Christmas Carols
Renee85~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Note: I borrowed yet another scene from ‘Friends’, it’s the one from Vegas…so again, if anything seems familiar, that’s the reason. Episode 523: The One in Vegas
And you’re right snuggle79, Ross did do that to Rachael.
Thanks for all the replies everyone, it means a bunch.
Disclaimer: Character’s aren’t mine.
Summary: Buffy panics when the beard and mustache on her face doesn’t come off, Willow and Tara reconnect.
NC-17 ahead!~~
“Buffy… calm down.” Willow advised. Her hands were outstretched as if she were pushing Buffy back. The redhead shook her head a bit, she knew Buffy was going to freak out, and Dawn knew it too but she still did it anyway.
“Calm down?” Buffy clenched her fists into a tight ball and threw it up in the air, exasperated. “Calm down?!”
“Buffy, the vein in your neck is bulging.” Dawn noted, gulping loudly, staring at the blue vein at the base of Buffy’s neck that seemed to have a life of its own. She had never seen her sister like this before, she was definitely overacting. “Just…let me figure out something to do.” The teen suggested, still shielded by the two engaged witches.
“Like what?” Buffy’s breathing became heightened; she ran to the large mirror at the top of the dresser and stared at her alter ego. “I’m a he.” She said deadpanned, her slender fingers tracing the outlines of black marks that Dawn had drawn.
“Hey.” Xander tried to lighten up the mood, coming a bit closer to Buffy and the mirror. He put his hands onto Buffy’s shoulders from behind. “Being a guy can be great too and at least I have a guy to hang out with now.” He joked, squeezing the slayer’s shoulders.
“How is being a guy great?” Willow stuck out her tongue, shaking her head. “You’re all hairy and you won’t live as long.”
Buffy turned her head at her best friend and gave her a piercing stare.
Willow’s eyes widened and she hid behind Tara who just shook her head.
“What if it never comes off?” Buffy asked, frowning turning back to the mirror. “Oh god…what if it never comes off?!” her eyes widened like two Frisbees, her breathing hitched dramatically. “I’ll never find a boyfriend…I wont be able to go anywhere….I going to…I’m going to….kill…”
She was practically hyperventilating.
“Buffy, are you all right?” Tara asked, stepping closer to the slayer, concerned.
“She doesn’t seem all right.” Anya noted matter of factly. “She’s all green, Xander pass her that paper bag over there.” The ex-demon suggested, pointing at the bag near the dresser.
Xander rushed to the left side of the dresser and grabbed the paper bag, handing it to the hyperventilating slayer.
Buffy was breathing heavily, almost gasping. She put the paper bag over her mouth and inhaled and exhaled deeply, calming down considerably. Then, she almost choked on something in the bag, pulling the small piece of paper out of her mouth.
“Pffht.” Buffy grimaced, handing the paper to Xander.
Xander took the paper and unfolded it, his face lighting up in recognition. “Oh.” He smiled, nodding. “This is the receipt for the pack of condoms I bought for Anya and I.” he grinned at Buffy who just stared back with devil eyes.
“Okaay…” Xander shrunk back, rushing back to Anya’s side.
“Buffy…” Dawn stepped from behind Willow and Tara and with courage she went to Buffy’s side. “I’m really, really sorry.” She stated softly, staring at her sister’s reflection on the mirror.
Buffy turned to her sister and saw the truly apologetic look on Dawn’s face, a kind of puppy dog look that always worked. Dawn didn’t think that the marker wouldn’t wash off, but considering she had watched that ‘Friends’ episode you’d think she would have seen it coming.
Buffy sighed loudly. “Fix it.” She stated matter of factly, crossing her arms. “Figure out a way to take these stupid drawings of my face.” She said softly, sighing.
“What?” Dawn furrowed her brow. “Buffy…how am I…”
“You said you were going to do something.” Buffy just said, staring at Dawn’s wide eyes with her own narrowed ones. “Well, do it.”
“Okay….” Dawn said slowly, backing away. “I will.” She nodded, heading to the phone.
“What are you going to do Dawnie?” Tara asked her brow furrowed.
“I’ll just call the magic marker maker…guys.” She offered weakly. “Their number in on here.” She showed the marker to the gang and began to dial. “They’ll know what to do.”
