Hi Kittens - Here is the promised update. Now I get to go pack for this stupid meeting.
Rating - Definitely NC-17
Health Warning in effect - get your gear and keep it handy.
Little or no angst just Willow/Tara and Tara/Willow goodness.
Have fun.
*****
Smiling faintly, Tara finished rolling her sheets up and stuffing them in a pillowcase. Such sweet dreams. Those alone were reason enough to smile, but after yesterday’s conversations Willow knew without any doubts how she, Tara, felt. And the thought of that warmed her soul.
She stretched her body upwards toward the ceiling and then bent over, placing her hands palm down on the floor. Her hair cascading loosely around her face, she came slowly back up to vertical, feeling her muscles pulling against one another. She glanced at her window. The sky had already lightened considerably, rosy-fingered dawn streaking it with color.
Willow.
She smiled warmly. Not a hard stretch at all to go from rosy and fingered to thoughts of her lover. Not hard at all.
Strawberries and Willowhand.
She shivered and took the few steps necessary to reach her desk. She lifted her cup to her lips and swirled honeyed mint tea around her mouth before swallowing. She liked this time of day, with its quiet and its newness. The only thing wrong with it was an absence of Willow. Maybe they could do lunch.
Her smile shifted to a lascivious grin. Maybe Willow could be lunch.
She swallowed the remaining drops of tea and set the cup in the sink for later. Scooping up her dirty clothes and bedding, she headed downstairs to the common area and the laundry. Fresh sheets would be nice. Getting them sweaty – with Willow’s help – would be nicer.
*****
Rush. God! Always rush, rush, rush.
Willow stripped the sheets from her bed and balled them up before stuffing them in her laundry bag. She whirled about and checked the time on the clock again. She would have maybe a half hour if she skipped breakfast and ran.
She’d thought she’d have plenty of time this morning, but she had awakened late after a night filled with dreams. She just sooo hadn’t expected to have to do more than make her bed. She should have, though – she had told Tara that she was close. It was just that that hadn’t happened to her in years. Messy, and – yuck. She wrinkled her nose. Tara had said she didn’t mind, and she really didn’t think Tara would lie – or even fib – to her. Maybe go a little evade-y from time to time, but jeez – she did that herself! There wasn’t a devious bone in Tara’s beautiful body. She grinned. Maybe she should set aside some time to look for them – and possibly other things.
She glanced over at Buffy as she closed the door. Still sound asleep even with her rushing around the room. She sighed. Nightmare-free Buffy could sleep like no one she’d ever met.
She turned right, tightened down her backpack, and sprinted down the steps.
Tara time.
******
Glancing at her clock, she bit her lip and pulled her robe back up over her shoulders. Time was running on, but at least she’d gotten the laundry done, made her bed, and showered. She shivered and fished her wet hair – cold wet hair – out of her collar as her hand reached for the doorknob.
Such a rapid knocker her visitor was! She pulled the door open a bit, and then swung it open wider as she saw who was standing on the other side. Willow paused just a moment, then rushed into the room past her.
“W-Willow?” She pushed the door closed, alarmed. “Is ev ….”
Her lover’s pack dropped to the floor and she found herself in Willow’s arms. Found her mouth being devoured by Willow’s lips. Her hand rose to rest tenderly against Willow’s face and she opened her lips to Willow’s tongue. Her other hand reached behind her lover and cupped her butt. She pulled Willow close, feeling her tremble.
“I want you,” Willow whispered hoarsely, tearing her mouth away to gaze into her eyes.
A rush of passion scorched her as her lover’s words registered. She suddenly ached with a hunger seemingly the equal of Willow’s, a molten core running from the back of her throat to her crotch. Her hand slipped from Willow’s face back and around, her fingers winding themselves within the red hair, and she pulled Willow’s lips back to her own.
She kissed her lover hotly. Her lips closed partially and released again and again as she fed on Willow’s mouth. She rocked upwards onto the balls of her feet, rubbing herself against her lover, increasing the slight difference in their heights, gaining leverage against Willow’s hungry lips. Willow-tongue slid within her mouth, thrusting and caressing. One of Willow’s hands brushed the side of her neck, tracing her collarbone; the other slipped within her robe. It caressed her side and back, slowly making its way up to her breast. Tara moaned and arched her back, pressing her breast into Willow’s hand. The thumb circled her nipple, making her gasp.
“Please!” she moaned, “…Willow!”
