Crystal Clarity
by Kalita
Yup, li'l ol' me wrote some SMUT. I'm as surprised as you are, I'm sure.
Spoilers? It's S4, specifically "The I in Team". If you've found this thing, I'm sure you know what's going on.
Rating? Wow, I guess it's NC-17. Never thought I'd be noting THAT, but hey...
Legals? Joss Whedon (curse him and his descendents for many an age), Mutant Enemy, Fox, and the rest own all this. I'm just filling in a blank or two.
Willow knocked on the door hesitantly, still feeling somehow betrayed by Buffy. Didn't she realize the whole 'Scoobies-only' concept? And she shows up with half a platoon of strangers. Real fun.
She looked up as the door opened. "Willow?"
She gave a sheepish grin as Tara appeared. "A funny thing happened with my prior social engagement. Pretty much ended when a friend of mine went off to do something with another crowd she hangs out with. Irony is kind of ironic that way." She gave a small smile and continued hopefully, "Anyway, I know it's late, but I-I thought maybe - I mean, if you still wanted to... do something?"
She was rewarded with a smile from Tara, and a motion to enter.
A short time later, they were seated next to each other on the edge of Tara's bed, a collection of crystals and a book on the table in front of them. The page was opened to a list of crystal types, colours, names and mystical uses. They were going over them one by one, and the conversation lulled for a moment.
Willow was distracted from the task just by being next to Tara. It seemed to be happening a lot lately; even if they weren't going over spells or testing new abilities, the blonde witch was having a remarkable effect on her.
Willow's mind started working. What WAS it about Tara? Why did this girl have her mind whirling out of control, driving her to distraction? They did do magic very well together, yes. But there seemed to be more; just her presence, her existence seemed to make Willow feel bouncy and alive. How did that work? What was going on?
Willow glanced over to the blonde woman who filled her thoughts so much, and found a blue gaze looking back. She felt herself being absorbed by the twinkling blue; the differing shades seemed to surround her, setting off tingles and chills all over. Willowbrain fired up again; why was she looking at her that way? The analytical side of her mind jumped in. This was a lingering gaze, yet shy at the same time; an appreciatively fond look.
Where had she seen that look before? The memory centers flipped through collected experience. The analytical processes collated the data. There was - right. And then - okay, yeah. And that one time - yes, that fits too. And all those people, those times, they were-
Oh.
OHHH.
She likes you, doofus. Likes you, likes you. And you like her too, don'cha?
A thousand thoughts zipped around Willow's head at once, trying to fully process that implication. She forced it all to slow down, and she stopped thinking it, she felt it.
She let herself FEEL what it meant. And it all came together. It was perfectly, crystal clear.
"Willow?"
"Huh?" The redhead realized she was still gazing at the woman next to her, and had been for some time, but she had no idea exactly how long.
"You looked confused or something, for a second."
Just a second? "I was, sorta. Not now, though."
Tara gave a slight smile, having no idea of the profundity of that statement.
Willow looked at Tara as she returned to reading, soaking in the image of the witch. Yes, this is it. Her analytical side suddenly switched back on, wanting to confirm the working hypothesis. Her feeling side had no problem with that.
She scooted a bit closer to Tara, making sure she was comfortable. The blond looked at her, a slight question on her face.
Willow leaned in. Tara shifted a bit, but made no motion to retreat.
Not hesitating in the slightest, Willow leaned in more, turning her head for the best angle, and dove in.
Their lips met smoothly, Willow's rubbing over Tara's for a moment before the blonde responded on her own. Without breaking stride, Tara also budged around, making sure the angle was good. Mouths opened slightly, each feeling out the other as the oral dance began.
The redhead was in absolute heaven. I should have done this a lot sooner. Silly Willow...
Arms reached out to embrace as tongues began to meet and intermingle. The distance between bodies shrank steadily, until there was no visible gap at any point. The lingual dance proceeded smoothly, until the ardor of the deep contact made both women react as vocally as possible under the circumstances.
