Title: Friday
Author: Frensaca
Pairing: W/T
Rating: NC-17.
Feedback: Yes, please. I’m incredibly nervous about posting this, and would greatly appreciate any constructive criticism, or helpful hints you may have.
Spoilers: So you know the last 10 minutes in “Seeing Red”? They never happened. Tara and Buffy survive. Because I said so.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy own all within the Buffyverse. I do not, and will not profit from this. Please don’t sue. I don’t have anything anyway – I’m in college.
Notes: Thoughts in italics.
“Willow?” Tara Maclay called as she stepped through the front door at 1630 Revello Dr. Spotting a slim body in the corner of her eye, she turned and walked into the living room. “Will, baby is that you?”
“Nope,” answered a feminine voice.
Tara’s sights locked on the tall figure of Dawn Summers, the Slayer’s younger sister and former Key. She smiled. “Hey Dawnie, have you seen Willow?” She dropped her purse on the coffee table and continued. “We were supposed to meet at the Magic Box but I got held up at the super market. She’s not mad at me, is she?”
The teen smiled. “Actually, she didn’t go. I asked her to set up the laptop Buffy got me and she jumped at the chance. She’s been up there for the last hour.” She shrugged. “Sorry.”
“Oh it’s all right. We both got held up, not you’re fault.” She smiled
and tossed her car keys to Dawn. “I have groceries in the car, if you could please bring them in for me?” The girl pouted. “I’m making pasta tonight,” Tara added as an incentive before heading up the stairs. Halfway up, she turned and called back, “Lock it when you’re done, please.” She continued up and walked toward Dawn’s room.
“Will? You up here, baby?”
“Yeah, Tare,” answered the hacker.
Tara paused in the door of Dawn’s room, watching as the redhead crouched on her hands and knees underneath the teenager’s desk, plugging in a jack. She folded her arms and leaned against the door frame, smiling at her girlfriend. A smile that transformed into a full blown grin as her lover’s head connected with the desk above with a loud bang.
“Ow! Darn it.” Willow stood and rubbed the back of her head as Tara tried to contain her giggles. “That hurt.”
A full lip protruded in the most pitiful pout Tara had ever seen. “Aw, poor baby,” she said, moving to the other woman and enveloping the lithe body in her arms. “Want me to kiss it better?”
“No, ‘cause you laughed when I got hurt. You’re mean you big meanie.”
Tara leaned forward and nipped at Willow’s pouty lip. She asked innocently, “So then we won’t be playing ‘Doctor’ tonight?” She gave the redhead a seductive look from under her long lashes.
“We were gonna play -?” Willow took a breath. “No need to get with the crazy talk. I-I mean, I think I might have a concussion.” Green eyes sparkled as the hacker nodded sagely.
“Really,” Tara drawled before running her tongue along Willow’s soft, pink lips. She smiled a moment then kissed her girl soundly.
Willow moaned and pushed her body into the blonde’s as Tara’s tongue flicked and probed at her mouth, deepening the kiss. Tara backed her up against the hurtful desk and pinned the hacker there with her hips.
Their mouths parted, and each woman’s chest heaved as she took a gigantic breath of air before attacking her lover again. They moaned and sighed in unison, their hands finding the certain places that excited the other. Willow groaned as Tara’s lips attached themselves to her neck.
“Okay, so I brought the groceries in, locked the car, put water on to boil and - you two are making out in my room.” Dawn crossed her arms over her chest and stared at the women. “On my desk.”
Tara and Willow sprang apart, both blushing.
“Oh, hey Dawn,” panted Willow.
“So, are you done?” asked the teen, with a smirk.
Tara nodded. “Yeah, we’re done.” She winked at the hacker and whispered, “For now.”
“Eep.”
She glanced back at Dawn, “Want to help with dinner?” Tara smiled at the girl’s enthusiastic nod and headed down stairs, leaving Willow panting on the desk.
Willow watched Tara move about the kitchen, singing and dancing as she opened cupboards and rummaged through drawers. The curvaceous woman danced to some unknown rhythm, her blonde hair swinging wildly about her face.
Willow grinned and counted her blessings. How quickly could all of this have been taken away from her? The grin left her face and she shuddered as she remembered that day: the bullets, the blood, Tara’s voice. It all bombarded her mind as she once again realized how close she had come to losing her lover and her world.
Thank you, Goddess, she prayed as she saw Tara bend over in front of her, revealing the scar. Thank you for saving her and Buffy and giving us all another chance. Of course, she never forgot how lucky she was now. She had a family - a real family with Tara, Dawn, Buffy and Xander. Her eyes welled with tears of joy as she stared at her soul mate.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” The blonde’s voice startled Willow from her thoughts.
“Nothing,” she shook her head and wiped her eyes as Tara moved to her.
Strong arms wrapped around her waist and Tara pulled her into a soft and loving embrace. “Will, I know that look. Tell me what’s wrong.”
Willow’s fingers found the edge of Tara’s blouse and pulled it down a little, exposing the scar she saw only seconds ago. “Just this.” The tip of her index finger traced slowly over the raised, pink skin. “To think that a little more to the right and I would have lost you. Lost my world.”