Buffy watched Dawn dial while Xander and Anya watched as well.
Willow and Tara were a bit distracted, their libidos bursting suddenly. Willow was behind Tara, her arms wrapped around the blonde’s waist, caressing the soft skin there. Willow’s mouth was centimeters away from Tara’s ears; her breath was warm to the touch, causing her blonde goddess to shiver unconsciously.
“Tara…” Willow whispered softly into her lover’s ear. “Weren’t we suppose to be doing something?” she asked Tara sensually. “I don’t think I can take it much longer.”
Tara moaned, biting her lower lip. “We can’t.” the blonde insisted, her was low. “They’re…we…the gang are…”
“After Dawn is finished with her phone call…” Willow whispered softly, her hands massaging Tara’s thigh sensually. “We’re kicking them out.” She finished, licking her lips. The rest of the gang was oblivious, Dawn was still waiting for someone to answer, and no one seemed to be picking up.
Dawn played with the curly cord of the telephone line and waited patiently for a real person to answer, she gave a few sideway glances at Buffy who was still standing a few feet away from her, her arms crossed defensively. Dawn forced herself not to laugh as she stared at Buffy, the beard and goatee was distracting her.
Finally someone picked up.
“Hello?” Dawn asked from the other line. “Yeah…I have a question….”
Buffy watched Dawn with her eyebrow lifted.
“Umm, I used your marker to draw on my sister’s face…” Dawn pauses and listens to the guy on the other line, she giggles. “A beard and a moustache.” She burst out laughing, smoothing out her hair with her hands, she continues chatting to the other man on the other line, chuckling. “Thank you, I thought it was…”
Buffy turns around and glares her younger sister, not amused.
“No, SHE didn't think so.” The teen continues to chat away, playing with the telephone cord.
Buffy continues to glare.
“I know it's like…” Dawn turns and sees Buffy staring at her and quickly changes the subject. “Anyway…” the teen cleared her throat, becoming serious. “Umm well make-up obviously can’t cover it forever and we've tried everything to get it off and nothing's worked. What do we do?” Dawn asked the man on the other line, her brow furrowed, then her eyes widens.
Anya is bored and goes into the bathroom so she could admire her new necklace while Xander takes a seat on the foot of the bed, scanning the condom receipt on his hand.
Willow and Tara were in the middle of a serious make session in the corner of the room, Willow was nibbling on Tara’s soft earlobe, sucking the flesh there gently before bringing their lips together again. Tara moaned softly, kissing her more feverishly.
Willow’s hands were buried inside Tara’s blonde hair, pulling their faces together.
It was unbelievable that nobody seemed to notice.
Dawn continues to listen to the other man on the other line, nodding her head and stealing a few peeks at Buffy, seeing if her demeanor was changing. “Yeah.” Dawn nods, continues listening. “Uh-huh…Yeah… Oh! Okay.” She is smiling, her head nodding up and down wildly. “Okay, thank you!”
Buffy gets excited at her younger sister’s tone, her eyes brightening.
Dawn hangs up the phone.
“Yeah, it's not coming off.” The teenager says quickly.
“What?! What else did he say?” Buffy screamed, her eyes panicked.
“Umm, he said he thought I was funny.” Dawn giggled. “So he…”
Buffy stares at her.
“Okay, look… let's just go downstairs, we'll grab some coffee and you will forget all about it.” Dawn shrugged, stepping closer.
“Dawn, no! There is no way I am leaving this room looking like this!” Buffy cried out, going back to the mirror to stare at herself, her hands tracing her face.
Willow and Tara stopped their ministrations to witness the scene, their eyes narrowing at Buffy. They were still in each others arms but they managed to contain themselves enough to walk forward, Willow planted a few kisses onto Tara’s cheek, Tara had to playfully push her lover away, giggling softly.
“Oh, come on! Buffy, it's not that bad.” Xander assured, trying to comfort his friend.
“Xander, I am a human doodle!” Buffy stomped her foot.
“Look, just because I drew on your face doesn't mean we shouldn't have any fun! Okay? And besides, no one is even going to look at you. Okay? This is New York! Hello! There are tons of other freaks here!” Dawn exclaimed.