Hearing Tara moan was surprise in itself to Willow; hearing her own vocal cords react was almost a shock. Her mouth broke off, though her arms refused to budge.
Her lungs took the moment to refill themselves, and Willow regrouped.
"Wow," was the only thing her mind could provide as reaction.
"Uh huh." Tara was just as flushed and nonverbal. Once they both got their breath, and neither set of arms had budged, she tried a word. "Again?"
"Oh, please." Both mouths dove in without hesitation, devouring each other as fully and deeply as they could. Neither witch noticed - or for that matter, seemed to care - as they bent sideways and ended up horizontally across the bed. Hands seemed to move of their own volition, touching, feeling out various curves, dips and bumps.
Oxygen became a concern once more, and the women broke apart reluctantly, though the hands still seemed to be on their own autonomous missions of exploration.
As they let their lungs do their work, the witches' gazes met again.
"We really are doing what I think we are, aren't we?" Tara asked half-jokingly.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure we are," Willow replied, letting a huge grin spread over her face.
"Oh. Good."
The lips met again, the hands moved on; clothing began to get disarrayed and loose. Willow was lost in sensation, desire and need. Tara took the upper hand, gently rolling Willow onto her back as her legs straddled the redhead's. A short, wordless oxygen break later, and the hands were very much on the move, to some very interesting places. This is almost TOO much fun, Willow thought to herself as she let her hands wander into more and more new territory.
As soon as Tara felt Willow's hands brush over, then rest on her breasts, she gasped and arched back. A small, incomprehensible sound escaped her lips as Willow's thumbs discovered two rapidly hardening points.
Willow didn't even seem to realize what was up until that point; she was almost embarrassed at her unprecedented forwardness. Then the sensation of feeling those intimate points hit her deep in the abdomen, and she forgot any sense of shame or restraint.
Once Tara was looking at her again, Willow's hands went to the hem of the blonde's top. "May I?"
"Oh, yes." Somehow, Tara managed to arc upwards smoothly enough with Willow's lifting motion to let the garment slide right off without incident.
The blonde then moved her hands to the corresponding hem, and a raised eyebrow and a short nod was all that was required to move it off to the floor as well.
A short bout of mutual exploration led to hands finding clasps, and a pair of bras joined the pile.
Tara then leaned forward, once again closing the space between them. Both women gasped slightly as the new sensation of bare skin contact flowed over them; Tara then seized Willow's lips once more, and the redhead was lost in an even deeper haze of sensation and desire. Tara pressed in closer, making the contact complete from the waist up.
After a few more moments, Willow realized this limitation and broke off for a statement. "Off. All of it, off."
Tara felt a shiver at the forwardness. "You're sure?" she checked.
"Oh, I am so VERY sure."
Positions adjusted to give just enough movement to free skirt and jeans and have them slide down and off. The redhead drank the beauty before her, as she kneeled lower to face her last obstacle.
Willow beheld the plain, white cotton over Tara's most womanly spot and felt a lump in her throat at the finality of the prospect before her. She gazed once more into the blue of those marvelous eyes, and knew in that instant she was doing the truest, most genuine thing she had ever attempted.
Shifting her eyes downward again, appreciating anew the bounteous flesh already revealed, her fingers found the sides of that last barrier and slid it gently downward over impossibly smooth thighs.
She felt fingers reach the same spot on herself, and in moments the two were taking in absolutely every detail of each other. Willow's wondrous awe was broken for the slightest moment, enough for her to embrace her lover and seize her lips again.
They fell in a tangle onto the bed, hands exploring without encumbrance now, seeking every last curve and patch of smooth, silky skin. Moans erupted again as new places were touched and caressed.
Once again Willow found herself on her back, unable to process thought or otherwise react as a talented mouth moved steadily, gradually downward, licking and pecking at chin, neck, collarbone... then onto a hard and straining nub that welcomed its arrival very openly.
