickly shucked her jeans and panties and was not surprised when Willow quickly followed pressing her body down on Tara’s. Both girls knew that Tara reveled in the sensation of Willow’s body pressing her into the bed, her full weight holding the blonde and holding her down. She whimpered into their kiss as she raised her knees to feel Willow pressing against her soaking wet center.
Willow gyrated against Tara enjoying the hot wetness and the wonderful sounds Tara was making for a minute before whispering in her ear, “this is nice but I want you now.” Tara gulped as Willow made good on her wishes sliding down the bed to rest between the blonde’s open thighs. Unable to contain herself the redhead latched her mouth quickly onto Tara’s clit and felt the blonde arch her back from the bed as she screamed. Willow wanted her love to come and to come hard and fast, bathing her mouth and hand and the redhead began working toward that goal. She sucked and licked Tara’s clit, rarely straying from the hard nub as she quickly slid two fingers into Tara’s needy opening. The blonde’s hands wound tightly in her hair spurred her to even more ardent attention as she thrust her fingers deeply into Tara’s wetness, curling her fingers against the blonde’s g-spot. Feeling how open the blonde was to her Willow took the chance and slid the all-too-rare third finger into her lover. “Willow!” Tara screamed as her back arched from the bed and her body shuddered through her unbelievable orgasm.
When Tara’s body finally stilled Willow crawled back up the bed to embrace her lover. Even in her spent state Tara could feel Willow’s arousal. Her hand strayed to play with the redhead’s short curls and began tracing the wetness coating her lips. Willow absorbed the attention quickly as, not wanting to strain Tara in her post-orgasmic state, she quickly straddled her lover and felt the blonde’s fingers again slipping into her wet center. Both girls were now groaning and moaning, unable to contain their sounds and knowing that they were ready for yet another release. Willow reached back to stroke Tara’s ready opening with her fingertips.
“Oh Goddess,” both moaned repeatedly.
Suddenly they heard voices through the haze of their passion: “Willow! Tara! Are you in there?” Unable to place the strange noise their fingers moved faster as both girls approached orgasm together.
“You idiot! Of course they are in there. You can hear them!” Anya shouted at her boyfriend.
“Well open the door then,” Xander shouted back. The witches slowly became aware of the sound of pounding as four hands beat on the door to the darkened room. “Willow! Tara! We need you!” Xander was shouting.
As their orgasm broke Tara and Willow felt the energy of the house release them for a mere moment. It was enough though. They rolled away from each other grabbing their clothes and putting them on quickly to pull open the door and find the jungle that had grown throughout the entire upstairs hallway of the house.
“Uh hi,” Willow waved at Xander and Anya who looked stupefied at the two disheveled witches.
“I’m glad you both had so many orgasms,” Anya announced. “But we need you to help get Buffy and Riley out of here and we can’t get them to stop.”
Tara blushed furiously as she looked down the hall at the door to Riley’s room. Willow took her lover’s drying hand as she leapt into Scoobie mode: “well let’s go get Giles and see what he thinks then.”
She took a drink to calm herself and wondered if Tara could feel her turmoil. Right now she felt so gentle with this Tara but the flash she had just remembered contained such animal passion that it was hard to keep the two separate. Realizing that the blonde was watching her curiously she continued her story: “the party started out pretty nice and Tara and I and Buffy were having a good time. Xander was all upset because he and Anya had had a fight but he was enjoying the party too. But then weird things started happening. Buffy and Riley took off to go have sex in his room. They were totally focused on each other and nothing else.”
“That doesn’t s-sound that unusual for most college students,” Tara teased.
Willow took a long drink of water before continuing: “well it got unusual. I mean kind of typical for Sunnydale but unusual for anywhere else I guess. People started feeling kind of weird. There were a few guys in the corner with their hand on the wall looking uh strange.”
“Strange?” Tara prompted.
“You know like…” Willow trailed off and looked down at her lap. Suddenly she felt incredibly embarrassed to be telling this story. It wasn’t just the memory of how she and Tara had acted out the sexual energy of the house so passionately but the entire sexuality of the episode. As her face blushed bright red she finished her explanation: “they were getting, you know, aroused from their contact with the wall.”
