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Summary: Chocolate, fruit and our favorite witches.
Death by Tara or Willow gets Dessert
Both Tara and Willow had kept their promise that night and had taken Dawn out to a movie and dinner. Dawn, being the typical teenager she was, wanted to see the new Brittany Spears movie, and Tara complied much with her lover’s chagrin. Willow had been denied dessert at dinner and now had to sit through the entire course of the movie with just hand holding to keep her at ease. She was rather peeved to say the least, but luckily Dawn was too happy to spend time with her surrogate mothers to notice the redhead’s anxiety.
It seemed an eternity later that they dropped the younger Summers girl back at home and had finally made it back to their dorm in one piece. “That was-“ Willow couldn’t even think of a word to describe the evening. “I-I know baby, I know.” Tara’s comforting voice soothed her somewhat, and added to a whole new level of arousal. “ I didn’t get dessert.” A pout formed on Willow’s lips as she leaned in and nibbled one of Tara’s earlobes. A slow smile spread on the blonde’s lips as she tilted her neck just a bit, and eased her loved to their bed.
“I have something that I know you’ll like, but first I need you too strip.” The tone was so dominating that Willow had to remind herself she really was with Tara, her sweet, innocent Tara.
“I think I created a monster.” the redhead muttered as she slipped out of her clothing and lay back against the bed. “Close your eyes.” It was whispered as Willow leaned back against the pillows. She felt something cool and slightly sticky being poured gently onto her breast and it caused her too shiver.
She took in a sharp breath at a whole new sensation of what could be a strawberry being dipped in the substance. She felt the fruit being pressed against her lips and smiled at the new taste of strawberries and honey. She barely had time to register the sensations before the feeling of Tara’s tongue lapping the stickiness off her nipple sent her senses reeling. “Wow, this is better then Death by Chocolate. I-I think I’ll name it Death by Tara..” She giggled as she gave into a kiss that uniquely tasted of herself, Tara and the sweetened fruit.
[This message has been edited by WiccansIllusion (edited March 04, 2002).]