Story: Torturing Touch
Author: Auburn
E-mail address: GemmaQT@hotmail.comRating: it's PG-13
PreviouslyWillow snuck into her room an hour later completely satisfied, although a little guilty. Mrs Maclay had asked the girls not to be intimate whilst here and she only prayed the older woman hadn’t heard what they had done. She didn’t regret making love to her girlfriend and she wouldn’t apologise for it, but she did understand why Tara’s mom wouldn’t want them to do such things in her house.

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Willow awoke from a deep sleep to the feel of a large empty bed, she stretched her arms and legs feeling coldness instead of a soft warmth that usually occupied the space. Her eyes fought against the light that shone through a crack in the curtains and she whimpered in protest, unhappy with the way she had woken. Alone and annoyed.
She lifted her arm to wipe away the sleep from her eyes and was greeted by a familiar scent, the scent brought a memory and suddenly her morning was better. Tara-loving.
The recent memory made her lips curl in a satisfied smile as she got out of bed and padded across the room towards the doorway. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and stopped, realising she needed clothes. Quickly putting her pj’s back on she ran across the hall to her girlfriends room, not bothering to knock on the door she let herself in and saw Tara sleeping peacefully, her long, lithe body stretched across the length of the bed covered from the waste down by the bed covers.
Willow crossed the room towards the bed and watched her lover whilst she slept, her blue eyes cloaked by her eye lids. The redhead wanted nothing more than those lids to open and reveal the soft blue orbs that made her feel so wanted, needed and loved.
It dawned on her as she watched her girlfriend that although they had loved each other physically. The words had not been spoken and she thought it’s about time they were.
Crawling onto the big double bed she rested herself beside her girlfriend, stroking her nails softly up and down Tara’s right arm and the blonde stirred lightly at the loving touch.
Tara felt the soft touch and instantly recognised the culprit, her sense of smell was filled with the scent of her girlfriend and it brought a smile to her face as she realised Willow was next to her, coaxing her out of a peaceful sleep. She knew as soon as she opened her eyes she would be met by her girlfriends angelic face and beautiful green orbs stirring back at her. Lifting her free arm she threaded it through Willow’s hair and brought their faces close together letting her girlfriend know what she wanted and she was rewarded with the feel of soft lips pressing against her own, letting her tongue tease apart the redhead’s mouth Tara explored, allowing the warmth to send tingles throughout her body.
Willow pulled back, sighing happily with the satisfied feeling making her feel relaxed.
Tara whimpered at the loss of her girlfriends lips and tried to pull her down for another kiss, but Willow relented.
“Not until I see blue, missy.” she playfully ordered.
The blonde opened her eyes quickly then shut them just as fast, giggling as she did so.
Willow pouted wholeheartedly at her smartass girlfriend and Tara giggled even more imagining the pout in her mind.
“You’re so predictable, sweetie.” she teased opening her eyes and looking into a sea of green.
The redhead smiled when she saw the blue so she granted Tara’s request of another kiss and pressed their soft lips together. Both girls pulled away when they heard footsteps pass the bedroom door and Willow had a sudden outburst.
“Dammit!” she exclaimed a little too loudly.
The blonde looked at her girlfriend perplexed by her actions.
“Your mom Tara, we.. You know.... here and she asked us not to, but I was all with the lusting and the forcefulness. Oh Goddess I’m so sorry, what will she think of us?... of me?” she babbled.
“Baby, please...calm down... even if my mom does know it’s too late we’ve already done it, she didn’t ask us not to do it because it would make her mad, she just asked us not to because, well.... hearing your daughter .... you know it has a yuckie factor.” she assured.
Willow calmed a little with her girlfriends reassurance. “Do you think she heard us?”
“No I don’t think she heard us we were quiet, but when we go downstairs she’ll be able to see in it our aura’s wether she’s looking or not, some lights will be brighter than others and she’ll know what that means.... just be calm baby....for me?”
The smaller witch nodded her head in confirmation, comforted by her girlfriends confidence that Mrs Maclay wouldn’t be angry.
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both girls had dressed and washed before coming downstairs for breakfast, Willow clung to her girlfriend nervously as they entered the kitchen.
Mrs Maclay was stood in front of the cooker, stirring something in a pan and Mr Maclay was out back with his son taking care of the animals. The kitchen was spacious with a table in front of french doors that lead to the back garden and the redhead immediately walked over to the table and sat on one of the wooden chairs situated around the edge of it. making sure to avert her eyes everywhere except on the older woman.
Tara chuckled inwardly at her girlfriends behaviour and walked up to her mother kissing her lightly on the cheek.
“Morning mom, sleep well?” she asked casually.
“Yes thank you sweetheart.” the older woman looked at her daughter then did a double take, sighing loudly, but she chose to ignore what she had so clearly seen. Instead asking;
“What would you like for breakfast?”
“Just cereal, I’ll make it myself....Will, do you want cereal or something cooked?” the blonde asked her girlfriend whilst reaching for a cereal box on a high shelf.
Willow looked at Tara as if she had spoken Chinese, her mind was so busy trying to detect Mrs Maclay’s actions for any sign of knowledge about what they had done, that she had completely missed what the blonde had asked. ‘That’s what you get for being a naughty girl’ she scorned herself.
Tara looked at her girlfriend with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. She could just imagine what was going on in that head of her baby. Arms and slapping.
“Willow, cereal or something cooked?” she repeated.
This time the redhead had caught the question and finally graced it with an answer. “Cereal please.”
Tara’s mom had seen the interaction between the two girls and the look on the redhead’s face . She decided not to torture the poor girl, but perhaps have a talk with her later.
The blonde crossed the kitchen and set a few different boxes of cereal on the table deciding to let Willow choose which one she wanted and she sat down to eat her breakfast. Trying to think of a conversation that would ease Willow’s nervousness.
“Tara will you call your farther please and tell him breakfast is ready.” the older woman asked.
“Of course.” she said getting up from the table and going through the french doors into the back yard to find her farther.
Mrs Maclay crossed the room with two plates full of an assortment of food and placed them on the table, walking back to the counter she picked up another plate and smiled to herself when she felt the redheads eyes watching her every movement.
“Willow, how did you sleep?” she decided to engage the girl in conversation.
‘Uh....errrr very good....yeah, your daughters very good to sleep with’ She thought to herself. “Like a log.....uh....not an actual log, because I’m not a tree... even though my name is Willow, which is obviously a tree-like name, but I’m nothing tree-like...no..I’m human-like...yeah... human-like” her voice grew small with each word that came out of her mouth and the older woman felt sorry for the poor girl.
Tara came in seeing the cherry red of her girlfriends face and internally asked her mother what she had done.
‘Nothing dear’ the older woman assured. ‘I only asked her how she slept....although she seems quite nervous is there any particular reason for that?’
‘No mom, Will’s just scared you won’t like her which is normal meeting your girlfriends’ parents for the first time. Just go easy on her please.’
‘I thought I was.’ the woman chuckled.
The family finished their breakfast happily engaging each other in light conversation, but Willow felt very uncomfortable, she was sure Donny kept looking at her and every time she looked up she caught his eye then he would look somewhere else. The redhead made a note to ask her girlfriend about it. Tara’s farther once again brought up the topic of boys this time asking Willow if she had any love interests, she simple said no sir and hoped that would be the end of the topic. She was sure Mr Maclay although he came across old fashion, knew more then he cared to admit. The Maclay men were a mystery to her.