"A good night's sleep", my first fic!

[3peanuts]

A GOOD NIGHT'S SLEEP

BY 3PEANUTS



CHAPTER I

FEEDBACK: I NEED IT! I need to know if my work is worth reading. You can e-mail me, if you want: x3peanuts@hotmail.com



RATING: NC-17



SUMMARY: The action takes place a few days before the episode BargainingI, S6. No magic probs for Will, a lil angst for Buffy. But that's it: no heavy feelings.



DISCLAIMER: Joss and other people own everything here, apart from the tenderness, the passion..and the smut. That's all mine.



AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is my first fic, and my first smut. So be gentle. I have a precise idea of where I want to take the girls. I know that what I want to say may take a few chapters to be expressed: the trip will be sometimes uneasy. But the happy ending is guaranteed and a lot of smoochies too. I really do think that I am going to unravel a love story, and this requires respect and attention: you'll always find intimacy as well of passion in my works. Passionate=intimate for me. Wish I'll be able to do my job well.



CREDITS: My magic Beta Reader, Sarabiga. I want her to know that she owns my heart. Thanx to Aly and Amber: the girls are precious to me.

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Tara disclosed her eyelids.

Her body was resting on her back, her eyes, wide open, were staring at the ceiling.

A blue, dim light was trembling above her. The night was silent, peaceful and she was home, safe, warm. Willow was sleeping beside her: she could feel her warmth through the sheets and her soft body cuddled against her side. She inhaled a deep breath, while slowly moving her hands up to her chest. Her heart was pounding as she was totally awake. “Not gonna sleep tonight”, she thought, and squirmed on the bed looking for a more comfortable position, ready for another sleepless night. Willow’s hand moved under the sheets and rested on her left arm.

Tara lifted her head up to see if Willow was awake, if her movements had woken her up. Nothing: her girl was fully asleep, the features of her nice face were relaxed and smooth, her breath heavy and profound. The young witch was savouring the long wished “good night’s sleep” she was asking for from almost two weeks. No patrols, no slaying, no Dawn probs, no Giles, no friends. No sex. Just sleep, luscious sleep, and silence. Tara, however, was not able to close her eyes for more than ten minutes this night. A sense of discontent made her heart ache, something she couldn’t define with certainty. She turned to Willow’s forehead to kiss her and whisper a low “I love you”.

She froze.

Willow was smiling. More a grin anyway, a cute, devilish grin, was bursting out on her lips. She looked at her girlfriend a bit puzzled: Willow was dreaming, but what was creating that vicious grin inside her subconscious? “Great Mother-she murmured-you having naughty dreams, aren’t you?”. Tara wondered if any spell existed that would make her able to read her lover’s mind, to share her secret dream. She shook her head, smiling, surprised, then decided to get up, not wanting to disturb Willow’s deserved rest, or whatever her brain was building up inside her head.



The floor was cold as Tara’s feet touched it. She freed herself from the sheets and crawled silently to the chair by the bed where Willow used to put, in a perfectly perfect order, her clothes on. She sat on the chair and looked outside the window. A flash of moonlight fell right on Willow’s pink cheek, making it even more resemble marble or jade. A spirit of cool, light air moved silently through the curtains and reached a strand of copper red hair, letting it free from the young girl’s right hand where it was layered upon seconds before. A pale neck rested naked, while the heartbeat underneath that simply desirable flesh appeared in little up and down slight movements of the soft collarbone skin. Two cherry lips barely covered white teeth, and the expression of that beautiful visage was crinkled by a luxurious smile.

“How much I want you!”, Tara sighed, perfectly aware that, if Will hadn’t asked her for rest that night, she would’ve taken her right there and then, awaking her sweetie with a trail of passionate kisses on that blessed neck of hers. A deep sigh escaped her throat and an inaudible groan left her chest. She straightened up on the chair, and something fell on the floor right under the armrest. She picked it up: a lacy, purple bra, was lying on her open hand. It was so damn inviting: Tara brought it to her nose and inhaled the faint scent of Willow’s soap and perfume. She could imagine the heat of Willow’s breasts cupped in that magnificent fabric: silk in silk. She recalled the night when she had pulled the same bra out with her eager mouth, kneading her girl’s back and holding her like a flower; no, not a flower, more a prey that night, she thought and a huge smile effused her expression with light. She was bright as the moon, desiring to touch her sweetheart’s skin just the way the moon was doing it, her blue eyes shining as two sapphire pools.

She felt envious, and jealous. “Jealous of the moon! Tara Maclay you’re a dork!”. Her eyes returned on her object of desire: the red haired witch had stretched her arms, and spread her legs on the bed, occupying all the room as possible. Her chest moved slowly up as she sighed, lost in her dreams. Now the breeze was gently caressing her forehead, and the curtains seemed to be pushed in Willow’s direction: they swelled as a wave, inflated by the blow of the nice, night wind. Tara was there, feeling an aching desire growing between her legs. She just jumped off the chair, causing the sudden fell of all the clothes on the floor. She kneeled to recollect them, but that touch, the contact with Willow’s dresses and underwear was simply intoxicating. She shoved them on the armrest, thinking she was going to put them back in their proper order first thing in the morning, before Willow got up. Then, darting a quick look to the girl turning and sleeping on her own side now, sneaked out of the door and made her way down the stairs to the kitchen.

She needed ice cream badly, something cold, to ease her heat.



A light greeted her: she was not alone. Dawn was rustling looking for something in the fridge.

“Can’t sleep?” said Tara. “Yikes!” was Dawn’s response. “Oh, Tara. I didn’t hear you arrive and you made my heart skip a bit…”. Tara smiled, reaching closer to the girl and the fridge. “I was looking for something to eat, I can’t sleep.” Dawn admitted. “I see” Tara whispered in a gentle way, her eyebrows raised, so that Dawn wouldn’t feel she was disapproving her staying up all night.

“I was at Janice’s, tonite”- She paused, then said- we saw a horror movie with a maniac gutting his young female victims, well it was too creepy even for me.” Tara looked at her, and murmured ironically: ”Oh yes, ‘cause you’re kinda used to gutting and stabbing, aren’t you?”. “If you brought me with you more often I would!” Dawn commented, with a discarded expression. “Not going to discuss this issue now, young Lady- said the blonde, with a firm, but kind, voice-what was the title, anyway?”. “Oh a “Halloween” series movie”. “I was quite sure about that, even Willow can’t catch sleep whenever she sees it on TV”. “Nothing that a snuggle wouldn’t cure, am I right?”, the smile on Dawn’s face was so open and sincere that Tara could just smile back and hug her, hiding the slight blush on her cheeks. When Tara broke the embrace, Dawn reached for the ice cream container and closed the fridge with a dumb slam. “Okay, let’s feast on this extraordinaire ambrosia”, Tara uttered. “Is Willow okay?”, asked Dawn, plunging a spoon in the cold cream. “Mmmhhh-answered Tara-she’s so very okay, she’s sleeping like a baby.” She paused for a full gulp of cream, then added:” I was afraid I could wake her up, so I left her there enjoining this peaceful night”. “Yeah, great-munched Dawn, licking her spoon-tonight the Hellmouth’s very still”. “Spike told us he was going to patrol the cemetery area and alarm us if something’s not right”. Dawn grinned, then her eyes left Tara to fix on something, or somebody, next to the living room door. “May I participate to this maiden banquet, sort of thing?”, Tara realized Willow was standing just behind her. She leant her head in that direction, without turning to face her girlfriend, so her nape softly touched Willow’s chest, settling on her breasts. The red haired girl put her palms on Tara’s shoulders and pushed her gently away: Dawn was there anyway, and she was starting to feel a little embarrassed in that position. Willing to not let Tara feel neglected, Willow delivered a soft, chaste kiss on the blonde hair and stroked the shoulders under her hands. Dawn broke the silence: “So, nobody’s sleeping tonight…”, “I slept for four hours, then I woke up: I’m becoming a freaked insomniac”, Willow groaned. “It’s all that nightly action-said Dawn with a cheering grin-the slaying and the patrolling, I mean”. Tara made the point: ”When you get used to staying up all night it turns you in a, well, a…”, “Freaked insomniac”, concluded Willow. “Oh, not gonna become an insomniac stuff, it’s time for me to go to bed, hug a pair of Teddy bears, close my eyes…”, the witches claimed in unison: ”No Dawn, we’re not pushing you to bed, if you don’t want to…” Dawn shook her hands in front of her: ”You’re not pushing me anyway, I’m going to dream of Jamie Lee Curtis…er…not what I meant, exactly. I’d better catch some good night’s sleep. Have classes tomorrow morning”. Willow had an overt smile on her face now: “Okay, sweetheart, wish you a good night. Call me if there’s a monster under your bed”. “You’d squeeze it?”, asked Dawn with a fake fearsome look. “Yeah, sure thing!”. Dawn hugged them and left. They heard the door of Dawn’s room shutting, and welcomed that sound with a sigh.



“So you all creamy, dear”, said Willow. Then, blushing, the young girl babbled: ”Not in that sense, I mean, no sexual subtext intended. Because you know the “creamy thing” could be misinterpreted and I was referring to ice cream, not sex, at all. Ice cream, creamy. Got it?”

Tara smiled, her heart full of tenderness. Willow was so cute with all her shy babble, so similar to her stuttering, so familiar. It felt like home. Willow felt like home.

Tara looked into Will’s eyes, tears were silently forming on her pupils: something was pushing into her chest willing to explode outside. It was Bliss. “I love you, Willow”, she was only able to say, but with a hearty tone that stroked a deep, sensible chord in Willow’s own emotions.

They hugged, as close as possible, their bodies trying to embrace the bottomless sea of their affection, while every single inch of their flesh seemed relieved under that warm, sensible touch.

“I love you. I love you, too. With all my essence.” murmured Willow, nearly touching her girlfriend’s ear with her lips, sending hot shivers down Tara’s spine.



AND NOW THE NAUGHTY PART



They parted, but kept staring in each other’s eyes. When she felt it was safe to leave Tara’s wonderful squeeze, Willow took a seat, stretching her arms on the table. “So you woke up…” “Yes, what happened to my clothes?” “Nothing bad.”, said Tara, with a fake concerned look in her eyes. “Okay. I’m up, so think I’ll use this whole lotta time to fix the B-Bot.”, Tara just nodded in the general direction of the BuffyBot, that was lying, headless, on an armchair. “I was too tired for this kind of activity yesterday night- continued Willow- and it’s not wise to leave it there that way. She seems a broken doll…-her green eyes darkened-looks like it’s not healthy, for Dawn, I mean.”

Tara tried to look into her lover’s eyes, but Willow had hidden them from her. “You miss her, don’t you?”, the blonde girl lent a hand for Willow to catch it. “Just…could we just skip the subject?”. “Great-Tara’s face assumed a kind, patient expression-let’s talk about ice cream. What do you mean for “creamy”, you wicked vixen?”. Willow burst into a light-hearted laugh.

“I meant-a smart, alluring smirk appearing on her lips-you are all for the creamy tonight”. “Want to taste it?”, how could Willow resist such invitation? Tara plunged a spoon into the cream and handed it to Willow’s mouth, that sucked it, licking it carefully, never stopping looking at Tara straight into her eyes. “How can you be so shamefully flirtatious at two o’clock in the morning?”, the redhead asked with a teasing tone in her voice.

Tara half smiled, then answered: ”It’s all your fault!” “I’m a good girl, you perverted me!”, Tara’s eyes widened: “What? Which of the two was having naughty dreams minutes ago?”