Buffy turns around and glares at her. “Come on! No one will notice, I swear!” Dawn begged, pulling her sister towards them. “Let’s just go.” She gave her best puppy dog eyes, Xander did the same, his eyes pleading.
“Fine.” Buffy sighed, she was hesitant but she was going to take their word for it. She didn’t know why because you’d have to be blind to not notice the markings on her face, but for some reason she agreed.
“Yeah?” Xander asked, his head tilted. “Are you sure?”
Buffy just nodded.
“Okay!” Xander clapped his hands; he turns to Willow and Tara. “Willow…Tara…you want to come?”
“No!” Willow cried out suddenly. “I mean…no.” the redhead said more quietly.
Dawn, Buffy, and Xander all frowned.
“Why not?” Dawn asked. “What are you guys going to do in the hotel alone anyway?”
“We were going to…I mean…we were…” Willow stammered, blushing.
Tara chuckled. “You guys go ahead.” She wrapped an arm around Willow’s shoulder, pulling her in. “We have other stuff to…do.” Her blush matching those of her lover’s. Tara definitely didn’t want to go with them, not when her plans involved ravishing Willow on the bed, not when her libido was bursting to come through at eat them alive. Not if she had anything to do with it.
“Okay.” Xander shrugged. “Anya!” he called out for his girlfriend who was still in the bathroom. “We’re going out, you coming?”
Anya walked out of Willow and Tara’s bathroom and shrugged. “Nah…I’ll stay here with Tara and Willow.” She smiled at the two witches whose eyes were as wide as saucers at Anya’s suggestion; they really, really, didn’t want Anya to be there. Not when there were promises of ravishing.
“No!” Willow rushed to Anya’s side and gently shoved her towards Xander. “You should just go…wouldn’t want to keep you’re boyfriend waiting.” She put her hands around the ex-demons shoulders and shoved her towards the door.
“Willow!” Anya stomped her foot. “Why don’t you want me to stay with you guys?” she demanded, pushing the redhead’s hands away from her shoulders. “I’m great company.” She insisted adamantly. “Aren’t I, Tara?”
Tara was at a loss. “I…I think.” She looked at Willow, her blue eyes pleading.
“Okay!” Willow cried out suddenly, pushing Dawn, Buffy, Anya, and Xander out the door, completely ignoring Anya’s protests. “Bye, see you guys….have a great time.” She babbled, shoving the entire gang toward the hall.
“But…I…” Anya objected, her eyes confused. Everyone else seemed confused as well. “But wait, I was going to…”
“Okay, bye!” Willow said quickly giving the gang a quick wave of her hand then shutting the door in all of their faces.
Willow turned to Tara as soon as the door was closed and sighed in relief. “Thank goddess.” The redhead exhaled, leaning against the doorframe, rushing to pick up a small chair and propping it under the door’s knob.
“I think there were promises of ravishing.” Tara smiled sensually; she quickly took off her long jacket and let the thick fabric drop to the floor. Her slender fingers began a playful dance over the buttons of her shirt, her eyes locked onto Willow, staring deeply and intently into the redheads emerald orbs.
“There was.” Willow voiced softly, nodding her head. Her eyes were glued to her lover’s half naked body. “Goddess, you are so…” the redhead trailed off, she took the extra steps forward so she was right in front of Tara, their faces mere inches away from each other, sharing the same breath and air.
Willow tenderly wrapped her arms around her blonde lover’s body and pulled her gently against her, Tara’s bra clad breasts and opened shirt pressed against her fully clothed body.
“I love you.” Willow whispered, her voice barely audible. “You are…I…” she couldn’t get out the words, swallowing them instantly.
“Shhh…” Tara brought her fingers to Willow’s lips. “I love you too, Willow.” She uttered softly feeling her lover’s hands massaging the back of her neck. “You don’t need to say anything.”
“I…” Willow began, her eyes full of passion and want.
Tara didn’t let Willow finish her sentence; she just captured her lover’s lips with her own, kissing her deeply. Willow let out a passionate moan and kissed her back even more passionately.
It was tender.
It was loving.
It was them.
