Spoiler Warning- General for Season 4.
Title- Angels and Goddesses (and Pirates)
Rating-O (for oh my god they are doing that!)....NC-17.
Copyright Disclaimer- All characters belong to Joss and ME...what a waste...old Joss would never make Willow a pirate. Guess that leaves me.
Notes- Thank you for your patience kittens...just a continuation on their loving, growing passion.
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Chapter 10- Sex, Love and Magic....AKA...Pirates and Leather and Buttons, Oh My!
Giles was talking, a lot. Willow felt droned into another dimension. So many meetings, so much worry. Adam, Adam, Adam, she wanted to find Adam herself and kick his ass for interfering so intensely with her life.
There had been no time of late to be with Tara. When they werent meeting they were studying, when they werent studying there were exams. Willow was exasperated, frustrated, hungry for her girl. Unable to indulge in loving her sweet Tara she occupied herself with daydreams and fantasies that were becoming more vivid and potent as each day passed.
Willow moved her hand slightly under Tara's thigh. They were sitting together on the couch, the folds of Tara's skirt covering Willow's hand that had moved under her leg seeking contact. Willow moved her hand again and watched Tara smile out of the corner of her eye. Tara shifted her weight to press down answering the greeting. Willow was happy.
"So, what do you think Willow?" Giles was asking.
"Uh, huh?" Willow woke, hearing her name.
"What do you think we should do about Adam? He's beaten Buffy twice now and we don't have any idea about his source of power. No weapons seem to hurt him...what do you think?"
"I....uh..."
"I-I-I think magic." Tara intervened sensing Willows predicament. "I think we should use magic."
"Yes, that is what I was going for, but what?" Giles questioned stroking his chin.
"Spells," said Tara more forcefully, "perhaps a binding spell to contain him and a protection spell for Buffy."
"Yes," said Willow relieved her love had saved her, "magic."
"Whoa...wait a minute here," said Buffy rising from her chair, "you want to do spells? On me?"
"Well, they wont hurt you...they are meant to protect you...maybe we can even find one to make you stronger." Tara answered.
"Yeah" agreed Willow.
"I'm strong enough thanks....just need a good weapon is all. Spells." Buffy shook her head. "No offense Wil, but I don't want to end up some kind of horny toad or something. I have already been a rat...not interested in going back."
"Ewww!" Willow shuddered imaging Buffy as an amphibian like creature."And Hey....I never turned you into a rat...or anything else for that matter. Besides, I'm getting better."
"She is," Tara agreed nodding her head emphatically, "She is getting better, much better."
"I don't know" said Buffy skeptically eyeing the two witches. "Can't we just forge a big weapon or something?"
"Well that is an interesting thought Buffy but we have no ideas about what elements could hurt him. No, I think magic is our best idea so far." Giles stated taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes. "It is certainly worth researching, but we will also continue to seek out his weaknesses." He added quickly to reassure the pouting slayer.
"Oh, okay." said Buffy hurumphing back into her chair.
"Good....research!" Willow said excitedly clapping her hands together, sensing a way to finally be alone with Tara.
"Well, I have more then enough texts here to go through." Said Giles scanning the room. "I can make us some tea."
"Well, I was thinking that we might just take a few." Willow said sheepishly. "We have studying to do...and have a few texts of our own that we can look through."
"Oh" said Giles disappointedly. He liked spending time with the witches. "All right then...take what you like."
'Yes' thought Willow grinning widely. She caught Tara looking at her with amusement. 'Yes,' she thought, 'Tara knows.'
The meeting ended and Willow happily filled her arms with books. She made her way outside with Tara closely in tow.
"Willow?"
"Hmmm?"
"What were you doing back there?"
"Thinking of you."
"Oh, I see, and what were you thinking?" Tara queried with a smile in her voice.
"About how I would like a little time to visit and be close to you...it has been a while."
"We made a promise back there Wil...we promised to research."
