Well, here it is Kittens, the final chapter. I really enjoyed writing this fic, it gave me a much needed break from my other work. But, atlas, it's time to get back to the other more,um, not so smutty story. A special thank you goes out to Katharyn, my beta reader. She's been a trooper!
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-Allyson
Chapter 12
What they did in the shower kept repeeating itself in Willow’s head. Like instant replay, she’d rewind and then play certain frames over and over again. Willow smiled, her body flushing from the visions and then brought herself back to the present when Tara’s fingers trailed across her leg, tickling her lightly. Reluctantly they’d toweled off, stealing kisses from each other when they would have freely given them, before heading back into the bedroom where they dressed and then went downstairs to join Buffy, Dawn and Xander for dinner. They enjoyed the simple meal and talked about the new badness in town, filling Willow and Tara in on the events that had transpired over the past few days.
After dinner they had a Scooby meeting. Xander and Buffy were helping themselves to seconds and debating whether or not to visit Wiley at his bar for information while Dawn and Tara cleared off most of the table.
“I don’t understand why they have to use kittens as a betting chip.” Xander said around a mouthful of potatoes.
“Um, Xander, can we not talk about that right now?” Willow said pleadingly, looking up from her laptop.
“Oh, right. Sorry.” He shoved another forkful of food into his mouth. “Okay, so how do we stop this demon that’s been leaving a lovely trail of slime after sliming his victim?”
“Well, Dawn and I will go on patrol tonight, and we’ll find him.” Buffy answered. “He’s out there somewhere.”
“By following the slime?” Xander wanted to know.
“Yep.” Buffy replied. “But last time it got away, even though I stuck it, like a hundred times.” She looked over at Willow. “I need to know how to kill it.”
“Here!” Willow exclaimed, setting down her fork and turning the laptop towards Buffy. “The usual.” She smiled at Tara as she sat down next to her, their thighs brushing.
“Right, kind of figured.” Buffy griped.
“What? Decapitation?” Dawn inquired.
“Yep.” Buffy replied. “And then we have to burn it.”
“Eew.” Dawn said. “Crispy.”
“I’d like to tag along if you don’t mind.” Xander said finishing up his meal, glancing at each of them in turn.
“Oh, Tara and I can…” Willow was going to offer their help, but Buffy interrupted her.
“No, that’s okay.” Buffy cut in. “We can take care of this. You two do whatever it is you, uh, need to do.” Buffy finished. She took the last bite of her meatloaf and with Xander they took their dishes into the kitchen. The dishes rattled as they were put into the dishwasher. When the food was put away and all the dishes stacked in the dishwasher, Buffy, Dawn and Xander left the house to patrol.
Willow and Tara stayed behind, sprawled across their bed, the comic book laid out between them and their school work completely forgotten.
“Now, let’s see what naughty things she has in store for us.” Tara commented.
“Well, whipped cream was on my list of ‘naughty things’.” Willow smirked.
“Vixen.” Tara laughed and they looked back down at the comic.
“Okay, where were we?” Tara said as she flipped through the pages and then stopped, their eyes riveted to the illustrations as they continued reading…
Tara lifted the half eaten strawberry to her lips and pulled it gingerly from the stem. She looked down at Willow, her eyes sparkling like jewels in the flickering candlelight. Tossing the stem aside she reached behind Willow’s head and untied the blindfold, removing it. Willow’s eyes welcomed the sight of Tara. They always did.
When Tara moved forward the leather skirt inched further up her thighs and Willow caught a glimpse of lace from the garter that fit snuggly over her hips. Instinctively she tugged against the cuffs, her fingers itching to touch the lace and silk stockings. So badly did she want to trail them over the cool metal garter snaps that held them in place and then up along the smooth skin on inside of those pale thighs under the skirt. She licked her lips, imagining the wetness there. She could feel her own wetness, dripping slowly down into the crack of her rear. The feeling was maddening and her body was tense with burning need. With great effort she restrained herself from using her magic on the handcuffs, for only Tara could free her.
Tara curled an arm around Willow’s neck and Willow watched as her free hand ran up the inside of her own thigh, to disappear under the skirt. When Tara pulled her hand from between her legs the fingers glistened. Willow’s mouth fell open, realizing that Tara wasn’t wearing any underwear. Oh, how Willow wished her hands were in her lap right then.
Tara brought her hand up close to Willow’s mouth and she parted her lips expecting a pair of wet fingers to slip inside. She whimpered with disappointment when Tara’s hand moved past her waiting mouth to disappear instead between Tara’s own moist lips, the scent of Tara’s essence trailing behind. Willow moaned, clenched her hands in frustration and shifted in her seat, the throbbing ache between her legs becoming almost unbearable.
Tara smiled down at Willow, the corner of her mouth lifting, giving the expression a sultry look. Willow looked on helplessly as she slowly withdrew her fingers and then licked them clean, her tongue stroking and fondling the slender digits. Tara loved to tease Willow, taking her to the edge and leaving her hanging there, dangling helplessly and growling with frustration.
She knew that Willow loved to be teased and Tara loved doing it, but Willow would always refuse to admit it. The look in Willow’s eyes confirmed this. The green eyes blazed with hidden passion.
Tara took her still moist fingers and rubbed them against Willow’s nipples. The tiny nubs stiffened when the cool air brushed against the wetness. All Willow could do was moan from the sensation but the sound was strangled when Tara lowered her head and took one of them into her mouth.
