Hey Kittens - Darcy and I decided to leave you all a little going away present.
This is NC-17 again
All standard disclaimers are in effect, plus...
Health advisory:
1) Do not forget to breathe while reading this fic.
2) Be sure to read in front of a fan or in AC or at the very least near a cold shower.
3) Do not attempt at home unless you have healthy knees.
Otherwise enjoy....
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Tara smiled slightly and backed up a step so that she no longer held her lover pinned in the doorway.
“Oww, damn …” Willow’s exclamation was accompanied by the soft sound of bare skin peeling away from the door.
“Y-You’re okay?” she asked, suddenly concerned.
“Fine, uh – just a little stuck, is all,” Willow said, smiling reassuringly.
“Need help getting unstuck?” she asked innocently. “That is, if anything else is, uh, stuck.”
Willow lifted her eyebrows, smiling broadly, and shook her head. “No, thanks – but I really enjoyed the getting stuck part.”
“I thought you did.” Tara traced the redhead’s lips with a fingertip. Her own lips parted as her lover’s tongue flicked over her finger. It had been more than a day since she’d felt Willow-tongue, and that was far too long. She captured one of Willow’s hands, lifted it to her lips, and brushed her lips over its knuckles.
“Come to bed with me?” Without waiting for an answer, she led her lover over to the bed. She released Willow’s hand and knelt on the mattress near the edge. Gazing up into Willow’s green eyes, she lifted an eyebrow as if to say ‘what are you waiting for?’
“You still have clothes on.” The redhead smiled down at her.
“So do you.” Tara pointed out.
“But less than you.” Willow countered.
“No, ma’am.” She shook her head and grinned. “I have my chemise and flannel long johns, you have your camisole and shirt. Two items each.”
One russet eyebrow slowly climbed up Willow’s face as she grinned back. “Ah, but your access to me is better than my access to you.”
Tara smiled coyly. “Think so, huh?” She pulled open the fly on the long johns. “There are buttons further down, too.”
Willow knelt on the bed next to her, a goofy smile on her face. “Really? Can I see? I’m good with buttons.”
Tara laughed. “Ah, but I don’t know that. I only know that you’re good with laces – like these.” She indicated the ones holding her chemise together.
“I can show you,” the redhead offered, leaning forward eagerly.
Tara met her halfway, her fingers weaving into the red hair as she pulled her lover’s mouth to hers. Willow returned her gentle kiss fiercely, tonguing her mouth, devouring her lips. Her lover’s hands were fever-hot against her skin as they explored beneath her loose chemise. She pulled her mouth away with a moan, shivering in excitement as Willow slowly caressed her breasts with her fingertips. Panting, she looked into the glowing emerald eyes. “Sh-Show me.”
Willow smiled slowly, and very deliberately withdrew her hands from beneath the chemise. They drifted lower – just the fingertips – over the soft flannel covering. One played teasingly with the fly’s opening, the other continued along its path in search of the hidden buttons.
Tara rested her left hand on her lover’s shoulder and walked her knees out a few inches to either side. She played with Willow’s hair with her free hand while she studied her lover’s face. Such concentration and amusement – and let’s not forget desire, she reminded herself. She knew that her own face offered those same things to Willow’s gaze. The green eyes contained something else, too – the same look they’d held just three nights ago, when they’d given her Willow’s trust.
“Y’know, Tara Maclay, these are very strange undergarments.” Willow’s voice was hoarse with passion as her fingers finally located the first button.
“Uh-huh. They’re m-modeled after old-style long johns, the unitard kind that you …,” Tara paused as Willow’s unbuttoning momentarily increased the pressure on her crotch.
“That you what?” Willow chuckled as Tara lost the thread of what she was saying.
“Th-That you didn’t take off in winter. Ohhh,” her fingers gripped Willow’s shoulder and tightened in her red hair as her lover tickled her curls.
“So, what you’re saying then, is that, …” This time Willow paused, while her fingers located a second button. “… once the buttons are undone, you can hold the fabric wide open?” She slipped her left hand up and began undoing the chemise’s laces. Leaning forward, the redhead rested a cheek against her chest and snaked her right hand between Tara’s legs toward her back in search of the remaining buttons.
“Uhnnn,” Tara was trying to agree, but Willow’s forearm pressing firmly along her crotch as she undid the final buttons was a major distraction. Biting her lower lip, she rubbed against the slender appendage. She felt Willow’s lips curve upward in a smile against her breast as her hand slipped within the opening and stroked her bottom.
