Spoiler Warning...General for Season 4...no specific eps this chapter, just references to what I have done in the past.
Title- Angels and Goddesses.
Rating- O....for "Oh my God they are finally doing it"...otherwise known as NC-17.
Copyright Disclaimer-zzzzzzJosszzzzzandzzzzzzMEzzzzzzwhat a borezzzzzwhat a wastezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Notes- This is my longest and hardest chapter to date if you can believe it. I had to keep taking little breaks....these two had me all...well...never mind, you'll see. Athame blushes (ladies seldom blush).
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Chapter 9....Angels and Goddesses.
Tara loved the sound of the rain. She sat quietly in her room listening to its rhythm as it beat against the glass. Safe and secure in the cocoon of this place she found the sound as comforting as she did when she was a child warm in her mother's arms.
Willow was reading next to her, there in the half light of twilight. Tara shifted her position on the floor to look at Willow, the sweet curve of her body curled lovingly over her book. Tara smiled, running her hand over the silk of the oriental rug, 'so good' she thought, 'so right.'
The rain continued its symphony as Tara looked out, her mind drifting in memory.
'Willow, my Willow' she thought.
Tara remembered Willow in the library with her funny little pens, staring at her. Then there was Willow in Leopold's class panicked at her new feelings. Followed by Willow in the cafeteria, boldly reaching out and forcing their meeting...then arguing the finer points of grilled cheese. Tara smiled, she loved Willow. She loved her from the first moment she saw her, she loved her before she knew her, she loved her into always.
What would her mother think? What would she think of Tara in love with another woman? Would she approve...would she understand the connection....the need. Tara relaxed feeling a warming comfort washing over her...she would...she knew that she would. Yes, she would understand, she would want Tara happy, she would want Tara with her soulmate, loved well in return.
Tara looked lovingly on her Willow who was now making occasional humming noises as she read. 'So beautiful' she thought, 'so Willow.'
Willow turned a page and looked up at the glass.
"Still raining?"
"Yes."
"I love the rain."
"So do I." Tara answered.
Willow dropped her head again and Tara sank back into her thoughts. She closed her eyes remembering the laundry room and their first connection, their first magic. She remembered the dolls eye crystal and the floating rose. She thought of the Neather Realms and their special journey to the astral plane. Tara's breath deepened, her blood warmed. That spell, their spell, that unwitting love spell that brought out their combined arousal, Willow's orgasm, her near orgasm. Tara's pulse quickened at the sweet memory, so honest and true in its perfection. She recalled her dream with Willow wet and wanting in the shower, that naughty, naughty dream....and that kiss....that amazing heart stopping kiss.
Tara opened her eyes and looked at Willow a feeling of longing sweeping over her in a warm burning wave. Their passion had slowed since the night of Oz, laying dormant under the surface, waiting to be freed again. Tara was ready. She looked on her love knowing it was time. She wanted Willow completely, she wanted to possess her in every way. It was time to claim her lover, it was time to make it real....all of it.
Tara turned to face Willow crossing her legs and reaching forward for Willow's book. Willow looked up startled, surprised that Tara was now pulling the text from her hands.
"Tara?"
"It's raining."
"Yes."
"It's dark now."
"I know."
"You shouldn't be reading."
"Well, what should I be doing then?" Willow asked looking hopefully at Tara. She turned her body to face the other woman.
"You should be with me." Tara answered reaching forward to run her hands up Willow's thighs, "It is time to be with me now." She stated directly, pulling the hands back then pushing them forward again feeling the tone of Willow's muscles under her jeans.
Willow's throat went dry. She watched Tara as Tara watched her own hands sliding back and forth pressing ever more firmly. Tara was clearly enjoying the sensation, she was smiling to herself pleasuring in the feel of Willow's body.
Static began to crackle in Willow's ears. She felt a line of fire begin to grow up her thighs into her body rushing straight to her groin. Tara's attentive friction was creating heat at a wildly exponential rate. Willow was weakening with want, the velocity of her longing reaching out to match Tara's, she was spinning into flight.
