First off... Thank you snuggle79, if I was still in college and knew my prof's number, I just might have taken you up on that
Secondly... here it is... the long awaited... this took me forever.. I am still having difficulty with the writing of "love-y" scenes. Still having a little bit of a hard time seperating Cos Amber from Character Tara... but it's getting easier... I think...
Anyhoo--- Enjoy!
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Willow allowed herself to be led into the familiar and comforting space, her breath catching in her throat as she surveyed the room to see how her lover had transformed the scene with a myriad of candles and several sticks of light and airy incense to set the mood.
Tara quietly shut the door behind them and crossed in front of Willow, placing her hands on the top button of the redhead’s blouse and beginning to undo it.
“Tonight”, she said her voice barely above a whisper as she stepped in a little closer parting the fabric from on top of her wife’s chest, “Tonight we bring the end to any doubts. “ Tara leaned in as placed a soft kiss on Willow’s neck. “Tonight we completely claim this child as our own.” Another kiss now lower on the collarbone. “I am going to show you how much I love you.” A peck between the breasts. “How much I cherish you.” Tara now raised her hands up from the last freed button and placed them on Willow’s shoulders sliding the fabric down and off. “How you complete me.”
Willow stood in front of her lover, her knees going weak with each touch, each small kiss, she fought to keep herself from falling forward into Tara’s arms. “Tara”, she whispered, her voice breaking slightly with the feel of cool air on her bare skin. “Sh”, Tara replied as she lifted her lips to greet Willow’s mouth in a warm and inviting kiss. Wrapping her arms around the blonde’s back, Willow drew her love closer, running her fingers up under Tara’s shirt, caressing the soft skin there. Tara ran her hands over her wife’s smooth back, bringing them to rest on the clasp of her bra, deftly undoing it and pulling the straps down and off. Willow gasped into Tara’s mouth as the tips of her bared breasts grazed against the rough material of the blonde’s shirt.
Willow drove her hands up higher onto Tara’s back, aching to feel more flesh even as they deepened their kiss. The Wiccan’s arms encircled the redhead’s shoulders, tangling her fingers in soft red hair. Then, Tara did something she rarely ever did. Willow could count the number of times this had happened on one finger. The blonde swooped the other girl up into her arms and carried her to the bed, all the while continuing their kiss that had now reached epic proportions.
Finally they broke apart as Tara set Willow gently down onto the bed, hovering over her, the two of them breathing heavily, recovering from the lack of oxygen. They stared into each other’s eyes as they continued to catch their breaths. A wicked gleam sparkled in the redhead’s emerald eyes and she couldn’t stop herself from the saying the line that so quickly jumped to her lips. “Oh, Ret”, she sighed, laughing lightly.
Tara laughed too, aware that her bold maneuver in getting her wife to their bed was a little cliché. She started to play along, “Frankly, Scarlet…” But then she stopped. She stopped because that line, that famous line that she was about to quote, that everyone knows by heart, was a lie. It was a lie because she did give a damn. She gave a damn so much that sometimes it hurt. But hurt so good.
“What?” Willow asked softly, still locked in her lover’s gaze.
Tara slid up the bed to lay beside Willow, her head resting on one hand while the other sat tenderly on Willow’s naked waist, stroking the skin there. “Do you know how much I love you?” The blonde questioned seriously.
“I know exactly how much”, the hacker answered assuredly.
“Tell me”, Tara probed as she slipped her hand down to begin casually undoing Willow’s jeans.
“The same amount as I love you”, Willow replied, raising her hand to her love’s face, re-memorizing the familiar shapes and textures she found there. “Which is infinitely.” Her mental mapping of her wife’s face now done, Willow dropped her hands to the hem of Tara’s shirt, tugging up slightly, indicating she wanted it off.
Tara complied, stopping her work on Willow’s pants zipper. She leaned in to kiss the redhead briefly, before shifting just enough that the other girl could peel her shirt off up over her head. Tara than reached her hands behind her back, unclasping her bra and letting her bosom fall forward, free of its confinement.
“You’re so beautiful”, Willow whispered, trailing a finger over the top slope of Tara’s breasts. “It always amazes me how beautiful you are.”
“Not as much as it amazes me how beautiful
you are”, Tara replied.
“No.” Willow said simply.
“No?”
“We aren’t going to play this game tonight”, she went on, moving closer to Tara, running her hand down her wife’s bare side, bringing it to rest on her hip.
“Game?” Tara questioned, her voice high and breaking slightly at her lover’s proximity, unsure of the meaning of the word.
“The ‘you’re-so-beautiful-no-I’m-not-you-are’ game”, the redhead stated, “We’ve been together for more than eleven years now. That’s definitely long enough to know that when one of us tells the other that they’re beautiful, it’s the truth. And you, Tara, are beautiful. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known in my life.”
Willow’s voice had dropped to a deep and lusty note, her mouth mere inches away from Tara’s. The blonde’s breath hitched at the closeness. Her lips aching to kiss and be kissed, taste and be tasted.
“So are you…beautiful”, Tara breathed into Willow’s waiting mouth.
“We’re beautiful together”, Willow said, completing the distance and capturing her wife’s lips, teasing them apart with her tongue, seeking entrance and when accepted engaging in an oral tango of passion and love.