They laughed, then tenderness melted her hearts and they got close, close enough to kiss. “Want to know what I was dreaming of?”, Willow asked. Tara swallowed her own sigh down. The closeness of her Love’s lips and breath was too much for her to stand without thundering inside. “Yes, let me know. I want to ear it…”, she murmured, breathless.

Willow started telling her, without moving away, her lips almost brushing Tara’s while she weaved her story. “I was with you. I’m always with you.”, “Yes.”, “We were in the woods, naked, lying on the grass underneath a tree. A moonlight shadow covered your silky skin…”, the young witch stroked Tara’s left arm, making her squirm a little under that delicate touch.

They closed their eyes, and beautiful pictures of each other’s white skin suddenly appeared to them. “Can you feel it, Tara?” Tara moaned, trying to catch her breath. “Can you feel the touch of the soft green leaves under your body? They feel like this, don’t they?” Willow ran her fingers under the sleeve of Tara’s t-shirt, slowly moving towards the armpit. Her sensitive fingertips were now caressing a small spot of flesh, right under the joint. “They are so fresh on your skin, they are fragile and strong at the same time…feel their wetness under your back, Tara, feel them.” Willow’s lips were now dangerously close to Tara’s mouth, but still not fully touching it. With her hand completely stretched Willow rubbed Tara’s armpit, then again, with slow movements, her fingertips began their travel to the collarbone. A strange sum of sensations were making the blonde witch dizzy, as if she had drank some honey wine: ticklish sometimes, then aroused, then soothed, she felt on the edge of something that was about to overwhelm her. “I know there’s something about you that is going to drive me crazy…and I want it to”, said Willow, settling her forehead on Tara’s, caressing her eyelids with her long lashes. The slender body moved towards her, around the table. “The moon is shining on your bosom, and a ray is darting on your nipples, Gods, I want to grasp it, offer it to you as a gift”, when she had said this, she sunk her hand deeper inside the cotton robe. Tara gasped as Willow pinched her nipple. She felt the need to talk, to look at her lover, but they were just too close and she kept her eyes shut, while her mouth fell a little open. “Willow, I’m dying!” “No, it’s life…can you hear that music? Can you hear the song Nature is singing for you?” Tara could feel Willow smiling on her lips, and she craved for a kiss, a strong hard kiss.

But Willow was still teasing her.

A fingertip circled the areola, and a growl of anticipation shook the blonde’s chest. Then, fast, Willow grabbed the t-shirt, from the inside, pulling it over Tara’s shoulders and tossing it away. The other girl was there, trembling, excited. She felt strands of hair pass on her neck and a warm breath hit her, making her feel a desperate urge for release between her legs. Willow licked her collarbone, while her nails kindly scratched on her lover’s groin. Her face was now touching the softness, and the tongue, open, was travelling onto the breasts. Willow lifted her head: her blow, drying the skin under her mouth, gave Tara goose-bump. “I know I can die if I don’t touch you…I wait for the wind to uncover the moonlight, and here you are, in all this world’s glory in front of me.”

Tara’s arms embraced a nervy back, and her mad hands pulled on the pyjama’s shirt’s buttons.

In that very moment, Willow kissed her nipple, hard, then with her tongue she licked it gently, then again her teeth pulled on it while the whole mouth sucked it. She did that again and again. Then grabbing the other breast she worked her way to the nipple, eating it, devouring it, then kissing it in the gentlest manner that could be imagined. Tara groaned and her breath came up in long, unsatisfied gasps. A fingertip was now teasing her bellybutton, and a soft, moist mouth was running from nipple to nipple. Willow was crazed, her hands kneading Tara’s gorgeous features, everywhere on that beautiful body. Then stopping, she seemed to need some rest. She placed her head, panting, on her Love’s chest. Tara stroked her red, smooth hair. They were half naked, in front of each other: Tara sat spread-legs on the chair and Willow fell on her knees, hugging her lover. Their nipples touched, they brushed one against the other’s as the two girls were moving in unison, trying to let every single fragment of their skin even closer to the other’s. That contact was mesmerizing, as their breasts rubbed on their chests, sending spasms to their laps. “Feel me, Tara, as I touch you, as I cover your body with mine, as I whisper in your ears…” The tips of Willow’s nipples were brushing harder and harder on Tara’s own breasts. They could smell the scent of their wetness between them. Tara reached to massage Willow’s belly, biting her neck, sucking every inch of it: she savoured the sweat that was collecting around her sweetheart’s collarbone, nibbling her pulse point, feeling her girlfriend’s longing.

Willow put a leg between Tara’s knees and brushed it against her wet centre: she could feel moistness pass through the fabric onto her thigh.

“There’s a cool breeze around us, but you still can feel my body on yours. I’m hot Tara, so hot.”

Tara slipped the palms of her hands further down on Willow’s back, to her buttocks. She squeezed them, pushing the pyjama to the floor. Willow moaned and let her mouth wander closer to Tara’s lips. She began to smitten her again, to breathe on her mouth, never getting to touch it.

But soon they had enough of that game: they grabbed each other’s heads and kissed.

Their kiss was full, passionate, their tongues entwined and their teeth bit their lips eagerly. Tara played with Willow’s ears as she pushed her tongue inside her lover’s mouth, exploring that cave, lost in a mindless rage. “I need to feel you naked, Tara”, said Willow in a suffocated murmur, as she guided her Heart’s shorts to the floor. They were still hugging, still their closed eyes couldn’t see, but the touch, the sensation of their naked, slick bodies next to each other’s was everything they needed to feel they were together. Completely together.

Willow kissed her, calmly now, pushing her wet pussy against Tara’s. The salt on her superior lip mixing with their saliva was driving her drunk, and still she wanted more. She bent and, scratching her nails on Tara’s inner thighs, slowly reached that divine dripping kitty with her mouth.

“I know the woods will see us. The trees all around are moving forward to protect us…”

She spoke, and her hot breath, so damn close to Tara’s pussy, sent flames of passion up to her Love’s heart. The tip of her tongue parted Tara’s lips. A heavenly velvet skin throbbed inside her mouth, as her lover panted, whispering her name, softly.

The clit felt rock hard while she licked it, pressing on it for a while, then slapping it, biting it, in an ecstatic rhythm.

Willow rubbed her fingertips on Tara’s nipples, her arms resting on her darling’s body. Tara spread her legs even more open. And Willow didn’t wait: pressing her skilled tongue on the very edge of Tara’s core, she slowly penetrated her. She fucked her, flicking her tongue inside her, deeper and deeper. Sometimes suspending her movements, the redhead witch tasted Tara’s soaking wet curls, teasing her swollen clit with the tip of her tongue, sucking on every drop of that nectar flowing from her sweetie’s pussy. Kneading her breasts, she fucked Tara, caressing her inner thighs with her ears. Images of grass and fireflies appeared behind Tara’s eyelids, as her eyes created false views of spotlights and odd colours. Her temples pulsed quicker and quicker, while she reclined her neck, moving towards Willow, allowing her to fuck her deeper, allowing her tongue to touch the profoundest spot inside her, while her erratic hands stroked those silky red hair.

The rhythm increased and back and forth, inside out strokes, took the place of the delicate rubbing. Willow felt Tara’s fingernails cling to her hair, while her secret muscles clenched around her tongue, till a sudden jump let her face totally sank in that taste, in that scent, and Tara came, screaming her name, panting.

When she recovered from the aftershocks, Tara bent to kiss Willow, to taste her own, still warm, juices on her lover’s face. Then, gently taking her hands in hands, she lifted her to her groin.

She set down her lover on her lap, carefully, as if she was the cutest puppy in the world.

Willow sat on Tara’s right thigh, abandoning her forehead on her sweetheart’s shoulder.

They were still there, together, their eyes closed, their hearts full of desire. Tara caressed Willow’s belly, just the way she had done before. Nipples touched her arm. She cupped them with her palms, teasing them, letting them harden inside her hands.

Willow was breathing on her shoulder: she could feel her arousal grow. She slid her open hand onto Willow’s pussy, stroking her inner lips. Then, oh so very slowly, she plunged four fingers inside her and fucked her. Her touch was gentle, but resolute, full of passion and care, full of love and gratitude. Tara could feel her lover’s excitement pour on her fingers from inside her, while the muscles sucked them, letting them inside, and inside, and inside with every thrust.

“I…I…Can you hear that Honey? Can…can you hear that cry? It’s Nature Honey…Nature cries out your name…”

Tara breathed in a hearty sigh, as Willow bit her earlobe, snuffling her forehead in her blonde, long hair.

“I can hear it, Willow. I can hear you”.

“Oh Gods. TARA!” she cried, as she came, in her lover’s lap.

Tara hugged her, echoing inside her body Willow’s released tension, echoing her lover’s pleasure with hers, feeling as if two hearts were beating inside her, and a beat stronger than the other was pressing on her right side.

They opened their eyes, finally. Their pupils hurt by the sudden light were covered with tears, tears of happiness.

“I love you, my Willow.”

“I love you, too.”

They hugged, and, still holding hands, recollected their pyjamas and underwear, guiding each other to the bedroom. Tara put Willow under the sheets, covering her. Smiling with a tender glow in her eyes, she laid herself on the bed, taking her sweetheart in a lovely, dear embrace.

Then, silently, she kissed her goodnight.

---------------THANKS FOR READING---------------

"Cunning linguist" GG

Keynes was right

[Lt Sticks]

that was great! sweet and hot at the same time, awesome!



~Sticks

A fire in my heart, reborn from the ashes...just call me Phoenix



I'm Under Your Spell, nothing I can do, you just took my soul with you...

[Washi]

Nice...

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"See? I've mastered this tact crap." Anya in Tears Of The Goddess by Lisa

[SaraBiga]

I'm sure you "have a precise idea of where you want to take the girls" !

[3peanuts]

Thanks for your support Washi and LtSticks. I'm going to post the next chapter soon...I'm afraid I've already lost control of Tara... ...and it's only chapter II, Gods: I'm scared in a positive way



See you very (I wish) soon...

"Cunning linguist" GG

Keynes was right

[the vamp nurd]

x 10.

Sorry I missed church, I was busy becoming a lesbian and worshiping Satan



Bardlet no #27

[Stroke of Luck]

Wow



That was a lovely and sweet story want more



Cu

SoL/Natti



This is a duet, Amber! You need to sing!"- Tony

[LostWithoutTara]

Smuterific!



Tender and sweet yet INCREDIBLY hot.



More please...

[barnabasvamp]

For your first fic, that was totally hot!!



Definitely write more.

BV

"When choosing between two evils, I always like to take the one I've never tried before"-Mae West

[sam7777]

Great fic. I love stuff set in the summer between season 5 and 6 and with all the good parts in and the other parts out. I love how you portrayed Tara's desire overwhelming, shy and considerate all at once. And so much love. and the naughty part was very nice

[3peanuts]

First of all the kisses and hugs:



the vamp nurd you're very kind, thanks a lot for reading .



Stroke of Luck yay! My first *thud* I won't forget it, thank you



LostWithoutTara wish you'll enjoy the next chapters, I promised smoochies and there ya go!



barnabasvamp You're sweet as usual, thank you.



sam7777 I'm working hard on Tara's psychology, probably more than on Willow's. This will definitevely be a Tara-centered fic. Hope you like it.



Now the update.

A short note: I want to explore Tara's fears, without angst, but seriously. Moreover I wanted to put Will and Tara in a situation they haven't faced yet (I wish so: plagiarism is possible, cause I cannot read EVERY fic existing, so forgive me if this theme is old stuff for you.)

Plus: you'll get a lot of smut and tenderness. This chapter is a lil kinky, as Tara really rules. I don't like violence, but if you like pleasant torture, this is for you. Enjoy.

