by Charlie » Wed Dec 19, 2001 2:44 pm
OK, night before will get written. Am seriously busy at the moment tho, so it may not be tomorrow it gets posted. Don't kill me in the meantime, you can lynch me when it turns out shit and only then, K?
Snuggles...
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"Appalling. Almost as if they no longer believe money can buy happiness..."
by Charlie » Wed Dec 19, 2001 7:33 pm
You guys have insomnia and several large G&Ts (medicinal only, of course!) to thank for this… The Evil Charlie hopes you’re all reading this at work and are completely turned on in front of your bosses… (Good Charlie obviously had nothing to do with writing this fic...)
*toddles off to bed grinning wickedly*
Her Eyes – Part 6
They emerged from Antonio’s into a cool, black night. Tara tilted her head skywards and took in the stars twinkling above them. It was a beautifully clear night and the pinpricks of thousands and thousands of stars dominated the sky, as far as she could see.
She felt Willow move in close. Her lips grazed Tara’s upturned neck, just below the chin. Tara shivered at the touch. Willow kissed her way slowly along Tara’s jawline up to her ear, stopped for a minute to suck gently on her earlobe, then trailed her tongue ever so lightly down Tara’s neck to her shoulder. She pushed back the silk shawl Tara had wrapped round her shoulders, and began kissing the skin there, moving infinitely slowly down towards Tara’s breasts. Tara felt herself drift, her senses overloaded; her eyes drinking in the night sky and her entire body electrified at Willow’s soft kisses.
Smiling, she looked down at Willow, and slipping a finger under Willow’s chin, brought her face up to her own. She leaned forward and kissed her. The kiss lasted a long time but did not move further than the lightest touch of their lips. When they finally broke apart, Willow’s eyes were bright with emotion. Tara leant forward and Willow closed her eyes as Tara let the redhead breathe her in for a second, her breath wisping across Willow’s face. She dropped feather light kisses on each of Willow’s eyelids, drew back slowly and then waited for Willow to open them. Her green eyes were heavy lidded with desire as she slowly raised them to meet Tara’s. Just that look was enough to send pulses racing to Tara’s core and set her heart beating furiously. She smiled.
“I’m taking you home, miss, and I’m going to make you come until you forget your name!” Willow grinned back. “In fact, until you forget everything but my name!”
“I’m ready to scream!” Willow whispered. They both giggled, moving in for another kiss, deep this time, as Tara’s tongue probed Willow, searching and finding the desire that matched her own.
They reached Tara’s dorm room after running most of the way home, sweaty and breathless, but giggling and ecstatically happy. They had both shed their shoes at some point and run through the dewy grass of the park towards the dorms. She felt all too deeply the wonderfulness of being back with Willow and of being able to be silly with her again, of being able to be goofy and knowing that she understood and knew what Tara meant more than anyone else ever had. That inner self, the Tara who lived in fantasy worlds and in her dreams more than in reality, only Willow had ever met her in those worlds and shared the delight of them. Her Willow, who was at this moment slipping her arms round her waist from behind, while Tara fumbled for the key, and beginning to slide one finger lightly down the silk of the front of Tara’s dress. A single finger tip traced between Tara's breasts and down her stomach, and was heading further down as Tara squeaked, half with relief at finding the key and half because she felt like she was about to burst if Willow’s finger was allowed any lower.
Opening the door rapidly, she let Willow go in first and then, slamming the door behind her, turned and, very deliberately and slowly, locked it. She muttered two words in Latin. Willow was going to be able to scream all she liked tonight. No one would hear a thing.
She turned towards Willow again but didn’t look at her. Instead she walked to the CD system and, pressing a few buttons, flooded the room with soft music. She picked up a lighter and walked round the room lighting the candles that occupied every spare piece of space. Finally satisfied, she dropped the lighter and finally turned to face Willow, meeting the redhead’s eyes and smiling. Willow was standing, hands together, with a look of such expectation on her face that Tara felt like laughing. She walked towards her and, sliding her hand up under the red hair to hold the back of Willow’s head, she kissed her. First soft, and then hard, and then harder. Willow’s hands crept up to caress Tara’s face but one quickly became tangled in her hair and the other slipped round Tara’s shoulder, pulling her closer.
Tara felt she had waited as long as she could. Everything about the night had left her dizzy and desperate for Willow and now, in her arms, she felt herself erupt with desire. Her hands were everywhere, gripping her ass, sliding her thigh between Willow’s legs, doing all she could do get closer. She kissed a long, wet trail down Willow’s neck, loving the tiny moans coming from the redhead’s throat, and slid her hands down to pull Willow’s dress up. Standing back, she smiled when Willow moaned in protest at the loss of contact.
“I need you naked, baby…” Tara smiled. She slowly pulled Willow’s dress up, revealing first the mound of reddish curls, and then pulling it up and over Willow’s head. It dropped from Tara’s hand to the floor, forgotten. Unhooking Willow’s bra, it followed the dress to the floor. She stood back and stared at the girl before her, drinking her in, and then stepped forward and kissed her again. Her head dropped to kiss Willow’s breasts, amazed all over again at their perfection, as she slipped her tongue over and around them, kissing and sucking.
