**TX: Here they are.
**jomarch: Well, I never said that >no one< would want to write with me *G* But it could certainly happen.
Series: Vignettes
Number: 2
Title: Tara Kissage
Author: Sassette
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Summary: Just some smoochies
Spoiler Warning: Set in Season 4, and y'all will probably recognize the ep it's set in, but it really not spoilery.
Disclaimer: I didn't create these characters. I do, however, love them, and as they reside in my heart, they belong to me. I'm not making any money off of them, though.
Rating: PG-13.
Tara Kissage
Part 2 of the Vignettes Series
by Sassette
Willow felt Tara's arms tentatively wrap around her, and she fell into them gratefully. It had been such a very bad day, what with ditching Tara to hang with Buffy, then being ditched by Buffy in turn. Between her guilt over ditching Tara in the first place, and the hurt of her best friend running off to play with the boys, she was pretty much a mess.
She had started to wonder if she had overstayed her welcome when she had glanced at the clock after hours of talking, finding it far later than she had intended. With a few mumbled excuses, she had risen from her seat on the bed, moving to the door. Tara had protested, of course, as Willow knew she would, but Tara was always like that - so kind, and giving. But Willow certainly didn't want to take advantage of her, and it was late. Willow thought Tara should really get to sleep. She had taken up enough of her time, and she still couldn't shake the lingering guilt that Tara had so easily forgiven her - had so easily let her in when she had come knocking on the door.
Now, Tara was hugging her, somehow managing to convey a shy nervousness through the slight pressure of her arms. And yet … Willow fell into them, wrapping her own arms around the other girl, and taking the comfort that was offered. Soft hands stroked her back slowly and Willow found herself resting her chin on Tara's shoulder, her eyes squeezing shut.
Tightening her arms, Willow silently requested that Tara move closer, and she did with a little shuffling step, their bodies pressing together. She swallowed back a moan when Tara's breasts came into contact with her own, gulping heavily. With a sigh, she turned her head, her face buried against Tara's throat, allowing her to breathe deeply Tara's scent.
It was a light and happy fragrance, and it was like breathing in Tara herself, Willow decided, a soft smile growing on her face when Tara's arms finally tightened more surely around her, and she felt Tara's cheek rest against the top of her head.
"I-I'm, umm… uh, sorry," Tara said softly, her arms now wrapped firmly around Willow's shoulders, holding her close.
"Sorry?" Willow mumbled, her eyes still shut and her face pressed to Tara's neck. "What for? You're being super-nice."
"How could, um, anybody, uhh … not? Be, uh, nice? To y-you?" Tara asked, turning her head a little, her lips brushing against Willow's temple as she spoke softly. "I'm, um, sorry your, uhh … friend are being … um, that they're not there, y'know?"
Willow tried to focus on Tara's words as her warm breath played across her skin. Those lips were so very close to her … just millimeters away from her temple, she estimated. It was her secret, the one she kept close to her heart, that she wanted to feel those lips. At first it had been confusing, then a welcome distraction, then almost an obsession as she found herself laying awake at night, imagining Tara holding her, touching her. Kissing her.
And now those lips were so close, that body pressed firmly to hers, and those arms wrapped around her. It was warm and safe here, in Tara's arms, just as Willow had somehow known it would be. The world just sort of … stopped. It ceased to be for Willow, and nothing seemed to matter except that she and Tara were together, and the feelings she had for Tara.
Did Tara know? Did she have any idea? Was she aware that part of the reason she had been so determined to go out to the Bronze with Buffy was the guilt-trip she had sent herself on because she hadn't really wanted to see Buffy at all? Because Buffy was her best friend - she >should< want to spend time with her more than any other girl. But Tara wasn't any other girl.
She was Tara, and she was wonderful, and she was here in her arms right at that very moment.
Willow was awash with sensation, just holding the other girl. The skin against her face was so warm, and so smooth and soft. She wasn't consciously aware of moving when she lifted her head, sliding her cheek up around Tara's jaw until it was resting against hers.
Cheek to cheek. Nice.
Better than nice. Perfect.
They were rocking gently from side to side, but Willow had no idea which one of them had started the gentle movement. But she knew she didn't want it to stop. It was so very … peaceful - like Tara herself. All calm and safe.
"Doesn't matter. Happy Willow," Willow said with a sigh, her cheek moving gently against Tara's. She could feel something welling up inside of her - a contentment strange and new that made her very sure that she never wanted to move from this spot, from this moment. Keeping it - keeping Tara - suddenly seemed like the best idea she had ever had in her entire life.
Still, the calm and contentment she felt seemed … fragile, like the calm at the center of a storm. Peaceful, yes, but surrounded by such intensity she could feel it crackling in the air and just under the surface of her skin, as if the wrong move - or perhaps the right one - would shatter it into a million pieces.
There was too much feeling inside of her - too much all bottled up, and her breathing quickened a little as she tried to rein it in. Gentle hands stroked soft incomprehensible patterns against her back, and she almost broke then, a trembling overtaking her.