"We will...do research I mean...maybe after we research each other?"
Tara stopped and turned looking Willow straight in the eye. "Are you trying to seduce me Willow Rosenberg?" Tara tipped her mouth along with her head.
Willow shifted the books and held out a hand to her lover.
"Yes....is it working?" Willow asked smiling broadly.
Tara squeezed the hand and flipped her hair as they began to walk again. She was humming to herself leading them towards her waiting room.
Willow held tight to Tara's hand her heart pounding. She wanted Tara badly her passion strung tight like the skin of a drum. She was going to take her....she was going to possess her, soon.
Tara was fiddling with the lock as Willow pressed against her breathing in her hair.
"Hurry," she whispered almost kissing the exposed ear, "hurry Tara."
"Patience Willow....door,lock, key...you know how these things work."
"I know how you work." Willow responded pressing still closer.
Tara was having trouble concentrating, making this simple task ten degrees harder. She could feel Willow's breast against her arm, her breath by her ear. With continued effort she was able to complete the job, swinging open the door and stumbling in with Willow still on her.
There was a thump as the books hit the floor. Willow's arms were swiftly around Tara. Willow was turning Tara and using her body to close the door.
Tara tried to speak but her words disappeared at the force of Willow's advance. Her bag fell away and she felt Willow press into her. Willow moved a leathered leg between hers and pushed her tighter into the wood pinning her like a captured butterfly. Willow's mouth was on hers, stealing her voice further. Hands seemed to be everywhere touching her arms, shoulders, neck, breasts. Chewing on her lower lip, exploring Tara's mouth with her tongue, Willow was drinking her in, a thirsty woman at an oasis in the desert. Tara's brain could not keep up, Willow was wild, frenetic, stirring them both into an erotic frenzy.
Willow used everything she had, her body, her weight, her skin, her touch, her mouth. There was so much she wanted to communicate, so much she wanted to tell. She could hear Tara's noises, her groans low in her throat as Willow ran her teeth down her neck, across the ridge of her shoulder then back to the throat to suck at the pulse. Willow's hand searched for new places, the inside of Tara's elbow, the outside of her breasts, her hipbones.
The two women were on fire, thrust into a sea of passion, burning hotter with each stroke of Willow's tongue. Tara held Willow tightly, her fingers tangled in the red tresses. She sucked at Willow and offered her tongue in return. They were fluid, grinding, impatiently, hotly against one another.
Willow's hands came to Tara's blouse and began to work the buttons. Soon frustrated at the barrier she grasped the collar on either side and pulled outward feeling the fabric rend in her hands, the buttons popping down to Tara's navel.
"Ahhh, now I have you." Willow growled burying her head in Tara's breasts.
"Willow!" Tara chided watching the buttons fly then scatter about the floor.
She was silenced by Willows mouth, soaring back up for reassurance.
"Don't worry love, I'll sew them back on." She murmured into her lovers mouth. She felt Tara smile and press forward again as Willow moved around inside the blouse stroking the skin, undoing the bra, skating back round to possess her glorious treasures.
"Ohhh Willow..." Tara was pulling on Willow's clothing to no avail. She grabbed at Willow's buttocks feeling the leather under her palms. "Oh Willow" she said again into Willow's mouth. She pulled Willow tighter into her hips as Willow moved her mouth again to Tara's neck sucking and biting there working Tara further into her excited frenzy.
Hands on breasts then down to her hips Willow drew up Tara's skirt as she licked her collar bone. The skin was sweet. Tara was trembling and Willow was driven on wanting more and more. Roving and ravaging, Willow fell to her knees and grabbed the backs of Tara's thighs pulling her into her. Tara buckled and doubled over in response tumbling them both onto the floor.
Willow rolled Tara quickly and straddled her hips. She pinned Tara's skirt to the floor with her leathered knees. She caught Tara's hands and held them together over her head, dipping down to examine the blue eyes, the vermilion lips, the beauty that was Tara.