CHAPTER II

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“Good morning Dawnie!” Tara welcomed the girl with a solar smile on her face, her hair still ruffled and with a wrinkled pyjama on.

“Morning…” the girl yawned a little then took a sit at the kitchen table.

Tara was apparently making her breakfast. She had a spatula in her right hand, but she was fixing something outside the window, totally absent minded. It seemed for a moment that she was whispering to herself; then snickering, she began a low singing, as if she was under some odd sort of charm.

“Are you okay?”, asked Dawn, quite concerned.

Tara just nodded, her face covered with a beaming thirty-two-teeth smile.

“Oh, ‘cause it’s so…peculiar…”

“What sweetie?”

“You seem…er…dunno…too happy.”

“Is that bad, doc?”, she smirked, lowering her eyebrows.

“No, it’s just…not normal…”

“You better get used to this. It’s kinda self-explicative”, her answer was impossible to decode.

“Grown ups…”, Dawn commented, shaking her head.



A shuffling sound of slippers got to their ears and the two girls lifted their heads. Willow was there, all ruffled as Tara herself, with the same silly grin on her mouth. Dawn’s eyes widened.

“It seems quite a deja-vu, doesn’t it? Where’s my ice cream?”

“Here, honey”, Tara uttered, hiding a sneak sound of laughter.

Dawn peeked at them from behind her mug, shaking her head more vigorously now.

“Roundies or funny shapes, darling?”, the words were familiar, but they sounded a pair of octaves higher than usual.

“Okay! Now you’re gonna tell me what’s going on!”, she said.

“Nothing miss Dawnie” said Willow, with that funny puppy-dog expression of hers on her face.

“Spill it out! You’re all for the laugh thing and you seem mysterious as if you are planning to play a naughty trick to somebody.”

“No, I think we’re just happy…”, Tara reassured her.

“Oh that’s good!”, said Dawn, while Willow leant into her to kiss her cheeks.

“Do you have patrol tonight?”, Dawn changed subject.

“I think so, sweetie”, Willow answered without enthusiasm.

“You should be home more often at night…”

“You know that’s kinda difficult for us, honey.”, Tara’s voice sounded very kind.

“Promise me you will tomorrow night!”

“Well, I dunno…if…okay….”, Willow gave up the fight. She missed the intimacy of their evenings together too. She missed the domestic bliss she had always longed for when she was a little girl, and now had found in those nights, spent embracing Tara, with Dawn’s head nestled on her shoulder.

“Now I can go to school! Eh, remember you promised!”

“Dawn! Pancakes!”, Tara shouted to the girl, who were already storming out of the front door.

“Oh yes, I’ll eat them while I walk”, she grabbed two warm pancakes while Tara provided her of a pair of towels.

“See you guys”, they heard her saying on the doorway.

“See ya later, cookie!”, Willow murmured.

Then facing her mate, stared right into her eyes.

“Don’t tell me: I know I’m a stupid sentimental immature girl!”

“You are sentimental, and that’s good for me-Tara said, an understanding smile on her mouth-you’re quite immature too, and you know I like it, because it’s you, I always like you. As for the stupid…no, you’re not. You are if you think you are!”

Willow smiled back at her: ”Great answer, good explanations, some ideas on the immature part, but okay, good explanations!”

“I know she needs the same things as you, darling.”, Tara added.

“The very same?”, Willow giggled.

Again a half smirk appeared on the blonde’s lips.

“You are incorrigible!”

“Who, me? Nay!”, Willow winked, and snorted, her mouth full of pancake.

Tara gestured with her spatula as if she was about to spank her.

“Oh, miss Rosenberg needs some lessons!”, her spatula pointed between Willow’s eyes.

“What subject, ma’am?”

“Good behaviour, of course”

“Sounds interesting”, she gulped another slash of pancake down her throat, playfully looking at Tara.

The blonde girl reached behind her, and whispered in her ears: “Education, that’s it. This is lesson one, miss Rosenberg, and…-she paused to nibble her earlobe-pay attention! You don’t want to miss a word.”

Willow twirled on the chair to face her: “What if Dawn comes back? What if she’s forgotten something and rushes back and sees us? I don’t want to scare her. What if we scare her?”

Tara patted her lover’s cheek with the spatula.

“You’re not allowed to talk during my class, miss Rosenberg.”

“Oh if she comes back and finds you menacing me with a spatula, she’s going to freak out. You know teenagers, stuff, hormones, why don’t you wait? Why don’t we, for example, go to the bedroom? Technically, it’s still risky, ‘cause we live in the same house, you know, but…”

“Willow, please quit it!” Tara interjected.

“It’s gonna be alright: you’re safe, Dawn’s scooting to school. And I want to play a little. Okay?”

“Yes ma’am.”, Willow swallowed, smiling.

“You are going to learn how to be polite, girlie. You won’t interfere anymore! Why? Eh, because I won’t let you to!”, she leant to find Willow’s lips, but instead of kissing them, she bit them roughly. The redhead jerked on her chair.

“Be quite and submissive and nothing bad will happen to you. That’s the first rule: get it?”

Willow nodded: she was beginning to feel a little light-minded. And yes, she liked it.

Tara sat on Willow’s right thigh, caressing her girl’s jaw line with the spatula. Willow’s green eyes were fixed into hers: she could see a shadow of fear inside them, and a shyly hidden veil of arousal. Bending on her collarbone, she sucked hard on her soft skin, biting it, to leave a mark of her passage.

“Ouch!”, Willow whimpered, but Tara sealed her mouth with a voracious kiss.



Silence fell all over the house. It seemed time had stopped.

Staring seriously in Willow’s eyes, Tara ordered her to take off her clothes. The redhead accomplished, a little startled by that deep blue look. She stood there, her pyjama abandoned on the chair behind her. She felt the sudden impulse to put it in a more appropriate order, but a sigh from Tara distracted her. And soon the pyjama became a memory.

Two oceans were travelling on her body, and a flush of blood effused her cheeks. She didn’t know where to look, so pointed her pupils on her feet.

The blonde woman cupped her face, lifting it up. She could now see her, her tongue caressing her own canines.

“Oh Gods-thought Willow, instinctively closing her eyes-she’s going to bit me again…..that’s good…..bit me….bit me….”, she longed for the touch of Tara’s teeth on her body, instead, the girl murmured:

“Undress me.”

Willow’s hands were shaking, but they soon turned firm and steady when she began to push and pull on the soft fabric.

Tara was standing in front of her: naked.

She could feel the heat flying from her body reaching on her own.

A single fingertip began its trip across her navel. Then followed by a second one, touched her ribcage. That sensation was strangely soothing, but her body was over-reactive: she shivered, while goose-bump appeared on her arms. Tara moved a step towards her.

She was smiling: it felt reassuring.

Those blue eyes of hers were now intent and concentrated on Willow’s nipples. It was embarrassing, however her body, against her willingness, again reacted as if it was independent from her mind: her nipples hardened, as she was beginning to feel wet.

“Stoop…in front of me.”, was the blonde’s command.

Willow kneeled, looking at Tara’s legs, like two marble pillars.

The witch began to stroke her red hair, gently. That was unexpected: she was prepared to naughtiness, and now what?, Tara was caressing her head.

Willow stretched her arms, clutching around Tara’s knees. She lost herself in the touch.

Her lover ordered her to straighten up. And so she did.

“Kiss me.”

Their lips met, slowly massaging each other’s mouth. Again two fingertips began to travel on Willow’s body: on her back this time.

Her skin was now tense and sensitive. Tara knew that.

She abruptly pinched the flesh on Willow’s hips. A bolt thundered across her limbs. It was unpleasant but still desirable. Tara pinched a buttock, making her gasp. She tickled her sides now: Willow squirmed and tried to escape the touch. Tara, however, pinched her right arm, and she couldn’t push through anymore. The redhead hummed.

Tara stopped, letting her lover’s anticipation grow.

The silence was broken by sighs and moans. But still Tara was not touching Willow.

The red haired girl looked into her eyes, a begging expression on her visage.

Tara slapped her on a hip. Then caressed her, in the same point. The slapping had made her skin very sensible: she felt the gentle touch following as a stream of warm water.

Tara repeated her trick again and again on every spot on Willow’s flesh that she knew was most inclined to pleasure.

Then interrupted her ministrations. Waiting.

A whine escaped Willow’s lips.

But still Tara waited.

“Please, Tara…”, Willow’s voice sounded broken.

“Tell me.”, a nail scraped on the her lover’s white and pink skin around the hip.

“Tell me-Tara repeated-tell me what you want.”

“Release…”, her coarse voice was vibrating from inner craving.

A hot mouth descended on her right nipple, engulfing it. She growled.

Tara wetted her fingertips, playing slowly and teasingly with Willow’s curls. Her lover’s body was looking for something to cling to. She offered her shoulder, and Willow grasped it.

The blonde witch slipped three fingers inside her own moist centre, still sucking her sweetheart’s nipple, her free hand steadying her, pressed against her back.

With her hand covered with her own juices, Tara stroked Willow’s clit: it was hard and throbbing. She caressed it, circling the soaked entrance.

“Do the same to me”, the blonde sighed, watching her, staring into those emeralds.

Willow plunged her fingers inside her own slit: her hand was immediately coated with her own honey. Tara started a rocking movement, allowing her sweetie’s fingers inside her. They brought each other even closer. Their hips bucked. A short tunnel was formed by their bodies, their hands having barely enough space to touch the silky smooth skin inside each other.

They moved their hands in unison, fast, while their breaths were so close they could feel them mingle in their lungs.

They reached the edge together, crying each other’s names, biting their lips, in ecstasy.

Willow’s knees melted and she fell onto Tara, making her stumble to the floor, where they rested spent, satisfied, savouring the afterglow of their pleasure.



Naked, cuddled next to Tara, Willow sighed deeply.

That was a clear sign: Tara knew her lover was thinking.

“I was thinking…”, said Willow, as she propped herself up on an elbow. Tara rolled her eyes.

“I was reflecting on what we made.” the redhead continued.

“When?”, Tara wondered why Willow felt this compulsive need to chat after making love, while she just felt happy and complete resting in stillness next to her.

“Now…minutes ago, I mean.” she corrected herself.

“So? You didn’t like it, did you?” Willow’s post-sex speculations always made her feel insecure.

“NO! I liked it…er…I liked it very much.”

“But?”

“No, I wouldn’t call it a but…more a however…”

“I’m not following you…” Tara’s tension was creasing.

“I mean: we had sex twice in six hours.”

“Is that bad?”

“No. I was thinking that we should do something more lesbian.”

Tara’s eyes widened, in disbelief.

“I really don’t get whatcha saying darling: we had sex twice in six hours…isn’t that lesbian enough?”

“Not exactly what I meant…”

“Do you mean we should use…a-hem…toys, kinky apparel…stuff like that?”

“No! I still feel quite shy when we do kinky…”

“So what the hell are you trying to say?”

“Gods, I didn’t mean to upset you! I was thinking about something more within the community…”

“We’ve watched “Wizard of Oz” ten times already, sweetie”, Tara pointed out, smirking.

“I meant something political, you silly!”

“You cried at the end of the film, that was quite political!” she joked in answer.

“That wasn’t political, that was moving and…embarrassing…I loved the singing and Dorothy’s speech”

“I know. –she said gently-Want to prepare for a pride parade, then? It’s quite too soon…”

“I was thinking about the possibility of joining a group. I’ve read a lot of books-“Too many”, added Tara-yessss, now I…I want to test live experiments. That sounded weird: I was trying to say I’d like to meet people…”

“Gay people?”

“ Yup.”

