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TITLE: Hacker Confidential
AUTHOR: Laragh
CHAPTER RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: Willow, Tara and any other characters from the Buffy the Vampire Slayer franchise belong to Joss Whedon, FOX, ME and a whole host of other entities, none of which are me.
SUMMARY: AU, set in contemporary setting. A lot of W/T fluff and some semblance of a storyline.
SPOILERS: AU fic, so at most minor references or pieces of dialogue
FEEDBACK: Yes please
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Warning, this chapter contains some light bondage so if that offends in any way, I suggest not reading.
Chapter 9********
Previously:Quote:
“I’m your girl, right?” Tara asked with a sniffle.
“Of course you’re my girl, silly,” Willow said with a grin, “And I’m yours.”
Tara manoeuvred them so that Willow was lying on top of her instead of kneeling in front and looked straight into the redhead’s eyes, feeling vulnerable after her momentary breakdown.
“Show me.”
“I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you,” Willow promised, stroking Tara’s cheek, “Can we move this into the bedroom? I want to worship you right now. Every inch.”
“Every inch?”
“Every last one.”
Willow closed the small gap between them, pushing her lips against Tara’s, letting her tongue poke out between her teeth every few seconds, teasingly, smiling into the kiss when she felt the blonde try to get her tongue into her mouth. After a few minutes of this, Willow let her tongue stay poked out, but Tara kept her mouth shut tight.
Sensing the denial of deepening the kiss was payback for her own teasing, she started nibbling on her fiancée’s bottom lip, knowing it drove her wild and Tara’s mouth instantly opened. Willow let her tongue slide in, moaning as it came in contact with the taller girl’s and started to stand slowly, grabbing Tara’s shirt to pull her up as well, making sure their kiss didn’t need to be stopped.
When they were both standing, the redhead started unbuttoning the blonde’s blouse, moving downwards until they were all undone, then slipped it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor as she walked them backwards towards the bedroom.
Her eyes closed so she could concentrate fully on the kiss, she didn’t anticipate their bedroom door being closed and gasped, pulling away when her back collided with the door handle.
“Are you okay?” Tara asked when she realised what happened, whipping the redhead’s t-shirt over her head and tenderly touching the reddened area of her back.
“Will you kiss it better?”
Tara grinned and opened the door, pushing her fiancée through. She closed the door quietly behind them and grabbed onto Willow’s hips, rubbing the skin there for a moment before popping the buttons on her jeans, getting on her knees to drag the zipper down with her teeth.
Willow felt the wetness pool between her legs as Tara undressed her so erotically and groaned when the blonde pressed her face into her wet panties, her nose hitting against her clit through the fabric. Tara continued nuzzling there for a few minutes until it became too much for Willow and she pushed her own panties down past her ass, wantonly exposing herself in an effort to make her lover give her more focused attention.
Tara, however, stood up and pushed Willow back onto the bed, dragging her panties off and undoing the front clasp of her bra, taking it off before climbing on top and straddling the redhead. Willow sighed happily when the blonde’s hands came up to massage her breasts but was hyper aware of the clothing disparity and decided to rectify it.
“Too many clothes,” she said as she reached behind to unclasp the taller girl’s bra.
Tara let it fall off her shoulders and flung it across the room as Willow tugged her skirt and panties downwards. When they were both finally naked, Tara lay down fully atop the redhead and both girls positioned their thighs at the other’s center, starting a light rubbing motion.
“That feels good,” Willow moaned, running her hands up and down her lover’s back, “So good.”
As they grinded, Tara stroked the redhead’s sides, letting her fingers tap along the swell of her hips as her lips caressed the skin on her neck with soft kisses. Willow let herself get lost in the feeling of the blonde everywhere, all over her and strained her neck to give her more access as she felt her arms being raised above her head.
Tara held the smaller girl’s wrists above her head with one hand as the other discreetly reached over into her nightstand, feeling around for a minute as she located the object she wanted. Willow didn’t notice the handcuffs being fastened around her wrists until they were already secure and opened her eyes to see a grinning blonde above her.
“Don’t move your arms.”
“But I wanna touch you,” Willow replied with a pout, trying to move her hands down from above her head.
“I said,” Tara reaffirmed with a stern look, “Don’t. Move. Your. Arms.”
Willow gulped and nodded wordlessly, she loved aggressive Tara at the best of times but when she made an appearance in the bedroom, it was particularly intoxicating.
“Good girl,” Tara continued in a whisper before getting up and walking over to their closet, taking a thin black scarf from where it was hanging off a peg and going back over to the bed, straddling the redhead and running it along her lover’s torso teasingly, “You know, they say when some senses are cut off, other’s get stronger…”
She brought the scarf down under Willow’s head and tied it over her eyes snugly.
“So without touch…and sight…your hearing will improve,” she brought her lips down to the redhead’s ear and blew hot air there, making the other girl shiver, “You wanna hear me moan?”
“Yes,” Willow whimpered, twisting her arms above her head in frustration.
“Scream your name?”
“Yes!”
“What about smell?”
“Mmhh, yea, let me smell you, baby…”
Tara crushed her lips against the smaller girl’s and roughly pushed her tongue past her teeth, exploring her lover’s mouth for just a minute before pulling back and moving up her body so her center was hovering above Willow’s face.
“Do I smell good, Willow?”
