by Bobo's Mom » Sun Mar 10, 2002 10:52 pm
by Pixie » Sun Mar 10, 2002 11:05 pm
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Originally posted by mariacomet:
LOL. I was glancing discreetly at the 'key slip' and I realized that Suddenly we are on the S.S. Scully Love boat.LOVVVVEEE exciting and new...come aboard the mcmittens are expecting youuuu.
Okay, we're all on the Lido deck partying while we wait for the smut. Hmm, what's this in my pocket? A room key...? *Pixie skips off to find other fun while waiting for the update.*
quote:by mariacomet » Sun Mar 10, 2002 11:35 pm
by WiccansIllusion » Sun Mar 10, 2002 11:39 pm
by Sela » Mon Mar 11, 2002 12:17 am
--Sela
by nika » Mon Mar 11, 2002 5:56 am
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"The word 'GULP!'comes to mind." Tara
by mariacomet » Mon Mar 11, 2002 6:16 am
Rating: NC 17.
Disclaimer: All Characters contained here-in are owned by and products of the genius of Joss Whedon and Co.
Comments: HERE-IN lies SMUT. You have been warned. This is my second post in about 24 hours. So if you haven’t read the Christmas scene and you want to read the entire story, then go back a couple pages. If you just want to read the smut, well….I feel used. Okay, not really. But here it is.
One more part? Oh yeah, I had a talk with someone and decided I would do one more BRIEF bit after this one.
Legends of the Kiss part 9
By Mariacomet
It has been close to three weeks. I am not sure what the final moment of decision for me was. It occurred to me last night as we were snuggled up, watching Animal Planet how safe I felt. My heart feels utterly secure and unworried. I’m in love, and yes she has a problem. We all have problems. That doesn’t mean that they have to consume us. Maybe I was placed in her life to help her fight. Maybe she was brought to me to shatter the quiet, shadowed world I once lived in, and help me create another. Because before there was only surviving, and now there is living. I want to live with her and I will. I will.
She doesn’t know what I am planning. She’s at the Magic Box for now. I asked Buffy to have her do some ‘research’ for a bit. It’s curious how willing the Scoobies are to follow through on requests like that. Buffy gave me a grin and told me she was taking Dawn to a movie tonight. You know, just in case Willow and I wanted to be alone or something.
The room – our room – is covered with candles: white ones, light pink, a hotter pink, silver, and red. I honestly am not sure how much I believe in the ‘color’ powers of differing candles, but I believe in the traditions of my religion. Plus, I think these colors are very pretty. The room is actually bright with the light of flame. I look down at myself.
I am wearing a long white, silk gown and over it I have on a light blue kimono. It was an anniversary present from Willow some time ago. I am nervous. I tie and untie the wrap around the kimono. It occurs to me that I am not sure whether I should be standing or not when Willow comes in. Maybe lying on the bed? Is that unromantic and obvious?
Okay, okay… breathe. It’s just Willow. It’s just us. I hear footsteps bounding up the stairs and feel a new rush of nerves, as well as a detonation of happiness. I know it’s Willow and when the door to our room opens, I prepare a bright smile.
Willow enters and blinks at me, then blinks at the candles.
“Whoa.” She says. She stays frozen at the doorway and swallows slowly. Her emerald eyes travel up and down my body. She is still taking everything in. Her eyes are darting around and then back to me. I see her take in a breath, a deep, nervous breath. “So… is this an early New Year’s Eve thing?”
“Remember how you said how long we waited was up to me?” She nods. I motion my hands in something akin to a small ‘ta-da’ motion. “I mean unless you don’t…unless you’re not…”
She rushes to fill the gaps in my words. “I am. I do. As long as you are.”
“I am.” So that’s it. It’s settled. But neither of us moves. We are still standing there a good two minutes later.
“This is silly.” Willow says.
“Right. It’s not like we haven’t done this before.”
“Right. Lots of times, and sometimes with props!” We both blush and then laugh a little.
I have had this all planned in my head but I need something from her before I have the confidence to go on. I am as self aware as anyone, but I am finding it hard to place what I need. “Sorry… that was… when I have time to prepare, I’m much more suave. But this is…” From the top of my head and down to where the gown stops, my body is traced with her eyes. Her expression is one of adoration. “You’re so beautiful.”