Willow pulled her up to kiss her again and Tara found herself gasping into the kiss. “I need you!” She caught Willow’s moan in her lips. “I need you… now!”
She pulled Willow down and gently lowered her to the floor. Willow’s hands were grasping at Tara’s dress and she let her pull it off, and remove her bra. Willowfingers were touching the black lace thong that she was wearing but Tara removed them, placed them on her breasts, and settled her legs either side of Willow’s torso, straddling her stomach. She spread her hands and oh so lightly ran her fingertips down Willow’s stomach, eliciting the deep moan she knew it would. Leaning forward, she began kissing and licking her way down the redhead’s body. Her neck… her breasts… her stomach… She looked up at the redhead and smiled. Willow’s face was upturned and her eyes were tightly closed. Tara ran a finger lightly across Willow’s lips. The redhead’s eyes shot open and she gasped, looking down at her girlfriend with desperate eyes.
“Tara… please!” she gasped.
Tara lifted Willow’s leg over her shoulder and traced a line down towards Willow’s cunt. The redhead was moaning, and when Tara plunged a finger into her, the moaning became a cry. Tara began a slow circling of Willow’s clit with her thumb and slid another finger inside. Her strokes were slow at first but as Willow bucked and rocked onto her, desperate for more of Tara inside her, she increased the pace. Another finger, and she curved them upwards, while sliding herself forward to take Willow’s nipple in her mouth.
“Oh, Godd… Goddess!! Tara! Ohhhh….” Willow was close and Tara shut her eyes, allowing herself to sink into the woman she was making love to. Her fingers matched Willow’s bucking and she plunged her fingers in and out as deep as Willow could take. She bit down on Willow’s nipple and pressed her clit hard.
“Tara…. Oh…. TARA!!!” Willow came screaming and her whole body tensed and stiffened as the orgasm shot through her. Opening her eyes to watch Willow’s ecstasy ride through her for a second, she moved to position herself between Willow’s legs. Before the pulses of orgasm had left her body, Tara was licking and sucking on her clit, biting softly and grazing it with her teeth.
“Tara!! Oh my G… TARA!!!!!!!!” Willow bucked under her mouth and screamed once more, and Tara continued licking, as she watched Willow writhe before her. As Willow sank back, exhausted, she slid her body on top of the redhead’s and kissed Willow with lips soaked in her own essence. Willow clutched at her, her tongue reaching deep into Tara’s mouth, and her hands caressing her hair and running through it.
“Oh, Tara!” she gasped into Tara’s mouth. “I love you! I love you, Tari…”
“I know, Will…” Tara kissed Willow again and again, biting her lip and smothering her face with kisses.
She laid her head in its place in Willow’s neck and listened to her heartbeat race.
“D’you remember your name?” she whispered with a smile.
“Memory gone… all blank…” Willow whispered back. Tara could hear the smile in her voice, despite not seeing it.
They lay, holding each other tightly, limbs entwined, for a long time. As their bodies cooled a little, Willow finally drew back and gazed into Tara’s eyes. Tara felt herself drifting once more. She loved this woman more than she could ever express, but somehow, somehow, looking into Willow’s eyes, she knew she expressed it all.
Willow smiled.
“Your turn…”
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"Appalling. Almost as if they no longer believe money can buy happiness..."
by tommo » Wed Dec 19, 2001 8:42 pm
Okay, I need to just go off and do a little spell on my own...
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"I can't, I can't. God, I need help...please help me...please...please..."
by The Rose » Wed Dec 19, 2001 8:52 pm
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Tara: My heart doesn't stutter.
Tara: Willow, I got so lost.
Willow: I found you. I will always find you.
Tara: Nobody messes with my girl!
by TaraManiac » Wed Dec 19, 2001 9:49 pm
-Liliana-
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She's My Everything...
Willow-Tough Love
by Rane » Wed Dec 19, 2001 10:48 pm
by xita » Wed Dec 19, 2001 11:41 pm
by tommo » Thu Dec 20, 2001 1:18 am
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"Bitter, party of one. Bitter, party of one." she muttered... ~ Four Months After by Capt. Murdock
by Charlie » Thu Dec 20, 2001 11:09 am
Her Eyes – Part 7
“Mmmnf…” Willow moaned as she drifted into consciousness, pulling reluctantly away from a warm dream about Miss Kitty getting trapped in a dark place and Tara coming to rescue her… “Tara?” Her eyes snapped open and found Tara’s smiling face in front of her own. Willow smiled. “You’re here…”
“Where did you think I’d be?”
“I don’t know… it’s just good that you’re here.” The blonde nodded and leaned forward to kiss Willow on the nose. “This is my favourite way to wake up…”
“And mine… In fact, it’s the only way to wake up, with my very own hot water bottle wrapped all over me…” Tara grinned. Willow scrunched her nose up at her, laughing silently. She was wrapped around Tara, lying on top of her with her arms and legs comfortably tangled up with Tara’s own. She shifted a little, raising herself up on an elbow, to look down into Tara’s face better.