When Tara looked up her eyes were hooded. Willow could see the hungry Tara of her dreams. Tara's eyes were dark, her lips ruby red, she was aroused. Willow had seen her before...at the Neather Realms...at the kiss. This was the Tara deep in her passion, wanton in her need.
Willow reached down and caught Tara's hands trapping them on her thighs. She moved her legs so she could tuck them behind her kneeling to better reach Tara. Tara was looking at her more intently now, lips moist, eyes glistening. Willow took her hands away so she could reach out for her love. Carefully she cupped Tara's face, drawing her in. She ran her thumbs over Tara's brows, the outline of her cheeks, her lips. Slowly she bent down and kissed her tenderly, gentle as the rain.
Tara responded to the sweet kiss by cupping Willow's face with her hands, stroking her gently. As they broke, she let her lips linger a moment resting on the softness of Willow's mouth. Her hands left Willow's face and traveled down her neck and arms. She took hold of Willow's waist and pulled on Willow signaling her to move closer. Willow readjusted herself moving towards Tara's lap. Falling back on her haunches she placed her hands on the floor so she could stretch out her legs on either side of Tara. Tara's hands slid down to Willow's buttocks helping Willow lift herself up and into Tara's nesting legs. Willow's legs extended beyond Tara's hips. She locked them together behind, sitting upright so that they were now torso to torso. Tara's hands squeezed Willow gently to welcome her to their new place. They traveled back up to the base of her spine catching a bit of skin as they wound their way upward. Willow gasped and lurched forward into the hollow of Tara's neck. She found contentment there in the milky white flesh, kissing the sensitive skin and beginning to suck. Willow pulled Tara in even closer losing herself in the feeling of their bodies pressed tightly together.
Tara's head rolled back exposing a long expanse of throat to the hungry Willow. Willow feasted there, lips, teeth, tongue, running the length then finding some rest, running it again, savoring the taste.
Tara's hands were at the base of Willow's neck holding her to her. A wild drum was beginning to beat inside her body pushing her forward, compelling her to dive fearlessly into this erotic dance.
Her hands circled forward finding Willow's shoulders. She edged her way across her collar bone tickling down her breast plate. Willow's pace was quickening, intensifying with her need. She was sucking harder occasionally releasing little puffs of air to cool the hot spot on Tara's neck.
Tara's right hand found the valley of Willow's breasts. With one tentative but decisive movement she let it float across the gentle rise and take possession.
Willow groaned at the touch arching her back and pressing into Tara. Her nipple found Tara's palm and blossomed there as Tara slowly encircled her fingers around her prize.
"Oh Taraaaa" Willow shuddered, losing control of Tara's neck.
Tara leaned forward taking Willow in, kissing her deeply. Her mouth was open and wet. Willow answered, matching her need, her tongue moving with Tara's claiming their inner reaches.
Tara pulled her mouth away kissing across Willow's jaw. She squeezed Willow a little now and let the nipple roll in her palm sending Willow into a grasping frenzy, Tara hair, Tara back, Tara shoulders, anything she could hold. Tara ran her tongue up Willow's neck then blew on the pathway all the way back down. She found Willow's earlobe and began to suckle. Willow was rocking in Tara's lap now making noises into Tara's hair. Tara increased the pressure of her hand on Willow while edging the outline of Willow's ear with her lips effectively driving Willow wild.
Willow was whimpering, frantically grabbing at the back of Tara's shirt, feeling all inhibition winnowing away.
"You like that do you?" Tara breathed by Willow's inflamed ear. "Well, there is more where that came from, if...."
Tara was not allowed to finish her tease. Willow growled and released her legs pushing herself forward and toppling Tara backwards onto the floor.
She held the back of Tara's head as they fell protecting her from the inevitable thump. Tara chuckled with surprise then moaned with pleasure as she felt Willow stretch out on her length pressing down with her full weight. Tara could feel the whole of Willow's body now and was dissolving quickly into a pool of passion. She lost her hold on Willow's breast when Willow rolled to set a leg between Tara's thighs. Tara pushed down instinctively to greet her and as she did so encircled her arms around Willow, bringing her down, drawing her in.
Willow exhaled a throaty moan by Tara's ear as she felt Tara open and push onto her. She could no longer ignore the desire growing from the center of her being. The pounding need and wetness hastened by her contact with Tara's leg. It was a new science lesson in Willow specific gravity as she pushed herself onto Tara, as she pushed herself into Tara.