"I've got you now my pretty." Willow whispered with a hungry smile. "You are all mine."
She kissed Tara fiercely, passionately, possessively, nipping at her lip on release.
"I am pirate Willow," Willow teased, "and you are my lady fair."
Tara's eyes were wide with amusement and dark with passion. Her pirate was now sucking on her breast. She wanted to move, to arch but could not. Willow had her to the floor. Tara grasped at Willow's head. Willow was traveling downward leaving a trail of burning kisses. Tara's inability to move was centering her excitement. Much more of this and she would come without even a touch from Willow.
Pirate Willow sensed the urgency. She was all urgency. Tara was flushed, panting. Willow could feel the heartbeat against her lips, the heat coming off the skin of Tara's belly. Willow knew she was sitting on a powder keg....all she needed to do was light the match.
Willow swung a leg off Tara and kneeled at her side. Raising her skirt she captured and quickly divested Tara of her undergarments. She laid back down across Tara this time facing away. Stretching her body across Tara's hips Willow pinned Tara again.
"Hey!" Tara protested unable to reach her love. "Oh..." she was silenced as Willow breathed into the fine hair.
Willow did not dally...she did not stray. Her contact was immediate and direct. Tara cried out as she felt Willow's tongue touch her clitoris. She attempted to move her hips but Willow only pressed down harder with her tongue and her body. Willow could feel the volcano beginning to rumble beneath her, platelets shifting, lava burning, eruption looming.
Tara was whimpering and grabbing the edges of the oriental rug. She pulled up on the coarse fabric and held on, fighting in the midst of the powerful growing force. Her brain was crackling as she could hardly bear the steady stroking, the delicate delivery of Willow in her possession, entering and leaving her.
Tara moaned deeply and then roared. She erupted, her body aflame. Molten and moving all energy was focused on her climax. She cried and shuddered exposed to the light, both powerful and blinding, she fell back to earth unconscious.
Willow rode out Tara's orgasm with all her strength. Holding on, holding fast, she did not surrender her hold on her love. Climbing back up Tara's body she noticed the stillness. She flew to her face placing a hand on her chest and realized she was still breathing.
"Oh my god, what did I do...Tar?"
Tara was out, off somewhere, fallen to earth like a beautiful angel. Willow searched her mind looking for the familiar memory. Something she had read in her research of all this.
"Petit morte" she whispered..."oh my god, the little death."
Tara stirred her eyes fluttering open.
"Willow?"
"Yes love?"
"Oh my goddess Willow?"
"That is Madam Pirate to you." Said Willow. "You okay?"
"Yes, I uh well, I'm not sure what happened..it was like I blew a fuse or something all the lights went out. How long was I like that?"
"About a minute...just long enough to scare me."
"I'm sorry honey, I...uh...wow."
"It's okay, it's kind of flattering."
"I don't think I can feel my arms or legs."
"It's okay, the feeling will come back."
"What was that?"
"I told you I wanted you."
"Well, that will teach me to let you go for so long."
"Oh well, I don't know..." Willow puzzled, "I hope I don't have to chose frequency versus intensity."
"No Willow, you don't...maybe we can have them both."
Tara was feeling her legs again. "Come here you pirate." Tara said kissing her love.
"Oh baby, you rest now."
"Rest, I had a rest...I am surprisingly refreshed." Tara smiled.
Willow drew back and looked at her lover. "Arrgh" she answered covering Tara's mouth and accepting the hungry kiss. "Arrgh" she said again feeling Tara pull at her clothes. 'Here we go again' she thought surrendering to Tara's now growing advances.
Tara managed to roll Willow in spite of the tangled clothing. A knee landed on a wayward button. "Ow" she said flicking it away and regaining her hold on her wicked pirate. Tara kissed Willow greedily, her hands moving under her shirt, palming her breasts, finding her skin.
"See...you are not the only one all untamed and covetous." Tara snarled into Willow's throat finding the hollow and eliciting a moan.