“I never thought I was, until I met you.”
“You are.” Willow reaffirms. “You’re so beautiful you break my heart.” The words are a whisper.
I shake my head and finally move to her. “No more broken hearts.” I say and take her hand. I bring it to my lips, placing a kiss at the center of her palm. I pull her lightly toward the bed, and she follows. I lead her to sit down. I stand and move to the bureau. This is where the dance starts. I try and steady my heartbeat, then turn and move back to my love. In my hand is a sprig of mistletoe. The same one that she told me Anya gave to her for free when she purchased the book of legends. I sit down beside her on the bed. She instantly notices that I have something in my grasp. My love has ever the sharp mind.
“Mistletoe?” She asks, and her lips bloom into an anything but innocent smile.
I look into her eyes, knowing that mine are glowing low and sultry. “I thought we might play a game.” My fingertips are slowly skimming down her white billowing shirt.
“Like Monopoly?” She murmurs and when my fingers start to pull her shirt up, she helps me, revealing her skin in one easy movement.
My expression is impish. I lean forward and nuzzle her neck and am inhaling her flowery scent and feeling her warm skin. My body responds instantly. It becomes hypersensitive, it has sensed its mate. It is supercharged with recognition. My body isn’t the only one. I feel her shoulders hitch and her breath shudder out of her. My hand finds hers again and I lay the mistletoe in the center of her palm. I place my lips next to her ear. “Show me where you want me to kiss you.”
I have made it into something of a game. I thought it might make it easier on both of us this first time. But the anticipation is already ripe and tingling between us. I want her to pull me under her and ravish me till we can’t feel separated ever again. I want her to let the game continue. I want things to be slow, and I need them to be fast. My body and heart are like waves conflicting and crashing inside me. I am quivering, on the edge of a passion that is much greater than I am.
She has promised me that this – this moment – is all up to me. It is her way of protecting me. I see that hesitation in her eyes, the conflict between what she wants and what she thinks is the right thing to do. She touches the mistletoe to her chin and then her cheek; my mouth follows obediently. Willow stays with shy touches for some time. She tries to reach out and pull me to her, but I catch her wrists. I lay her down and lift her hands above her head, kissing down her arm and whispering to her again. “Let me.”
Willow can’t stay still. “I need you to kiss me.” I love the husky sound in her voice. I can still make her feel this way. Me. Her Tara.
I feel a tender pride at being able to give her that. She has given me care of everything. Her heart, her body and we are trying to share our souls. “Ask me.” I answer her.
She lifts the mistletoe to her lips and I obey. I kiss her, and it’s sweet and hot. Our mouths mesh, clinging and needy. I want her. I have always wanted her and it rushes over me. I wanted her every day for six months. I wanted her the first time I saw her. I wanted her while I watched her sleeping last night, and when she waved hello to me at breakfast. I wanted only her – her skin on mine, her arms, her mouth. I want to drown in her, in this, in us.
Her head falls back, and her neck arches as she runs the mistletoe down the column on her neck. She is my flame. My tongue follows where she leads me. I taste her neck, I suckle the line where her pulse flutters. I let my teeth tease the skin. I find her sensitive spots all over again. I remember what makes her moan. I find her, I find her with my body and my heart. Her thighs are rubbing together and I lower my head to where the mistletoe has been stalled.
I take the mistletoe and allow it to fall away, discarded. The game is over and we are both in earnest. She is my flame, and she is the only thing that can keep me warm. I feed on her nipples. I know just how soft she likes my mouth. My tongue traces her, flicks rhythmically. She grows swollen under my ministrations, which is what I want. I want to be able to taste more of her. I pay equal attention to the other nipple, and she tenses and then arches wildly.
“Tara.” She sighs. She finally touches me. My hair and my shoulders are worshipfully caressed. Everything in me is pushing for me to move faster. I know what I want. I know what we both want. I trail kisses down her stomach. I part her thighs.
