Hello Kittens! Here is the update as promised. Since Chapter 10 is rather short, I've posted Chapter 11 as well. Gentle warning; these chapters are a bit steamy and wet.
Chapter 10
Willow and Tara’s nap was cut short when they heard the front door close rather loudly. Their eyes opened and they heard Buffy and Dawn’s voices, fading, probably as they walked into the living room. They were about to close their eyes when the front door closed again and Xander called out.
The covers shifted when Willow moved in closer against Tara’s back and she could smell the musky aroma of sex that wafted out from beneath the sheets. She mumbled something unintelligible and buried her face in Tara’s hair. Tara felt Willow’s soft pubic hairs brush up against her backside and the smaller breasts pushing into her shoulders. Tara smiled, pulled Willow’s arm tighter around her waist, savoring the comforting and intimate warmth of their naked bodies.
“Hmm. This feels so nice.” Willow turned her head and murmured into her ear.
“Yes. It does.” Tara agreed.
“What time is it?” Willow asked.
Tara lifted her head to gaze at the small clock on the nightstand. “It’s two o’clock.”
“Oh.” Willow mumbled.
“We should get up.” Tara rubbed a hand along Willow’s arm.
“No. Don’t wanna.” Willow grumbled and tightened her hold on Tara. “Don’t want anything to do with anything that involves getting up.” She felt Tara’s laugh rumble through her chest.
Both women closed their eyes, savoring the closeness, the intimacy, and the warmth of their bodies. A slow smile inched across Tara’s face when Willow began trailing kisses across her shoulders.
“How about a shower… with me?” Tara said softly.
“Okay.” Willow answered readily.
Reluctantly Tara pulled back the covers and Willow moaned in protest as the cooler air hit her warm naked body. She slid out of bed, padded to her closet and retrieved her terry robe. She opened the bedroom door and glanced over at Willow in the bed and smiled. Her red hair was tousled and her arm lay over the vacant spot on Tara’s side of the bed. The covers barely covered her breasts and Tara watched her chest rise and fall with each breath she took. Willow looked so peaceful and incredibly sexy. Her heart did that little dance Willow had described earlier. Tara had always known Willow was special. When she first knew this, she didn’t realize she would feel the way she did about Willow, whole and complete.
Her eyes drifted to the floor and she spotted the fallen comic book and the can of whipped cream. She walked over to the foot of the bed and picked up the comic. Willow rolled over on her stomach, leaned on her forearms, the covers settling low on her back. Tara finished tying the belt on her robe before sitting down next to her. She turned the comic over to read the back cover and was about to comment when they heard footsteps and then Dawn’s head poked in.
“Oh! I… Uh… The door…” She stammered noticing Willow’s obviously nude body under the covers.
“It’s okay, Dawnie.” Tara said and hastily shoved the comic behind her to hide it from Dawn’s eyes, but Dawn noticed the movement anyway. More discreetly, with her foot, Tara pushed the can of whipped cream under the bed.
“Yeah. I’m up now.” Willow said and grinned up at Tara.
“So, how was shopping?” Tara asked, resisting the urge to plant a hand on Willow’s smirking face and shove her back under the covers.
“Oh, it was great. Come to my room and I’ll show you.” Dawn said before turning and walking off towards her room.
“I’ll meet you in the shower in a few.” Tara whispered into Willow’s ear before getting up and following Dawn out the door. Willow’s face hit the mattress in frustration.
Chapter 11
Willow stood in the shower, welcoming the warm water that cascaded down over her and breathing in the moist steam that was billowing up in small white puffs. She lathered the soap over her skin and moved closer to the shower nozzle, rinsing herself free of the bubbles. She smiled when familiar hands slid around her waist from behind followed by the sensation of a cooler body pressing up against her back. Tara’s pubic hair brushed against the tender flesh of her rear and her lover’s firm, full breasts grazed her shoulder blades.
A tremor ran down Willow’s legs and sparked between her toes. The feel of Tara’s warm and soft body against her own was… well it was extremely pleasurable. When she leaned her head back against Tara’s chest, she could hear the thumping of her heart.
Willow held her breath when Tara’s hand moved across her hip, down over her stomach and between her legs. A small moan escaped from her lips when the blonde’s mouth kissed and glided along the back of her neck. Her hands reached back, grabbed Tara’s rear, and pulled her in tight as her lover’s fingers began their slow stroking. She cried out when Tara bit down into the tender flesh on her neck and entered her at the same time. Willow was panting and moaning with pleasure as Tara sucked and swirled her tongue on the skin while her fingers moved slowly in and out of Willow, bringing her to a simmering boil.
Dawn came into the kitchen giggling.
“What’s so funny?” Buffy asked, flipping over a grilled cheese sandwich.
“They’ve been in their room the entire time we’ve been gone. And I don’t think they were doing school work.” Dawn said. “I kind of walked in on them and they were trying to hide some magazine.”
