Note: – Hi Everyone. Thanks for your patience.
Title– W/T Season 3 Y’all – part 20 –
Sharing Author– JustSkipit - Debra
Feedback – Yes please.
Spoilers–Season 3 through Band Candy and sort of Lover’s Walk, kind of Zeppo – you’ll see.
Rating– Part 20 – NC-17 Disclaimer – Willow and Tara and any other character that appeared in the syndicated television show “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” is property of Joss and Mutant Enemy, I’m only borrowing them and am not making any money off them Thanks. Lyrics from Eric Clapton song: Wonderful.
Thoughts in italics! Notes: To Stef who has been infinitely patient
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“What? What are you …” Willow trailed off as she took in the room. The room was very large with a four-poster bed centered against one wall. In the opposite wall was a fireplace with a fire already burning warmly. Standing on a table was a vase with what were obviously the 11 roses matching the one she carried. A white card stood in front of the vase with “Willow” written on it in Tara’s handwriting. As she looked around, the redhead noted the two familiar overnight bags in the corner of the room.
Grasping Tara’s hand, she pulled the blonde to her. She pressed her lips against Tara’s, lacing her fingers in the long blonde hair. Taking the initiative, she darted out her tongue, finding Tara’s mouth already open to accept the intrusion. Flicking it lightly around her mouth, she could taste traces of the sweet desert and the same wine that was making her lightheaded.
Pulling away, she asked eagerly, “how did you do this? I mean. When?”
Pushing the coat from the redhead’s shoulders as she talked and stripping her own, Tara placed her arms around Willow’s waist: “It’s taken a lot of sneaking around. James and Michelle both helped. James brought over the cases after he dropped us off. The restaurant called over here for them to start the fire when we left there. I packed for you while you were at class this morning. I hope I brought the right things.” Bending to whisper in Willow’s ear she continued, “actually I’m hoping we won’t need many clothes.”
She had barely finished the sentence when Willow again captured her mouth in a passionate embrace. While she kissed the blonde, Willow moved them the last few steps toward the large bed. When Tara felt her legs contact the bed, she sat down lightly, never breaking the kiss. She expected to feel Willow join her on the bed, but opened her eyes to see the redhead kneeling in front of her, her green eyes locked on Tara’s and her hands stroking the blonde’s face.
“Tara Maclay,” Willow softly whispered, “I love you. I want make love with you and share just how much.”
Tears pooling in her eyes, Tara answered, “Oh Willow. I love you so much.” Pulling Willow’s lighter, smaller body onto her own, Tara expressed her wishes with another passionate kiss. She allowed her hands to roam over Willow’s body and hair as she kissed her deeply. The blonde moaned with regret as she felt their lips separate momentarily but was appeased as she felt Willow lips softly covering her cheeks, nose, and eyes with baby kisses. “I love you,” the redhead whispered with every soft kiss.
Trailing her lips down Tara’s face, she moved to her ears, running her tongue lightly around the crest of her girlfriend’s ear. Nipping it lightly, she teased, “now I think you made a mark on my neck? I wonder how a matching one would look on you.” Moving her mouth hungrily down Tara’s neck, she stopped where the gold chain met skin at the pulse point. She lightly sucked the point, eliciting a low groan from the blonde. Moving to the other side, she continued her teasing: “or, were you talking about placing the marks inside bikini lines?” She trailed her hand down the side of Tara’s face to the base of her throat, drawing it along the neckline of her blouse as she spoke and was rewarded by a shudder from the larger woman.
Willow lightly slipped her fingertips just inside the blouse to trace the line of Tara’s breast, barely touching her bra. She wasn’t sure if it was the wine or the contact but she felt as if her skin were buzzing and her lips were on fire. Eager to quench their heat, she pressed them against Tara’s mouth once again.
Welcoming the contact, Tara grasped the back of Willow’s head, pulling her mouth tight against her own. Quickly, she allowed her hands to roam down Willow’s back to cup her small ass, pulling her body even closer. Moving her hands back up, she found the first button on Willow’s dress and began dexterously unfastening the closure. Pulling back, she started to ask, “is this ok?” only to have the question smothered before it could leave her lips. So hard was she concentrating on the incredible connection they shared through their kiss, that she did not notice Willow’s hand beginning its journey down her own blouse buttons.
As Willow finished unfastening Tara’s blouse, she moved it to the side and pulled back to view Tara’s beautiful skin. Encumbered by her now unbuttoned dress, she stood and silently stepped from the garment. Wearing only a long slip now, she lowered her body back onto Tara’s waiting form. Dipping her head, she placed one soft kiss on each lace-covered nipple before blowing softly on the closer one. Reaching with her left hand to cup her girlfriend’s breast, she lowered her mouth onto the other one. Softly she licked the lace, feeling it soften as it became more wet. With her hand, she pinched the other nipple lightly, feeling it harden under her attention.
Continuing to lick circles around Tara’s aureole, she whispered to her lover, “mmm. so good, so soft, so sexy. Mmm.” Switching to the other side, she bathed the already hard nipple in the same wetness. As she softly, teasingly, licked the lace material, she felt Tara arch her back, pressing her nub into her waiting mouth. “oh yeah,” she moaned taking the hardened tip between her teeth and sucking at the same time, only to hear Tara moan out, “oh baby. Skin. Please?” Willow quickly moved to unfasten her lover’s bra, releasing her breasts from their lace prisons. Returning her attention to the nipples, she pulled first one and then the other deeply into her mouth, spurned on by Tara’s insistent moaning and gasping and her hand pressing the back of Willow’s head. Then the pressure of the hand changed as Tara guided the redhead’s mouth back to her own and captured her lips.