“Oh that’s…”

“I’m taking this in a too schoolish way. I always take things in a schoolish manner. I don’t want to be the schoolgirl, right now. Do you think I’m too schoolish?

“Nope.”

“Oops. You’re doing that again…”

“What?”

“You’re speaking through monosyllables. That’s a no buono sign…..”

“I’m not.”

“Listen Tara: I don’t want to scare you. I just want to meet people…”

“People who are gay, who know that we are gay…”

“Yeah! The community thing! You should know about it, you’ve been out long before I was.”

“I wasn’t properly out, Will.”

“You don’t think it’s a good idea. Do you?”

“No, wait darling, I do think it’s a great idea…”

“So why the corners of your lips are trying to make friends with your chin?”

“Uhm?”

“You’re not smiling.”

Tara stroke Willow’s cheek, relieving her girlfriend from confusion.

“I think it’s a good idea, Will. Don’t worry.”

“So you’re in?”

“We’ll do this together.”, that answer didn’t fit with Tara’s facial expression. However, Willow didn’t linger on that subject, just hugged her, realizing they were still on the kitchen floor and that it was full morning now.

“Uh oh”, the redhead groaned.

“What now?”

“I missed classes.”

“Eh…this is not your first time. I’m beginning to think I’m really perverting you!” she giggled.

“Oh Oh Oh, I crack myself up!” Tara knew the meaning of that “Fake Santa’s laughter”: it always cheered her up. Willow was trying to cheer her up: that was so delicate and tender of her.

“Can we just rest on the couch sweetie? My back’s aching”, her smile was wider now.

“No. I want you here. I feel taller.”

“That’s the most twisted thing I’ve heard from you.”

“I don’t feel the shorter partner when we lay on the floor.” Tara rolled her eyes again.

“Oookay. Let’s stay here. So if Dawn comes back she’ll freak out.”

As predicted Willow jumped off the floor.

“I need a shower”, stated Tara, while trying to lift herself from the floor.

Willow kissed her forehead, while she was still kneeled.

“Me first!” she laughed, running to the bathroom.

Tara stood looking at her girlfriend, who was bouncing merrily to the bathroom door.

She smiled; then, hands on her hips, shook her head.

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Edited by: 3peanuts at: 6/26/03 2:46 pm

[sam7777]

The plot thickens. I'm looking forward to have Willow and Tara "out" with some other lesbians. It'd be fun to have them at a gay bar or at a pride event.

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I see dead lesbian cliches

[the vamp nurd]

nothing to say but this:

Sorry I missed church, I was busy becoming a lesbian and worshiping Satan



Bardlet no #27

[3peanuts]

I thank people who reads. You have my devotion. Grazie, grazie, grazie!



sam7777: yep, it's all going to be quite surprising



the vamp nurd: let's see how shy cute Tara is going to handle her feelings, a lot of coming...



Update...a teaser

I've been really busy with exams and stuff these days, so this third chapter is quite short. However, it really is precious to connect the first part of the story with what is coming next, so be patient. I'll write the 4th chapter soon, stay in touch.

Tara makes a choice in this chapter (you'll know by reading), that probably could be very interesting as a device to explore her personality. I found it coherent with the characters, but if you don't let me know.

Enjoy.

CHAPTER III

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“She’s worse than I thought…it’ll take a lot of work. Dammit!”, a spurt of oil stained her fingers.

Towelling her hair, Tara watched Willow’s talented hands work on cables and circuits inside the BuffyBot.

“Do you need some help, darlin’?”

“No thanks, I think I can handle this myself. See? You just put this into that and you knot the remains of the cable…”, Tara lost track of Willow’s explanations very soon, her lover’s words in a sort of blur, while her thoughts wandered to the proposal she had made to her while laying on the floor.

Why she decided to meet gay people right in that period, with all the problems they were facing, was a mystery. One thing was clear: the fact that Willow wanted to make new gay encounters made her feel oddly upset. Probably she missed Buffy more than she had considered. Probably she was asking for more attention. Probably she was going through a particular phase in her coming-out evolution. Probably…

“Tara? Are you here or in Avalon?”

Those words lifted the misty veil of Tara’s imagination.

“I should go to the Magic Box. Maybe they need help…and I am free having missed the morning classes”

Willow grinned: “Sorry for that.”

Tara seemed distant again.

“Are you sure you are okay? You’re making me worry now!”

Tara got closer and brushed her right cheekbone with a thumb wetted with her saliva.

“There! You had a little spot of oil…Will, it’s all okay.”

“You’re not sincere, why don’t you talk to me?”, her expression was preoccupied and tense.

“No, it’s just lack of sleep. Had a bad dream yesterday night, then you…we…made love and…”

“You should be working with me on those nightmares Tara. We survived Glory. We are together. Always”, she was gently kissing her hand now. She nibbled on every knuckle, breathing on them. The blonde girl felt her heart slowly open to her love, and delicately flooding into her chest.

“Nothing so alarming, dear. Nothing.”

“You know I’m here, do you?”

“Yes, my Willow.”

They parted, as Tara got upstairs to get dressed.

The redhead followed her with a concerned look. She didn’t mean to hurt her. She was not going to force her to speak. She was going to wait, patiently, for her to reveal her fears. She loved her too much: even if it had broken her heart into pieces, she would have waited for her to walk at her own speed. She was there. Firm as a rock for Tara to cling on. “Yes-she thought-I’ll stand right here and wait for her. I’ll stand, right here, yes sir. I’m not making a move. I’ll wait till she decides to talk to me. Yep, that’s wise.”

In that very moment she got to the kitchen sink, washed her hands and hopped fast up the stairs.

The door of their room slammed open. Tara stopped making the bed.

“W-Willow…”

“What?”, she asked panting.

“It’s me! I should ask you that!”, her voice didn’t feel angry, and Willow released the breath stuck in her throat.

They moved closer. Tara hugged her, and leaned to kiss her.

“Now you can tell me. What’s the matter?”, she asked.

“Just trying to get in touch”, the girl guided their bodies to the bed and invited Tara to lie down.

“Willow…are you sure? It’s late and three times in seven hours seems a little too lesbian…”

“Let me kiss you”, she said and began suckling her lips, lying on top of her.

“Mmmmhhh, that was good.”

“Now miss Maclay you’re gonna tell me.”

“Nothing…I tell ya.”

“I won’t make a move. It’s all up to you. Ask for help and I’ll be there.”

“I know.”

“I know you Tara, very well. I have to wait till the pain resurfaces from that dark pit. Sometimes it’s just too heavy to bear.”

“What?”

“The waiting.”

“No. This time no bad is going to appear. Maybe a white dove.”, she smiled.

“A white dove with pointy teeth?”

“No, a white dove. That’s it.”

Tara knew she was lying: that wasn’t the right time. She had to wait, too, while the fog became tangible. There was no reason to let her sweetheart worry. But, yes, she couldn’t stand the wait too.

Willow’s leg moved between her knees: she could feel her lover’s hands explore her body over her dress.

“What are you trying to do, evil sweetie?”

“You’ve been away for awhile. I’d call it re-acquaintance…”

“No escape…mmmmhhh…”



The phone rang.

“Saved by the phone. Blessed Goddess!”, Tara exclaimed.

“Let it ring…”

“It could be Xander, or Giles, or…”

“Okay that was clear! But don’t think you’re safe!”, Willow left her to answer the phone. She got up stretching her skirt.

“Hi Xan. You’re lucky, we’re home…er…had a lot of things to do here…”

Tara giggled guessing Xander’s questions from Willow’s embarrassed answers.

“Okay, I think so. No.”

The blonde girl delivered a kiss to her lover blowing on her right palm and closed the front door behind her, while Willow was still whimpering her protests.

The daylight felt so warm on her skin. She felt happy, and tired.

She fixed her eyes in the luminous sky and walked through the neighbourhood.

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[onyxsundrops]

Quote:

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three times in seven hours seems a little too lesbian…

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Does it really? Thanks for the update

[Stroke of Luck]

To much sex??? Is it really possible that some has to much sex??? Nah i dont think so....



Hope they speak really soon about that problem!



CU

SoL/Natti



This is a duet, Amber! You need to sing!"- Tony

[3peanuts]

Well, Tara didn't seem she was willing to push Willow away anyway



We all know how alluring Willow's evil plans can be



Thanks for reading people.

"Cunning linguist" GG

Keynes was right

[sam darls]

Hey 3peanuts..i love your fic, it's so good..more? Thanks, love sammi xx

[the vamp nurd]

more????????????????????????????



Sorry my question mark button got stuck!

Sorry I missed church, I was busy becoming a lesbian and worshiping Satan



Bardlet no #27

[3peanuts]

So people...after three exams, I'm back!



I want to thank every kitty who's been reading my fic...



onyxsundrops and Stroke of Luck coming naughtyness very soon and guaranteed hot



sam darls and the vamp nurd thanks, the story is developing



A note: 'kay, no smut in the next two posts: I finished chapter three here, but I didn't want to post the entire fourth chapter 'cause it's really long, so in the next post you find the A part of it. I'll post the B part as soon as Sarabiga ( ) finishes her beta reading. Don't feel disappointed, I think you'll find those sections very interesting. Btw, smut is coming up on chapter four B. Thanks for your patience. I told ya: NO magic probs for Willow

END OF CHAPTER THREE

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“Okay, let’s put it this way, Ma’am, we do not usually trust people who take things without paying.”

“I just asked if I could buy on credit.”

“Yeah, I know you are the gentle customer here and I know I now seem the bad shop owner…but I usually don’t trust…”

“Okay okay!”, the woman took a pair of banknotes from her wallet and slammed them in Anya’s right hand.

“Oh, thanks, see you, here for you”, she cheered up, counting the money.

Tara bumped into the gentle grumbling customer while stepping into the shop.

Anya’s face was radiant.

“I feel so happy when customers are so understanding!”

“I’m happy for you, then…”, she couldn’t hide a snicker.

“Looking for something?”

“I’ll handle this myself Anya. I’ll pay for this…”

“You’re gentle…and understanding!”

“I hope so!”, her smile was kind.

“I think Willow thinks the same of you. You’re kind and understanding. You’re pale…I bet you passed the night having sex? Am I right?”

“Anya!”, Tara welcomed Xander’s voice with a sigh.

“You are embarrassing her again!”

“She’s cute when she’s embarrassed, she turns all pinkish and red on the cheeks. I think she’s cute…not in a lesbian way, perhaps.”

Tara moved towards a shelf, visibly embarrassed now, and pondered on the candles and herbs there. Then with decision, she grabbed some ingredients and went to the bar to pay.

“Oh those are for an invocation, aren’t they?”, Anya’s look was investigating her, she hid behind her hair.

“No, it’s just an experiment…anyway I don’t think it’s going to work.”

Xander stood in front of her examining her face.

“Tara, are you sure you are okay?”

“Yes. I’m just tired.”

“You never make me so tired, Xander. I’m never white and spent like that, you don’t last enough time!”, the ex demon shook her head, closing the cash register.

“Oh God Anya!”

“You’re gonna make me all tired up tonight!”

Tara hummed a “bye-bye” and left, hearing Anya’s complaints fading away.

When Willow stepped into the shop Anya and Xander were still questioning about their sexual life. With a laugh badly hidden, she greeted them, asking about Tara.

“She knows tonight we’re patrolling, doesn’t she?”, Xander’s voice felt concerned.

“Yes, she does.”

“Yep, ‘cause you know Will, she was…weird…”

“What?”

“She seemed absent minded, lost in a daydream and left in a hurry, without giving me the possibility to say “bye”…”, interjected Anya.