My mouth moves over her and I shape her, making her hard and smooth. She is a berry and I am greedy for the taste of her juices. I am thirsty for her. At the same time I want to feed on her, suckle at the essence of her desire. My mouth is cleverer than I am and my tongue moves, and my mouth pulls. All at once I am asking, and demanding. I need her to need me. I need her to burn while I am the wick, anchoring her. Fire is translucent at it’s center. I am the center. She flutters in answer to my will, like a dance. Her fingers run into my hair, holding me there.
The strokes of my mouth are long and slow, tracing her as well as licking. She parts her legs wider and her legs wrap around me. She is cocooned around me and I am worshipping her vulnerability. I circle, letting her feel the wet heat of my mouth, teasing her nerve endings. She lifts to me and all at once I take her in deeply. My mouth contracts around her again and again.
I feel a sudden tension in Willow, feel a frustration. She is rising high, but she has reached a point and cannot seem to go higher. She can’t let go. She wants to, but something is holding her back. I paint her again with the tip of my tongue. I know that it is something deep in her mind that she is struggling with. That doesn’t stop my mouth from pulling at her more urgently. Her free hand curls into a fist near the pillow where her head lays.
“Tara,” She whispers in a questioning voice and I raise my head. I had forgotten this. My Willow had this need to establish connection. No matter how much she wants me, how close she is, she always makes me stop – just at that moment where she is about to lose control. Willow will caress my face, look into my eyes, and sometimes trade a soft kiss with me. She won’t settle for halfway, my love. She wants our souls to touch. To have our bodies drawing pleasure from one another isn’t enough, could never be enough. Willow wants it all. And she wants it all with me. And I am grateful.
“I love you,” I whisper to her and I nuzzle her which makes her groan. “I love you.” I say again and my tongue searches and becomes one with her. I move slowly. She gasps.
“Tara.” She calls. “I don’t know if I can…” I didn’t understand why she was having a hard time letting go before. But now I know. My hurdle was the bridge, but this one is hers. Being made love to her. Just her, being adored so completely – it’s something that makes her feel unsure. It’s the reason that she always stops and seeks that connection. It’s the silent asking of the question ‘Can you really love me? Can I really believe?’
I draw back, and I am soaked with her. I move atop her and now my fingers journey down to replace my mouth. My heart is cleverer than I am, and it knows what to do. I look into her eyes, sea-green and smoldering, even as I take her. I take her even as I give. I wish I could give her poetry, but my mind is not that lucid. Hearing her cries, and feeling her body beneath me is taking me to a place where she and I exist alone. Everything is wet heat, and pleasure, and endless. My body is my poem to her. My fingers spread my Willow tree and run over her blossom. Her back arches and her hips lift. She is moving with me, and I lose my place, not sure if I am leading the dance with my touches or if she is leading with her hungry thrusts. It doesn’t matter. I want what she wants. Everything she wants. I want to give it to her. I move faster.
She is my flame. My touches spark her. She is my flame. She twists and bends against the wick. She is my flame. She is unable to stop moving, her body swaying – pushing - seeking. “Tara.” She cries out.
She is my flame.
I can feel how she burns deep inside. I can feel everything. There are no secrets here. Nothing to hide, and even if there were, nothing that can be hidden. I know her. I know all of her. Still, I can feel her struggle to let go. A push and pull deep inside herself. I don’t stop. But my voice adds to the fire. The words make little sense; I barely realize I am saying them. Things I wouldn’t say in the light of day fall out of me effortlessly. Primal things.
“Tell me you belong to me, Willow.” She can only say my name, so I slow and circle. I tease. Her stomach is rippling as she struggles for breath. I can feel her heart pounding against my skin. “Tell me you belong to me.”
“I belong to you, Tara. Always.” She moans and I am deep inside again, deeper than before.
My lips at her ear and my words felt like ancient truths that I cannot hold back. “And I, belong to you. I belong with you. Always.” I am her guide up this path, and I will not stop moving. The pace quickens again. “Always.” I whisper again. The words become a measurement of tempo. “Always.” She opens more to me and I lose myself in her – she is my world. “Always.” We are both crying out in pleasure. I am kissing down to her shoulders, and her skin is so hot, and her cheeks are so flushed. And I missed this. I missed this so much. “Always.” It’s a promise and I can’t think. I can only feel. I’m not in control and I know it, and neither is she and I rejoice in it. It just is. It is us and it just is. “Always, Willow.” I moan. It was the way I am saying her name now that she needed. She needed me to be swept away, as helpless and awestruck as she was. My voice is so rough and tender that I barely recognized it. She shudders and I can feel her control slipping, wavering.