"Ohhh!" was the only sound the redhead could produce as the blonde's mouth worked its magic on her left nipple, her right also held fast under an active thumb. She had no concept of time when the hand and mouth positions switched sides, as the most incredible sensations shot through her body and down to an increasingly inflamed center.
Willow began to whimper as it almost became too much, her hips beginning to move on their own, anticipating greater rewards. Tara quickly met her lover's gaze and moved on, her fingers running through the coppery curls at the one area that seemed to have Willow's undivided attention at present. They moved down further, probing a moist opening that seemed very welcoming.
Tara shifted downward, between Willow's legs, and gave her another silent check with her eyes. Willow's look of utter lust and desire was all the encouragement she needed as her tongue began to explore the wet expanse. The probing organ took in the divine taste and soft textures, feeling around for its target.
Willow gasped again as her clit was seized by a victorious tongue, its textured buds beginning to stroke and pamper it. Her hips rose as she felt a finger join in, beginning to probe deeper into the soft wetness.
The blonde began a steady rhythm, slowly at first, but building in time to her lover's voice and hips. As the opening was very welcoming to the first finger, Tara added another and continued her pace.
Willow was feeling sensations she had never thought possible; her entire world seemed compressed to Tara's tongue and fingers, and the sweet torture they were exacting on her intimate regions. She felt as if she were on fire, and standing under a waterfall, and skydiving, all at once. Her hips were almost manic now, and for a moment she feared Tara would not be able to keep up and she'd explode from the pressure.
But the blonde kept pace, beginning to quietly moan herself as the walls around her fingers began to tighten and the wetness to increase.
The redhead felt it as well, as an unbelievable euphoria filled her abdomen and moved in all directions, pulsing out to her lower opening in cresting waves. As her muscles tensed in response, she cried out deeply and extendedly, "Taaaaarraaaahhhhh....!"
As everything crashed together, her voice turned into a long exhalation as she gave a last downward thrust to collapse onto the bed, utterly spent.
Reality swam back slowly, the euphoric fog starting to clear. Willow noticed that Tara had pulled the sheet over them both, to ward off the sudden chill. She looked over at the blonde, into those pools of blue that had captured her soul during their intimacy earlier.
"Welcome back," Tara said, with just the slightest hint of a smirk.
"Mmmmm, glad to be here," came Willow's still-groggy reply. "That was.... wow."
"I gathered," the blonde replied, the smirk showing even more. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."
With that, Tara began softly stroking the side of Willow's hip, the electric contact now returning her to full consciousness. The redhead returned the affection, hands starting to get very active as she explored the generous curves of her newfound lover.
Willow knew she had to reciprocate Tara's earlier efforts, and that spurred her into action. Leaning in for a deep kiss, she rolled Tara onto her back and placed both hands over her generous breasts. As she rolled her thumbs over the now-hard nipples, she nipped and licked in time with her mouth. She was rewarded with a slow, steady moan from the blonde. Willow was pleased to keep up; This is almost as exhilarating as being on the recieving end, was the one thought she managed to fit in.
This didn't go on for long before Tara expressed her needs very directly. Scooting up on the bed, she opened her legs and gently guided her lover's head downward. Willow didn't skip a beat, sliding her fingers through Tara's golden curls to find her wet center waiting for her.
She sniffed at the musky scent there, fascinated and aroused. Her tongue then moved in, testing and probing at the entrance to the blonde's sex. She seemed to be operating on a mix of simple instinct and responses to Tara's indications; she'd certainly never considered in much depth how to make love to a woman, but Willow Rosenberg never did anything by half. I've started this, and by gum, I'll finish it.
Things seemed to be moving on very well now; a rhythm of counter-movements of Tara's hips, Willow's tongue, the encouragement of Tara's hands on Willow's head, and the sighs and moans of the blonde kept Willow moving apace.