“Oh. It’s just lack of sleep. Maybe she’s tired.”

“Hear that? I knew it: they’re always having sex!”

“Anya, please…”

Willow’s cheeks reddened to new shades of purple.

“A-hem, better to leave you guys…*cough*…settling your positions…that sounded strange…I’ll go check on her…”

“Ready to kick vampire ass tonight, Will?”

“Yes, Xander. And we’ll have the Buffybot ready, too. I only wish we’re not making till daylight again. I need to sleep.”

“Oh, well. Yes, you lack sleep too, ‘cause you guys are always…”

“Anya, again with that…”



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She was sweating…

The last thing she remembered was spending the night with a stake in her hand, looking for vamps who never appeared. The calmest patrol ever. The Buffybot had protected Tara and the others, Spike hadn’t said anything unpleasant to Dawn and they were happily in bed before two in the morning. So what was that strange feeling? She thought she was dreaming.

Silence was making her deaf, as a knot stuck in her throat made her pant heavily.

A drop of cold sweat fell on the tip of her black boot, while she kneeled trying to hide. The beast was snorting somewhere in the distance: she could feel its rage grow as the steps of large feet fell as stone, somewhere behind her. “Gods…what’s happening to me?”

She collected her red hair in a short pony-tail and, breathing in a deep gulp of humid air, begun her run towards a safer place.

She realized a gun, a huge gun, was in her left hand, while her right one was clutching a big rifle, a very big rifle.

“No phallic symbols in my dreams…”, she commented.

It was getting hard to see: dense smoke and vapour from the floor were making the atmosphere almost tangible.

She stopped in front of a metallic wall.

“Okay. No way out.”

The beast stepped towards her, still hidden by the corner. She could see a long, dark shadow becoming closer and closer. Her hair fell on her shoulders released from their restraints.

“Okay. Two options. First: Rosenberg option…I wait till something happens. Second: Ripley option…I run and kill the bastard…whatever it is…”

Ben Grimm’s face appeared on a screen on her left: ”It’s time to waste!”, he said.

On a farer green screen a woman blinked at her: ”Just do it!”

“Heck! Media influencing my dreams again…”, she whined.

Willow stepped onwards, covered by a red emergency light.

“Yaaaahhhhhhh!”, the moment after she was running, gun and rifle ready to fire.

She ran and ran and ran to the end of the hall. When she turned the corner, she saw it.

Tall, bumpy, the biggest mouth she’d ever seen.

“Ew!”, the beast’s saliva fell on her shoulder.

“Now I know the reason Sigourney Weaver undresses at the end of the film…”

“No, blockhead, it’s because it’s sexy!”, the monster took off its head, shaking its shoulders.

“Spike?!?”

“It’s sexy!”, he repeated, the mask under his arm, weaving a large gesture with the hand pointing to a little light shining through the blind-folding darkness.

“Tara?”, she murmured, her face opening to a smile.

“It’s sex: ‘cause we have sex plans…”, a voice reached her ears, making her turn her head to hear it better.

“We have sex plans…”

“Anya? What are you doing in my dream?”

“She has sex plans.”

“Who? Tara?”, the light dimmed.

“Tara…where are you?”

“She’s waiting…she can’t…”

“What? Anya?”

“I must be dreaming. I’m waking up.”

Willow opened her eyes, but suddenly felt lifted from the ground and knew she was flying. Her feet were naked, her body covered with a white robe. She had woken up inside a new dream. It was more realistic now, she could smell the scent of flowers around her.

“Tara? Where are you taking me?”

A sad face appeared in the sky…She couldn’t name it, it was someone she didn’t knew, but something made it very familiar to her.

She flew and flew for a time that seemed forever. Then she felt completely undressed, lying on silky green grass.

The tiny light appeared again, but she could stand that view no more.

She opened her eyes and woke up. She pinched her left arm, fearing it was another dream.

“Ouch. That’s real!”, she squealed.

Tara was sleeping next to her: her dreams seemed agitated as hers. The blonde girl’s fingers were twisting and turning the sheets.

“Okay…-thought Willow-Ripley option.”



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Keynes was right

[3peanuts]

Here! Enjoy.

CHAPTER IV, PART A

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Night had fallen on Sunnydale from a long time: Willow had fallen asleep right in the middle of the film, and so had done Dawn, her head on Willow’s lap. They were snoring and wheezing while the heroine struggled against immortal fiends. Tara smiled, looking at them, cuddled together like two kittens in a basket. They had promised a night at home with Dawn, and so they had done. They rented a movie, a horror one, because Dawn was in her “horror phase”. “Every teenager goes through a “horror phase”-Willow had reassured her-even on the Hellmouth!”.

She smirked, remembering the discussion at the shop about “Hellraiser”. “You can’t see sexual subtext horrors, young lady!”, Willow’s “young teacher” voice always made her want to laugh.

Her steps were soft and silent, clad in her training shoes. She tiptoed to hers and Willow’s room and, making no sound, she took the package with the magical ingredients she had bought at the Magic Box. She had kept it carefully hidden at the bottom of her part of the closet: the only space really private she had had since Willow and her got living together at the Summers’.

She retrieved the small candles she needed for her spell and a torch, then descended down the stairs, wrapped up in a long, blue velvet gown.

In the living room, the two girls were sleeping calmly and sound.

“Let them sleep”, Tara murmured, blowing a handful of purple dust off her right palm, towards the sleepy heads. The lights in the house dimmed, and the voices from the TV became lower and lower. “This should be enough for almost four hours…”; she leaned on them kissing their foreheads gently, then whispering some protection words, she caressed delicately their cheeks, a glowing light appearing and surrounding them. “No harm…I love you.”

She headed to the door and closed it behind her, disappearing soon in the still darkness of a midsummer’s night.





The breeze tickled her senses, relieved her from the sensation of the heavy gown on her shoulders, and from a heaviness more difficult to define, as a sense of guilty, building in her chest with every pace, leading her to the woods.

“I shouldn’t have lied to Willow. Let’s admit it. Why did I put a spell on her? I feel a shit right now…but how could I tell her what I were going to do, with all the emotional strife she’s going through due to Buffy’s death and all? How could I?”

She shook her head, trying to push those thoughts away from her mind, trying to stay concentrated on the spell she was going to do. However her steps increased in number, as if she was alarmed by something, or as if she was in hurry, crossing the town.

Hearing her own feet crack on the dead leaves startled her, waking her from her reverie, when she realized she was in the blackest core of the woods already.

She could feel the coolness ascending to the air from the levee.

It appeared to her, coated by the silvery moonlight, as she made her way across the trees that created a natural semi-circle around a flat stone.

The perfect altar, lost some place where nobody would have ever disturbed her.

A soft moan from the surface of the thin river welcomed her.

She kneeled to collect some water in a small goblet.

A reflection of her visage was broken by little vortices created by pebbles underneath the water.

The elusive moon, dressed of clouds, saw the young lady lighting the candles, sitting on the grass next to the natural altar.

Herbs and salt were put in a small ritual plate, pressed together by expert fingertips and enflamed with a magical sparkle. When all was ready, Tara closed her eyes, breathing in.

Rhythmically, she began to hum her charm. Magic words filled the place.

A chorus was echoing her voice: millions of voices exhaled between the trees, mingling with the rustling of the wind.

She could feel the singing filling her chest, breaking her heart. She stayed concentrated on her charm, her breath quicker and quicker, while unexpected tears ran on her face, falling on her gown, darkening the robe where they fell, unheard.

Her lips were almost close now: they felt dry, but still chanting. The temperature fell, and cold creeps crawled on her back. Before she could be sure of what she was feeling, her mind woke up to the reality: innumerable hands were touching her, some gently, some other more roughly. They felt like the fingers of blind persons trying to recognize her features.

“Please…please”, her wishful thinking was so powerful than almost broke the charm.

But she continued: she couldn’t stop now. She didn’t want to.

Suddenly she could see it: a halo, not different from the one that humidity formed around the shining face of the moon.

And that halo of light seemed to wander on the other side of the river. Then, as sudden as it had appeared, it stopped, and Tara’s heart stopped as well.

A luminous, thin beam, shimmered towards Tara: unable to reach her, it stopped, suspended on the river, reflecting on the waters that stilled unnaturally under it.

Tara opened her eyes, a beam of a warmer light, departing from her forehead, met the ray in the half way to the other side.

And she could feel the light enter her soul, shaking it, soothing it, embracing her entire essence.

She felt free to cry, overtly, heartedly.





“Mother…”, she sighed.

And the ghost disappeared, in a roar of water and a flash cutting the sky of the night.

A veil of mist evaporated from the levee. Tara thanked the spirits who had helped her.

They retreated in the dark green and blue between the trees: a sound as a long ohm died, and Tara could feel their presence no more.





She was done, ready to go home, wake up her sweetie and lead her to their bed.

She was about to turn the candles off when something unpredictable happened.

The light didn’t go off.

She tried again, puzzled, but nothing happened.

“Oh Gods…” she said, shivering.

Her fingers touched the flames: they seemed weaker, but as she took her fingers away from them, they seemed to gain new vigour and shine stronger then before.

A drop of cold sweat wetted her pale skin, her hair curled.

Her puzzlement was changing into a mad panic, when she heard a deep howl from the treetops, and a wall of stormy wind slammed against her body.

An explosion of butterflies covered her while the light from the candles grew to the sky.

She was about to cry, but she couldn’t speak or even move.

The light developed into a blinding lighting and the butterflies merged in a kaleidoscope of colours she was sure she hadn’t seen before, so bright, so powerful.





“Please stop it!”, she screamed inside.

The light expanded as a supernova. The only thing she was secure about was that it wasn’t her creating this marvellous, terrifying spectacle.

And in the very moment she was about to faint, the light contracted.

She almost touched the energy sizzling around her.

And the ball of light shattered in a billion pieces, as a mirror falling to the ground.

Every single piece soared to the sky, falling again on her, making small spots of pure light on her dresses as well as her skin.

She could move, and immediately stood up, stepping backwards to the river. She saw her reflection: she was literally covered up with light.

Her gown looked like the sky: a star-studded sky.



Then again, the fragments of light on her body united in a little well-known tiny glow, floating in front of her, close as to caress her. She recognized her Tinkerbell light.

She turned, and in the astonishment that crazed her, she saw her, smiling.

She smiled back, a moan of relief escaping her throat.

Her eyelids shut twice and opened again, as she was able to speak now.





“Willow”, was all she said.





“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“No big.”, answered Tara.

“I knew what you were going to do. And when. Anya told me you bought the ingredients for an evocation.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“I know. You don’t have to justify your choices with me, Tara. I know you. I love you.”, the smile on Willow’s lips was tender, somehow reassuring, somehow understanding, somehow forgiving.

“How did you…”, she was interrupted, by Willow’s sigh.

“I felt it.”

Tara looked into her lover’s eyes, trying to read her thoughts.

“I felt it-Willow repeated-I felt your kiss.”

“When I…”

“When you kissed me on the forehead. I felt it. It was as a sharp wave of hot water raining down on me.”

“It broke the spell.” Tara’s chin fell on her chest, as her own eyes fixed on her shoes.

“It didn’t. It did a different spell. Just for me and you.”

The blonde witch lifted her eyes, as Willow stepped towards her. The shadows that had protected her revealed her to Tara’s full sight.

And only in that instant she realized Willow was naked.





Willow was close enough to touch her. She thought that her lover was willing to kiss her, but she didn’t do anything.

The redhead just stared into her eyes seriously.

“Relax”, she said, but Tara couldn’t.

Willow stroked her cheek to ease her. She knew Tara’s heart was beating against her side.