“You have a pillow line…” she stroked a finger down the little dent in Tara’s cheek.
“Rumple face,” Tara smiled. “And you have morning hair,” the blonde reached up and ruffled her fingers through it.
“I think you actually mussed that up last night, vixen!’ Willow teased, poking her gently in the ribs. Tara blushed slightly.
“Hey, I’ve missed you… what can I say?” she grinned.
“Was I complaining?!” Willow giggled. “I love it when you take control. You gave me rug burn…” Smiling, she bent and kissed the blonde slowly, relaxing into her and only drawing away reluctantly. She nuzzled her way into the hollow of Tara’s neck, kissing the skin and resting her head there. Tara’s arms tightened around her and one hand began slowly stroking Willow’s side. Infinitely feather-light strokes that sent shivers of electricity racing round her body.
She allowed herself to daydream for a second. The first time Tara had ever touched her like this had been the moment she realised exactly what her feelings for the blonde really meant. Lying with Tara by her side in the park, Willow had lain watching the clouds puff themselves into funny shapes above her. She had been giving them silly names, describing the shapes they made to Tara, and Tara’s hand had begun stroking her side, just as she was now. It was subconscious, instinctive; something so completely Tara, the way she touched and reached out without thinking about it. Willow had lain there, feeling Tara’s fingers prompt a storm of electricity and desire in her body, and had felt more turned on in that time of quiet than Oz had ever made her feel.
She’d turned to Tara, feeling dizzy and breathless, and looked up at those blue eyes and suddenly realised who this girl was, what she meant, everything she would become. Willow sighed, snuggling further into Tara as she remembered.
“You OK?”
“Mmmm… very OK. Thinking about the moment I fell in love with you…” Willow smiled into Tara’s neck.
“Happy thoughts…”
“Very happy thoughts.”
“Are you going to take a shower with me before we go for breakfast?” Tara asked. Her voice was way too innocent sounding. Willow lifted her head and stared at her. Tara was struggling not to giggle, and the mock-sexy face she was trying to pull just so didn’t work.
“OK, miss! I’ll take a shower with you if you let me pick out your outfit for today?” Willow grinned.
“I’ll end up in leather trousers and a corset if you dress me…” the blonde half-complained.
“No, just a sexy outfit like the one you wore to the last Scooby meeting. I like you in tight jeans!” Willow giggled. “It’s spicy!”
“And you call me a vixen?”
“I just like the new and improved Tari…”
“I’m not ‘new and improved’…” Tara chuckled.
“OK, just new ‘Spicy Tara’ then! She’s hot, whatever!”
“And she wasn’t before?” Tara arched an eyebrow, stroking a strand of hair away from Willow’s face.
“She was, now she’s just hotter! Much, much hotter…” Willow giggled and squirmed delightedly as one of Tara’s hands tickled her side. Suddenly the blonde rolled Willow off her, flipped her onto her back and slid into place on top of her, settling her weight carefully. Her veil of silky blonde hair fell down until it closed them off in a tiny little world of their own.
“See, she takes control! I like…” Willow started. But the sentence was stopped by Tara leaning down and kissing her deeply. Nipping at Tara’s bottom lip, Willow let herself wonder how kissing Tara could get better every single time, and then all thoughts were swept aside as Tara’s tongue invaded her mouth, pushing, searching, exploring, and Tara pressed herself closer and harder into Willow, her body dominating the redhead’s. Willow moaned as Tara met skin with skin, until she was covering Willow’s body completely with her own, until every part of them was touching.
They drew apart briefly to stare at each other breathlessly. Willow regarded her girl for a second, drinking in her smile and the love in her eyes. Then she reached up to pull Tara down again. A tangle of lips and tongues and the sensations soaring through Willow overtook her. She was safe. She was found. She was home.
FINIS
Hope you liked. First post so cheers for reading, kitties. And thanks for the feedback – I’m my own worst critic and most of my stuff gets dumped before it gets finished, so other opinions are good - but you have to tell me if it's shit as well… (constructively!)
I have an idea I’m working on – the whole fic basically centres around Willow and Tara in bed together (not QUITE as smutty as it sounds!) but I ain’t sure if it’ll work yet. Whatever I post next, Kick-Ass Spicy Tara is staying!!! xx
PS. Wake up scenes rule! They lead to wake up sex!!!
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"Appalling. Almost as if they no longer believe money can buy happiness..."
by emily 'first' » Thu Dec 20, 2001 11:51 am
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vive,valeque.
by The Rose » Thu Dec 20, 2001 11:54 am
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Tara: My heart doesn't stutter.
Tara: Willow, I got so lost.
Willow: I found you. I will always find you.
Tara: Nobody messes with my girl!
by tommo » Thu Dec 20, 2001 12:30 pm
I don't think you'll find any resistance from the kittens. Heh.
Thanks for the waking up scenes. I do love them too. There's something really comforting about seeing Willow and Tara in these intimate moments.
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"Bitter, party of one. Bitter, party of one." she muttered... ~ Four Months After by Capt. Murdock
by xita » Thu Dec 20, 2001 1:44 pm
And as ruth said no complaints about a story that takes place in bed
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