“Oh yes,” Willow moaned, “So musky and delicious and, and perfect and-”
“You wanna taste?”
“Oh please, Tara, please,” Willow stuck her tongue out, trying to get a taste of the wonderful smell that was overwhelming her but groaned when she found Tara had positioned herself just out of her reach, “I wanna taste you now! Please!”
“Well, since you asked so nicely…”
Tara grabbed a hold of the wooden headboard with both hands and eased herself down onto the redhead’s face, moaning when Willow’s tongue glided into her eagerly, latching onto her clit straight away.
Willow squeezed her legs together as she happily sucked on the blonde’s clit, the arousal of the handcuffs and blindfold combined with her lover engulfing her available senses making her dizzy. She knew one touch from the taller girl would send her over, just one touch but she was much too consumed with making Tara come first, the moans and soft grunts filling her ears and spurring her on even more.
“Oh goddd…Will just like that…just like that.”
Willow let go of the other girl’s clit and dragged her tongue downwards, flattening it before plunging it inside. Tara jerked forward and started moving her hips in time with the redhead’s tongue strokes. A few minutes of this and the blonde was moaning incoherently and gyrating wildly into the redhead’s face, her knuckles white from the death grip she had on the headboard.
“I’m coming, Willow, I’m gonna come, oh yes…yessss…Willow!”
She hung her head down and slowed her hips as the orgasm ripped through her, making her whole body shake uncontrollably. When she felt the final aftershock subside, she took a couple of deep breaths and slinked down the redhead’s body.
“That was incredible,” she said, placing a gentle kiss on Willow’s grinning lips, before trailing one hand between their bodies and cupping the smaller girl’s mound, “Now it’s time to make you feel incred-”
“Oh god, Tara, yes!”
Willow gasped and arched her back as she came as soon as the blonde touched her and had to blink a few times when the blindfold was raised off her eyes to rest on her forehead, her lover looking down at her, surprised.
“I barely touched you,” Tara said in an awed tone.
“I was…just…so turned on,” Willow panted out, “The things…you do…to me.”
Tara grabbed the small key that was on top of her nightstand and released one of Willow’s hands, quickly fastening the loosened cuff onto one of the slats in the headboard. She took the redhead’s free hand and placed it over her own breast before sitting back on her ankles, between Willow’s opened legs.
“You can use your free hand to play with yourself,” she said, smirking at the spellbound and aroused look on her fiancée’s face, “I wanna watch you this time.”
Willow bent her knees and spread them as wide as could, groaning loudly when Tara slid two fingers into her entrance. She began massaging her breasts with the hand that had been placed there, pinching her nipple occasionally, closing her eyes to let the feelings from everywhere wash over her but found when she opened them again that she got even more turned on by watching Tara watch her.
The blonde was looking at her intently, her fingers thrusting in and out in a steady rhythm that was swiftly making Willow lose control for the second time and the redhead made a determined effort to keep her eyes open, the feral look in Tara’s eyes burning into her.
“Oh baby…m-make me co…” Willow gasped out, finding it hard to form words, “Oh please…”
Tara added a third finger and curled them inside the smaller girl, seeing a light flush rise on her chest and took Willow’s hand from her breast, lying on top of her and placing it on her ass. With one last, deep thrust she watched the redhead’s eyes glaze over, the hand on her ass squeezing her cheek firmly as the redhead’s inner walls contracted around the blonde’s fingers.
Willow gasped sharply, just once as her world exploded and stayed lost in the high, silently gazing into Tara’s eyes until finally, taking a lungful of air, she relaxed into the bed.
“Tara…” she whispered reverently, licking her lips to get some moisture back in her mouth, “I can’t…no words…”
“Don’t say anything,” Tara said with a half-smile, gently extracting her fingers, bringing them up to her mouth and sucking them clean, “You are so beautiful.”
Willow used her free hand to cup the back of Tara’s head and brought her down for a loving kiss. The blonde pulled away after a moment but went back again, giving her fiancée a series of short, sweet kisses until Willow cupped her cheek and shook her still-cuffed hand above her head.
“Could you release me? My wrist is kinda starting to hurt.”
“Oh god yes, I’m so sorry,” Tara replied, grabbing the key again and unlocking the handcuffs, placing them back in her nightstand.
“Don’t be,” Willow grinned, taking the blindfold off her head and throwing it off the ground, “That was so amazing. So erotic. I forgot we even had those.”
Tara chuckled, neither had ever expressed an interest in using handcuffs during their lovemaking but the pair had come free when they bought a few other toys and they had said they could, someday, if the mood took them.
“Me too. I just got this urge to see you all restrained. It was very hot.”
“You have to try them, baby. Amazing.”
“Maybe you can be the big, bad FBI agent and I can be an on-the-run crook. I try to use my feminine wiles to resist arrest.”
“And I give in. Never able to resist you.”
“They’re in my top drawer whenever you want to use them,” Tara whispered, “Whatever you want.”
Willow grinned at the idea; she had to admit she was aroused by the thought and the image it created her mind, but her surprise turned to shock as Tara jumped up and grabbed her robe, walking out of the room.
“Hey! Where are you going? We have snuggles to attend to!”
Tara popped her head back around the door with a grin.
“I’m making dinner. I’m hungry after that. Then we can have all the snuggles you want.”
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