by Laragh » Sat Sep 26, 2009 9:47 am
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TITLE: Lessons In Love
AUTHOR: Laragh
CHAPTER RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: Joss, UPN, FOX, ME and anyone else associated with the television show Buffy The Vampire Slayer own the characters of Willow and Tara and anyone else who may appear, I am simply a lowly viewer, trying to write some happier situations for, who I consider, the greatest TV couple ever.
SUMMARY: Highschool fic! You guys know I'm bad at summaries, so I’m gonna go with my standard 'happy, light reading’
SPOILERS: Completely AU, so I doubt any. At most, the odd reference or piece of dialogue. Not supernatural, no way am I smart enough to write a magic fic
FEEDBACK: I love it.
Chapter 30
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“Yay! It’s bouncy!” Willow said excitedly as she jumped up and down on the queen-sized bed in their hotel room.
In the end, it had only taken a couple of days for Willow to settle on an acceptable hotel, Tara not caring as long as they had a bed and there wasn’t any cockroaches and the redhead had chosen quite a nice hotel, ten minutes drive from the UCLA campus that she would be speaking at tomorrow. Ira, who although seemed uncomfortable with the idea of the two girls sharing a hotel room, wasn’t in denial any longer of the actual nature of their relationship and had paid for the room in an attempt of an apology that he couldn’t be there for the actual event.
Sheila, who since Willow had come out had become even colder, if that was possible, to her daughter, had said a forced ‘good luck’ before they had left and ignored Tara’s presence. Absent relationship with her mother aside, because, quite frankly, Willow was so used to it that she didn’t really care anymore, the redhead was both dreading and looking forward to her debate tomorrow. Her speech was done, she had her laptop to re-check her facts if the panic took her and she had her girl, who would be in the stands the whole time, supporting her as always.
Tara looked on, smiling as Willow bounced on the bed; she’d been reading over her speech the entire car trip down and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that she was nervous as hell for the next day. She dropped their two overnight bags and went to the bed as well, checking the bounciness.
“Very bouncy,” Tara confirmed, pulling Willow down into a sitting position.
Willow settled and put her hand on the brunette’s knee. She brought her hand up to her mouth and bit at the skin around her nails for a minute.
“I’m just gonna make sure all my quotes are right and stuff, is that okay?”
“Of course it is,” Tara said with a smile, “I brought a book. I’ll be right here if you need anything.”
“You’re the best,” Willow replied and leaned over for a chaste kiss, “We can order, like, really expensive room service, since Dad’s paying and everything.”
“Whatever you want, love.”
Willow smiled shyly and gave her another quick kiss before jumping off the bed and going over to her bag, getting her laptop out and booting it up while she held the copy of her speech in one hand. Tara rummaged through her own bag, finding the book she had brought and flopped back onto the bed, the room in silence apart from the keystrokes of Willow’s laptop until the redhead let out a horrified squeal about twenty minutes later.
“Honey, what is it?” Tara asked, moving to sit at the end of the bed.
“I..I…this quote… it’s supposed to say ‘hallmark of an authoritarian regime’ but I have ‘characteristic of an authoritarian regime’. I must have mixed up my analysis of it with the actual quote itself.”
“Well, that’s okay, you’ve spotted it, you can just change it.”
“But if I did it on this, I could’ve done it on all of them. And, oh god, what if I hadn’t noticed. And then I’d be known as the girl who can’t even get her quotes right. I mean, if I mess up someone else’s words, how could mine ever be taken seriously?!”
Willow had jumped up from her seat and was pacing back and forth in a somewhat maniacal manner at this stage, gesturing wildly with her hands.
“Sweetheart, just relax for a second and-”
“Relax? Tara, how the hell am I supposed to relax!?”
Tara watched her girlfriend start to go slightly red as she continued to rant about not being able to relax and did the only thing she could think of to help. She took her top off. Willow paced for a few more moments until on her next turn she caught sight of the brunette.
“Tha…that helps,” she gulped and rushed over to the end of the bed.
“Good,” Tara said and went to put her shirt back on until it was snatched out of her hands.
“Why in all the deities in heaven would you put this back on?!” Willow asked in disbelief.
“I just wanted you to calm down so you could see you were making a big deal out of nothing…I mean I wasn’t trying to distract you…well, no I was, I just mean I wasn’t trying to take you away from your work.”