She smiled. Her hands moved on Tara’s soft body, undressing her.

The blonde girl was naked, trembling. Willow kissed her gently calming her down instantly.

“What are we going to do?”, asked Tara.

“Just follow me.”

“Where?”

“Follow me.” And saying those words, Willow took Tara’s hands into hers and leaded her to the river.





They stopped on the thin wet line that parted the waters from the grass. Willow was still kissing Tara on the lips.

“I know you’ve been dreaming about him these nights. I could feel the fear invading your nightmares, making you shake and tremble in our bed.”

“Willow, I…”

“I know I’ve been too fast pressing you to meet people now, with all the problems we’ve been facing. But I really want you to know that I respect your needs, my love.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I’m not hurt. How was she?”

“Peaceful.”

“I want to free your dreams from your father. I wish you to be happy, beside me, for the rest of our life.”

Tara’s smile was passionate and she couldn’t help but kiss her, again and again, to feel that smile on her own mouth.

“I want your nights back. I’m taking our nights back, Tara. I want them.”

A confident look appeared in the blonde’s eyes, as Willow pressed her body against her lover’s, leading her into the water.

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Hey..Wonderful update ..Poor tara going through all that, but yay willow was there to help..love sammi xx

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Sorry I missed church, I was busy becoming a lesbian and worshiping Satan



Bardlet no #27

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Note to chap. IV B: naughty, tender, romantic, with "lots of magic" in it, a little ironic, that's how I would describe this chapter. Willow discovered a good way to quell Tara's fears. And we all know how incredibly kinky she can be...

Now that our sweet is ready and all her bad dreams are a memory, the girls will prepare to meet gay people as Willow was planning to. But you'll read all this in September, I'll write as soon as I come back home from holiday. Wish this chapter will satisfy your tastes till the next update.

You know I need feedback: this chapter was difficult to write, so if you have comments, let me know

A kiss, enjoy.

CHAPTER IV PART B

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“How’s Dawn?”

“I woke her up and sent her to bed. The Buffybot will protect her while we’re here, and there’s still the spell you cast on the house.”

“Willow, we’re here to do what?”

“I told ya. I want your nights back. They belong to me.”



Tara felt the wet, cold touch of the water hitting her feet. She shivered in Willow’s arms.

They walked through the surrounding waters: the perfect dark blue sky was shining on them.

Pale reflections of the moon were cut as they walked further into the river.

Tara clung to Willow’s shoulders, hiding her face against her neck.

“It’s all so perfect…”, she moaned.

“What?”

“You, my Willow, the night, the cool breeze…”

They kissed passionately, embracing each other.

The level of the water was almost at their chest, but Willow didn’t stop.

When they were under water to the neck, Willow pressed a leg between Tara’s knees, caressing her back.

Their hair was getting soaked, but they still couldn’t break the kiss.

“What are you going to do?”, the blonde witch asked.

“You’ll see”, was the response.



Grabbing her sides, Willow pulled her under water. Tara was startled, but trusted her sweetie completely: she took a breath in and pushed her head underneath the surface.

She opened her eyes: Willow was looking at her, her face crowned by a cape of dancing hair in the fluid, pushed and pulled by the currents.

The image in front of her was amazing: the light from the skies filtered through in dimmed colours, her lover’s visage appeared as a painting, white and shining, centred around two gentle eyes, circled by a cloud of red hair. The last thing she saw was Willow smiling, then stood up to raise her head and breathe. But something forced her to stay right there. She felt Willow’s hands clutched around her wrists and gasped.



She couldn’t believe this was happening: she needed air, badly. Why was Willow…she was thinking, when she heard a rumble inside the water, and saw bubbles ascending to the surface, tickling her sides. It was like the entire river was boiling.

She forgot she needed to breathe. Wave after wave, it seemed the current was opening. Her last breath was escaping her mouth. Her body was contracting, trying to set her wrists free. Her heart pounded full of surprise and fear. She instinctively closed her eyes.

When she opened them again, she realized she could breathe.

In front of her, Willow was standing, stroking her forehead, setting her wet hair delicately behind her ears. Air invaded her aching lungs. Little pools were collecting around her feet.

A screen of pulsing liquid was all around them. She stretched her hand to touch it, and the hand sank through the material. It was water. She saw fishes and other small animals swimming at their sides and over their heads. The watery vault shone of strains of light from the atmosphere outside. Little grains of gold and metal ran into the water, glimmering thanks to a magical power.

It was breathtaking.

“Whoa…”

“This is my gift to you, Tara. Something new to dream about.”

And saying this, she pushed her lover to let her lay on her back. The sphere adapted to her movements as if it was created to obey every sign of Willow’s will.

“I want you to see the world revolves around you, my heart, my Tara.”

She laid on top of her, stretching her body so that it was totally in contact with Tara’s smooth, soft features. And they began to kiss again: their tongues met, dancing together, massaging each other kindly. They broke the kiss only to stare into each other’s eyes: Tara’s were glowing as if they were about to cry. Tears of pure joy collected behind her eyelids.

Willow’s pupils travelled on her beloved’s skin. She could see every fibre claiming for contact.

Muscles on her belly contracted and relaxed: searching for complexion, unable to decide whether to fight or to lose themselves in that sweet surrender. Responding to that mute call, her own body, too, began to dance, reaching out without a move, but relentlessly falling into Tara, as if her gravity point was outside her, centred around her sweetheart’s bellybutton, in the right middle of her delightful tummy.

Nothing would have stopped them: their craving way past that edge where passion and affection, love and sex, encounter, fusing one into the other as a river flowing lazily into the ocean.

Tara knew Willow was going to take her: to take her whole, body, mind, soul. Awareness of what was about to happen made her senses tense to climax.

Everything’s but a memory now: her father, her family, her past, her name. All she knew was Willow. All she wanted was Willow having her way, the least willing to disappoint her. It would have been easier to chase a waterfall than close herself to her lover’s wanting, needing. She was open, as always, as forever. And so was Willow. Rainbows coloured her red hair, her skin glistening under a dreamy shower of moonshine. Every legacy was abandoned, their past, the pain and sorrow, was forgotten, and the distance between their souls shorter than the distance between their loving flesh.

The only reason for living was to satisfy each other’s needs, tend their wounds, answer silently every question, without any doubt, without uncertainty, ‘cause they were one, they were whole, they were their own world.

They begged for another kiss.

When the tips of their tongues met, sparkles flew across the water, and the blonde girl felt overwhelmed, lost in Willow’s embrace.

The redhead nibbled her lips, suckling on them, while her hands stroked the silky blonde hair. Passion burst out from their lips and Tara took Willow’s tongue deeply into her mouth, sucking it voraciously. Her nails sank into Willow’s back, scratching with the right pressure to her buttocks.

They were breathing in each other’s breaths, drinking their own saliva, their tongues entwined, still demanding for touch and sucking and biting. Willow left Tara’s mouth, just to kiss her neck, nuzzling into the wet hair, strained on her lover’s breasts.

Tenderness was melting their hearts, wetness coating their bodies.

“I love you Tara.”

“I love you, too.-she paused- Please, Willow, take my dreams.”

“How?”

Tara took Willow’s right hand into hers, rubbing it all over her skin, indulging on her breasts, on her navel, on her thighs. She continued as if she was rubbing soap against her own wet body.

Willow could feel the flesh becoming hot and the blood within running fast unseen.

A jolt of anticipation made her heart jump into her throat, as she could feel Tara against the palm of her hand.

“Tell me, Tara. Tell me how can I take your dreams.”, her voice sounded hoarse, somehow resembling a groan, or the roaring of a tiger.

“I want you to…”, the blonde girl smiled, the sweetest smile.

“Wash me clean.”, Tara finished her sentence, and Willow felt joy flow into her veins. And desire grew stronger, eager.



A rivulet departed from the inside wall of the hollow, warm womb they were laying naked in. It snaked as quicksilver, ascending from Tara’s right leg. She felt it crawling on her knee, up to the thigh, changing colour as according to the rising temperature of her body. Pink shaded it, while it climbed upwards, caressing her inner thigh. Then a new, more intense red made it bright as a necklace of rubies, while it sank between her legs, soaking her curls. Turning blue, it went up to her bellybutton, circling it. It skimmed her breasts, rubbed her pulse point as a green line traced by a large crayon. Meeting her burning lips, it quenched her thirst, vanishing inside her throat and her belly. Finally, it disappeared, leaving a trail of drops suspended on her skin.



Willow hadn’t interrupted the eye contact for even a moment. She leaned on Tara’s chest and collected a drop of water lingering on her breastbone with her own feverish lips. A wave of pleasure crashed inside Tara’s wetness.

She wanted more. She searched every inch of skin for water: with the tip of her tongue she licked Tara’s neck, sucking the soft spot right under the earlobe. A hand ran on the blonde witch’s navel, caressing it. Willow nibbled her jaw line, demanding a kiss. As if trying to drink from Tara, she licked her lips, looking into the ripe mouth for the memory of the water she had drank moments before. The teeth were cold and the tongue felt smooth, cool after the satisfying gulps of water it had accepted. Willow sucked into Tara eagerly, as if her own life depended on the drops of water she could absorb from her. Their panting echoed within the sphere: sighs and moans echoed inside their bodies. And water turned into nectar, into wine on Willow’s own tongue, as she tasted it from her lover’s mouth.



The girls hugged, rolling on the bed of sands underneath their backs. Willow bit Tara’s pulse point, while her hands pressed her lover’s body against her own. The scent of her wetness was driving her crazy with desire and passion. She ducked her head. Her wet hair grazed on Tara’s bosom, while the delightful sensation of Willow’s tongue on her body made her squirm and moan. The redhead pressed a leg between hers, parting them, pressing a thigh against her throbbing centre. Willow’s teeth fell on her nipples. They bit them delicately, tugging, while the tip of her tongue brushed on them, making them harder and harder. Willow sucked her nipples into her mouth, fully, hungrily. Hands kneaded her breasts, as tender kisses fulfilled her with longing.

Licking her right nipple, Willow took the other between her fingers, squeezing it gently, while her thigh rocked against Tara’s core.

The blonde girl pushed more firmly against her lover as they began rocking in unison. A soft moan escaped Willow’s lips, when Tara stroked her back, allowing her body inside her own, opening as a flower. Bound within that amazing embrace, they stopped and savoured the incredible variety of colours and dimmed lights Willow’s magic was creating around them.

Staring into her sweetheart’s eyes, Willow began to descend deeply on her. Drops fell from the red hair on her chest, on her stomach. Immediately Willow sucked them away, leaving the skin wet of her saliva. She licked her way to Tara’s inner thighs, then stopped.



Tara could feel her lover’s breaths drying her curls, and drops fall on her thighs. She didn’t wait for Willow to move: she parted her legs under her, showing how wet she was, how aroused she felt.

The redhead bit her inner thighs, licking where she had bitten, caressing the sensible skin with her hair. Slowly, the tip of her tongue parted Tara’s lips: she could taste the wetness, her clit throbbing into her mouth. She licked it, sucking and tugging on it with her own lips.

Tara bucked her hips asking for more.

Willow rested her forehead on her lover’s mound, a small tuft of golden hair, breathing in the scent, like sea, of those salty, sweet juices. She wetted two fingers in them, entwining them in the soaked blonde curls.

Then, silently, she pushed them into Tara’s core. Breaths came quick and short, her lover’s voice was cracked in pleasure, as she felt inner muscles clench around her fingers, leading them deeper inside. Still thirsty, she licked carefully on Tara’s honey: she felt her move her hips slightly towards her face and hand. Her cries were stirring Willow’s arousal, her fingers entangled through her dampened auburn hair. The redhead quickened her movements inside her lover’s pussy. Pumping faster while her tongue licked strongly on the swollen, red pearl aching for release.