“So beautiful,” she heard Willow murmur distantly, as the redhead’s lips gently kissed the now-bare flesh of her breasts. “But this ….” her voice trailed off.
“B-But wh-what?” Tara stuttered.
“This is a bit awkward,” Willow replied, “but I think I have a solution.”
Tara moaned as the redhead removed her arm, stroking her intimately as she did so.
Willow sat back, her right foot resting on the floor, her left leg curled beneath her, its foot tucked behind her right knee. Her eyes measured the distances, “I think this’ll work just fine.”
“But what about you?”
“Umm, in the doorway – three times, I think – I can wait a bit,” Willow glanced up at her with a wide grin. “Not too long, mind you – but right now I just want to please you, to concentrate on just you without any distractions.”
Tara smiled back, and steadying herself with her hand on Willow’s shoulder, she knee-walked the short distance until she partially straddled her lover’s left knee. Closing her blue eyes, she gave herself over to sensation.
Willow lightly stroked her body with the palms of her hands. Tara felt them travel first over her shoulders and back, then down to and over her butt. They slipped up under her chemise and caressed her skin, the fingertips leaving hot trails wherever they passed. Finally, Willow brushed the open chemise to either side of her breasts. Gently, the redhead lifted each in turn with her fingers, rubbing her thumbs over the nipples.
Tara arched her back, her body taut as a bow, offering her breasts to Willow. She felt moist breath for a moment, then Willow’s tongue as it curled around first one, then the other nipple. Trembling, she squeezed her eyes shut more tightly and clenched her hands in the shirt material.
“So, so sweet.” Willow whispered as she tongued the nipples, which hardened even further with her attentions.
Tara couldn’t bear it any longer. Opening her eyes, she looked down to where Willow’s tongue danced with her nipples. “S-Suck them, please.”
Willow smiled wickedly up at her. Turning back to a breast, she delicately took one nipple into her mouth.
“Oh yes,” Tara sighed, as Willow cupped it with her tongue and began applying a slow, steadily-increasing suction. She moaned as the redhead finished with a serious of rapid flicks of her tongue before releasing it.
“Like that?”
Tara panted, breathless – and totally confused by the question: did she like that or should Willow suck them like that? She stared down at her lover, tongue-tied.
The green eyes glinted with a hungry mischief. “Want more?”
She nodded sharply, and gasped as Willow immediately sucked the other nipple into her mouth. Her left hand released its grip on the shirt and entwined itself in her lover’s red hair. Her breath caught in her throat as the redhead used her lips to pull the nipple taut, and for a long moment she forgot to breathe as teeth replaced soft lips as the instrument maintaining the tension between nipple and breast. Then Willow released it to focus her attentions on the other one.
Tara quivered as her lover played with her breasts and nipples, her breath coming in harsh sobs. Her reality had narrowed to Willow, Willow’s mouth and tongue, and a fierce need that was still building.
“Yes, I think you do like that, a lot.” Willow spoke softly and raised herself up slightly.
Tara whimpered as the mouth abandoned her, then stiffened as Willow-tongue began licking her collarbones. Guessing her lover’s intentions, she leaned forward, offering her neck to Willow’s voracious mouth. She hissed as the redhead began to nibble her, and moaned as Willow-hand replaced Willow-tongue on her engorged nipples.
Gently Willow licked and kissed up her carotid, nuzzled her ear, and sucked her earlobe. “May I?”
Her senses were singing so loudly that it took her a moment to comprehend the soft, breathy voice in her ear. “Oh, yes.” Two words completed the understanding between them. She tensed in anticipation.
Willow’s mouth seared her neck with kisses, then hesitated. Firmly the redhead tongued one spot low on her neck as her hands drifted lightly downwards.
Again the tongue, and Tara moaned. One soft kiss followed, and she pulled Willow’s mouth tight against her. She felt it open, felt it begin to suck, felt Willow’s fingers slide through her curls.
Willow’s teeth were hard as they dented her skin, her fingers were rigid as they rubbed her clitoris. They delivered short, hard strokes that Tara thrust her hips forward to meet.
“Willow!” Tara held onto her lover as the orgasm shuddered its way through her. Slowly she collapsed onto Willow, whose forehead rested on her shoulder. At last she found enough energy to unwind her hand from the red hair and tip Willow’s face up to look in her eyes.
