Title: Justice Of The Peace
Author: Auburn
Email: GemmaQT@hotmail.comRating: this part is
NC-17 WITHOUT A DOUBT!Disclaimer: I own nothing except my imagination, if you want this story tell me where it's going.
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Summary: (AU) Willow and Tara are both police officers in Sunnydale, California. Tara has just been transferred from Alabama. Together they face untold dangers. And become closer whilst doing it.
UPDATETara’s mouth wrapped around a sensitive piece of flesh on Willow’s neck that she had come across whilst making her way up to the other woman’s lips and as Willows hips lifted off the bed the blonde filed that reaction away to that particular spot. Sucking it harder Willow’s hips began to grind and the redhead grunted in frustration as nothing grinded back.
Obliging Willow Tara placed her jean clad thigh against the woman’s center and was immediately rewarded with a moan that made a tingle work its way through every nerve in her spine. Tara fought back the urge to just put her hand down Willow’s pants and claim her, but this was special and she wanted to savour every taste and touch.
Placing her hands either side of Willow’s head Tara held her upper body on her arms and looked down at her partner, still moving her hips she allowed her eyes to search Willow’s making sure what she was doing was ok. The redhead’s face was flushed and her skin ached to feel Tara’s rubbing against her. Her eyes full of need and want. Lightly tugging on the bottom of the blonde’s shirt she indicated what she wanted and watched as Tara sat up, lifting the shirt over her head.
Willow’s hands immediately reached out to feel the heated flesh beneath her fingertips drawing trails of energy over the blonde’s stomach. Tara reached around to undo her bra, letting it slip down her arms she discarded it carelessly.
Willow was still mesmerized by Tara’s skin. So soft and warm against her fingers, she didn’t notice Tara unbuttoning her own shirt or sliding it out from under her body, when her mind realized that she was in fact topless a blush crept its way up her cheeks and she suddenly wished she had worn a bra.
Tara ran her fingers over each protrusion of the redhead’s ribs, mapping out every detail and filing it away into her memory. She traced her fingertips under Willow’s breasts making her partner arch her back expectantly. Tara allowed her hands to feel the delicate skin of Willow’s breasts making sure to avoid the sensitive nipple and the redhead lifted herself higher trying to coax the blonde to touch her properly.
A few moments passed and Willow’s patience had worn out. Tara found their positions being reversed as Willow manoeuvred them so she was now straddling the blonde’s hips. Tara let a smile cover her lips at having pushed Willow passed her shyness. Her smile soon faded and her jaw hung open as the redhead’s mouth descended on her nipple, nipping and squeezing it with her teeth. Willow assaulted Tara’s senses stretching her body the full length of her partners. Their breasts touched and both women sighed happily at the new contact. The feeling of warm skin against hers made a moan rise from within Willow and escaped from her soft thin lips into Tara’s ear.
The redhead lifted both hers and Tara’s arms stretching them above their heads against the pillow. Their stomachs and breasts pressed firmly together, their nipples pushed against velvet skin. Trailing her arms back down the blondes, Willow followed the silky path until she made her destination. Squeezing the soft flesh in her palms she watched as Tara’s eyes closed and her head pushed back into the pillow, her mouth opened and her breathing increased as the redhead caressed her.
Willow’s eyes stayed fixed on Tara’s face as she allowed her hands to move downwards. Her fingers brushed against the button on the blondes jeans and she unhooked it, sliding the zipper down slowly.
Tara was focussing on the sensation running through her nerves and stopping in that one place she knew Willow was getting closer to. Her mind registered the redhead undoing her jeans and she lifted her hips up voluntarily allowing Willow to pull them down with ease. The redhead slowly pulled the Tara’s jeans taking her underwear with them. Her eyes caught the neatly cut blonde curls and she realised from this point on there was no going back and it was exactly what she wanted.
Tara’s eyes opened at Willow’s hesitation and she sat up, pushing the jeans over the rest of her legs and throwing them on the floor she sat naked in front of her partner allowing her to take in the sight.
The redhead took in the feminine curves of Tara’s body, her smooth skin, the womanly dip in her waist as it met with her hips and she traced the patterns with her hands as Tara slipped off the redhead’s trousers and gently guided Willow onto her back. Settling herself on top of the Willow, Tara trailed her hand along the smaller woman’s neck tickling the sensitive skin down to the redhead’s collarbone where she replaced her hand with her mouth and gently tasted the other woman's skin. She followed the path further with her hand finding a hard little nub screaming for attention she gently pinched it between her thumb on index finger and Willow inhaled deeply liking the attention her body was receiving.