The two girls continued kissing each other as Tara began to back up towards the bed, Willow followed avidly kissing and nipping the tender flesh at the base of her lover’s neck, gently sucking her pulse point.
As soon as Tara felt the foot of their hotel bed hitting the back of her legs, she sat down, pulling Willow’s face down with her. They were still wrapped in a passionate and tender kiss, Tara’s hands buried inside Willow’s flaming red hair.
Tara began to back up even more, disengaging from Willow’s kiss, using her hands and legs she crawled to the headboard, lying on her back, her head resting comfortably on the pillow that sat there.
Willow followed Tara, on her hands and knees she crawled to lay on top of her lover, their clothed bodies meshing together, comfortably pressed against each other. Willow eased her body to rest between Tara’s legs, their faces close together. Willow kissed Tara again, her tongue pushing its way inside.
“Willow.” Tara moaned aloud, sitting up a bit. “You have too many clothes.” She managed to voice, her breathing ragged and shallow. Her eyes lidded.
“I can say the same thing about you.” Willow smiled, her hands bringing the fabric of her thick sweater up and off her body, throwing the thick material across the room without anymore thought. “Take off your shirt, baby.” The redhead whispered with a heavy and lust filled tone. “I want to see your beautiful body.”
Tara gave Willow a quick kiss on her plush lips before relieving herself from her shirt, dropping the buttoned fabric near the bed on the floor, completely forgotten. “Happy?” she whispered topless.
“Very.” Willow nodded, her hand beginning its work on the clasp of Tara’s bra, the blonde’s bra opened from the front so access to the fleshy mounds were easily attainable. As soon as Willow had the bra opened she began to trail the thin fabric down Tara’s arms, slowly disposing of it.
Willow was on her knees, staring down at her lover with lustful eyes, her hands beginning a gentle massage of the blonde’s valleys of breasts, straddling her lover’s clothed bottom with her own jean clad bottom as well.
Tara sat up and captured Willow’s lips in a passionate kiss, bringing their bodies closer to each other, pressing her naked chest against Willow’s not so naked ones. Tara felt the fabric against her soft skin and made her way to unclasp the redhead’s bra as well, reaching behind Willow’s body to capture the clasp with her fingers.
Willow continued kissing Tara passionately as the blonde fiddled with the clasp of her bra, when Tara succeeded in disposing of the fabric; she brought their naked chests together, loving the feel of skin on skin, relishing in the feel of their warm bodies connecting.
“You are so beautiful.” Willow managed to voice between tender kisses as Tara began to gently suck on her left breast, her wet tongue softly tracing the outline of Willow’s nipple, circling around the hard nub gently and passionately.
“No, you are.” Tara uttered as she continued her ministrations, her tongue beginning a soft dance on Willow’s other nipple, the redhead bit her lower lip in order to stifle a moan she felt coming, but it didn’t work.
A load groan escaped her lips as she felt her lover suck even harder, nipping her flesh gently.
Suddenly, Willow realized that the lower part of her body was still clothed, and so was Tara’s. That just wouldn’t do, the lower part was the most important part.
Willow leaned back a bit and brought her hands and fingers to play with the tiny round button of Tara’s jeans, unbuttoning the silver knob quickly as she tenderly pulled the jeans off Tara’s hips, down her legs, then off completely. Willow threw the blue fabric across the room, before helping Tara assist on the removal of her own jeans.
Now that they were completely naked except for their bras Willow pressed her body onto her lover’s, laying the full weight of her body onto the blonde, her tongue beginning its own dance over Tara’s nipples, making her lover shiver with desire.
Willow continued her sucking motioned, her gentle strokes of tongue on skin, and decided that Tara’s panties needed to go, the barrier was too deep. She needed to feel her lover’s soft and moist flesh with her fingers, tasting it with her tongue.
She needed it, and so did Tara.
Willow sat up a bit on her knees and pulled the thin fabric off of Tara’s legs, exposing the bare flesh to the chilled air. “No more barriers.” Willow smiled at Tara, swinging the fabric of her panties for Tara to view.
“What about this barrier?” Tara pouted, tugging at the material of Willow’s green lace panties, giving her best puppy dog face, her lips on a full on pout.
“I can take care of that for you.” Willow smiled, quickly dispersing her body of any more barriers. “Better?” she asked the blonde with a smirk.