Tara pressed her tongue into Willow’s mouth hungrily. Swirling it around and around inside, flicking the tip of the redhead’s tongue and touching every tooth. Pivoting them quickly, she moved her body on top of the smaller woman’s, running her hands over her silk-covered legs, hips, stomach, and breasts. As she lowered her mouth to her lover’s hard nipples, she slipped one hand under the lace covering and began easing it up. As it passed her mouth, she lifted her lips quickly, pushing it over Willow’s head and tossing it to the floor as the redhead arched her back, pressing her hard nipple into Tara’s waiting mouth.
Enjoying the attention to her breasts, Willow wanted more skin on her. She quickly removed Tara’s pants, tossing them to the floor. Threading her fingertips into the band of Tara’s panties, she drew back for a minute to look into those beautiful blue eyes: “are you sure baby?” Tara answered by crushing her mouth back onto the redhead’s moaning but Willow would not accept that answer. Again she pulled away asking, “my love. Are you sure?”
Standing quickly from the bed, Tara put her thumbs in the waistband of her panties before pulling them quickly over her thighs and down her legs: “Willow Rosenberg, I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life as this: I want to make love with you now and forever.” As she spoke, she pressed her body back against the smaller woman’s. Their kisses muffled countless moans and gasps as they explored their newfound nakedness for the first time.
Showing her devilish look, Tara licked the underside of Willow’s breast. “hmmm, now I think I mentioned making a mark right here,” she explained as she drew the soft skin into her mouth. Her attention was diffused by many sensations such as the exquisite softness of Willow’s breast growing red under her mouth and tongue and the feeling of Willow’s hands winding through her hair and the sound of Willow’s moaning. Running her hands over Willow’s breasts, she moved back up to kiss the redhead. As she did so, she allowed her leg to drape between Willow’s and felt the pooled wetness there for the first time as Willow gasped out: “Oh Goddess!” At the same time, Tara pressed her center against Willow’s dividing leg, allowing the redhead to feel her arousal.
Willow now shifted their position to again tower over her lover, still keeping their legs pressed against their dripping centers. Each movement elicited moans from the women as Willow trailed her hands all over Tara’s body and her tongue explored the other woman’s mouth. She lowered her hand to the soft curls at the base of the blonde’s stomach, beginning to play with them, curling them around her fingers and running her fingers down their length as Tara moaned out. Drawing up to look Tara in the eye, she then began lowering her body down the blonde’s, trailing kisses the length of her torso as she neared that triangle, her own excitement evident on glistening red curls. Pressing her face to Tara’s skin she breathed deeply her lover’s scent. Just as she had suspected and dreamed it had that unique Tara scent, only stronger and more sweet. As she was about to lower her mouth to place the first kiss, she felt the blonde’s hand on her chin. Looking at her dazed blue eyes, she was surprised to hear the blonde say, “my love. We have plenty of time for that.” “This time, share it with me,” she finished as she pulled Willow up the bed to capture her lips once again.
Both women kissed and sucked and licked each other’s mouth deeply and passionately, as their excitement became indistinguishable and indescribable. Lifting her body slightly without breaking lip contact, Willow kneeled to Tara’s side as she continued running her fingers through the blonde’s soft wet hair. Willow’s new position allowed Tara access and she moaned out in pleasure as she stroked her lover’s soft wetness with her fingers for the first time.
Lightly Tara stroked Willow’s outer lips, feeling the redhead shudder in response. Passing the outer lips, she ran her fingers along Willow’s wet channel and moaned out as she felt Willow mirroring her movement. Each woman lightly quested for the other’s swollen nub, flicking it gently with a finger or thumb. Gently Willow placed her index finger at Tara’s very opening, continuing her motion with her thumb. The moans muffled by hungry kisses continued as Tara suddenly arched her back, lifting from the bed and engulfing Willow’s finger while thrusting one of her own inside the redhead’s waiting wetness.
Breaking their lips apart, neither woman was aware whether the screams of passion and pleasure they heard were from their own mouth or the other’s. The connection that Willow and Tara felt was never as apparent as at this moment. It was impossible for either to separate the pleasure she was feeling due to being inside her lover from that she felt from having her lover inside her. In perfect synchronicity, as each woman thought “more”, she felt her lover slip another finger inside. Thrusting uncontrollably with the pleasure of Willow’s fingers, Tara opened her eyes, locking Willow’s to her: “I love you,” she told the redhead, as the first wave of her orgasm broke. No sooner had Willow begun to answer, “I love you Tara,” when, feeling her lover’s climax, she began her own.
Screaming in pleasure and release, Willow pressed her mouth back to Tara’s as if to drink in her screams and moans. Fluttering fingers allowed each woman to ride out her orgasm even as her excitement was increased by the feeling of the other clutching and squeezing her own fingers as well as bathing them in warm juices. As each woman slowly withdrew her fingers, Willow’s shaking legs finally gave out. She collapsed onto Tara, only to feel the blonde wrap her strong arms around the smaller body, pulling her lips close once again for a series of satisfied kisses.
Drawing back, Willow was nearly speechless. “Wow,” she gasped.
“Yeah, wow Will,” Tara agreed, hugging the redhead tightly to her body.
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Edited by: JustSkipIt at: 3/26/03 7:14:03 pm
I just come back from holiday and found all these fantastically brilliant and adorably sweet updates and am cursing myself. Really. 
(That's to me, by the ways, not you!!) Am so loving more and more 
Really looking forwards to more! But I can wait, cos I've been bad... 
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worthy. Thanks for updating! 
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Forgive me? 
) I am looking forward to the visit to Sunnydale. I'd like to see the scoobie's reactions. Great update! Thanks.