Tara watched the redhead curiously. She was obviously embarrassed by this story which was kind of confusing. She was the one who had chosen this story and suddenly she felt somehow embarrassed and uncomfortable? That didn’t quite make sense. The nice thing to do would be to suggest that Willow switch to another story or ease her embarrassment in some way. Of course that would eliminate the opportunity to hear Willow’s crazy babbling or just watch the redhead blush. Deciding to have some fun Tara continued rubbing her thumb over Willow’s hand as she purred suggestively, “right. Aroused?…”
Willow’s felt her mouth dropping open in shock as she heard clearly both Tara’s words and her tone. Just as quickly she snapped her jaw closed again, worried that otherwise she would soon drool on the table. Gulping loudly she continued her story: “um uh right uh aroused. You know like making noises and stuff.” The redhead was nearly unable to speak as she felt Tara’s hand on her own.
Goddess, please don’t keep teasing me like this. I don’t think I can take it much longer, she thought desperately. Just what “not taking it” meant Willow wasn’t ready to deal with right now. Right now she was just trying to tell a story about what life in Sunnydale was like.
As Willow took a breath to speak and continue her story, Tara saw her chance to tease her further. “What kind of n-noises?” she asked quietly. Willow saw the half-smirk on the blonde’s face and the way the girl was looking at her and couldn’t believe she had heard her right. Tara was just flirting and teasing with no inhibitions. Willow wondered if it was possible that the blonde didn’t understand the effect that she was having on Willow and on her very uneasy breathing at this point. Then she realized that the blonde knew exactly what effect it was having and she liked it. She was actually enjoying making Willow squirm and babble and blush.
Well two can play at this game, Willow vowed. She leaned in to place her mouth very close to the blonde’s ear feeling a hitch in Tara’s breathing as she came closer. She knew that her breath probably carried more than a trace of the tequila she had consumed but attempted to assure herself that Tara wasn’t likely to notice given the number of drinks the blonde had consumed. “You know,” Willow breathed more than spoke slowly into Tara’s ear, “sort of…” She mimicked a cross between a moan and a deeply aroused breath, her lips nearly touching the blonde’s ear as she did so.
Tara couldn’t believe Willow’s boldness. The girl was practically running the tip of her tongue around Tara’s ear and the sounds she was making… Of course she could completely understand the redhead’s actions. Really it was Tara’s fault the way she had flirted and challenged Willow so recklessly. Now it seemed like a game of chicken and each girl wanted to see who would turn the wheel first. Slowly Tara turned her head to face Willow. Their lips were mere millimeters away from each other. Tara took a few seconds to look deeply into Willow’s eyes, eyes that were completely captivated by the intimacy of their position, before pushing further. “I like the way that sounds Willow,” she whispered.
As she took a deep gulp Willow faced the fact that she had lost. She thought she would turn the tables on this woman but she was outclassed. Taking another second to stare into the deeply transfixed eyes in front of her, Willow drew back to take a sip of her water. She noted again the half-smirk crossing the blonde’s face as she enjoyed her position of superiority.
I could so get that look off her face Willow noted to herself as she thought of a few ways to do so.
But I’ll concede this time she decided as she leaned back in her chair. As she did so she removed her hand from the warmth of Tara’s hand but moved it to the back of the blonde’s neck where she began idly toying with the wisps of hair she found there.
Willow was extremely pleased to see Tara make no movement to stop her but instead the girl relaxed as if she wanted to feel Willow’s fingers on her in just that way. As the sexual energy of the moment broke Willow took the opportunity to continue her story: “so everyone there got kind of sexually crazy. Then stuff started to blow up and fly around and everything. Everyone but Buffy and Riley left the party and the house to get out of the danger but we couldn’t get them out. As we stood outside wondering what to do the entire house started to be completely overgrown with plants and weeds like it was a jungle. Xander tried to go back in and get Buffy and Riley but the house threw them out.”
“Th-th-threw him out?” Tara questioned. At first she thought it was just a fun and funny story about a party the group had attended but it was starting to sound dangerous. She was surprised to find that she was worried about the group even though it had happened years ago and in another dimension, not to mention that she knew everyone had survived the party or Willow would have told her.
Willow nodded as she confirmed Tara’s question: “yup. Threw him right out the door and onto the sidewalk.” “Not really that unusual a day for Xander to tell the truth,” Willow chuckled slightly as she thought of the friend she loved her whole life and who had been so courageous and loving for so long. “So we went and found Giles, which is a whole other and kind of surreal story. We found out that the house used to be an orphanage and the woman who ran it had kind of terrorized the kids who lived there.”
“Those poor kids,” Tara empathized.