Resting on her left arm Tara shifted so her body was half on top of Willow allowing more access to the path her fingers were travelling. Playing with delicate skin along the redhead’s stomach she stopped briefly as soft curls brushed against their tips. Willow lifting her hand from its previous location wrapped in Tara’s blonde locks and placed it on the woman’s hand encouraging her to carry on.
With the aid of Willow’s hand guiding her, Tara made the final journey between Willow’s legs and the redhead slowly parted them inviting the other woman in.
Tara softly explored the folds of Willow’s center savouring the feel of warm creamy wetness under her touch. Every move her slender fingers made increased Willow’s arousal and Tara ran her middle finger the length of Willow center gently probing until Willow's hips bucked and her hand lifted to wrap itself in blonde tresses again no longer guiding the other woman.
The blonde smiled as she rubbed gently against the little ball of nerves each stroke making Willow’s body tremble harder. Finally relenting in her attack the blonde gave one final stroke before entering Willow with the tip of her middle finger. Not going any further she knew the longer she could stay at the top of Willow’s opening the more powerful the redheads orgasm would be.
Willow wondered what Tara was doing. She had prepared herself to be entered relaxing the muscles and focussing on the feeling, but when she felt Tara go no further her mind shouted at the other woman to go further, deeper, anywhere just as long as she didn’t stop finally not being able to take the feeling any longer, Willow pushed her hips forward forcefully into Tara’s hand and the blonde knew it was time. Entering Willow fully with her middle finger she closed her eyes at the intensity of being inside this woman. Always dreaming but never believing it would actually happen.
She built a slow rhythm and Willow followed moving her body in time with each thrust. Tara thought about adding more fingers but decided against it. Willow’s muscles were tight around her digit and she didn’t want to hurt her partner.
Feeling Willow’s thrusts become more forceful the blonde decided to let Willow set the pace, and she knew when the willow’s hand in her hair tugged harder she was ready. Tara felt Willow’s muscles spasm around her finger, lifting her head she immediately found the spot she was looking for and latched on to it with her mouth. Sucking the piece of flesh hard into her mouth until Willow’s body stiffened against her and her breathing almost stopped completely.
“Tara. Oh God Tara.” Willow whimpered as an orgasm ripped its way through her body, opening every door that had ever been closed within her heart and soul. Her mind for once allowed itself to be free of all thought and the only thing in her head was the pleasure the rest of her body was receiving.
The orgasm subsided into a low tingle and Willow’s breathing calmed as her heart rate slowed. Her hand that was tangled in Tara’s hair pulled the blonde up and their lips met in a new type of kiss. One full of promise.
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The noise of chirping birds made it’s way through the glass of Tara’s bedroom window and she tried to snuggle deeper into the covers surrounding her, keeping the warmth against her body. Willing the annoying things to chirp somewhere else. Her knee grazed against an unfamiliar object and she quickly jumped up to inspect it. Her panic soon dissipated as she saw red hair splayed across the pillow next to her and she shuffled closer to the other woman wrapping her arm around the redheads small frame, she froze again when she felt her skin slide across more skin.
Quickly lifting the covers she took in the sight of Willow naked laying on her back, the redheads slender legs spread wildly across the bed, one arm resting next to her on the pillow and the other across her stomach. Tara brought her hand to rest on Willow’s and stroked the soft skin reminiscing about the night before.
That night both women had explored each other physically for hours. Taking in each little detail they came across on their bodies. Mapping out each curve, each freckle, scar or mark making sure to kiss away each angry word or hurtful action said or done to one another so from now on a positive future could be made. Willow apologised for her previous behaviour with each kiss and caress she placed upon the other woman's body knowing she would be forever making sure she treat Tara with the love and care she deserved. Never to have doubt in this woman, never push her away always have faith and let her in. In turn Tara forgave Willow and apologised for her own secrecy, introducing the redhead to a newfound intimacy. One that existed beyond anything physical.
“It’s rude to stare.” The redhead spoke startling Tara slightly. Willow blushed and pulled the cover from Tara’s hand placing it back over her naked body.
“Just, I was just...”
“Making sure it was real?” The redhead answered for her, feeling exactly the same way.