“Tara…” Willow gasped. “I want you.” Her voice was deep and husky. “Now.” The last word was uttered in what could only be described as a growl.
Willow’s eyes had an almost feral look to them and Tara shuddered in anticipation when she lifted her gaze to meet those liquid green eyes. She wanted Willow to kiss her with unbridled passion. She wanted to be ravished, stripped of her clothing and made love to. She wanted to feel the fire of lust and the burn of ecstasy. She remained silent for a minute, trailing her fingers along Willow’s jaw, prolonging the foreplay for just a bit and then leaned down to Willow’s ear.
“Okay, my love.” She whispered and like a wound up jack in the box, Willow sprung.
“El Curto!” she wasted no time uttering the spell that unlocked the cuffs. They snapped open and clattered to the floor. Willow pulled Tara against her, their bodies colliding, their lips crushing together in a fierce kiss. Tara’s essence enveloped her, the lavender soap, the lemon fragrance in her hair, the leather. Tara. Dizzy, and drunk with burning passion, Willow’s hands traced her waist, her hips, played over her breasts, her shoulders and then her face. She kissed the hollow of her throat, then her cheeks, her eyes, her hair and her ear. Willow stood, slipping Tara gently from her lap, before walking her backwards towards the steel table.
Willow’s breath was hot on Tara’s ear. “I want to be inside you, deep inside you.” She whispered throatily. Tara moaned low in her throat, her ear felt as if it were on fire. Willow captured the lobe, sucking on it and caressing it with her tongue, while her fingers slipped under Tara’s skirt, fingering the edges of the silk stockings and along the garters. Her fingers moved upwards and teased her wet opening, but didn’t go inside. Yet. She continued guiding Tara backwards.
Tara stopped when her buttocks hit the edge of the table. As her tongue slid along Willow’s, she felt her love’s hand leave the wetness to glide around the back of her legs and then both hands cupped her rear. Willow bent slightly and then lifted her. Her arms tightened around Willow’s neck and she wrapped her legs around the slim waist. Willow slid Tara onto the table, her hands pulling at the buttons on Tara’s shirt impatiently. Breaking the kiss and panting hard, Willow opened the shirt recklessly, the buttons flying. As soon as she pulled the shirt back, she put her mouth to a breast, pulling it through the cotton bra. Tara raked her fingers through Willow’s hair, arching into the mouth that sucked on her breast. With an effort she pulled her hands from Willow’s hair, reached behind and unclasped the bra. Willow stopped her ministrations long enough to push the bra down from Tara’s breasts before capturing a rising nipple in her hot mouth. She shifted her attention to the other breast, licking and sucking, eliciting moans of pleasure from Tara.
Willow didn’t bother to take off Tara’s leather skirt, just slowly pushed it up and leaned her back onto the table, her arm sweeping the plastic bowl to the floor with a loud crash and causing the metal spoon to spin across the linoleum.
“We’re gonna do it right there? On the table?” Willow pointed to the last illustrated scene of the comic.
“Uh huh.” Tara murmured.
“Wow.” Willow struggled to tear her eyes away from the images.
“Yeah.” Tara lit the candles on the nightstand before turning off her light. With a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, she turned to Willow. “Ever done that?”
“No.” Willow visualized making love to Tara on the breakfast counter in the kitchen, her head between Tara’s legs, sucking on her hotness and watching those eyes close and the mouth part as she so often did when reaching her climax. Willow swallowed and started feeling very warm in pleasant places.
“There’s a first time for everything.” Tara replied cheekily. Willow shook herself out of the fantasy and watched as the corner of Tara’s mouth lifted into that lopsided smile she loved.
“Well, when the opportunity presents itself, I’ll be sure to remind you of that.” Willow replied filing the daydream away for future use.
“Oh, I hope you do.” Tara said through lidded eyes.
Willow’s mouth curved into a devilish smile. “I wonder what the menu would say?” Tara raised a brow, waiting for the impish comment that was tickling Willow’s brain. “Menu of ‘Good Eats’. You’d definitely be in there.”
“I would, huh?” Tara replied, returning Willow’s smile with a coy one of her own.
Willow leaned in and kissed her in the cozy light of the candles. The kiss was gentle and soft, her tongue brushing lightly over Tara’s lips. Willow slipped her arms around Tara, cradling her. When Willow pulled back, their gazes were drawn to each other, seeking the warmth and love of their togetherness.
Tara’s heart was beating so loud she was sure Willow could hear it. And then she felt it. She could feel Willow’s heart beating, feel it right up against her chest and she smiled. Willow’s heart was doing a little dance too. Tara saw the love in the emerald eyes and her fingers lightly caressed Willow’s cheek. Willow really did love her.
“You have the gentlest touch.” Willow whispered, leaning down to rest against Tara’s cheek, giving in to her emotions. She saw the intensity of Tara’s love for her. “I could do this all night. Be just like this.” Willow heard Tara’s breath softly catch before the blonde placed her hands on either side of her face, lifting her gently before kissing her tenderly on the lips.
The End.
"After one take, Joss did say, 'Can we have one that's less like you're going to sleep together in about five minutes?'" - Alyson Hannigan
by Taras Shadow » Wed Dec 04, 2002 2:47 pm 
I love!!
at: 12/4/02 12:48:11 pm
I'm completely hooked on this fic 
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*ahem* very descriptive fic. 