She fucked her harder, meeting every thrust of her hips. Her free hand moved up to Tara’s breasts and pinched her nipples.

Groans and whimpers met her ears as her Love neared completion.

Suddenly, with a stronger thrust, she collapsed, juices flowing into Willow’s mouth like a tidal wave. Aftershocks crashed against her and she felt drowned, drunk, mad, delirious.



They embraced, passion still untapped. Panting, Willow went up to Tara’s mouth, as if she was swimming for air, from a million fathoms underneath the surface.



Their lips met.



Tara’s hands gripped on Willow’s back, not willing to let her go. She turned her on the sand, to lay on top of her. Darting a charming look into her green eyes, she caressed her cheeks.

Her hands began to roam all over the white, perfect skin under her own body. She found her breasts, fondling them. Her tongue teased her nipples till they felt rock hard inside her mouth. She squeezed them between the tip of her tongue and her teeth, one before the other. Her hot breath made Willow shake and tremble, but she liked to torment her, letting her mutely ask for contact, for closeness.

A hand moved behind her neck and pushed on the blonde hair to press that full, soft mouth onto the awaiting flesh. Willow spread her legs wider and wrapped them around her lover’s butt to force her even closer into her. Their sweaty bodies shook together, desire growing inside them. Tara brushed her forehead on Willow’s body, while moving towards her pussy. She needed it, she needed the taste of her baby, just like she had drank her own.

Willow grinded into her and grasped her tighter, pressing her thighs against Tara’s shoulders now.

The blonde girl didn’t stop.

A warm, moist spot met her lips as she descended the curly mound of her lover.

She pressed them hard to Willow’s clit, causing her to whine and buck against her chin. Tara responded filling her lover with her tongue, making circles inside her.

Willow let out a profound, throaty moan: her breathing got faster as Tara moved her tongue inside her, making her mind spin with it.

Knowing she was close to the edge, Tara pulled slowly out, circling, sucking, licking all the ruby, hot skin around Willow’s clit. She ate her again and again, moving her mouth up and down, back and forth.

The rhythm increased. Willow swayed and rocked, matching the tempo of Tara’s strokes.

Hands played with her bosom, fingers rubbing the nipples at the same pace the flat tongue grazed on her clit. Tara suckled on her pussy, sometimes pushing onto the hot entrance than retreating to nibble on the clitoris again.

Willow cried, her legs engulfing Tara’s head. She cried again, calling her name.

Then arching her back, she tumbled into an abyss of pleasure.



Water around them had turned purple. Then a white stream had cut through it.

Finally, a blue silence fell on them, resting as dew on rosebuds.



“What was that?”, asked Tara.

“My Ripley option.”

“What?”

“I was thinking about a way to tame your fears. And it popped up to me that talking wouldn’t have helped if you were not willing to open your heart to me…”

“Sorry.”

“So I decided to do something, but didn’t know what, then your kiss woke me up, I looked around me and Dawn and you weren’t there, and I thought that, ‘kay, it was the right moment, to act, I mean, to help you through.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome!”

They giggled, embracing tenderly, protected by waters.

“How did you do this?”

“All this? Oh, just magic.”

“You, my Willow, my red haired little mermaid…”, she hugged her.

“Well, technically we’re not under the sea, and there’s no Sebastian out there…”

“I saw him swimming around this sphere…”

“When? While we were making love?”, Willow’s eyes widened.

“Yep. He was lurking outside the liquid veil…”, her tone was full of laughter.

“That red crunchy perv!”, responded Willow, with a fake serious flexion in her voice.

“Disney’s cartoons are not as they were when I was a baby girl!”, she added, concerned.

“I love you, Willow.”

“I love you too…”

“So what are we going to do?”

“Oh I dunno…since I don’t know how to reverse the spell…”



“What?”, Tara’s voice sounded very high, while she straightened up on an elbow.

“Just kidding eh eh eh!”, Willow mocked her.

“I should whack you with a ruler! You wicked witch, you startled me twice tonight!”

“When?”

“With that spell on the bank of the river: I was about to freak out! Then you almost let me drown!”

“I didn’t mean to wait till your last breath, but suddenly it seemed funny to see you afraid with that begging look in your eyes…”

“You kinky beast!”, she slapped her softly on a cheek.

“A-hem, sorry to communicate to my queen that I have to break the bubble now…”

They stood up, still hugged.

“Ready?”

“Ready for you, my Willow!”, she smiled.

“You’re not going to get mad at me, are you?”

“No, why should I…” she didn’t get to finish the sentence. She heard Willow whisper a low “Recursat!” and cold water crashed on them.

“Oh damn!”, numerous profanities came out from Tara’s mouth, as she tried to catch Willow, who was hurriedly running to the shore.

“Come here! Brrrr…”



On the grass, Willow wrapped a shivering Tara with the gown, drying their hair with a quick spell.

“You are paying for this, you know miss Rosenberg!”

They embraced, the warmth from their bodies heating them, while the summer breeze eased their trembling flesh.

“Home, now?”, asked Willow.

“Yes-Tara responded-home, with you, forever.”

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Edited by: 3peanuts  at: 8/2/03 1:04 pm

[sam darls]

Hey..aww, that was so amazing, and with the water..i loved it. thank you, love sammi xxx

[3peanuts]

Thanks sam, you're very supportive

"I like Amber Benson 'cause she's a proletarian" Sarabiga

Keynes was right

[Stroke of Luck]

Oh wow that was great.....and so romantic....haha and that cold water haha that was hilarious But now Willow has to cuddle Tara really badly to make her hot/warm again



Great update, more pls!!



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This is a duet, Amber! You need to sing!"- Tony

[sam7777]

I love the way you are dealing with the season 5 summer issues and how supportive Willow is of Tara. This is the Willow of season 5 the kick ass Wicca who could tend Giles' injury, take care of Tara and put up a magical barrier. I have missed her but she's here in your story. Thank you.

[3peanuts]

Late as the Easter Bunny on 25th December, I update my fiction with the 5th chapter. Chapter six is going to be up soon. The whole fic will take 8 chapters to be told, so only three chapters left.



I want to say "Thanks" to all the girls that have sent me e-mails about my work. You're too sweet



Stroke of Luck Yep, and you'll see how Will is going to take care of Tara in this very chapter eh eh eh



sam7777 Thanks for your support. Season five was so full of unfulfilling "not said" things, and yeah...I'm just filling the gaps in, my own way...



NOTE TO CHAPTER FIVE

Pure smut, pure tender smut.

CHAPTER V

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“A-ah-tchoo!”

“You okay Tara?”

“Still cold”



Willow had felt terribly guilty for the whole night. She had kissed Tara goodnight on the red nose, and just after that her lover had begun shivering in her arms, and…sneezing, a lot.

She put a t-shirt on and went down the stairs. Dawn was talking to the Buffybot about the weather; by the weird robot’s responses she had the sensation they were talking about Wonderland.

“’Morning Willow.” Dawn was smiling, relaxed.

“Good Morning, Dawnie. How did you sleep?”, her voice sounded concerned.

“Good, really. I feel so good I think I must have slept very deeply.”, Willow smiled back at her, relieved.

“So…How’s Tara today? I heard her sneezing…”

“She’s got a cold, I think.”, Willow hid her blushing face faking a yawn.

“A cold? In this season?”

“Cold is something you get if you get cold. Bathing in cold water for example, or sleeping without a proper cover”, commented the robot with a silly voice.

“Oh…oh…no. She’s just tired and stressed this period. You know, less defences...” The redhead’s babbling seemed to convince them, while she crawled silently, red in face, on a chair.

“She needs a good night’s sleep and a bunch of lacto bacillus.”, Dawn stated, trying to open a pack of oreos.

“What do you know?”

“It’s obvious. It’s what they say you need, on the TV medical shows.”

“Why are you eating cookies, little lady?”, Willow said, brushing her eyes.

“No Tara, no pancakes”, Dawn cut the conversation.

“I could do them…” , the witch offered with an intent expression, but her smile turned into a pout as she saw Dawn’s disgusted expression.

“I know I’m not good as Tara with those, but I could try…”

“No! I mean, please Willow don’t try. I mean, it’s okay, I must go…aren’t you going to classes?”

Willow had perfectly noticed how the young girl had shifted the conversation, but she remembered the last time she had tried to do pancakes and forgave her with a big grin.

“No. I’m not leaving Tara ‘till I know she is okay being left alone for the day.”

“’Kay. I’ll be back soon after school. Do you need me to buy her something?”

“No, thanks. I guess an aspirin will be enough.”

“Okay.”

Dawn grabbed her schoolbag and kissed Willow on the cheeks.

The redhead stood alone in front of the robot.

“What am I gonna do with you today?”, she asked it.

“Something naughty, I wish.”

“Where have you learned this stuff?”, her brow crinkled.

“A vampire. Guy. Some night ago.”

“Well, forget it. Because…”

A sharp voice interrupted her, she could feel in it amusement and mockery.

“Tell her why, Willow. I want to know that too.”, Tara coughed as she finished the sentence.

“Tara? What are you doing here?”

She didn’t seem to mind her lover’s question.

“Giles called. He needs the B-bot at the Magic Box.”

“I can go there alone if you think I can go”, claimed the robot.

“Of course you can go”, said Tara, half smirking.

The robot collected the ideas and went out of the door.



“Together, at last”, Tara reached Willow’s t-shirt grabbing her sides.

“Why, all this…?”

“Because I want something from you, my Willow. Something I need to savour alone.”, she pushed her lips on the corner of Willow’s mouth.

“What?”

“Revenge”, she answered, pressing against her red haired lover’s body.



Their eyes locked as their mouth opened in a smile. “I’ve been worried all night about you”, said Willow, hesitantly. “You shouldn’t have. You know I’m a big, healthy girl”, her smirk seemed so alluring to Willow, that she had to fight back the immediate urge for a kiss.

“Do you think she’ll get to Giles safe?”

“Who?”

“Buffy. I mean Buffybot.”, Willow’s head dropped onto Tara’s shoulder, feeling the warm touch of a soft bone under her forehead.

“Yes. I definitively think she’ll be alright.”, her tone was somehow reassuring. As always, when she felt in some kind of danger, thought Willow, her girl was able to soothe her.

“Fine!”, she exclaimed at last. ”It’s gonna be a good day at home.”

Her hand engulfed Tara’s cheek, stroking her gently. It felt warmer then a summer wind, silky, and pink, so tender. Clutching her t-shirt, Tara pulled Willow even closer, feeling her naked bosom brushing against the inside of the cotton robe, her cleavage right under the huge red and white number on it. Their lips touched, still smiling, then Willow guided Tara’s head to her to kiss her forehead and embrace her. But in the right moment her lips touched the skin…

“Gods!”, cried Willow.

“What?!?”, Tara’s look was surprised and startled.

“You’re hot!”

“Yeah baby-she half smiled-I’m real hot.”

“No. Tara listen to me…you’re feverish…”

“You gimme fever…”, she sang as an answer.

“You gonna be serious, for once? Go back to bed before you reach 90°! I’ll get you something to ease your fever!”

Tara nodded, unwilling to leave Willow, then broke the embrace and stepped obediently up the stairs.



Alone in the kitchen, Willow looked out of the window with blank eyes.

Then widening her smile, she approached the fridge. “Milk! I can do that: milk and honey!”

Fifteen minutes later a hot cup of milk welcomed Tara in her bed. A honey scent tickled her nose ascending in long spires of steam.

“That looks great!”

