Spoiler Warning for Season 4..."Who Are You?"
Title- Angels and Goddesses
Rating- R?...NC17?...oh I don't know...its in the hot zone...if you don't want to go there...don't read.(Athame fans herself).
Copyright Disclaimer- All characters belong to Joss and ME.
Notes- Sorry for taking so long...my family has been needing me and I have been working to keep my priorities straight. They always come first.
Re: The text- I suspect that this one will speak for itself.
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Chapter 5....Sex Magic.
The books were everywhere. Willow sat on the floor disheveled, exhausted, hungry and in serious need of a shower. She scooted her way back to lean against the side of her bed closing her eyes for a moment.
"Rest," she whispered "just a little rest."
Willow opened her eyes again reaching forward for another text. "I know I saw it," she muttered running a finger down the index" it must be here somewhere."
Nothing, it wasn't there. Willow put down the book and rubbed her eyes. She had been awake for hours, at least 24 at this point. She had engaged in heavy magics and had been the ever dutiful scoobie. What she needed now was to rest...but she could not quite give in.
"Maybe something to eat," she said to herself digging for that last little bit of energy, "that might help."
Willow pulled herself up and swayed over to the small dorm fridge remembering the half of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich waiting there. With that and a small milk she found her way back to her spot leaning her weary body once again and surveying her mess.
'So tired,' she thought gnawing on the crust, 'so tired and so good' she finished smiling at the thought remembering the past 24.
She looked out again at the books strewn over the floor. If she could just find the ritual she was searching for. If she could find it...she could rest. Willow needed to know, she needed to know what Tara was feeling. The ritual might answer what she had been too embarrassed to ask.
"Tara" she smiled hearing the spoken name aloud "Tara" she said again feeling her body warm. Willow closed her eyes savoring the sensation covering her like a blanket.
Tara had suggested a journey to the Nether Realm to help them ascertain what was wrong with Buffy. It was a complicated and intense ritual greater then anything they had ever attempted before. Willow agreed willingly, she knew she could do anything with Tara, she trusted her implicitly.
Willow and Tara had become close. Since their time in the laundry room they had become almost inseparable. Casting spells, reading, playing, touching...they were always touching. Love was growing between them creating an unwavering bond of constancy. Their gazing lingered longer as their hands became freer with every day of new found comfort. A shoulder bump, an arm stroke, a stray hair adjusted, and the hands...always the hands seeking each others grasp. They were forever holding hands, languishing when they could not make contact. Now on the precipice of this spell Willow did not think twice. Willow would jump willingly, she knew Tara would catch her.
Willow knew she would be engaging in a kind of astral projection and that Tara would anchor her to this plane. She was prepared to travel, to leave her body, she wasn't afraid. Nothing could have prepared her however for the effect that their ritual contact would have on her prior to the projection. She knew that when it had happened it had surprised them both.
Willow repositioned herself on the floor rolling her head back on the bed. Heat was growing within her as she felt the memory.
They had lit candles and incense. Tara's fairy lights were twinkling. They anointed with oil, first head, lips, then chest. They chanted as they cast, each perfectly synchronized with the other. The casting, the chant, their breathing, it all loosened and filled the room with their conjoined energy, powerful and free floating. Each began to perspire as their breathing matched one to the other. Willow felt Tara on her, around her, all over her. She was being caressed, she was being loved. Willow's eyes began to dilate, her head began to swim, she became lost in the sea of sensation. She was aroused and ready. Hands raised and they made their physical connection, palm to palm. Willow felt a bolt run through her striking straight to her center, straight to her need. Tara was inside her now, moving, growing, pulsating through Willow in an erotic wave. It was all Willow could do to keep from rocking out her need. Her whole body was singing, she wanted to move, to join in the undulating force. An orgasm was forming somewhere low in her belly growing ever forceful on the rising crest. Connected now each looked into the others eyes. Willow saw it, she saw it all, the love, the want, the need. "Tara" she cried as she began to fall backward. It was her last coherent thought.
The orgasm rolled through her in multiple waves. She arched her back and cried out again as the power rushed forward and outward over and over. Suddenly she was free, propelled up and outward, knocked clear of her body and of the physical plane. She was out, out and floating. She could see herself laid out on pillows with Tara...dear Tara....rocking and trying to hold her fast. Tara's breathing was itself erratic. She was almost crying struggling to hold her attention. She was biting a lip, her face flushed and hot. Her eyes were unfocused, she held Willow's hand tightly. Tara turned her body so she could reach out with her other hand and place it flat on Willow's sternum. She held Willow tight using all her strength to maintain contact and pin her to the floor.
Re-entry had been a bitch. When Willow hit she hit hard with a groan. She could not move at first, her body was unwilling. Her first sensation was of Tara holding her...grounding her. Tara never let Willow go. Willow could feel the solid hand on her chest. Her eyes fluttered open but as she did so she could barely focus. Tara was lighted from behind and she had that same ethereal glow that Willow remembered from the library.
"Beautiful" she whispered hoarsely.
Willow saw something else, a ring around Tara. Her aura perhaps...Willow had never seen an aura. It was beautiful...a mid dark purple...glowing and casting itself off of Tara's body. She looked regal, again a goddess.