Her lover pushed her backwards, and she found herself up against the door where she’d held Willow just a few days before. Yes, she agreed silently. They had no time for the bed. Whimpering with need, Willow inserted a jeans-clad leg between hers and pressed against her thigh. Tara pulled her even tighter and they rocked together. Willow-lips left hers to nuzzle her neck near her ear. Warm breath heated her neck and she lifted a hand to the back of her lover’s head. Willow’s breathing was harsh and fast.
So desperately hungry!
But she could help. She shifted just a little and pushed her other hand between them. There. She could feel the hardness of the seam, Willow’s molten heat apparent even through the cloth. She pressed and heard her lover’s breathing hitch, becoming deeper.
Willow made her own shift, and Tara thrust herself forward onto the fingers that were parting the lips of her cunt. Her lover’s face lifted and she gazed into fire.
“You’re sooo wet,” Willow murmured; her lips stayed parted.
She swallowed hard, and gave a short nod. “W-Want … you.” She rubbed her fingers over the seam, pressing its hardness into her lover’s cunt. Willow pressed against her fingers moaning, her tongue caught between her lips. Irresistible.
Tara flicked her own tongue over Willow-lips and Willow-tongue. Willow pressed her back up against the door, kissing her hard. A fine sheen of sweat slicked her body, her robe now far too warm.
Her lover pulled her lips away, making her whimper, and whispered, “In?”
“Yessss … please.”
Willow’s lips had returned to her ear. The next question was almost a sigh. “Hard?”
Tara could feel Willow-fingers poised to enter her, to fill her. She trembled and answered, “And … fast.”
Kissing her neck, her lover drew her fingers back. Then she slid them rapidly through her wetness, stroking the entire length of her cunt before thrusting them into her.
She groaned, clutching at her lover. Head back, her teeth biting her lower lip, she thrust her hips to meet Willow’s strokes.
As Willow rocked against her thigh and fingers her breathing came in short hoarse sobs that Tara matched and used to spur on her own need. She was vaguely aware that Willow’s head had lifted from her neck and shoulder, that Willow was arching against her.
She felt their orgasms begin to overtake them, felt Willow’s spasms match her own. Hers built, a slow crescendo, and sobbing, she bit Willow’s shoulder. She felt her juices release to flow over her lover’s hand, and whimpered. Willow held her, thrusting fingers stilling to a slow caress.
Tara lifted her head and gazed at her lover through teary eyes.
“Tare?” A world of concern filled the green eyes. “I didn’t hu ….”
She shook her head, “N-No hurting here,” but was unable to explain. Her tears trickled down her face.
“Shhhh, baby, shhhh.” Willow-lips caught them. “It was just too good?”
“Yesss,” she managed to answer, then, “I bit you.” Her fingers lifted to Willow’s shoulder and she pushed the sweater aside to see the mark her teeth had made.
“Uh-huh,” Willow confirmed with a smile. “But that’s okay.”
“But, it’s g-going to b-br …”
“Tara, baby. I like it when you scream my name.” Willow kissed her, gently at first then more deeply. Pulling back, she whispered, “But I guess I also like it when you bite me. I want you to bite me often.”
Tara stared at her lover, desire flaring up through her body again. Willow released her and she bit back the threatened whimper. Looking into her lover’s face, she saw the same hunger reflected there.
“Lunch?” Willow asked. “Um, here lunch, not food lunch?”
She stood more erect. “Yes, here. That w-would be good.”
Willow stepped away from her. “Better than good, I think. I think it’s essential. I need my Tara time.”
“And my Willow-time. Don’t forget that.”
Her lover grinned at her. “I really don’t think I can. I want you sooo much. Forgetting is just not possible.”
Tara glanced at the clock. “I have to get dressed.”
“I know. That’s why I’m going over there.” She pointed at the chair. “Otherwise I think we’d miss the whole day’s classes.” Resolutely Willow followed up her gesture with movement. Sinking into the chair, she lifted one eyebrow. “Even if this is backwards, with the putting on and not the taking off, I am going to watch, Tara Maclay.”
Tara smiled. “I don’t think either of us is going to learn much in class today as it is.” She pulled the robe open and shrugged out of it.
“So we’ll be a little distracted. We can still get the assignments and …” Willow’s voice trailed off and Tara glanced over at her lover. Who was ogling her.
“See something you like?” Tara teased.
Willow tore her gaze away. “I didn’t know that my eyes and my, um, ….”
“Your crotch, sweetie?” She crossed over to the sink and soaked her wash cloth.
“Uh, yes, that. That they were that … connected,” Willow finished, still looking away.
Tara considered that for a moment and remembered Willow the night before, clad only in bra and panties, and completely untouchable. “Hey, sweetie.” She drew her lover’s attention back to her. Lifting her foot up onto the mattress, she angled her hips towards Willow and slowly wiped away the juices with her cloth.