She is my flame and my one purpose – my sole purpose in the universe at this moment – is to keep feeding the fire.
“Yes, baby.” I call to her. A request and a demand. “I love you Willow.” Again, her body answers me. She moves harder. Her head is grinding back and forth on the pillow. She is trying to keep her eyes open, trying to keep looking at me, but she is being taken beyond conventional senses.
“Baby, don’t stop.” She can barely say the words.
“Don’t stop loving you?” I ask and I feel her fingernails dig very lightly into my back. I shiver at the feeling. “Never.” I lower my head and run kisses over her chin. “Don’t stop wanting you?” She is shaking and my fingertips glide and find every place that I know makes it impossible for her to hold on, to hold back. “Never.”
“Tara.” She whispers. “I need…”
“I know. I’m here. That’s it.” I coax her like a wild beast and her body is beginning to jerk. Her movements are no longer rhythmic. She’s beautiful. She’s my gift from the heavens, and her rain is on my hand. “My everything.” She presses her lips to mine urgently and her body jerks hard. Again. And Again. Her mouth claims mine, and she makes sounds inside the kiss, she tells me without words that she is falling. Willow tells me she needs me to catch her, and believes with all her heart that I will. I do. I catch her. I hold her close. I keep her safe. In that moment, I am the guardian of her soul. It is like being entrusted with the care and feeding of starlight.
She is my flame, and the fire burns and rages, and devours. Over and over. Until finally, beneath me she is still and I am hugging her close. Swept away by the sound of her heartbeat and the tender whisper of my name on her lips.
[This message has been edited by mariacomet (edited March 11, 2002).]
by jomarch » Mon Mar 11, 2002 6:34 am
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by Pixie » Mon Mar 11, 2002 11:56 am
by Blue77 » Mon Mar 11, 2002 3:10 pm
Thought it was very well written, please throw us a couple more chapters!!!
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"Infested roots? Trying to turn me on?" ~ Tara
"I have to try now!" ~ Wil
by Willowfan » Mon Mar 11, 2002 3:12 pm
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Tara:You found me...
Willow: I'll always find you.
by tommo » Mon Mar 11, 2002 3:14 pm
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You know I've been through hell...Joss can't you see, there'll be nothing left of me. You made me believe...
by AutumnT » Mon Mar 11, 2002 3:16 pm
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Autumn
I have the sudden urge to dedicate my productive cooperation.
by canadian kitty » Mon Mar 11, 2002 3:46 pm
jomarch grab the wheel !
and when did we morph into a ship? what kind of ship are we? a pirate ship?
all hail Captian MC!!
by RomanceJunky » Mon Mar 11, 2002 4:15 pm
*GULP*
That was beautifully done. I'm in awe.(MT)
RJ...you can book me on your boat baby, but only if I get to sit with YOU!!!
(Y*true sailor*W)
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by Owl » Mon Mar 11, 2002 4:26 pm
What a way to wake up.
"My heart is cleverer than I am, and it knows what to do."
just beautiful. Need i even mention that I am eager for more?
WI: I need a refill over here! ah, max was all too right in my case...
CK: see the posts from MC herself for more info on the S.S. Scully Love Boat. i guess it... could be a pirate ship.... of love...
by katydid » Mon Mar 11, 2002 7:15 pm
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"She practically has 'genuine molded plastic' stamped on her ass.
by xita » Mon Mar 11, 2002 8:37 pm
by tiger17 » Mon Mar 11, 2002 9:14 pm
by The Rose » Mon Mar 11, 2002 9:26 pm
I am speechless. Great job.
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Tara: My heart doesn't stutter.
Tara: Willow, I got so lost.
Willow: I found you. I will always find you.