Gaining confidence with every stroke, Willow strained her tongue as far as it would reach, lapping and stroking at Tara's clit and the wetness bathing it. The combination of sensation, taste and the knowledge she was giving her lover this much pleasure egged her on, bringing Tara higher and higher towards release.
Not long after, it came. A solid upward thrust of Tara's hips, a rush of wetness from within, and an "Oh, WILLOW!" from the blonde's throat made that perfectly clear.
Willow felt almost as euphoric; the sensations of it all washed over her in a buzz, making every nerve ending snap and tingle. They collapsed to the bed together, Willow immediately scooting up to embrace her sweaty, yet satisfied new lover. Tara gave her a lidded glance, seemingly not yet back from the brink of sheer joy and fulfillment.
Willow pulled the sheet up over them, watching as Tara slipped away into slumber as her heart rate slowed and her skin cooled. She gave the blonde a peck on the forehead, and snuggled in, closing her eyes.
The redhead awoke with sunlight peeking through the room's dark curtains, giving a different atmosphere from the shrouded glimmer of the previous night. Tara was already up and getting dressed, but stopped buttoning her blouse as she noticed Willow's eyes opening.
"Morning, sleepyhead." She leaned in for a short kiss.
"Morning." Willow sat up, not caring that the sheet fell from her naked chest. "Uh... what time is it?" She hoped she hadn't slept in too late, she hated missing a class. Even after a night like that...
"Oh, it's only 7:45. I've got an early class, and it's an important lecture, so... I'm in a bit of a rush."
"Oh. Okay." Willow watched as the blonde checked her hair, then prepared her book bag for her day. Tara then palmed something from a side table, and approached the bed.
"I know you didn't want to take this earlier, but if you changed your mind, I'd really like to trust you with it..." Tara faced her with a half-smile.
Willow looked into her lover's palm. There was her grandmother's doll's-eye crystal, the family heirloom that Tara had tried to give her the day before.
She looked up into her new favourite pools of blue. "I'd... love to be trusted with it," she managed to say.
She felt the crystal be pressed into her open hand as her lips were seized for a fiery kiss.
"So, I'll see you later?" Tara checked.
"Count on it." Willow didn't budge, her palm still open with the treasured crystal in it, as Tara made her way to the door. She entered the hall, gave a small wave back, and closed the door after herself.
Willow let out the breath she didn't realize she'd been holding, falling back on the mattress bonelessly, still reeling over the wonderful new world she'd found herself in.
She held the crystal to her chest, eyes closed, as a sly grin crossed her face.
Willow stepped into her shared room, finding her roommate there. "Oh, hi."
"Hey," Buffy replied. She looked to Willow's unmade bed, then up at her. "Out all night, huh?"
Willow couldn't help but notice the same state of Buffy's bed. "You, too."
"Yeah," Buffy replied, not making eye contact.
Willow fidgeted with the doll's-eye crystal, reminding her of the very busy events of that night. She crossed to her side of the room and set it on top of her dresser.
"Sorry about bailing on you guys at the Bronze."
Willow noticed a genuine look of guilt on the slayer's face. "That's okay. I..." She looked down at the crystal again. She could almost thank Buffy for giving her such a wonderful chance, she realized. "Don't worry about it."
Buffy smiled. "Okay."
A sudden beeping from Buffy's bag grabbed her attention. The slayer pulled out a pager and read the display.
"Wow, they really keep you hopping, don't they?"
Buffy clipped it to her jeans, and moved to leave. "Yeah. I gotta go. I'll see ya?"
Willow watched her leave. There was something about Buffy's expression... furtive, but also pleased. Willow recognized it - from both Tara, and the mirror this morning. What were the chances that they both...? Hm. Interesting.
Very interesting.
fin
"To be honest, some of the episodes depressed the hell out of me." - Joss on S6
Edited by: Kalita
at: 5/4/02 5:48:46 pm
we needed that. A little smut before bed makes Ginnie a very happy Kitten
WOLFLORD 
. The intimacy between them, and the need to show the other the depth of what they feel is mesmerizing.