Tara pressed Willow into the soft mattress, carefully laying her weight on top of her so that their breasts pressed firmly against each other. Willow gasped into Tara’s mouth as they kissed, the sensation of her lover’s body melding into her own was intense and breathtaking. The familiar buzzing between her legs that had presented itself the second Tara had offered her hand in the living room chorused suddenly louder at the sensual contact.
Raising her hips a little, Tara slid her hands to Willow’s waist, hooking her thumbs into the belt loops of her jeans and pulling them, along with her wife’s purple panties, down her thighs, past her knees and finally off so that the hacker lay completely naked beneath her. The blonde then brought her own still denim-covered leg to rest between her lover’s thighs and pressed down and up into the waiting warmth, feeling Willow’s wetness soak into the fabric of her leg.
“Mmmm”, they both moaned at the contact.
Tara pressed her upper body once more against Willow’s, curling her arms up under her back and resting her hands on the hacker’s shoulders, drawing her even more near as the two began to rock their hips in synch. Tara dipped her head to her wife’s chest and began to greedily nip and suckle at her small breasts. Willow threw her head back in ecstasy, arching her upper body into her lover’s mouth.
“You know”, Tara said between playful licks, “pretty soon you’ll be giving me a run for my money.”
“Wha…huh?” Willow questioned, her brain no longer functioning on the higher levels of cognizance as her blood flow had redirected itself to her loins.
“I wonder if I’ll be as big a fan of your breast-milk as you were of mine”, Tara continued, moving to the other breast and carefully taking the tight nipple between her teeth and biting down gently.
“Oh”, the redhead gasped, the sway of her hips increasingly slightly.
“I don’t doubt it”, the blonde concluded, “You already taste so good.”
Willow found herself incapable of responding as the rough texture of Tara’s jeans massaged firmly against her moist center, sending staggering bolts of electricity through her veins.
“I’ve been…” Willow started, before a ragged exhale interrupted her thought. She tried again, “I’ve been…th…”
“You’ve been”, Tara prompted through panting breaths. Her own core now pressing firmly against the crotch of her jeans, setting off its own small fireworks display at the back of her mind.
“Thinking”, the hacker finally managed to say.
“No thinking, Will”, Tara soothed, sliding one of her hands from under Willow’s shoulder and moving it between their bodies and into the slick, molten folds of her love’s sex. “No thinking tonight.”
Willow let out a small whimper at the feeling of Tara’s fingers massaging her most intimate place. She brought her hands up into blonde hair, pulling their faces together in another deep and searching kiss. Tara allowed her fingers to freely explore Willow’s soaking folds, bringing her thumb and forefinger together around her lover’s engorged clitoris and pinching lightly. Willow’s body leapt at the touch, her teeth sinking carefully into Tara’s lower lip and sucking on the meaty flesh. Tara let out a low groan of pleasure at the sensation even as she maneuvered her fingers to discover the inner lips of her wife’s hot core, while continuing to press on Willow’s tight bundle of nerves with her thumb.
Willow’s breaths were coming in short, panting gasps, her hips now rocking with a more wild abandon as Tara moved with her.
“When should we… mmmm”, Willow growled mid-sentence, “tell Emily?”
“We should probably wait”, Tara breathed, slipping her lips down the hacker’s throat, kissing the sensitive place behind her ear, “Until you start to show.” She said between sloppy kisses as she moved up to nibble at Willow’s earlobe. “Until it’s something she can see… she’ll understand it better that way…”
“That’s a… good…I…ngah”, Willow gasped as she felt her lover enter two fingers up inside of her. Tara groaned with passion at the velvety soft feeling surrounding her immersed digits. “Idea”, the hacker finished, her voice a mere squeak. She dug her nails into Tara’s smooth and lightly sweat-covered back, feeling herself drawing achingly close to release as her wife’s fingers pumped in and out of her to the knuckle, Tara never stopping her now almost urgent kneading of the redhead’s clitoris with her thumb.
“Oh, God… Tara…I…” Willow sputtered, her body racing toward its peak.
Tara was right there with her, her own center being rubbed and pressed against her pants and Willow’s thigh bringing her nearer to an inevitable climax.
“Tara!” Willow cried out as her center exploded into an overwhelming orgasm, her insides clenching at Tara’s fingers with almost bone-crushing intensity.
“Will…” Her wife’s name catching in her throat as she came as well, the feeling of Willow’s pleasure pouring into her hand sending her even farther over the edge.
The two lovers clung to each other as they rode out the quaking aftershocks of their powerful lovemaking. After a few moments, the tremors subsided and Tara gently extracted herself from Willow’s core, sliding off from on top of her love and pulling her into a comforting embrace, kissing the top of her red hair as they continued to try and catch their breaths.
“Wow”, Willow started, “That was…”
“Aaaah! Mommy!!” Emily’s blood-curdling scream filled the air from down the hall.
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TBC...
Edited by: DarkWiccan at: 6/8/02 2:02:55 pm
i wonder what that raven was all about. And Im glad Willow and Tara talked about stuff, and then made up
need I say more)
*WAVES* 
at: 6/7/02 3:20:45 pm
...did that thing happen, which I think it might have been happend...? hm...that was a really steamy situation...what has Emily seen? Is she ok? Is Tara ok?? 
what happened to Emily