Willow lifted her head back to look at Tara's face. She looked in the blue eyes and saw the same look of wonder and amazement that she too was registering. She bent to kiss her love swimming in the profound connection between their bodies. She wanted to cover every inch of Tara, she wanted to hold them there in this moment forever.
Tara luxuriated in the feel of Willow upon her. She wanted more, she wanted it all. She began to kiss Willow more forcefully, her hands finding their way under Willow's shirt she pushed it up running her fingers along Willow's back. Willow trembled at the touch, pushing herself closer in, flattening her palms to the floor by Tara's head. Tara felt skin, she wanted skin, she wanted more skin. She ran her nails down Willow's spine relishing the feeling of Willow pushing harder against her, Willow pushing into her. Tara began to fumble with the clasp of Willow's bra, pulling on it to free her.
Willow laughed and shook her head pushing herself up. She sat there astride Tara's leg holding Tara's gaze. She smiled at her lover seductively marveling at the energy between them, electrifying the air. Willow pulled her shirt over her head and then undid the fastening of her bra. Shaking it loose she threw it to join the cast away shirt and sat proudly, nakedly grinning at her Tara.
Tara was frozen in awe looking up at Willow. She had never seen such beauty, it was beyond imagination. She stared, transfixed, paralyzed in the moment.
Still sitting Willow reached down to Tara's stomach. Running her hands up and under Tara's shirt Willow began to study the creamy skin she found there. Massaging gently with her fingers she learned Tara softness. Drawing little circles she enjoyed the feeling, tracking lazily around the skin, no direction, no plan.
Tara closed her eyes floating. Trembling, she felt Willow skimming her hands over her, touching her, knowing her. She moaned as Willow found and took her now limp hands and placed them on her own abdomen. Tara opened her eyes to see the muscles there tightening under her fingers. She reached up for Willow's breasts feeling Willow claim her at the same time.
"Ohhh Willow...." Tara moaned arching into Willow's hold.
Willow couldn't respond, she could hardly breathe. Leaning forward she thought the room might begin to spin. She tingled all over. Tara was finally in her hands....she was in Tara's. She thought she might pass out but instead melted into the ecstasy of this divine moment. Stunned by the power, she was driven onward wanting still more. She wanted Tara, all of her, to see, touch and taste. She was starving. Willow released Tara and moved forward making Tara whimper at the temporary loss of contact. Willow found Tara's mouth and kissed her with all she had, pouring out the light and truth, casting out a magical glow into the dusky light of Tara's room.
"Tara...I want..."
"Bed." Tara answered.
"Skin."
"Ummm...skin...bed...."
"I love you" Willow pressed against Tara's mouth.
"Mmmm you." Tara responded muffled against Willow's lips, dizzy with arousal.
Willow reluctantly pushed up and leaned back surveying her love disheveled beneath her. They needed to move now or not at all. The tide was rising, there was no turning back. Some unseen force pulled Willow up. She offered a hand to her love who grasped it to stand. Willow took her in encircling Tara in her arms pulling her into her half naked body.
Tara was weak with want, feeling the contact and wanting still more. A moth to a flame she was ready to hurl herself into the fire that was Willow. She would burn and bathe there all else forgotten.
Willow felt Tara searing into her, her hands hot on Willow's back, her lips scorching Willows's shoulder. Tara pressed forward with her hips wanting to join them again. Willow wrapped them firmly together and rolled them onto the bed, landing herself on top.
Tara's heart was pounding, she was strident, ardent in her passion. She was flooded with Willow, her heart and body full and expanding. Breathing deeply she pulled Willow tight against her and moved Willow under her so that she was now on top.
Willow was surprised by Tara's boldness and strength. Her excitement was mounting now beyond anything she had ever known. The love for this woman shot past the physical plane, she had no idea where they were going only that she had no choice. She gave herself to Tara now utterly and completely.