“Oh yeah, those poor kids,” Willow agreed. As she spoke both girls got up to move to the car. The waitress had come by a few minutes earlier to let them know the restaurant was closing. As they paid the girl had given them a wink and suggested they “go home” which had caused both diners to blush and Willow to begin stammering before just giving it up. After checking that Tara was ok to drive, Willow got in the passenger seat and turned slightly to face the blonde so she could watch her. She was tempted to reach out and rest her hand on Tara’s knee but feared that it would be too much too soon.
As Tara drove Willow continued her story: “Tara, Giles, and I summoned the spirits of the children to try to give Xander and Anya time to get into the house. It would have been easier for them if Spike had helped but he wasn’t really in the helping space just then. Anyway, Xander and Anya hacked their way through the jungle and got to Buffy and Riley and stopped the whole thing.” She half-chortled as she summed up: “just another evening in Sunnydale.”
Tara smiled at Willow’s summary of her very unusual story. “I can see why you said y’all didn’t get to go out for a relaxing evening that often,” she agreed. But she had to ask, “you have a friend named Spike?”
Willow took a deep breath as she tried to explain. “I’m not sure I’d call Spike a friend,” she started. “It’s a long story but Buffy kind of tends toward relationships with vampires. Or at least has had a few. Spike’s a kind of good vampire and he helped us out a lot. Especially while Buffy was dead.” As the words came out of her mouth Willow wished she could pull them back. They were nearing the hotel and as much as she’d love to have Tara’s company for as long as that story would take she didn’t want to make either of them any more uncomfortable than she was already feeling.
“When Buffy was d-d-dead?” Tara repeated with a question in her tone.
Willow reached out to take the blonde’s hand as she pulled the car into a parking space. “It’s a pretty long story,” she started, “and it’s kind of late. Do you want to come in or would you like to put it on hold ba..?” She cut herself off as she realized she had been about to call Tara “baby.”
Tara glanced at the clock on the dashboard before speaking, “wow. Time flies so fast. I th-th-think I should definitely go home tonight but I w-want to hear about Buffy ok?” She was concerned that Willow would think she was blowing her off but it was just the opposite really. Tara knew that she wanted to go in with the redhead. But she also knew that if she did, it wouldn’t just be to sleep and talk. Something would happen and she really didn’t know if she was ready for that. She didn’t know if Willow was ready for that.
Willow squeezed Tara’s hand to let her know that she understood. She was feeling somewhat relieved that the blonde had turned down the offer to come in. Honestly she didn’t know what she would have done if Tara had accepted. What is protocol in making a pass at your dead lover’s double? Is that uncouth? Would Tara be expecting a pass? Would she make one? Or maybe not a pass but snuggles and snuggles would definitely be good.
“Hey Will,” Tara teased. “I can see you babbling in there. Do you w-want to share with your, uh w-w-with me?”
Shit I almost said “date” Tara realized.
Is this a date? I paid for dinner but are we dating? Does she think we’re dating? Great now I’m babbling too. It’s contagious She was jolted by Willow’s next words: “you look like the babbling is contagious.” The redhead smiled as she decided to make the end of the evening easy. “I know you’re tired so you don’t have to walk me in, ok?”
Normally Tara would have protested but she was tired enough to agree. “O-ok but I’ll watch to see you get in.”
“That sounds good,” Willow assured her.
“So I’ll c-c-call you?” Tara asked as she tried to reduce the tension in the car.
Willow breathed out her tension as she agreed, “and I’ll answer. It’ll be a system.” Impulsively she leaned over and gave the blonde a quick hug before turning and exiting the car quickly. She looked back at the car and smiled at Tara, pleased to see that the other girl was watching her intently as she went into the hotel.
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"Seek the company of those who are still seeking the truth and run away from those who think they have found it.--J.T. O'Hara
Welcome. I’m not sure if I’ve seen feedback from you so welcome. Thanks for reading and commenting. Yes, this story is very different which I hinted in feedback to the last. People seem to be enjoying it though and I’m very glad. 
Great update!
Too bad Willow only told her the severly sanitized version, telling the 'full' version easily would have tipped the bluffing-scale in her favour 
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at: 7/18/03 6:14 pm
about taking vacation in another dimension. We would have had to go to another time too since it’s still Fall of 2002 in the story but cool thought. Hmmm… Maybe that’s what dreams are. I love that restaurant, beautiful sunsets, great food and a huge fish that sprays water on boaters: what could be better?
and 
. Cant wait to see them in each others arms. Cuddling really bad and lots of stolen kisses and many many shudders
and 
together in he prsent? 
more. You stuff is great! Have a 
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It's sad that Tara 1 is dead 
but I really like Tara 2.