Title– W/T Season 3 Y’all – part 30 –
Missed Author– JustSkipit - Debra
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Spoilers–Season 3 through Amends
Rating– Part 30 – NC-17 Disclaimer – Willow and Tara and any other character that appeared in the syndicated television show “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” is property of Joss and Mutant Enemy, I’m only borrowing them and am not making any money off them Thanks.
Thoughts in italics! Willow checked her watch when she woke up and found that she had slept until nearly 11:00 in the morning. Glancing around at the other passengers, she noted that they all seemed awake and looked as if they had been moving freely for some time. Turning the other direction, she saw Tara’s beautiful face and noted that the young woman was just starting to stir. As Willow brushed her fingers along Tara’s chin, her blue eyes snapped open, locking on Willow’s green ones and she smiled.
“Good morning sleeping beauty,” Willow whispered.
Holding her lover’s hand, Tara blinked a few times: “good morning to you b-b-baby. I feel like I slept a week. Are we on the train going b-b-back home?”
Willow laughed as she stretched: “not so lucky sweetie. We’ll be in Sunnydale this evening. You slept about 14 hours though.”
“Wow,” Tara responded, “well, I feel way b-b-better. Pretty much rejuvenated. So we get in what about 8:00? Is Buffy c-c-coming to pick us up?”
As she started to stow the sleep gear and pull out some snacks, Willow shook her head. She explained, “actually I wanted to surprise the gang. Buffy thinks we get in tomorrow morning. I thought we could go and meet everyone at the Bronze.”
“The Bronze?”
“Oh, that’s a dance club; it’s a place we hang out. Well, the only place to hang out. Everyone’s always there so I thought we could go surprise them,” Willow explained.
Tara nodded, “that sounds fun. I’m gonna g-g-go and wash up ok?”
Willow waved toward the back of the train car saying, “sure baby. I’ll go after you and then we can get some lunch from the dining car ok?”
Tara went and made use of the facilities on the train. She was very glad for the restful night after her previous day. At least she had had the chance to replenish her energy and she could tell that her magic was pretty much completely recovered. As long as she didn’t have another emergency she would be up to her usual stuff in a few days. Also she knew now, that she could draw extra power from Willow if necessary. It was just another sign of the incredible connection between the two girls and made her smile as she thought about all their connections.
After finished her activities in the bathroom, very pleased that the train’s facilities included a shower, she looked herself in the mirror. Her nervousness betrayed her with her stutter as she addressed her reflection: “Y-y-you will be f-f-fine. Willow l-l-loves you. Her f-f-friends will like you f-f-fine. The m-m-meeting with d-d-daddy went w-w-well, right?”
Turning away, she was aware that her little pep-talk had done little to ease her fear and nervousness at the prospect of meeting all Willow’s friends. While Tara didn’t really want to second-guess Willow, she wondered about the wisdom of showing up in Sunnydale to surprise everyone with a new girlfriend. Like, “hi everyone. Gay now!” What if her friends didn’t react well? It wasn’t like they had any hints as far as Tara knew. What if Buffy or Xander or both rejected Willow? She knew that the redhead would be completely heartbroken and she really felt for her. On the other hand, Willow obviously wasn’t worried about it so maybe she shouldn’t either.
After Willow got ready, both girls went to the dining car for some lunch and then returned to their seats to study for a while. They still had some time before reaching Sunnydale. After a little time studying, Tara noted Willow looking at her with a strange look on her face. It was mixture of sad, pensive, planning-Willow.
Taking the redhead’s hand Tara asked, “what’s up sweetie?”
As she set her computer on the table in front of the two girls, Willow leaned in close to snuggle under the blanket spread across their laps and legs. She whispered quietly, “I was just thinking.”
As she started her healing power flowing toward the smaller girl Tara inquired, “about what Will?”
Willow raised her hand to her nose, taking a deep breath. In her most vixeny voice she whispered, “I miss the smell of you on my skin. On my fingers.”
Somewhat shocked Tara stuttered, “w-w-what?” But she didn’t stop the redhead’s hand moving under the blanket and to the buttons on her jeans.
Willow began telling Tara about the cause for her missing her so much: “Well yeah baby. I miss your scent on my fingers. On my mouth. Do you have any idea how much I love to feel your wetness? To taste you and drink your juices? I love to run my tongue along your lips, thrust inside you, flick against your hard clit or suck it gently as I hear you moaning, your hands wrapped in my hair.” As she spoke, Willow slid her fingers inside the blonde’s jeans, artfully achieving synchronicity as she brushed against Tara’s suddenly wet clit. “Ohhh, that’s what I’ve been missing baby,” Willow purred.
Tara was completely silent as she looked into Willow’s eyes questioning what the redhead was doing. Softly she leaned forward and kissed her lover as she felt those magic fingers brushing repeatedly over her clit. She was amazed at how wet and ready she felt after just a few moments of hearing Willow talking to her.
Willow leaned forward again whispering in Tara’s ear: “you feel so wonderful baby. Now I’ll have your scent on my hand all day and all night. I missed you Christmas night when I felt you so deep inside me. When I was wrapped around your fingers and you rode my leg so wonderfully.”