A soft gasp pierced the haze she was surrounded in, and the hands on her back tightened softly parted lips brushing her ear. There was no mistaking the tenderness in the motion as Tara moved her cheek against Willow's own - no mistaking the wistfulness in the sigh that tickled her hearing.
And then it was all too much, and Willow felt that aching need that was always just under the surface when she was with Tara start to break through. It was a need to show this girl how she made Willow feel - to share with her the beauty and joy and wonder just being in her presence brought to Willow.
She turned her head, her lips pressing gently to Tara's cheek in a kiss full of the tenderness Tara inspired within her. Eyes shut, she nuzzled the skin for a moment, and then Tara's lips were searching for hers, looking for the kiss they both wanted to badly.
When their lips finally brushed together, Willow's eyes popped open. Was this real? Was this happening? How could lips be that soft?
With a little sigh, Willow brought their lips back together, the movement tentative and unhurried, leaving Tara plenty of time and space to move away if this wasn't what she wanted. But how could it not be what she wanted? Who wouldn't want this happy tingling spreading through their entire body, warming them from head to toe? Did Tara feel it too?
She could only guess that Tara did when she felt Tara's lips settle more firmly against her own. No, cheek to cheek wasn't perfect, Willow decided as she reveled in the smooth softness that was Tara. Lips to lips was perfect. Absolutely perfect.
Her heart pounded away in her chest, sending her blood racing through her body, hot and heavy in her veins. She actually felt it skip a beat, and she gasped against Tara's mouth.
"Oh, umm, I, uhh … w-w … oh," Tara stammered softly, blinking owlishly and trying to articulate a coherent thought.
"Umm, yeah," Willow said with a nod, licking her lips subconsciously. "I, uhhh … umm," she started, then paused, swallowing hard as her hands ran up Tara's back, one sliding up her neck to bury itself in Tara's hair. She could feel Tara's hands moving on her, moving over her shoulders, her thumbs caressing her neck. Willow's eyes were focused on Tara's lips, softly parted, her breathing uneven. "I, uhh … need to, ummm … you're so …with the … Oh, God, Tara kissage."
She gave up trying to say anything at all, instead giving in to the desire to taste Tara, licking lightly at her lower lip. Tara's mouth had spent an inordinate amount of time popping into Willow's mind, waking or sleeping, for a girl who was very seldom naughty. But those lips were so full, and oh so tempting, she had been quite helpless to keep the thoughts at bay.
But none of her idle daydreams had remotely prepared her for the thrill running through her body as she pressed her mouth to Tara's again and again. She pulled that pouty lower lip into her mouth, sucking on it gently and teasing it with her tongue. Tara's groan and the convulsive gripping of her hands against Willow's shoulders wrested an answering groan from her, filling the air between them.
Willow whimpered at the loss of sensation when Tara pulled back, breathing heavily.
"Uhh, stay. H-here, umm, tonight," Tara requested softly between gulps of air.
"Oh, God, yes," Willow nodded eagerly, leaning in to reclaim those oh so tasty lips.
"W-wait, uhh … that is … I-I'm not, umm, w-w-we're not … not that w-we definitely, umm, w-won't, but I … y'know?" Tara asked helplessly, her eyes wide as she seemed to plead with Willow to just read her mind. "I just m-meant, it's, umm… late and, uhh… dark. I-It's not really, umm, safe … for you to go h-home by y-yourself."
"Huh? Oh. Oh!" Willow said, her eyes widening in such a classic look of sudden understanding, Tara wouldn't have been surprised if a lightbulb had appeared over her head. "No, no," Willow went on, shaking her head. "I mean, I wouldn't … I'd never assume that, I mean - y'know, don't assume - it makes an ass out of you and Xander. Long story," she added off of Tara's confused look. "I wouldn't get all pushy or ever try to make you do something you didn't want to, and even if I did, you could just stop me with a 'no'. Unless I already did something?" Willow added, her eyes widening further as she started to panic. "I pushed you into this. I'm all pushy and mean, and I'm a bad, bad person, and-"
"Oh, no," Tara said emphatically, shaking her head. "No, I, uhh… you didn't, umm…push. I w-wanted to, umm …"
"Kiss me?" Willow supplied helpfully, her shoulders relaxing under Tara's hands.
Tara lowered her eyes, biting her bottom lip and nodding her head in agreement. "A-and, umm… I-I'm not, uhh… w-worried about you, umm… trying something? I, uhh… didn't w-want? Because, umm… I, uhh, don't think you, um, could."
"Hey," Willow said softly, ducking her head to kiss Tara's brow softly. "Let's just see what happens?"
"I'd, umm… I-I'd like that," Tara said, lifting her head and smiling shyly at the girl still in her arms. Willow smiled back, helpless to resist the endearingly sweet look on Tara's face, her heart swelling with an emotion she dared not name.
But she was looking forward to the future in a way she hadn't in a long time, eager to see what would happen.
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I Think The Hellmouth Tastes Like Chicken -- Autumn
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This is what we all need right now. I loved it...
WOLFLORD 
) loved the Willow babble, Tara was so cute with her shyness. can't wait for the next one. 
Too bad we didn't get to see the first kiss on the show. 