“Much better.” Tara nodded, kissing her more passionately. “I love you, Willow.”
“I love you too.”
Willow gently pushed Tara back down on her back, as Willow lay on top of her. Willow kissed Tara softly on the lips, their tongues dueling for control. Then, Willow began kissing Tara at the base of the neck, nipping the soft flesh she found there.
All Tara could do was lay back and enjoy all of her lover’s ministrations, moaning loudly.
Willow trailed downwards, her mouth meeting Tara’s breasts, kissing around the pink nipple and flicking the hard nub with soft, feathery strokes. Tara leaned her face upwards so she could kiss Willow tenderly, sucking on the redheads lower lip. Willow kissed the blonde back just as tenderly then continued her journey down Tara’s body.
Tara moaned again when she felt Willow kiss her soft stomach, her tongue nipping gently on the flesh and skin there, trailing her mouth even lower.
“Willow…” Tara dragged out her words, pushing at the redheads shoulders, urging her to nestle her face between her own legs. “You know where I want you.”
“Do I?” Willow asked from between Tara’s legs, the warmth of her breath sending gooseflesh throughout the blonde’s body.
“Willow…” Tara demanded, pushing at the base of Willow’s head, nestling her to where she wanted her. “Don’t tease.”
Willow obliged and plunged her head, her tongue slowly tracing the outline of Tara’s center, tracing upwards to tenderly flick against the nub of the blonde’s tiny clit, feathery strokes and gentle caresses.
“Better?” Willow asked seductively, lifting her head so she could look into Tara’s eyes, her lower lip just millimeters away from the top of Tara’s center, the soft flesh of her lips tickling Tara.
“Much better.” Tara nodded, biting her lower lip sensually. “Keep going.” She urged, gently pushing down Willow’s head back to where it should be, burying her hands in soft red hair, massaging the scalp beneath, and caressing the flesh in utter lust.
Willow smiled and dipped her head, continuing her journey inside Tara’s body, enjoying the taste of her lover’s sweet essence, savoring in the flavor and the texture, relishing in it. Her tongue dug even deeper inside, exploring the valley of Tara’s desire. Willow’s hands were resting on Tara’s thighs, squeezing the flesh soothingly.
Willow persisted in her attentions, lapping at her lover’s center as if she couldn’t get enough, reveling in her taste, drinking it up avidly.
Loving it.
Tara was beyond aroused, she was about to burst. The gentle hold she had on Willow’s head was not gripping tight, pulling at the strands a bit roughly, but it didn’t seem to bother Willow who was still distracted. She wasn’t even coming up for breath, she continued her job downstairs.
“Willow…Oh goddess…” She moaned her eyes tightly closed. “I’m going to…”
Willow lapped even harder for several more minutes, digging deeper.
“Oh, goddess!!” Tara screamed her release. “Willow!”
Willow felt and heard her lover’s release and slowed her motion, lapping the remaining juices gently, savoring in the tang of Tara.
After cleaning up all the juices, she crawled up Tara’s body, lying on top of her tenderly. She rested her head on Tara’s breasts, sighing loudly. Tara brought her arms around the redhead’s naked flesh and cradled her lovingly. “I love you, Willow.” She whispered, her breathing hitched.
“I love you too, Tara.” Willow lifted her head, kissing the blonde gently. “I love you too.”
Tara’s eyes lit up suddenly as she switched their places, gently pushing Willow to lie on the bed as she was. Their time together wasn’t over yet, it was her turn. The blonde ravished Willow’s mouth, her hands trailing downwards to Willow’s desire, reaching the spot where Willow wanted her.
“Oh, Tara!” Willow squealed, holding in a giggle. “Who’s feeling frisky?” she asked sensually, her arms wrapped around Tara’s shoulder, looking up into deep blue depths.
Tara just smiled and dipped her head towards Willow’s breast, her tongue gently caressing the soft flesh.
It wasn’t over yet.
Dawn, Buffy, Xander, and Anya were walking down the New York streets looking for a place to for a bite to eat and a cup of coffee. The second they reached the outside, people would stop from the sidewalks to gape and stare at Buffy, pointing and whispering.