Tara: Nobody messes with my girl!
by WiccansIllusion » Mon Mar 11, 2002 11:14 pm
by BytrSuite » Tue Mar 12, 2002 1:55 am
by GreenNeutron » Tue Mar 12, 2002 6:11 am
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~Mel
by mariacomet » Tue Mar 12, 2002 10:44 am
Everyone The next five weeks during the hiatus I will attempt to make as filled with Fan Fic fun as I can. I want to get restarted on Awake. I intend to write as much as possible and I hope you will continue to enjoy my work. I really appreciate all the support, love and encouragement all of you have offered. what I want to create next writing wise is one heck of a ride for you all. It will be fun, it will have some angst and most of all...it will have a happy ending. Keep the faith, gang.
CK I think the eyepatch and the hook is a bold fashion statement.
Pixie The flowing shirt and helmet is also very nice, however the constant shouts of "ARGGGHH Matie I be unspoiled!!" are beginning to scare the other passengers a bit.
jomarch I'm glad you found it lyrical. I was going for romantic heat. I really was and I was nervous about the balance.
Blue77 I won't say that I will never write smut again, because I likely will. But for this story we are done with the smut. You safely assume that Tara did not go to sleep for some time that evening, and though there are many reasons why she may have stayed away, I think ONE reason probably stands out. As Scoobie reaction though is not out of the question.
Willowsfan *props you back up* ohhh, alright maybe a bit more.
tommo Thank you Ruth
Autumn I am right there with you. *hugs*
RJ (MW) You can sit in my lap, is that fair? You know you want to. *leerleerleer* Wanna be my mate...er...first mate I mean.
OWL Yeah the board was a pain the other day but thanks for the dedication to posting. Hey, stop hogging the champange! Thirsty Captain over here.
Pudds Lol. Hot Diggity Dog? I take that as a compliment of the highest order.
xita glad you liked the Spike bit. I admit that I always wonder how you'll react when I introduce Spike in a scene. Given your um...strong feelings on the subject. (nothing compared to your feelings on W/T, of course) Thank you for the kind words.
katy There are limits to these things?? Darn! Is there smut police after me somewhere? *hides in the shadows and gets out a disguise* I'm Lisa...yep, that's me. No Smut Police will ever find me. Wishes are never a bad thing, but believing is better.
I personally believe in dreams coming true. Mind you, I also believe in Santa Claus, The Force and Fat Free Chocolate.
tiger17 and The Rose Thank you very much. Atta girls are always really, really appreciated.
Wiccansillusion Have I ever told you that you have a cool name? You really do. Tasteful was yet another thing I was going for. And I was trying to avoid mentioning the name of any parts. I think I have to work my way up the smut scale to that one.
Bytr *smile* Thank you. It touches me that the piece had that effect on you.
Green Arggghhh matey, we be ravaging, and pillaging as we go! Err...sorry...it happens to me on the Scully limo. I feel honored by taking your...er..by being the one to recieve your first post. Welcome to the kitten, if you have a chance, you might want to post to the intro thread on the other side of the board.
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by WiccansIllusion » Tue Mar 12, 2002 4:57 pm
by Puff » Tue Mar 12, 2002 6:33 pm
Thanks MC and I look forward to reading more.
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Beep, beep
by Brynn » Tue Mar 12, 2002 8:48 pm
by Quill » Tue Mar 12, 2002 10:26 pm
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"You are the star for which all evenings wait."
~for Nicole~
by jomarch » Wed Mar 13, 2002 7:35 am
quote:
Originally posted by mariacomet:
With regards to the Scully-Limo (copyright 2002), you all have to understand that I grew up with Star Trek, Transformers, Robotech and Star Wars. Of course I am gonna have gadgets and buttons. So yes, it flies and yes, it does look a bit like a pirate boat when in boat mode.Everyone The next five weeks during the hiatus I will attempt to make as filled with Fan Fic fun as I can. I want to get restarted on Awake. I intend to write as much as possible and I hope you will continue to enjoy my work. I really appreciate all the support, love and encouragement all of you have offered. what I want to create next writing wise is one heck of a ride for you all. It will be fun, it will have some angst and most of all...it will have a happy ending. Keep the faith, gang.
Oh, Captain, my captain... First mate Mcmitten Jomarch reporting for duty and helping CK steer ship away from the rocks.
I so look forward to whatever you're going to write next. I may have lost some faith in Mutant Enemy but you fic will be a good salve in the next 2 months. Yahhhhh, we're getting and epilogue and another story.
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