As Willow's eyes adjusted she could see Tara's face. She was pale now setting off the profound red of her lips. Her eyes were unfocused and they had darkened in their blueness almost looking bruised. Tara was looking at Willow her breathing labored, heat was coming off her body in waves. Willow wanted her, she wanted to reach up and kiss her. Tara unconsciously wet her lips then closed her eyes realizing what she had done.
'Can't,' Willow heard 'not now.'
'Yes' Willow thought 'yes now.' She placed her hand on Tara's holding it tight to the skin of her chest. Tara was trying to pull it away.
'No....spell....not like this.' Willow heard. Tara closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"Tara?" Willow pleaded.
"We have to work Willow, we must complete our task." Tara raised the hand she was holding and kissed it gently letting her lips linger a moment. She looked in Willow's eyes and smiled her reassurance. The blue of her eyes was softening in color. Willow nodded her understanding.
The memory was staggering. Willow had begun to feel the erotic dance begin again rumbling through her body. Just the thought of Tara's love made her body vibrate like a tuning fork. She breathed the memory, "Tara."
Willow moved her tired body off the floor. With food in her belly she had just enough energy for a shower before bed. She knew Buffy wouldn't be back tonight so she did not bother with the books. Slowly she dragged herself down the hall to the showers.
The bathroom was empty. Willow stepped into the warm spray allowing the water to bounce off her skin. The heat from the water connected with the heat from her skin bringing out the smell of the ritual oils.
"Oh no" she gasped her knees weakening. Willow's body was beginning to hum again.
She placed a hand against the side of the stall to steady herself. The latent growl in her body was beginning to thrum a beat to her center. She was excited even without touch, she was excited by smell alone.
Willow was able to stand back up and wash her hair. As she began to lather the rest of her body however she was quickly met with a most unruly situation. Her eyes wanted to close, she was ready to drift as her hands began gliding on the soapy sheen all over her skin. Willow could no longer think, she could only find the wall of the shower and lean. She rinsed and rolled her body so that her head was supported and her shoulders were pressed and supporting her. She arched her back to allow the water to play off the sensitive skin of her shoulders, breasts and belly.
Willow's hand coasted across her breasts now free of soap. She was tingling, alive, her nipples jumping to meet her wet palm. She had been in a constant state of arousal since the ritual. Everything from a word, a look, the sound of Tara's voice made Willow wet. She didn't know what it was, she didn't know why it was but Tara had remained inside her pumping forth a power and love that left Willow weak and wanting.
Willow could not help it... with her body now clean she was fully engaged. She was on a mission to satisfy her constant longing. Both hands were traveling covering the plains of her breasts and her stomach pushing downward hoping to find release. She thought of Tara, her face, her mouth, how they almost kissed, how each wanted the other...she thought. Did Tara feel it too?
Willow's hands were grazing over her pubic hair. She wondered what Tara hand would feel like. Would it be like satin against her, would it be gentle, would it be firm? Willow found herself full and ready. Her hands and fingers beginning to stroke the intricate terrain as her head bobbed back and she pictured Tara. It felt so real as if Tara were with her.
With her blood warming almost to a boil, Willow began to feel rays of energy shooting from all corners of her being reaching to find her core. They gathered with the brightness and intensity of a supernova radiating out in spokes of light. Willow was gasping, taking in huge lungs full of air. She sank backwards against the wall using only her shoulders and thighs for support. The light was growing, rumbling, uncoiling, creating an explosion that hit Willow with such force that it pushed out all her air and flattened her to the tile. Something burst in her brain as the brightness engulfed her, scorching her with its heat, rocking her with its power.
Barely able to stand, Willow hugged the wall all the way back to her room. She put on her pajamas and towel dried her hair. Her mind was free of the usual constant clatter of thoughts. She was replete.
Climbing between the clean cotton sheets Willow took one final pass at the books. With three remaining she pulled at the middle one opening it to find what she was searching for...the ritual for sex magic.
Willow quickly turned to the passage. "Two lovers in a loving space... incense with candles...anointing one another...casting a circle...the lovers within...the two grounded and centered through synchronized breathing, movement and chanting...contact...hand and eye...they join."
Willow closed the book and let it drop to the floor. Then she cleared the others and let her head fall back to the waiting pillow. 'Tara felt it too' she thought 'she feels the same way.' They are lovers, they would not have inadvertently created that connection unless Tara had brought the energy with her to compliment Willow's.
"She is mine'" Willow whispered remembering Tara's words, "and I am hers." That was her final thought as Willow succumbed to sleep.
Tara stirred in her bed across campus, a smile forming on her sleep laden lips. "Vixen" she whispered inaudibly. She drifted back into her envelope of sleep now sinking down to the deep place where her mind and body was still with Willow, together now they rested.
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Hope that holds you for a bit. I am off on holiday with my girls. Leaving on Wed for Provincetown MA...Gay Mecca of the eastern US. Yum...cant wait to bask in that glory.
A note of interest...I wish I could remember the citation...I lost the piece of paper..."Sex Magic" is actually a real ritual that I found on a Wiccan web site in one of the spells sections. I was floored when I read it and realized how closely it matched what our girls did. Just a little trivia...it helped with the conceptual design of this chapters plot and was not just a play on words...at least not this time.
Wishing you all well,
Athame
Thank you for sharing that.
You would make me cry 