“Okay,” Willow said and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, “You’re right, I can fix the quote, not a big deal. Thank you for snapping me out of my panic. But, um, Snuggles and Ms. Jiggle are here now, it would be impolite not to say hello…”
Tara shook her head, biting her lip to stop from laughing and reached a hand behind to unhook her bra, letting it fall off of her before scooting back up on the bed and lying down. Willow giddily crawled on top of the brunette, lying straight down between her legs and propped herself up on her elbows, her face hovering above her girlfriend’s breasts. She gave each nipple a light kiss and pulled back with a sigh.
“Hi, old friends. Sorry we haven’t seen much of each other the last few days. I’ve been neglecting you, and that was wrong of me. Can you forgive me?”
“Um, sweetie… we…we made love three days ago. I don’t think that constitutes neglect.”
“Yea but I’ve been so preoccupied with my speech that I haven’t even tried to cop a feel since. They must think they’ve done something wrong. You’ve done nothing wrong, Snuggles,” Willow replied and nuzzled into Tara’s right breast, before moving to her left one, “You either, Ms. Jiggle. And I’m gonna make it up to both of you. Starting right now.”
She dropped her head and took the nipple of Tara’s left breast in her mouth, running her tongue over it inside.
“Ohh! Now that you mention it, they do need to be made up to,” Tara said, closing her eyes at the contact, “Very neglected. Need lots of attention.”
Willow smirked as she tugged the nipple between her teeth and used one hand to massage the brunette’s right breast. She loved that Tara loved her playing with her breasts as much as she enjoyed doing it. She continued her ministrations for a few minutes before kissing across to take Tara’s other nipple in her mouth and let her thumb and forefinger to pinch the other saliva-coated one.
“That feels great, Will,” Tara softly moaned, lightly cupping the back of Willow’s hair with both hands, “Use your teeth a little.”
Willow started nibbling on the hard nub in her mouth and Tara arched her back at the touch.
“Oh yea. A lot, Willow, use your teeth a lot.”
Willow bit down and Tara’s hands flew to the redhead’s skirt, grabbing at the fabric so she could bunch it around her waist and slipped her hands inside her girlfriend’s panties, squeezing the flesh there firmly. She brought her spare hand up and held the breast of the nipple she had wrapped in her lips steady as she let her mouth engulf the entire breast.
Tara groaned and arched her back again, encouraging her lover to take as much of her breast as she could.
“Oh…Willow…Mmmhhh…”
Tara pulled her hands from Willow’s panties and grabbed onto the smaller girl’s head, bringing her up for a steamy kiss, thrusting her tongue inside the redhead’s mouth as Willow cupped her cheeks and brought them even closer together.
“Want you so much,” Tara said between kisses as she went about getting rid of her lover’s blouse, deftly popping all the buttons and shrugging it off her shoulders.
“Right here, gorgeous,” Willow replied as she felt her bra being removed and thrown somewhere behind them, “Take me.”
Tara quickly turned them so she was on top and yanked at the elastic waistband of the redhead’s skirt, pulling her panties down as well in the process.
“You know how beautiful you are?” she asked as she took in her lover’s nude form.
“I see it when I look in your eyes,” Willow replied, undoing the brunette’s belt and button of her jeans.
Tara shimmied out of jeans and kicked them off when she felt them around her ankles.
“Naked, please,” Willow begged, clutching at her girlfriend’s panties, “Want them off.”
“Take them off,” Tara replied and knelt back between Willow’s legs so the redhead could access her underwear.
“God, you’re so damn sexy,” Willow responded as she rubbed her hands up and down the brunette’s sides, eventually hooking her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and pulling them down.
Tara kicked her panties off and lay down fully atop the smaller girl, both groaning at the contact. Their lips met again in a fiery tangle of tongues as their hands roamed up and down each other’s bodies, touching everywhere, squeezing firm flesh as their kiss got more and more heated.
Tara pulled away as her hands landed between them, pinching the smaller girl’s nipples. To Willow’s dismay, the brunette rolled off of her, pulling her hands away in the process, effectively stopping all contact.
“Wha…?” she started, trying to comprehend what was happening in her lust filled mind, “I..I…no, Tara don’t you dare stop, don’t you dare, you said you were taking me and this is not taking me, this is leaving me in a frustrated babbling mess and-”
Tara cut her off by grabbing her cheek and turning her face to the side so they were looking at each other.
“Stop talking, turn over and I promise I’ll make you come so hard that we may just get a noise complaint from the room next door.”