Tara shushed her, blue eyes filled with understanding and love. “But I’m here. It went straight through; I went to the hospital and Buffy and I are fine. All healed and whole.” She sighed and pressed her forehead to Willow’s. “I’m not going anywhere, baby. Wild horses couldn’t drag me away from you,” she said, quoting one of her favorite songs.
Willow’s eyes widened at the “horse” comment. “Okay, I get it.” She kissed her blonde goddess. “But no more horsie stuff. They’re bad and evil and really scary.”
Tara laughed. “Deal. No more horsies. Now, go set the table or there will be frog talk.” She swatted Willow’s bottom, eliciting a yelp from her.
Willow left the kitchen muttering under her breath, “Slimy frogs, all small and cruel, and to think some witches use them as familiars, it’s just disgusting and gross, no wonder they were one of the Ten Plagues.”
Dinner was relatively quiet except for Dawn’s incessant prattle about high school.
“And then we had a math quiz. I hate math, there’s no need for it. I live on a Hellmouth, I’m never gonna use it.”
“Dawnie, while it’s true that we live on the Hellmouth, you still need math,” Willow spoke before shoveling a forkful of spaghetti into her mouth.
“Why? You guys never use it. I could be a witch and never again have to deal with algebra.”
Willow would have spoken up if not for the large amount of spaghetti in her mouth. Tara stepped in.
“Well, that’s not true. We use math a lot.” Dawn arched an eyebrow. “We use it to measure ingredients and certain formulas are needed to properly measure our circles and the angles of our pentagrams.” Tara silently willed Dawn not to see through her ruse.
Willow nodded and swallowed. “Plus, you need to be able to balance a checkbook when you’re older. So you will need math.” She paused and thought for a moment. “But probably not physics.”
A sharp kick from Tara bruised Willow’s leg and almost shut her mouth. “Ow! I’m just saying that most days, Hellmouthy life doesn’t exactly follow the laws of physics.” Willow pouted at her lover then winked conspiratorially at the teenager.
“Dawn, how about you clear the table. Willow, you’re washing.”
“Meanie,” whined the redhead.
“You love it,” Tara shot back.
That I do, thought Willow.
The women entered the kitchen to find Dawn filling the sink with soapy water. She turned to look at her surrogate mothers.
“Um, since Buffy is out patrolling again and you guys probably want to do some witchy stuff, can I spend the night at Kit’s house?”
Willow opened her mouth to object but Tara stopped her. “That’d be fine. Go get your things and have fun.”
The teenager squealed and ran to get her already packed bag. “Bye guys, love you.” She didn’t wait for a response as she bolted out the door.
Willow snuck her arms around Tara’s waist, reveling in the warmth of her lover. Bending her head, she nuzzled the skin behind the blonde’s ear.
“Does this mean I don’t have to wash?”
Tara gave a lop-sided smile over her shoulder and said, “Time to get wet, baby.”
Willow grinned. “I can think of some other things that might get me wet.” Her hands slid Tara’s shirt up and caressed the flat belly under her palms, running smooth circles over the baby-soft skin.
She groaned as Willow’s lips found her neck and both women growled as Willowteeth sunk into Tarashoulder. “Will…”
“Yes baby?”
“I want you,” the blonde moaned as Willow’s hands cupped her breasts, “to go wash the dishes.” Tara effectively removed her lover’s hands from her body, biting her lip at the loss of contact.
Willow pinched one of Tara’s nipples while simultaneously biting an ear lobe, whispering, “You’re no fun.” The redhead laved at the enflamed lobe and blew into the other woman’s ear. “No fun at all.”
Tara smirked and raised an eyebrow, both unseen by Willow. “I’m not, huh?” Before Willow could respond, she spun around and pinned the slim body between her own curvaceous one and the counter. “You've never said that before.”
Green eyes widened with surprise as Tara's thigh pressed firmly against the hacker’s sex.
Willow gasped as Tara’s nimble fingers began to undo the button fly on her jeans. All thoughts halted as the blonde’s digits parted damp, red curls. Both women moaned.
“Oh Will, you’re so wet,” Tara’s voice washed over Willow as the finger slipped into her core. Her blue eyes darkened and held a glint that the redhead had never before seen. It was almost predatory. “Is this all for me?” Tara asked. Definitely predatory.
A second finger entered Willow and she nodded. “Yes, it’s yours. I’m yours.”
Tara grinned and saw Willow’s hands gripping the counter so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She leaned closer to her girlfriend and ran her tongue over Willow’s mouth. Pink lips parted further, trying to draw Tara in, but the blonde held back.
“Do you want me to make you come, baby?”
"Yes!” Willow all but cried out as Tara thrust a third finger inside of her.
“Yes, what?” Tara braced her thigh against her hand, adding more pressure for her lover.
“Oh,” Willow moaned. Her head dipped back, exposing a tantalizing view of throat and cleavage to the other woman. “Yes please, Tara.” She kissed her lover soundly, their tongues moving in time to the blonde’s thrusting fingers.