The other three tried to ignore the onlookers, even Anya would defend Buffy had give the pedestrians an evil demon stare, scaring off the little children and a few adults.
Buffy, on the other hand, was about to use her slayer strength to abolish the whole sidewalk, but when she realized she couldn’t lift a finger, she moved her palm to cover her mouth, walking the entire way to a coffee place that way, hiding behind Xander.
“I think we should go back.” Buffy suggested, her voice muffled under her hands.
“I want my coffee!” Anya stomped her foot at Buffy. “I’m not leaving until I get my coffee.”
“Then get your stinking coffee.” Buffy screamed from behind her hands, glaring at Dawn. “I’m going back… Dawn?” she stared at her sister, giving her a look. “Are you coming with me?” she asked.
“Actually…I…” she pointed at the menu above the Starbucks, she wanted a coffee as well. She knew Buffy hadn’t wanted to be here, but she was thirsty.
Buffy was shocked and exasperated. “You’re the one that got me into this mess, Dawn.” Buffy demanded, her hand still covering her mouth.
Xander turned his head to the scene as he lined up for his coffee. “Buffy...hold up.” He waved a hand at the agitated slayer. “Let me buy some coffee for all of us and then we can go, okay?”
Buffy stomped her foot and marched her way outside, waiting for Xander to be finished with the ordering. She was completely embarrassed, angry, and agitated.
Anya and Dawn just shrugged.
“Okay…” Xander came up to the two girls, carrying four cups of coffee in his hands. “We can go now, Buffy.” He called out to the blonde was just outside.
Buffy just puffed out her chest and stomped ahead of them, run walking to Willow and Tara’s hotel room.
Anya, Xander, and Dawn following close behind.
Tara and Willow were in each other’s arms, relishing in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Tara was resting her cheek against the soft flesh of Willow’s breast conveniently using the two soft valleys as pillows to rest her head on. Tara smiled from her place atop of Willow, sighing softly.
Willow was smiling too, completely spent. Her hands began stroking Tara’s soft hair gently, loving the feel of it. They reveled in the time they ad together alone, hearing the silence of the room, snuggling closer to each other, closing their eyes.
“Okay, there was some staring and pointing.” Dawn admitted rushing to catch up with Buffy who was determined to burst through Willow and Tara’s door and bury her head in a pillow, maybe when she wakes up the markings on her face would disappear. Or maybe Willow and Tara had a spell to get rid of her simulated facial hair.
“Buffy…can you slow down?” Xander rushed to catch up with the slayer.
Buffy ignored them and roughly pulled at the doorknob.
It wouldn’t budge. “What the—” Buffy was confused; she twisted the knob as hard as her slayer strength could muster and the door still refused to open.
Dawn, Xander, and Anya all surrounded the door, waiting for Willow and Tara to open it. They didn’t know that the two witches were in the middle of another make out session, they wouldn’t open the door for anyone, not even of there was a fire in the hall.
“Willow?” Xander called out, knocking on the door gently with his knuckles. “Tara?”
Willow and Tara continued kissing, ignoring the gang,
“Willow, open the door!” Buffy cried out, roughly pulling at the silver knob. “Will?”
“Tara?” Dawn called out. “What are you guys doing?” she asked from behind the door, pressing her ear to the oak wood.
“You witches better open up!!” Anya demanded, knocking on the door roughly.
Willow and Tara continued kissing each other, not caring about their friends demands. It was their room dammit!
“Willow?” Buffy called again, her voice pleading.
Willow grabbed a pillow next to her and threw it at the door, the loud thudding sound sending a message to the gang. She went back to ravishing Tara’s lips, the gang be damned.
"Tara?" Buffy asked in a small voice.
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To be continued _____________________________________________________________________
For some life lasts a short while, but the memories it holds last forever. -L. Swenson
"You make a place for her in your heart, it's sort of like she becomes a part of you. Does that make sense?" - Tara
Edited by: Renee85 at: 12/7/03 6:48 am
by sam darls » Thu Dec 04, 2003 2:47 am 
) was a nice touch that's just so in-character for her. It made me mad, therefore it was excellent. If that makes sense. 
Love sammi xx 
Wonderful update!
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's room, because they're busy and don't want to be disturbed...