Tara was in control. She was kissing Willow deeply running her hands over her body, moaning into her mouth. Willow was trapped, held captive by this demanding Tara who wanted only to her possess her. Willow surrendered, weakened under the increasing power and persuasiveness of Tara's tongue. Tara was molten and moving upon her. Willow loved the weight, the feel of her breasts, her thigh pushing harder demanding more.
'Now." Tara thought gasping and breaking the kiss, she forced herself up. Willow followed clutching at her grabbing the bottom of her shirt. Before Tara had the chance Willow raised it and shucked it off. She reached franticly behind to unfasten Tara's bra, releasing it and pulling at the material.
Tara's breasts spilled from the bra as she disentangled herself. Willow was waiting and without pause took hold of Tara and buried herself, drowning in the softness of the sweet ripe globes. Tara pulled Willow to her feeling the shock of Willow's mouth upon her skin. Willow found a nipple and began to suck as Tara's body strained, tightening in its need. Tara closed her eyes and clutched at Willow's hair. She pressed herself into Willow's mouth vibrant and shaking under Willow's forceful ministrations.
Willow was lost, gorging herself on Tara. She was aching from the richness of her intimate connection with Tara's breast. Greedy and wanting still more. She began to work the button on Tara's pants. Loosening it, she drew down the zipper and pulled the flaps wide. She could hear Tara making inarticulate sounds above her. She sucked harder and slipping her hands inside Tara's clothing, she cupped her hands at her hips. Willow began to draw down the final barriers to her Tara, wanting to find her and make her hers.
Tara released Willow's head once she realized what Willow was doing. After a moments hesitation she relaxed knowing that soon she would feel Willow against her, all of her, all of them whole and together. Her hands joined Willow's to help in her disrobing. Falling back to free her legs she pulled her clothes off and sat facing Willow naked.
Willow looked at her mutely, her breath caught in her throat.
Tara reached out and began to unbutton Willow's jeans. Tugging down the zipper she began to pull on the denim. Willow really needed to help and did so finally her reverie broken. Free now Willow sat naked also. They sat there in the stillness silently taking the other in. Each appreciating in wonder the beauty of their love before them.
Tara was the first to move. Drawing her legs underneath her she rose to a kneeling position hovering over Willow. Moving between Willow's outstretched legs she pushed Willow back with her body, fitting herself into her. Willow yielded willingly feeling the fit, the valleys, the planes. She felt every inch of skin and purred drunk in her rapture.
Tara began to move, slowly at first and then with increasing intensity. She tenderly kissed Willow's eyelids, her nose, her forehead, her mouth. Tara brushed over her lips and kissed Willow gently, as though they were meeting for the first time. Lightly and delicately she teased her way across Willow's mouth before dropping to her jaw and then her neck. Tara's hand was sliding down Willow's side, outlining her, memorizing her. Willow shivered against Tara, her urgent need growing again, stronger then before. Tara drew her hand back up, caressing Willow's breast now, Tara found her neck.
"Willow, Willow, Willow." She murmured into the skin.
Willow's hands were in Tara's hair running the silk between her fingers. She pressed her growing wetness against Tara's leg and grinned as she felt Tara's soft wet down push back against hers.
Tara kissed her way down Willow's neck and over the ridge of her chest. She continued her slow descent leaving a warm trail under her lips. Tasting Willow, smelling her, she cooed her pleasure into Willow's sternum then down between her breasts.
Willow's pulse was racing, she was beginning to move more insistently against Tara enjoying the now unmistakably wet connection between their bodies.
Tara was gliding over her, coasting on the sheen of Willow's skin, tasting the salt, tasting the Willowness. She was tantalized, her focus struggling to hold against overwhelming sensation. Instinct was driving her forward. Somehow she knew what to do...how to please. Conscious thoughts flitted in and out but mostly there was nothing other then this experience.
She rolled Willow's nipple and breast under her tongue, sucking her in, breathing her out. Her hand washed over the firm landscape of Willow's stomach reaching towards Willow's center shyly touching the wiry hair. Willow moaned as Tara's hand grazed over her. She arched up pleading for the contact. Tara continued to travel past however, her mouth on Willow's stomach now, her hand caressing down Willow's thigh.
Willow could not stand much more. She began to tug at Tara's right arm pleading.
"I need you" she choked "I need to hold you."