Tara’s other hand snaked down Willow’s torso, pinching erect nipples through their cotton barriers before meeting smooth skin and soft red hair.
"Will, do you want to come?” The taller woman teased her lover as she brushed the thumb of her left hand over a small bundle of nerves.
“Yesss,” Willow hissed, her eyes closed.
Tara’s thumb moved in smaller circles, gravitating closer to the redhead’s clit. “Say it, baby. Say it and I’ll let you come.”
The redhead groaned as the thrusting became harder and deeper while her lover’s words flamed the fire within. She clutched the countertop until she thought her hands would bleed. Her eyes opened and she stared into dark blue eyes that reflected her love and desire. Willow moaned again. “Fuck me, baby. Make me come.”
Immediately, Tara’s fingers curled inside Willow, hitting the hacker’s sweet spot as her thumb found the redhead’s clit, pushing her over the edge.
Willow screamed her lover’s name as the orgasm ripped through her, stealing whatever muscle mass she retained, and sunk into Tara’s arms.
The blonde soothed her lover and pulled her fingers out of their tight confinement. Tara kissed her softly and buttoned up Willow’s jeans before holding her gently.
“Shh, baby. It’s okay. I’ve got you.”
In a while, both women recovered from Willow’s orgasm and straightened their clothing. Tara asked, “Can you stand baby?”
A head of sweat-dampened red hair nodded.
“Good. Leave the dishes. We’re going upstairs."
With a trademark Willowgrin on her face, the hacker followed her lover on shaky legs. As she admired the view of Tara’s hips swaying, her grin got even bigger. Time to make Tara scream, she thought.
As soon as they entered their bedroom, Willow grabbed Tara and pushed her up against door, locking it as her mouth descended on the full red lips of her lover.
Tara moaned as Willow’s tongue sought out her own. She let her hands slide down the lithe form, desperate to be closer. Her fingers slipped under Willow’s shirt and caressed the redhead’s back, marveling at how soft and warm her skin was. However, she didn’t have much time for that as Willow bit Tara’s bottom lip none-too-gently, eliciting another moan before pulling back.
“Can I have you?” Willow’s voice was lower than normal, but lacked none of its innocent sincerity. “Can I have you forever? Please?”
Tara paused. She didn't know if the question was meant to be a proposal, but it sure sounded like one. Suddenly, Willow ducked and her warm lips secured themselves to Tara’s neck silencing any reply the blonde had.
Deceptively strong hands gripped Tara’s waist and pulled her from the door to the bed in the center of the room. As they moved, clothes were discarded until both woman stood naked by the bed; Tara pulled back the comforter and laid down. Willow watched mesmerized as ash blonde hair fanned itself out on the cobalt satin sheets. She smiled and climbed into bed with her lover who covered them with the thick blanket as their lips met.
This kiss was slow and teasing, with each woman taking the time to explore her lover’s mouth fully. Willow’s body placed itself completely on top of Tara’s and her hands dived into thick blonde tresses.
Tara’s legs fell open as she palmed Willow’s ass, pressing their hips together. They moaned in unison but it was Tara who begged for more. “Will, baby please.”
The hacker’s lips left Tara’s before turning up into a grin. “You want me baby?” Her voice was teasing yet her eyes held the same need as her lover’s.
Tara placed her thigh into Willow’s center, which in turn placed Willow’s thigh against her own. Moans grew louder as the women began to move; each pushing at the firmness of the other’s leg.
“Oh Goddess.” Willow lowered her forehead to Tara’s neck as they moved. The blonde held tight to her lover as their movements became frantic.
“Baby, look at me,” she begged. Willow’s head rose and they locked eyes, a silent understanding passing between them. “Come on Will, harder. Fuck me.” Their foreheads met and Willow’s thrusting increased.
Tara slid her hands up her lover’s body, over her hips and up her back, down her arms in search of Willow’s hands. Upon finding them, she raised their arms above her head so that Willow pressed more firmly down upon her. Fingers interlaced, eyes locked, torsos riveted and hips rocking, Tara and Willow became one.
Then began the panting. Primal groans mixed with grunts and gasps; neither woman really knowing, nor really caring, what she said. “Oh baby, oh Goddess, yes…yes, right there baby, oh! So close, please, make m- Yes! I’m coming oh Goddess! I love you!”
Tara screamed as her orgasm ripped through her, stealing any control over her body she had left. Willow wasn’t far behind as she came moaning Tara’s name. With a few final pushes, she collapsed onto her lover and the women melted into each other.
Breathing heavily, Tara straightened the comforter over them and snuggled deeper into Willow’s embrace. She kissed the redhead softly and whispered, “I love you, sweetheart.”
Willow smiled and kissed her baby back. “I love you, too, Tarebear.”
They settled down into their bed and each other’s warmth, a sleepy haze overcoming them as they dozed.
The minutes ticked by and the women drifted deeper into sleep. Tara’s last thought was of Willow’s indirect proposal. She wants me for forever, huh? She gazed at the pixie-like woman in her arms. She smiled to herself and contemplated a lifetime commitment, complete with matching rings.
That was fucking hot more please 
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... Naughty Tara is yummy...