“Was it a Playboy?” Xander quipped without even thinking. “There was this really dollsome redhead in their August 2001 issue… a very illuminating interview and a good read.” He grinned and Buffy shook her head.
“It’s probably something to do with magic.” Buffy said watching dawn pick up a plastic cap from the counter.
“Buffy, what does this belong to?” Dawn held the cap up with her fingers.
Willow could feel the slow burn of her desire as Tara’s fingers caressed and thrust inside. Her legs where turning rubbery and she panted with each slow thrust. With an effort, Willow wrapped her fingers around Tara’s wrist and pulled her hand away. She gasped when the digits slipped out of her and after a few gulps of air she turned in the circle of Tara’s arms. Willow lifted her head, opened her eyes and found a pair of large blue eyes gazing lustfully at her.
Tara’s heart leapt a little when her eyes met Willow’s. They were so warm and they invited her in. She felt herself falling into those emerald depths and she didn’t care, she knew their souls were connected in a very powerful way. Willow’s love would catch her, hold her, and keep her safe.
They were silent for a moment, just staring at each other. Willow took Tara’s hands in hers and turned them around so Tara could wash. As Tara lathered the soap, Willow stood back and watched as those gentle hands moved across slick skin and through thick strands of blonde hair. The water sluiced over Tara, chasing the soap down over her shoulders, around the large breasts, over her stomach and into the blond hair at the apex of her legs where it dripped from a lone curl that hung down at the very center. Tara turned and the last remnants of soap traveled like a river down over her back into the crack between the cheeks of her rear and then finally down over the backs of her legs.
When Tara turned, Willow’s eyes roamed upwards and met a pair of raised eyebrows glistening with water.
“Like what you see?” Tara asked in a smoky voice.
“Oh, very much.” Willow answered and exhaled. She stepped up to Tara, her fingers threading gently through the wet blond hair, and pulled her face in for a kiss. Their lips brushed across one another hungrily and Tara parted her lips when Willow’s tongue pressed against them. Her tongue dove inside, sliding across Tara’s tongue and then twirled around it in a soft caress and Tara moaned softly into her mouth.
Tara’s hands slid down Willow’s back and dug into her rear, crushing them together as Willow’s tongue danced and stroked inside her mouth. They paid no mind to the water that ran down over and between them. Tara pushed her hips against Willow’s, rubbing them together. She could feel Willow’s breasts rising and falling against her own, slick with water. Her tongue swirled over Willow’s before she moved her mouth to Willow’s jaw. She kissed and licked at the wet skin, drinking the water with her tongue. Then she glided down to Willow’s neck and nibbled at the sensitive flesh there.
It was Willow’s turn to moan as Tara’s lips and tongue moved across her flesh. Her lover’s mouth and tongue weren’t the only things she found exciting. Tara’s hands roamed over her skin, across her shoulders, down her arms, over her chest, and breasts, stopping to tease the nipples before gliding down over her sides and resting on her hips. Willow wrapped her arms around Tara’s neck and their kissing deepened, their passion evident as their lips crushed against one another.
Tara slid a hand between them and went down into Willow’s wet folds while her other arm went around her love’s back, holding her upright and tight against her body. Willow whimpered into her mouth when her fingers brushed against the hardened clit. With long strokes she caressed the swollen flesh, teasing Willow by stopping at the entrance and then continuing with the long slow stroking.
“Tara, please.” Willow pleaded when Tara stopped again. Tara smiled and teased her again, pulling her fingers up and into the moist folds, rubbing her thumb against the hard nub. Willow growled in frustration and her fingers dug into the tender flesh of Tara’s rear.
“What is it that you want, Willow?” Tara whispered huskily, caressing every syllable.
“I want…” Willow panted as Tara stroked up. “Your…” She gasped when Tara’s fingers stroked down. “Fingers inside…” Another pant as her fingers grazed upwards again. “Now!” Willow hissed. She grabbed Tara’s hand as it glided downward and pushed the fingers inside, groaning as they slid in and filled her.
Willow brought her arm back up around Tara’s neck and hung on as Tara’s fingers thrust inside her. Their lips crushed together passionately, tongues diving and questing, breathing into each other’s mouths.
“Faster!” Willow panted. “Yes!” Her body bucked against Tara’s. “Don’t…” she sucked on Tara’s tongue. “Stop…” Willow’s voice was thick and she moaned deep in her throat, her head lolled back, eyes closing, and mouth parting slightly as the orgasm rippled over her.
Tara slowed her fingers, pulling the orgasm from Willow, making the red head shudder with pleasure. Tara was breathing hard, sweat beaded on her forehead and trickled down her face. They were both panting, their bodies overheating, mingling with the clouds of steam from the jetting water. Tara reached behind her and turned off the shower. Willow finally lifted her head, opened her eyes and gazed at Tara’s heavily lidded ones.
To be continued...
"After one take, Joss did say, 'Can we have one that's less like you're going to sleep together in about five minutes?'" - Alyson Hannigan
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