Willow opened her mouth to speak but quickly shut it and turned over to lie on her stomach, her head still on its side so she could look at her girlfriend. She felt Tara pat on her thighs slightly and spread her legs as wide as could as the brunette leaned over to whisper in her ear.
“Now I’m going to take you.”
She emphasised her words by pushing two fingers slowly inside the redhead, eliciting a loud, drawn-out moan from her lover.
“That good, Willow?” Tara asked sensually as she pulled out and entered her again, still going slow. She was lying on her side beside the redhead, propped up on one elbow.
“Incredible,” Willow replied dreamily, “Nice and deep.”
Tara stretched her fingers out inside to an attempt to get even deeper.
“Tara, that’s fucking amazing,” Willow groaned, letting her eyes flutter closed, “Can you go a little faster?”
“You got it,” Tara replied, quickening her thrusts.
Willow started moving her hips in time with her girlfriend’s thrusts, sighing at the intense pleasure. Tara watched her lover, loving her facial changes, the way her eyebrows shot up when the brunette went in particularly deep, how her nostrils flared for that split second before she was re-entered and most of all, that dreamy smile that seemed to be permanently fixed on her.
“You like it deep, don’t you, Will?” Tara asked in the same sensual tone, loving hearing exactly how her girlfriend felt as they made love.
“Like it deep. Deep and fast.”
“Deep and fast?”
“Mmhh, yea. And hard. I want it hard, Tara.”
“Oh I can do hard,” Tara replied and readjusted herself so she was lying atop of the redhead, both of them groaning as her breasts pressed up against the smaller girl’s back. She held onto her girlfriend’s shoulder with one hand as the other one began pumping harder inside, “Like that? That hard enough?”
“Oh god…oh god…do it harder, fuck me harder…oh yes…just like that…oh god, Tara, what’re you doing to me?”
“Loving you, honey. I’m loving you.”
“I’m gonna come, baby. With you inside me.”
“I know, Willow. I can feel where you are.”
Willow grunted as she neared her peak and reached a hand up to grab the pillow as she felt Tara start to kiss around her neck and the top of her back.
“Love you, Tara,” she rasped out as she felt herself teetering on the edge, knowing that the words her girlfriend would respond with would be enough to send her over.
“Love you too, Willow. Always will.”
“Oh fuck. Oh yes. Oh yes. OH YES. TARRRAAAAA!”
Tara continued her trail of kisses as she felt her lover convulse beneath her before slowly extracting her fingers and moving that hand underneath the redhead, rubbing her clit.
“Holy mother of fucking…GOD YES! Ohhh TARA!”
Willow shut her eyes tight as the second orgasm started washing over her, barely seconds after the first one had hit her full force, letting each ray of pleasure consume her completely. As that one began to subside she was stunned to feel Tara still rubbing furiously on her clit and could hear words being whispered into her ear.
“Come again, Will, please. Please, I love watching you come.”
“Y-yes,” Willow managed to respond, “H-hold my hand.”
She reached her hand up on the side of Tara’s free hand and felt the brunette entwine them, placing them flat on the bed.
“You’re so beautiful, Willow. I love you, I love you.”
“Uhhh, I…’ov…you,” Willow rasped out as she exploded for the third time, only the weight of her girlfriend on top of her stopping her from arching completely off the bed.
Tara took her hand out from under the redhead and rolled off of her, careful to keep their hands entwined as she gathered the shaking girl in her arms, placing light kisses on her forehead.
After a few minutes, Willow became aware of the world around her again as she felt a soft stroking on her cheek and looked up into loving blue eyes.
“You okay, gorgeous?” Tara asked in a hushed tone.
“Yea. Wow, babe. I don’t think I’ve ever come so much.”
Tara leaned down for a soft kiss and pulled back with a questioning look on her face.
“I didn’t push too far?”
“No way. That was wonderfully intense. Hehe, I don’t even think I can move. I’m glad you didn’t decide to do that tomorrow morning, I wouldn’t have made it to the campus!”
“Well I did my job of relaxing you,” Tara smirked, “No more unnecessary freak-outs?”
“I can’t promise…but I’ll try.”
“That’s,” Tara paused as she went in for another kiss, “My girl. So, d’ya wanna eat?”
“Oh you bet I do,” Willow replied, looking down and fixing her gaze on the brunette’s centre as she licked her lips.
“I meant food,” Tara replied, blushing from the ardent gaze she was currently receiving, “Um, I thought you couldn’t move?”