“Just for you, my Tara!”

Willow put the tray on Tara’s lap.

“Drink it slowly, it’s very hot.”

“I’ll be careful.”

Her hands absorbed the hotness from the mug, warming her heart and moving her to tears, while Willow closed the curtains.

“Thanks.”, murmured Tara.

Willow sat on the bed, watching the milk slowly flowing into Tara’s neck. The blonde girl flushed under the loving look of her sweetheart. “Now, my Tara, just relax and try to sweat.”

“Why don’t you help me?”

“Do you want me to make you sweat?”

A smirk and an inviting look asked her closer.

And so she did, falling into Tara as she would have fallen into a nest.

Their mouths melted together, a sweet taste of milk and honey met Willow’s tongue. She licked her lips as a baby, Tara stroking her hair.

“I really do think I love you…”

“Eh. I love you too, Willow”, she removed the covers, guiding her lover underneath them, next to her side, cuddled under her arm.

It felt so good, being lost in Tara’s embrace, lost in the sultry atmosphere of a summer morning, thinking about how long it would have taken before classes ended, school ended, and the three of them could have had free days, and mornings and long afternoons to play together. She suddenly thought about tests, and scores and family asking about her college successes…well, not exactly, she remembered the bored expression on her mother’s face when she communicated her scores with a radiant, then abruptly pouty, expression. By the way, she thought, summer had begun. She could feel it late at night, when, walking along Sunnydale city streets, she could feel hotness being released by the walls. All the hotness of the day, the same she were now grasping physically from Tara’s tummy, from the air that parted them underneath the sheets. The blonde witch sighed deeply, then looked down at a grinning expression, at the sparkling greenest eyes that she’d ever seen. “What’s up?”, she asked, gently. “It’s just…I’m starting to sweat, too”, responded Willow, merrily. “Do you wanna leave?”, “Never”, was the firm answer, and Tara eased herself further into Willow. A curious gaze met her chin. “What?”

“I’m asking myself how much I can love you…”, the redhead said.

“Not more than I love you.”

A challenging expression coloured Willow’s features. “I want to now how does it feel to see you from under the sheets.”, she said, ducking under the covers. She hid under them, so that all Tara could see of her girl was a strand of hair on her own lap and two liquid eyes peering at her full of curiosity, from the flower-patterned darkness of the insides of their bed.

“Hum…”, uttered Willow, whose voice sounded deadened by the robe.

“What do you see?”, questioned Tara.

“Lotsa things…”, a fumbled chuckle reaching her ears.

“For example?”

“Oh I see…Tarawaistband, Tarabellybutton, Tarathroat, Tarachin, Tarapointofnose…”

“Please stop it!”

They giggled, waving the bed up and down.

“Oh, look what I see…”, called Willow, “What’s this strange thing here?”

“No please, nooooahhahahahahhaha!”

Tara choked back an unsatisfactory gulp of air and started laughing and lurching on the bed, trying, but not willing, to push Willow away.

“Oh oh oh! My girlfriend’s ticklish!”

Hands clutched around Willow’s shoulders, pulling and pushing them.

“Do you wanna fight?”

They began playing, trying to push one another off the bed. And just when Willow seemed defeated, Tara didn’t push her any more, but grabbed her firmly, dragging her on top of herself. Their heads bumped one against the other causing another burst of laughter. Their chests moved up and down, lolling them. Finally, they caught breath, and sighed heavily resting tranquil into a hug.



They closed their eyes in unison, savouring the calm of the moment, feeling somehow languid, lazy, and free from boundaries, from the worried thoughts of the days before.



“I could die right now and I would be happy.” whispered Willow.

Not louder then a hush, Tara responded she didn’t want to ear anything like that. Shaking her head slightly, she just embraced her tighter. Moving slowly, the red haired witch crawled upwards and reached her mouth. They shared a long, passionate kiss. Then fell again into the same, comfortable valley their entwined bodies had created into the mattress.



“I’m real sweaty now!”, cried Willow. Then, with a daring smile, she just straightened herself up, sitting spread legs on Tara’s hips, slowly removing her t-shirt, pulling it up revealing a naked chest, opalescent under the stray rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains.

The cotton robe fell on the floor by the bed, with a dumb flup.

Tara stared at her dumbfounded, instinctively moving under her to allow her better on top of herself. Regaining her senses, she looked into Willow’s eyes, travelling fast on her whole body with an astonished gaze, taking in her girlfriend’s beauty, half stunned by a rush of strong desire burning inside her lungs.

“Now! Umph! That’s better!”, Willow darted a bold look to Tara’s blushing beautiful visage. “How wonderful can this woman be? - she thought to herself - And she’s mine, oh so darn mine…”

Silently, she rested her head on Tara’s chest, while her lover scratched lightly on her head as if she was petting a sleepy kitten.

Yearning built into their bellies, filling their limbs with tension. And unconsciously, their bodies began to rock together, brushing between the sheets.

“I don’t think that’s wise…”

“What?”, asked Tara, puzzled by the well known Willow’s ability to think a thousand things at a time.

“You should rest and I should let you rest, relax, instead of stealing you sleep and being here with you.”

“I want you here. I want you to be with me. I need you more than sleep.”

“That was clear…”, laughed Willow.

Breathing calmly and silently, the two girls slowly felt a soothing peace invading their hearts, overwhelmed by a profound sense of intimacy.

Unexpected emotions grew imperceptibly: letting her hands slipping on her lover’s skin, Tara stroked every bone she could feel resisting to the pressure of her feverish fingers. She massaged every inch of Willow’s back, every muscle, every vertebra, untying the knots tension had created, healing every ache, caring and tending the shoulder blades, the back of the neck to the hair. Turning on her back, Willow let her stroke her chest, her rib cage, her collar bone. Propped up on her elbow, the blonde girl stared her lover’s pupils, the liquidity and mobility of those green pools, deepening in emerald shades under her touch. She travelled on the line of two ruby lips, smiling back at her, she studied every freckle, every shape of neatly sculpted eyebrow; she waited for eyelids to close and open again, revealing the most tender expression she’d ever seen. A hand lifted from the bed and tucked a strand of golden hair behind Tara’s ear. She could hear the both of them breathing, leaning on a forehead full of thoughts, just brushing it with a light kiss. And suddenly this didn’t seem enough, her own skin craving for contact, for the sensation of the other’s skin with nothing else between them, separating them. Nervously she removed her top, and rested naked upon Willow, sighing content.

They kissed, savouring the mere togetherness of those precious moments.

Caressing Willow’s cheeks with her lashes, Tara reached the soft spot right under her beloved neck: she nibbled it, playing on the collar bone with her tongue, biting her way to the earlobe, finally burying her face in the auburn perfection splayed on Willow’s pillow.

They hugged, adapting their features as to form a cradle made of flesh and blood and bones, letting their whole bodies unite.

Willow’s fingertips twirled Tara’s blonde hair, her hands passing through it as through a velvety veil.

Squeezing into the embrace, Tara nuzzled further into her sweetheart’s neck, claiming her possession. And mutually they opened to the other, searching for pleasure, for a more full and complete communication, a soul-touching encounter. Looking for love. Sharing a passionate kiss, their limbs rocked against each other, their bellies joined, sending shivers down their spines. Hands moved unsatisfied up and down each other’s body, building up connection, blowing on the fire of their desire like a fresh breeze.

Unexpectedly Willow’s mind was silent, no other thought buzzing in it apart from Tara, and only Tara and their need for each other. And Tara was silent too: breathing in more and more fugacious breaths, in short, fast gulps of air.

Relaxing into their embrace, they felt safe, memories of other days, of other touches, every night and day since they met, floating around them, suspended then combed away by the gentle touch of a palm stroking their heads. Trying to fight back a strong wave of crave, Tara succumbed to Willow’s kisses, feeling, knowing her lover’s will was the same of hers. She cupped her sweetheart bosom with both hands, sliding on her sternum, leaving a trail of kisses departing from it and stopping on the chin. The red haired girl ran her thumbs lightly on Tara’s nipples, then smiling, she rested a finger on her lips as to impede any sound escaping from her mouth. The blonde witch choked back a moan when Willow caressed her nipples again and again. Stroking Tara’s face with her own cheeks, Willow could smell the scent of honey and milk travelling from her beloved’s teeth. She opened to a kiss, sucking that sweet taste out of Tara’s tongue. She sucked harder and harder, losing herself into that incredibly sweet touch. Grasping Willow’s bottom lip with her teeth, Tara suckled and played till it felt hot and full inside her own mouth. Groans escaped Willow’s lips as she fell in the rapture of that kiss. Whispering her name, she begged for more kisses, with the more seductive voice Tara had ever heard. The ends of golden silk swayed back and forth on Willow’s forehead as they kissed again and again. Biting her jawbone, Tara ran to her neck again, leaving marks as she tried to eat her lover alive like a prey still pulsating into her mouth. Willow’s hands grabbed Tara’s shoulders, clinging to her back indissolubly.

Pulled to her lover, Tara pushed against her body, and kissed her upon the nipples, gently brushing her sides on that milky skin. Four hands glided on two love-heated bodies, they hugged holding each other in a tight embrace. Tara searched for Willow’s bellybutton, letting her hair move over her love’s breasts.

Willow arched her back to meet Tara’s kisses, matching her desire with her own. Tugging gently at her sweetie’s hair, the redhead invited her to taste her even more, and so did Tara, licking gently, with large and slow strokes on her tummy. Shifting underneath the sheets, Tara descended on that plain valley of whiteness that was her lover’s body, placing caressing kisses on the inside of her thighs. Willow jumped a little, surprised and excited under those small touches, her soul filled with need. Lost in contentment, Tara felt lakes of love bathing inside her. Willow leant her head back, slowly opening to Tara’s tongue, like a vibrating flower, wet by dew. Delicately nails scratched all over her body, dancing till they met her belly again, then running to her inner thighs again. Then fingers slid between her lips, parting them, touching the very core of her pleasure, making her gasp, and cry a moan while her hands grasped the sheets. Tasting the wetness, the blonde girl rolled the flaming spot under the top of her tongue, taking it between the teeth, pinching as to bite it. Willow entangled her hands in her beloved’s hair, pushing her even deeper inside her. In that moment Tara clawed at her sides, making her scream in waves of pleasure. She could feel the same sensations inside herself, like a call from the within. She knew she could have died too, in ecstasy between her beloved arms. An echo in her mind and heart let her know happiness was coming.

Perfect happiness.

But the moment passed and Willow fell back on the bed, lifting Tara to her lips for a grateful kiss.

Still embraced, they shared a last, more intense kiss. Cuddled together they let the heat between them dissolve in a warm cloud of glow.

“I feel better now…”, commented Tara in a giggle.

“Yep….me tooooohhh…..”, Willow’s voice sounded hoarse, as she woke up from her pleasure.

“We’re all sweaty now…”

“Yeah…”, grinned Willow, dropping her head on Tara’s shoulder.

“What about tomorrow?”, she continued.

“What?”

“There’s a gay students meeting, tomorrow…”

“A-hem. Willow, I would feel rather embarrassed to meet people at college…and exposed to day light…”

“That’s silly of you.”

“It’s not a matter of courage, it’s that I need to start this slow.”, she pouted.

“Okay. Eh…we’ll start out slow.”

“As always...”, she said, wishfully.

“As always, My Love”. Tranquilly, a hug melted their hearts, and they quietly fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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Edited by: 3peanuts  at: 10/15/03 12:31 pm

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Holy hell! This is soo great. The style, the metaphors, the similes, the images, they just give us this whole impression of two things being molted into one. It's just... incredible. I love it.

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