Tara slid back up Willow's body and looked carefully at her face.
"You okay sweetie?" she whispered.
Willow nodded her eyes filling with tears, her body taut and trembling. "I want you in my arms."
"Anything love" Tara whispered kissing her and gathering her in. She shifted slightly onto her side so she could better hold Willow with her right arm while her left was free to roam.
Willow buried her face in Tara's neck and held on tightly. She felt Tara's hand run down her side moving in gentle circles across her belly finally reaching Willow's mons. Carefully, gently, slyly it crept between Willow's hair and Tara's thigh, cupping Willow, resting there.
Willow surged forward and pushed down hard. Her body began to shake as small moans rumbled in her throat.
Tara responded by pressing further into the hair with her fingers, Willow wetness greeting her. Her breath caught as she moved deeper into the folds sliding in the silky depth, stroking the length slowly up and down. Tara was feeling dizzy, intoxicated from her own excitement. Rocking against Willow's thigh she pushed into her hand to intensify the pressure.
"Oh Willow" she moaned into her lovers hair.
Willow felt the thunder of orgasm growing deep within her. She was one with Tara moving with her, joined through this most intimate of connections. Willow opened herself as Tara moved inward, enveloping her fingers, taking her in. They were part of one another now, rocking on waves, undulating in passion. Willow could hear Tara's breathing, feel Tara's heartbeat, know Tara's excitement. There was no beginning or end between them, they were locked in this voyage together, the love and surrender absolute.
Willow began to shake as Tara found her clitoris with her thumb. Buried in Tara's neck Willow expelled ragged breaths into her hair. Tara held her tightly feeling Willow's hold intensify, her body tense waiting for release.
The energy was growing threatening to burst from Willow in a ball of fire. All thought was gone just feeling now, rocking and moving, growing and warming, pushing out into the reaches of Willow's universe.
Willow tightened her body thrusting upward. Tara felt the orgasm rush through Willow into her. Willow rose and dropped, rose and dropped, and then rose and dropped again. Crying out her name Willow clung to Tara as she plummeted into joy.
Quiet took the room as the two women moved gently, languidly together. Willow continued to hold Tara inside her trapping her hand with her legs, savoring the feeling. As her pulse and breathing slowed she reluctantly released Tara feeling the emptiness of her leaving.
Tara moved Willow fully into her arms whispering her name.
"Willow, Willow, I love you Willow."
Willow still had no voice but raised a weak hand to stroke her lover's face in gratitude.
Tara turned so she could see Willow's eyes.
"You're my angel Willow, my beautiful angel...you saved me."
Willow sighed contentedly and smiled at her love.
"A goddess...you are a goddess...my goddess." She whispered.
Tara blushed and kissed Willow's nose pleased with the compliment.
The two lay together for some time listening to the rain. Tara held Willow stroking her hair as Willow ran her hand gently up and down Tara's back.
Tara thought that Willow might sleep, but she seemed to have other ideas. Running the wayward hand now down Tara's side and thigh she squeezed gently waiting for the reaction.
Tara surprised made a noise low in her throat and pushed involuntarily up into Willow's hand. Willow smiled pleased with the response, running her hand back up to tease Tara's ear.
"Willow?" Tara questioned.
"Hmmm?" Willow hummed shifting so she could better trace Tara's form.
Tara quivered at the touch, her body still vibrating with arousal.
Willow contemplated her lover, warming her with her gaze. She smiled on the rich plush country that was Tara, so gorgeous, so elegant, so beautiful. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined such splendor.
Willow's touches silenced Tara, the ache of want growing within her. She reached up and pulled Willow down kissing her hungrily, revealing all of her secrets.
Willow slid a leg over Tara's thigh and pressed her body into her, rekindling the still glowing embers. Deepening the kiss, Willow caressed Tara's right breast feeling the nipple rise and tighten.
Tara could feel the fire growing beneath her skin, her arousal looming. Wanting now she pushed herself against Willow's hand arching her back, sucking her into her mouth. She ran her nails across Willow's back and allowed a guttural moan to escape into Willow's mouth.