“I can’t move my legs,” Willow said, letting her eyes move upward to lock eyes with the brunette, “But my mouth is very moveable. My tongue in particular is in the mood for a work out.”
Willow winked at her and Tara gulped as she realised the redhead’s intention.
“So you want me to, um…” she nodded upwards to indicate what she meant.
“If you wanna do it, you should be able to say it,” Willow said teasingly, repeating what Tara had said to her once before.
“You’re the one who wants me to… not that I don’t, I do, I really do, if we’re thinking the same thing, which I think we are, then I’ve been fantasising about that for a while and wow, contagious babbling or-”
“Tara, shut up and sit on my face.”
Tara’s eyes lit up and she almost started giggling with excitement.
“Really?”
“Yes, really. Get up here!”
Tara eagerly manoeuvred herself out of their embrace and placed her thighs either side of her girlfriend’s face.
“Like this?”
“Exactly like that,” Willow replied, raising her head so she could inhale her lover’s scent.
“What, um, if you can’t breath or something?”
“I’ll deal with it,” Willow responded absently as she cupped Tara’s ass cheeks and brought her down to meet her mouth.
“Ohh Willow,” Tara moaned as she felt the redhead’s tongue glide into her wetness.
She reached her hands out to hold onto the headboard, thankful their hotel room had one, and hung her head, moaning again when her she saw Willow looking back up at her as her tongue continued to work her, twirling around her clit.
“Love your tongue, Will,” she panted out as their eyes stayed locked, “Love when you eat me out.”
She saw Willow’s eyes glaze over at her words and felt her clit start to be sucked with such intensity that the brunette was surprised her girlfriend wasn’t getting lockjaw.
“Uhhh…I…Mmhh…You know what I want.”
Willow used their locked gazes to quirk an eyebrow, silently telling Tara that she wanted her to say it regardless, as she moved her tongue down to plunge inside. Tara let out a sharp gasp followed by a throaty moan.
“Oh, spank me, Willow. Been a bad girl. Make my cheeks – oh!”
Tara gasped again as Willow’s hand came down against the flesh of her ass. If someone had told her before their little schoolgirl experiment that she would enjoy being spanked, she would have laughed right in their face, but as it turned out, it totally turned her on. She didn’t know if it was because it made her feel naughty, in the best possible way, or whether it was because she was giving more trust to her girlfriend, or just because the small pain associated gave her even more intense pleasure, but for whatever reason it was, she was oh so glad that Willow fulfilled all her desires and that she herself enjoyed fulfilling any of hers. Their sexual compatibility was as wonderful as their emotional compatibility and Tara loved that every time they made love, the two combined with such force. Whether it was needy and raw or slow and sensual or just because they were both in the mood for sex, there was always love there, and that love made it all a hundred times more powerful.
“Do it again,” she whispered coarsely, their eyes still locked.
Willow brought her hand down three times in quick succession as she brought her lips back up to her girlfriend’s throbbing clit, sucking on it again. She sensed an immediate change in the brunette’s taste and winked up at her, knowing she was about to come. Tara saw her lover wink at her and whimpered at the final spank, knowing she was close as well.
“I’m coming, Willow,” she said through gritted teeth, “Gonna come in your mouth.”
Willow redoubled her efforts as her girlfriend’s words rang through her ears, spurring her on.
“Mmhh, you want me to come, don’t you? You thirsty, honey, is that it?”
Willow’s eyes lit up and she moaned her agreement, the vibrations sending shockwaves right through Tara’s clit.
“Well you can drink all you want, Will, it’s all for you. Oh yesss… all for you. Oh I’m coming. Ugh. Willow…Willlllowww…WILLOW!”
Tara’s back arched as she came, pushing herself even more into Willow’s face as she gripped the headboard so hard her knuckles went white. The redhead lapped greedily at the overflow of juices coming from the brunette. After a few minutes she reluctantly realised that her girlfriend had no more juices left to give and with one final farewell lick to her clit, she encouraged Tara down her body off to the side so she could hug her. When there was no movement from the other girl after a few moments, she leaned forward and kissed her softly.
Tara responded to the kiss straight away, moving her lips against the redhead’s as she tasted herself on her lover. She pulled back a minute later with a lazy smile on her face and leaned in for another chaste kiss before speaking.
“Well now we have a small problem.”
“What?”
“If neither of us can move, how the hell are we gonna order room service?”
Maybe I should try that sometime.
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yay with the 17 number you did 