Other passengers occasionally passed their aisle, taking no note of the two young women apparently having a quiet and casual conversation. Not trusting her voice to work without garnering attention, Tara kept her eyes locked on Willow’s and her attention on the redhead’s silky voice. “It’s really too bad that I can’t reach inside you baby, to feel your body clench around my fingers as I move within your wetness.” Tara murmured her understanding as she clenched the armrest on the other side of her seat.
Suddenly withdrawing her hand Willow raised it to her mouth, quickly licking her fingers before returning it to Tara’s hard clit and rubbing intently: “mmm, you taste wonderful lover. I can’t wait to taste you tonight. I want to press my mouth into you, licking and sucking and kissing you, thrusting my fingers inside you as you clench around me.” Feeling her lover nearing this most unlikely climax, Willow kissed her softly as she whispered, “I love you.”
Aware of their location, Tara maintained her appearance of casual conversation, even as her body clenched and quivered against Willow’s fingers. Moving her hand from its position on the armrest, she casually bit down on her knuckle as her body was gripped by a powerful orgasm.
As the blonde’s climax retreated, Willow casually buttoned her jeans again before raising her hand to her mouth. She licked her fingers sensually before bringing them to her nose again and inhaling deeply. “Mmm, I’m going to the bathroom in the first compartment on the left,” she said, exiting the row before Tara could speak.
Tara looked around, confused about her lover’s sudden exit. Getting a smile on her face, she got up and followed. As soon as she entered the indicated location she felt Willow’s arms wrap themselves around her, her hands entwined in blonde hair, and their lips pressed together. Tara locked the door behind her and quickly pressed the smaller woman up against and then onto the sink surface. Immediately reaching under Willow’s skirt with one hand and moving the panties to the side to allow her fingers to trace through flowing wetness, she teased, “now I know why you wear skirts love.”
Willow could only moan in agreement as she felt Tara’s finger enter her quickly, the blonde’s thumb brushing over her clit. Thrusting toward her lover’s hand, Willow encouraged her: “more baby.” The blonde gave no answer save for adding another finger to the first; these she pressed against Willow’ ridged front wall as she continued the movement of her thumb. In moments she felt the redhead clench around her fingers as she literally screamed into Tara’s mouth.
After holding her lover for a few moments, Tara kissed her on the nose, “wow, t-t-travel by train? Who knew? I l-l-love you Willow.” With that, she exited the compartment, closing the door behind her. A few minutes later when Willow joined her in their seats, looking a bit flushed, she noted the blonde reading her biology book with her hand held to her face. She inhaled with a dreamy look in her eyes.
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Exiting the train station, Tara looked around tentatively. The girls had put their baggage in a locker and figured that they could come and pick it up in the morning when someone drove them over. “W-w-willow, should w-w-we be out here? I m-m-mean it’s kind of d-d-dark,” Tara worried.
Willow nodded at the blonde as they walked toward the Bronze: “I’ve got a stake and cross with me. We’ll stay to the main street and be at the bar in a few minutes ok? Hey, did you know that it snowed here a few days ago?”
“No, you’re k-k-kidding,” the blonde answered increasing their pace.
“Really. I read it in the paper while you were sleeping. Pretty unusual for Sunnydale,” Willow explained. “We’re really close to the Bronze.” The two girls continued toward the bar. “Geez, look at that slut-bomb,” Willow indicated, gesturing vaguely toward a dark-haired girl in leather pants and skimpy top.
“Uh, yeah,” Tara echoed, suspecting that she whatever reaction she was supposed to be having wasn’t the one that was shooting through her body. The Bronze was now in sight and Tara could see the woman moving lithely toward the entrance as if she could hear the music in her head. Quickly a large figure moved from the darkness of the alley, apparently calling to the young woman who joined him just past the entrance of the alley.
Tara felt Willow’s emotions even before her lover froze, squeezing her hand. Anger and bewilderment flooded the connection of skin on skin and she looked to Willow in shock. She had never seen the look on Willow’s face that she now saw. The redhead choked out one incensed word as she suddenly dashed forward: “Angelus!”
In the time it took Tara to realize what Willow had said, the redhead had covered the few steps to the couple in front of them. As the man moved to face the screaming girl, she thrust her cross in his face and her stake into his chest. The delay in Tara’s reaction to Willow’s sudden movement and attack meant that she was just starting to move forward as the stake missed the heart and semi-harmlessly penetrated the side of the vampire’s chest. Before she could take two steps, she watched helplessly as the brunette’s foot connected solidly with the side of Willow’s head. A sickening thud echoed through the alley and the redhead dropped like a stone just as Angel shouted, “No Faith, that’s Willow!”
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"War may be a necessary evil. But no matter how necessary it is always evil." - President Jimmy Carter after receiving the Nobel Peace Prize
about the horse and the daymare. I guess that’s exactly what it is although I was thinking a more generic daymare but definitely an intentional reference back to the (now-imfamous) part 22. Glad you liked the sweetness of the making love and the ring. The meditation will remain important to the story and you will see some references to it. Maybe some recurring visits????? 
, rrrrrr, mamamia. Again I lost my words, you do it every time. But I don't mind at all, I just love it. 
Very cool that Willow can amplify Tara's healing powers. Awwwww, so sweet that they're snuggled up together snoozin' on the train. Thanks for updating! 
I hope all goes well with getting your new floors!
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. I love Tara’s grama
. 
. Funny how Willow was all like “Woah”
then simply followed through with the kiss
. 