Willow was helpless under the power that was Tara. Weakened with want, burning with arousal, excited from their previous lovemaking, Willow surrendered completely to Tara's lavish attentions.
Quickly rolling over the hills and plains that were Willow. Tara was driven forward wanting to share the depth of her intense discovery. She moved on Willow drawing her downward into the caverns of their joining.
Hands on the buttons,Tara struggled with Willow's leather pants.
"Damn" Tara exclaimed disturbed by the break in momentum.
"What?" Willow raised her head, Tara never swore.
"Damn leather pants" Tara answered, "I love them on you but they are the devil to get off." Tara was at Willow's side now pulling on a leg. "Kind of a mood breaker you know...so romantic, me wrestling with your pants."
"They are hell to get on too," chuckled Willow moving to help Tara, "but hey, no mood breaker...no breaking...we're not broken...we're good...very good." Willow landed a kiss on Tara's shoulder.
Tara was finally able to free Willow of the offending clothing. She took off anything that would block her passage. She knelt at Willow's side surveying the terrain and contemplating her attack. Willow was touching her leg, reaching for her. Tara felt compelled to bend down and kiss Willow's thigh, stretching out her length along Willow's body. 'Trouble for sure' she thought not caring.
Willow sighed happily and began to kiss Tara's knee. She turned on her side for better access, wrapping her arms around Tara's legs. She squeezed Tara's calf, licked her thigh, and felt Tara mirroring her, moving with her. Hands, tongues, mouths, kisses, they were all so divine, the two of them there together.
Tara tried to focus but kept losing her bearings. The sensations were overwhelming. What she was taking in, what she was giving out. She knew where she wanted to go, tickling ever closer up Willow's thigh towards her willowness. She felt Willow tremble as she edged her way up, breathing her in. Willow did the same matching Tara move for move. She heard Tara groan as she neared, she rested her head on the velvet skin of Tara's open thigh.
"Yes" Tara whispered taking possession of Willow. She glided her tongue through the wetness, she bathed herself in the scent. Her hands traveled inward and she shook in response as Willow took her also. Together...they were together, moving, loving, soaring, growing, mingling. They were inside each other making magic. Slowly, carefully, more and more all movements were matched, stroke for stroke. Tara worried she might faint again. The power was growing.
Willow was drowning, reveling in all that was Tara. They were creating their own magic, their own power, it was sensual, it was potent. Each breathed deeply and prepared to come together. They were at the apex of their love and desire, the pinnacle for each. There were vibrations and shudders, a moan and a cry as each fell away one into the other. Nothing was held back in their joining. They were together now, completely.
Willow rolled back contentedly, closing her eyes as Tara scaled her body.
Tara kissed Willow's nose and smiled. "Ready for some research now baby."
Willow opened one eye and pulled Tara to her breast.
"Only the kind the involves how we make love and magic, only the kind that might explain how my love can grow stronger for you each day."
"Well, I think that can be arranged," Tara answered, "my pirate...."
"Arrgh"
And so it was to be.
****To be continued******
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The Lady returns with stories for her kittens. She is pleased at how well they have done taking care of themselves and each other in her absence. Freshening up and taking a quick repast she retires to the salon to have some port and wait anxiously to hear how the kittens liked her gift.
Hope it was worth the wait.
Athame.
Edited by: Blue Athame 1 at: 7/29/02 7:56:57 am
by Drakkenfyre » Wed Jul 24, 2002 4:52 pm 
I'm sure I'll be flying again in no time, although maybe next time I will avoid the trees. 
Hey tk!
at: 7/24/02 10:22:34 pm
Thank you. 
... yeah, conga line. We all know where your brain is, my friend. 
... but I might change my sig back, I'm not sure yet. 
at: 7/26/02 7:28:53 pm
**Smiles over at you** Hi... nice to meet you here, on the floor. It's a very hard floor though. **OW**
at: 7/27/02 4:28:27 pm