Willow intensified the kiss responding to Tara's pleading. She moved herself onto Tara rubbing her body across her length surrendering Tara's mouth to kiss and suck her breast. Willow could feel Tara's wetness pooling out and reaching for her. She kissed her way down Tara's body sweeping her hands across the fevered skin touching anywhere and everywhere.
Tara was enflamed, desire overtaking her, pounding at her heart, beating out her need. She felt wild, frenzied, urgent, almost frightened by the intensity. So deep and profound, it was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. She wanted to pull Willow down into her. She wanted to become part of her, completely. She was ardent and flowing in
Willow's hands, Willow held her, possessed her, devoured her. Tara was lost in her abandon paralyzed under the power of Willow's touch.
Willow felt almost crazed swept into the unrestrained force moving through Tara. Kissing down across Tara's belly she felt the soft hair of her by her cheek. She breathed into it and kissed around to the smooth skin of Tara's thigh. Savoring the complex smell and taste of her, Willow ran her tongue up Tara's leg teasing her, finding her. It was Tara's turn for a fit of grasping, Willow's hair, the sheets, the pillow, anything in her reach.
Willow took her now, knowing she couldn't wait. Pressing into her love with her mouth and tongue Willow began to explore Tara. She was feasting, stroking, pressing endlessly at the tender skin. She could hear Tara above her moaning out her pleasure unashamed of their connection, unrestrained in her passion. Willow was in heaven, swimming in the unique and subtle taste of Tara, mapping her with her tongue, seeking all her secrets.
Tara danced on the edge of consciousness, feeling Willow against her feeling Willow within her, they were becoming one.
Willow found Tara with her fingers and felt Tara tightening around her. Willow was divining now, seeking out Tara's climax, feeling the energy build within her, tightening her body, drawing it out.
Tara felt Willow moan against her clitoris. She rumbled from the vibration that reverberated through her, loosening her hold, creating an avalanche of feeling. Willow was moving in and out, pressing Tara to her. Tara was falling, tumbling, sinking down into the orgasm building deep within. Willow continued to stroke then suck, she pushed deeper searching, reaching out to Tara, guiding her to that place of ecstasy where she would succumb.
Tara grabbed the pillow and pulled it over her head. Bucking at Willow she uncoiled sending out what felt like blazing light and energy. Spilling forth and tumbling down she screamed into the pillow piercing the silence with her muffled cries. Once, twice, three times to four, she rolled and surfed on the waves of her orgasm cascading into Willows love, joining with her.
Tara stilled panting breathlessly into the pillow. Willow kissed her, her mons, her thigh, her belly. Withdrawing her hand she heard Tara protest weakly holding a hand out so Willow would come to her.
Willow sought Tara under the pillow. Pulling it back and looking down she grinned at her love who was still swimming in sensation, tired and satiated.
"You okay baby?" Willow asked brushing off a stray hair and kissing her lovers cheek.
Tara looked at her and began to giggle. "Mmmmm" she nodded her eyes wide with surprise.
"You want to rest now?" Willow asked taking the wild creature into her arms.
"No" came the answer with a naughty smile.
Willow drew back and looked at her sweetheart who was now placing little butterfly kisses across her collar bone and drawing invisible hearts on her hip.
Tara leaned back and looked in Willow's eyes.
"I love you Willow."
"Oh, I love you...so much."
"I had no idea" Tara whispered blushing.
"Nether did I" Willow responded with a grin.
The two sank back down in their love soon finding each other again. They loved unhurriedly, endlessly, over and over, stronger each time. When finally they rested they were replete. Safe and complete in each other, they slept in each others arms, found and fulfilled.
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Athame falls back onto the settee exhausted. Bring me some brandy kittens and some kisses if you like my story.
I hope you enjoyed it,
Yours, Athame.
Edited by: Blue Athame 1 at: 7/9/02 7:52:43 am
by BethanyB3 » Sun Jun 30, 2002 7:21 pm 
at: 6/30/02 8:10:37 pm
. I read two updates and loved 'em.....stupid work is calling now so I can't get to the latest one...grrrr.....but I'm sure I'll love it and it gives me something to look forward to this evening. 
athame my dear, you're a genius. just warming up eh? can't wait to see what's next....hee hee hee hee.... 