Eyes wide, Willow almost stood and then squirmed backwards into the chair. “That is sooo mean!”
“Why, sweetie?” Tara lifted one eyebrow and smiled slowly as she finished freshening up.
“Because, I … we …. Damn!” Willow brought her heels up onto the edge of the chair’s seat. Wrapping her arms around her legs, she rested her chin on her knees.
Tara found her panties. While slipping them and her bra on, she explained, “Willow, I like that you want me. Um, no, actually – I love it. And when I tease you, I can see how much you w-want me and that makes me want you even more.”
“Well, I got my period in the night, so I’m, uh, all big with the wanting here.” Her lover blushed a little as she spoke.
“Oh.” Tara grinned and scooped up her shirt. “I wondered what the urgency was. Not that I minded. And sweetie?”
“Yeah?”
She crossed the room and knelt beside Willow. She caught up one of her lover’s hands. “Your cycle is not an issue for me.” She smiled her official naughty grin. “I still want you for lunch.”
“Lunch?” Willow squeaked out the word.
“Uh-huh.” Tara leaned forward and kissed her lover’s lips. “You – the supremely edible Willow – for lunch.”
“You’re sure? I mean ….”
“Willow, yes.”
“Um, okay, but, y’know, you don’t have to – but I kinda like that you want to,” Willow babbled.
“I more than want to,” Tara asserted as she stood. She pulled on her skirt and bent down to snag her boots.
“Tare, you’re going to wear those?” Willow dropped her feet to the floor and stood.
“I shouldn’t?” Tara asked, confused.
“Um, I love them, but laces, and boots, and well, it just takes so much time and I’d rather …”
Tara grinned and pulled the boots on in spite of Willow’s handwaving. “Well, I enjoyed it the last time.”
Willow sniffed her fingers and frowned. “I guess I should ….”
“Um, probably.” She chuckled at the somewhat stricken look on her lover’s face. “I’m not certain that eau d’Tara is everyone’s favorite scent.”
Willow grinned at her and edged past her to wash her hands. “You’re probably right. And I’d probably be horribly jealous if I found out it was.”
Tara finished combing her hair, quickly parting it and tying it off into two somewhat bedraggled ponytails. “There. More or less together.” She caught Willow up and turned her around. Their lips met in a tightly restrained kiss.
“Oh, god, Tara!” Willow broke away and scooted for the door.
Tara snatched up her jacket and bag and followed her. She pulled the door closed, locked it, and then turned to Willow, who was carefully remaining just out of reach. She advanced purposefully on the redhead, who giggled and dodged toward the stairs. That was the long way around, but Tara thought that was all to the good.
Willow let her catch her briefly in the doorway, and again a few steps down. Then it was her turn to bolt and be caught, and they kissed for several long moments on the landing. Kissing every few steps, they finally reached the common room, fortunately empty. There, out of breath, eyes shining, Willow pulled her into a kiss that made all the others vanish from her mind.
Finally, they parted, their hunger naked on their faces.
“Um, class?” Tara asked, her eyes diligently not looking at the stairs back to her room.
“Uh, yeah,” Willow replied. “But lunch. Yes, definitely lunch.”
Carefully not touching one another, they headed outside.
*****
Jo stepped out of the alcove beside the common room after the two witches passed. Vicarious smoochies indeed. Okay, she’d had to wait a day, and the catching had been wholly unintentional, but … wow!
She counted to herself as she went up the steps to her room. One really major one at the foot of the stairs, and then, uh, maybe one every two steps with 8 steps in a flight, so that made four here. Another couple on the landing, four or five in the next flight. And she thought there would have been one at the top. Probably more than one. So conservatively they had kissed twelve times and she thought she was under-counting, but of course she’d only had sound to go on.
Reaching the top of the stairs, she paused when she heard voices – Steve and Allen – presumably standing in their respective doorways. She stayed out of sight and listened.
“Were they ….,” Allen asked.
“Yeah, against the door,” Steve replied.
“And I almost came out to see what that thumping noise was,” Allen muttered. Jo could just picture the bemused expression on his face and clapped a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing.
“Well, yeah. They were definitely Getting It On!” Steve’s voice capitalized the words. “And you know something, Allen?”
“What?”
“I’m beginning to wish I was a lesbian.”
Allen snorted agreement and closed his door.
Jo waited until Steve’s door also closed and then dashed for her own room. Poor Steve. Poor Allen. They were out of luck there.
But she wasn’t.
Oh and the biting was very good. 
Willow didn't complain all that much though. I can just see her trying very hard not to jump on 
though. 
