Hey all; update here. I’d just like to say that I could never have done this without Piper – she’s given me endless help and support and… okay, chocolate. So, this chapter is dedicated to you, sweetie – though you wrote half of it yourself.
CHAPTER 9 – SeductionsWillow felt her bare flesh tingle as the hands gently massaged her toes, somehow making them feel cool against the hot steam of the sauna. The baby lotion aroma was delightful, wafting up their noses, sweetly arousing. Tara’s hands, without knowing it, moved slowly up her girlfriend’s legs until she was caressing the insides of Willow’s thighs, moving dangerously close to the latter’s center. The redhead shivered in anticipation despite the incredible heat as she felt Tara’s fingers tickle her insides, then jerk away as Willow let out a giggle.
“Oh! Sorry, that tickled. But it was nice. Don’t stop! I mean, you can if you want. Its okay that was wonderful, thank you, baby. I have a surprise for you. I mean, if you’ve finished.” Willow’s face turned red – plump, ripe tomato red, a long lasting effect from the unbearable heat, the sly moves made by Tara and, of course, the large hole she was digging herself into. With a smirk, the blonde sat back on her heels, admiring silently the way Willow could get her babbling into so much trouble.
“You have a surprise for me?” She commented casually, seeing Willow’s hand sneak down not very inconspicuously and pull something out from under the towels. “I mean, another one?” Tara eyes flickered down to the encrusted jewel on her finger for a second, then raised them back up to see Willow grinning mischievously, a small something rested on the tips of her fingers. “What’s that?” Tara began to laugh as she realised that ‘something’ was sticky and brown. “Eww!”
Willow looked horrified as if she could read her fiancée’s thoughts. “No! Ew! How could you think that! Tara! Its chocolate bonbons, remember? Your favorite type of chocolate?” She waved it teasingly in front of Tara’s face. “You want some?”
Tara stuck out a glistening, pointed tongue in hint. “Yeth.” She said, almost succeeding in biting her tongue off. Then, seeing that Willow wasn’t in any hurry to give her the delicious sweet, she leant forwards, and closed her mouth around the chocolate bonbon – and her love’s fingers. “Yum, Willow-chocolate.” The blonde giggled as Willow pulled her hand away and pretended to make her ‘yuck face’. “Now you’ve got chocolate on your tummy.” Tara said. “You dripped it.”
“Oh, darn.” Willow reached over for the towel. Tara grasped the Willows hand slyly.
“Don’t need a towel.” Sticking her tongue out, Tara removed the tiny droplet of chocolate. Unable to contain herself at the feel of the Willow-flesh against her lips, Tara gently kissed Willow’s flat stomach, making her way upwards, sending thousands of tiny kisses Wicca-way. Their mouths connected, and, like fireworks exploding in her heart, Willow responded, somehow feeling like she had never been kissed by this beauty before. Becoming engaged was like their love had been renewed… with a happy sigh, Willow wrapped her arms around the fair-head’s neck and pulled her down full-length onto the bench.
There they lay, soft flesh evolving together like black into white, Willow’s fingers tracing the outline of Tara’s succulent lips, the urge to feel this woman uncontrollable, searing through her body, drowning her from the insides. Tara could sense Willow’s hunger and moulded into the redhead, her long, wet tendrils of gold brushing across Willow’s face, tickling her, she pushed them out of the way and pressed their lips together, the drowning sensation draining out of her body – all she felt was this woman of warmth.
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The fire flickered in the grate, gently illuminating the pair sprawled out on the soft rug. In the background, Willow had insisted on playing cheesy Christmas music, just to make her even happier than she was. This was the first year the redhead had celebrated it, and she was anxious about doubting her religion, but now with Tara in her life, it seemed all too perfect. The snow falling heavily outside, gathering on the window sill and the fairy lights the owners of the ski lodge had set up around the roof of each rented lodge made everything like a dream. With a delighted sigh, Willow snuggled further into her lover’s bare chest, the flesh warm against her cheek. There they lay all night, not speaking a word but occasionally getting involved in their gentle, softly passionate kisses, Tara’s arm wrapped firmly around Willow’s shoulders, her hand fingering the soft red hair in thought.
Tara: No, I-I understand. You have to be with the person you l-love.
Willow: I am.