The redhead’s lips were parted and she breathed heavily. Her green eyes were mere slits, smoldering like embers as they met her own blue ones. Tara watched as the lips began to smile and prepared herself for the fingers to move again. She wanted – she needed – those fingers to move again.
“Wow.”
“Wow, indeed.” Tara echoed softly.
The eyes searched her face. “Tara, I want you. I want all of you.”
Two days ago, her response wouldn’t have been necessary. With the spell, and its aftereffects, Tara hadn’t needed to tell Willow how to love her, and Willow hadn’t had to ask her. They’d simply known how to please one another.
It was obvious that Willow remembered that as clearly as she did, but had also remembered that in spite of having been with a woman before, Tara was ultimately the less experienced one. Not quite a virgin, but not quite not.
“I know.” Tara kissed her gently. “Remember, I told you already – I’m yours.”
“You’re sure?” Willow searched her face earnestly.
She smiled lopsidedly and simply nodded.
“We can wait …,”
Tara interrupted Willow with a kiss, a fiercely hungry kiss. “No. Waiting.” She kissed the redhead again and lowered her lips to right beside an ear. She whispered, “I want your fingers. I want them inside me. I want you to make me scream your name. Are we clear, Willow Rosenberg?”
“Yes, ma’am. Perfectly clear,” Willow answered with a grin.
Gently Willow-fingers swirled over her clitoris, making her moan. Other fingers caressed her chin, teased across her lips, and she lifted her head to find the redhead less than a kiss away.
Softly, Willow spoke. “I’ll take you, Tara Maclay. But …” she paused, her lips curved in that soft, loving smile, “… you have to look at me.”
“Yes.” She agreed without hesitation, and as Willow gently caressed her, she looked deeply into the green eyes – eyes that were drinking in her every expression. Willow-fingers fluttered over her clit, making it hard for her to think. The room slowly contracted to three things: her lover’s green eyes, her dancing fingers, and the way they were making her feel.
“Hold me.” Willow advised softly. Tara’s hands found their grip on Willow’s shirt again as the redhead firmed up her caress.
In some ways it was like doing the spell again. They had watched each other intently then. This was no different, and the result was going to be the same – if reversed – with Willow possessing her. Their breathing synchronized, Tara knew when Willow decided she was ready. The fingers glided back between her slick lips, teasing her opening and making her moan.
Gently Willow slipped one finger inside her; probing, she slowly inserted another.
Tara felt gloriously full. This was heaven. Slowly Willow withdrew them, and she shook her head in wordless denial.
“So beautiful,” Willow murmured, and began to stroke in and out. The redhead used long firm strokes that massaged the length of her pussy, strokes that caught her clitoris between her fingers.
Tara licked lips that had gone bloodless and stared into the green fire in front of her.
“Harder?” Willow asked softly.
“Yessss, oh yes.” Tara groaned, gasping as her lover complied. Her grip on the shirt tightened and she chewed on her lower lip.
“Soon, so soon.” Willow whispered, her green eyes wide, thrusting deeply within her.
She’d been premature, she suddenly realized, as the pleasure intensified to almost unbearable levels – this was heaven. In and out, in and out. All that mattered was Willow’s fingers and her cunt. They pushed within her hard, then out, rubbing a circle over her center, a second circle then part way in, and out again. Circling, circling.
“In. In.” She sobbed her need, aware that tears were forming in the corners of her eyes.
Willow entered her with a hard, forceful stroke, then a second. On the fourth, everything exploded.
“Willow! Yes, oh, yes!” Tara screamed and twisted as the orgasm broke over her in waves. She cried out again as Willow wriggled her fingers. “Yes!”
Long moments later, Willow gently removed her fingers, but kept them between her lips. With her other hand, the redhead pulled her close. Strawberry lips fluttering over her face, collecting her tears, whispered, “Beautiful. You are so beautiful.”
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by xita » Wed Jul 24, 2002 3:44 pm 
I hope you have a great week!
Angie 
No, to leave them just standing there would be... very unfair. Hee.. 
too. I just had to use that icon. Perfect place for it, here in this thread.
That is if I can go to sleep now... LOL
...concentrating hard to return breathing to normal...*sigh*...okay...i'm able to thing a little better now...not wait...thinking about willowfingers in tara again...okay...that's it..i've gotta...ummm...go and...take care of...stuff...