“Yeah, I guess....” Tara was about to say more before Willow scooted closer, pushing Tara onto her back the smaller officer covered the blonde’s body with her own.
“It’s weird how I can map out every curve of your body yet know nothing very little about you.” Willow said whilst studying the blondes face.
“I’m still me Willow, just one or two things are different about me than most people.” Tara explained, stroking the naked skin of Willow’s back.
“So you ARE Tara Maclay?”
“Born and raised.”
“Demons?”
“Are real.”
“Hell mouth?”
“We’re living on it.”
“Say what?”
Tara chuckled lightly at Willow’s reaction. “The hell mouth is or can be like a portal for demons to go to and from hell if opened. It’s like a homing beacon for the supernatural.”
Nodding at Tara’s explanation the redhead processed the information into her brain.
“That vampire last night?”
“That vamp was one of many, they are like the pigeons of the underworld, they can be killed by the ‘stereotypical‘ methods like wooden stakes, holy water, crosses, silver, daylight.”
Willow thought back to her encounter with a vampire the previous night and nodded her head, plotted her next question. “And you... what are you?”
The blonde inhaled deeply and let it out long and slow, her chest rising and falling taking Willow with it. “I’m a witch.” She answered honestly; hoping the redhead would be ok with that. She was answered by snorts of laughter coming from Willow making both their bodies shake.
“Yeah and I’m wicked Willow, a lesbian police officer going to eat you all.” She mocked not believing the blonde and kept on chuckling. Her chuckling soon stopped as an object caught her eye, her brain registered that it was a glass of water but her brain also fought against believing such a thing was floating in mid air. The glass wobbled slightly but slowly made it’s way closer to the redhead and her jaw hung loose.
Tara controlled the glass with her mind concentrating half on the glass and half on her partner’s face. Letting the glass stop inches from Willow. Tara waited until the redhead reached out and took it.
Taking a sip then placing it back on the side table, Willow agreed “OK, so you’re Tara Maclay and You’re a witch.” “And Kathy?”
“Isn’t Kathy. Is Anyanka a vengeance demon. A demon that grants vengeance wishes for people who want....well... vengeance.” The blonde explained sighing as Willow’s hand drew small circles on her shoulder.
The pair fell silent relaxing in each other’s company and revelling in the feel of their naked bodies sharing heat. Tara smiled as Willow’s breathing softened and she too allowed herself to succumb to sleep.
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Willow awoke a few hours later feeling much better, she had gotten the important questions answered earlier in the morning and having had a restful sleep to sort out the information gathered she felt a little more secure about the situation. Sure there were still a lot more questions that needed to be asked and some she herself needed to answer, but there was time for that. Willow realised that in the past few years she had allowed her mind to always take over. Always thinking and never feeling, last night. With Tara it was different. Willow trusted Tara because she felt she could, had acted on her feelings instead of thinking about them and she felt liberated, free of the prison her own mind had created through fear of being hurt. And it seemed all doors were locked but Tara had found the key.
Stretching out to the other side of the bed she whimpered when all that met her was an empty space, looking up expectantly at the door she waited to see where Tara had gone.
A shivering blonde came rushing back into the room and padded across the floor quickly she dived onto Willow’s side of the bed and the redhead screeched as she was pushed to Tara’s side by cold hands.
“What did you do that for?” Willow glared at her partner.
“Cold.... Your side is much much warmer.” The blonde giggled at Willow’s pout.
“I’m sorry Will, I went to the bathroom and to make breakfast, but it got a little cold out there. If you come and warm me up I promise to return the favour.”
“Well officer, if you weren't walking around naked the cold may not have been a problem.”
Tara blushed a little before smiling seductively at the redhead. “Is that a no to the warming me up comment?”
Willow was saved from answering that question by the ring of a phone and quickly she leaned over Tara to grab it giggling as she beat her partner and stopped the shrill of the ring.
“Hello?” She answered still in her position across Tara’s body; her face soon fell as she heard the voice on the other end.
“Yeah Reed hold on I'll just get her.” Handing the phone over to Tara Willow waited until the conversation was over. Twirling blonde her between her fingers.
“There’s been another murder, you and I are gunna’ go and help check out the scene then we’re going over to Kathy’s.... I mean Anyanka’s this thing’s gotta’ be stopped.”
To Be Continued....Auburn"Then one day you realize what it really is... and nothing is ever the same again. From that day on you're fucked"