Barnabasvamp: Thank you. Willow is very interesting to write actually, she's a very complex character. Which is good there's a lot to work with.
Here's the promised update. Sorry I took a little longer than I thought. i hope you like it. I always get nervous with the
Nc-17 scenes.
UPDATE:
So there it was, a mystery that spelled out ‘cheap novel’ in bold letters: A dame with a past, an evil family, a missing gem and a clueless gumshoe. I would’ve liked the outline if I wasn’t playing the lead part of the patsy.
We sat in silence in the semi-dark room for a while. I was trying to put together the bizarre puzzle, but too many pieces were missing. My head was starting to hurt and I paced the room rubbing the back of my neck vigorously.
She looked up at me and called out my name softly “ Willow…”
I chuckled a little “ You know you’re the only one?”
“The only one what? “ She asked furrowing her brow.
“ The only one who’s ever gotten away with calling me Willow.”
She smiled “ Why? It’s a beautiful name.”
“ Yeah? Well I never thought so. I prefer ‘ Red’ “
“ Do you mind? I could call you ‘ Red’ but I really like saying your name.”
I shook my head “ Nah, it’s o.k. I kinda like how you say my name.”
Don’t laugh, but I think I blushed when I said that to her. I’ve never been too keen on the mushy stuff.
She smiled even brighter a sort of lop-sided really sexy smile and I melted like butter on hot popcorn. Boy did she have my number. She motioned for me to sit back on the bed.
“ Come over here, you look tense.” She said looking a little nervous.
I obeyed like a puppy. Hell if I had a tail I would’ve probably wagged it.
She made me sit sideways on the bed. She took off my jacket and began rubbing my shoulders. Man I had to hold myself back from groaning at the first touch. It’s just that every time we even came close to each other the air around us seemed to come alive with electricity. That’s why I knew I was in deep trouble from the moment she walked into my office.
The more her hands traveled over my shoulders and up and down my back the more unsettled I became. My brain was shutting down like a burnt out light bulb and my body was coming alive. I had to swallow hard cause my mouth was starting to get dry. My hands were sweating a bit and I had a funny feeling in my gut that was slowly but surely making its way down south.
I was surprised at just how much she was affecting me with just a few simple touches.
I had never felt like that in all of my life. It was like I was a different person whenever she was near me. The strange thing is I liked it. I liked that I could be completely different and yet still be completely me, really me, around her. It didn’t make sense, but it sure felt perfectly right.
I turned and held her hands “ Stop…I can’t think when you touch me.”
Her eyes were locked onto mine; her lids fluttered just a little and in a slow and deep tone she said, “ Then don’t think.”
I shook my head, as the blood rushed through my body. “ Not thinking is a no-no in my line of work. It can get you a nice new pair of very gray, very heavy shoes.”
She hesitated for a moment, but then surprised me by putting her right hand on my cheek and her left hand on my leg. She caressed my face and again spoke to me in that throaty tone that was turning the heat up in the room and in my body. “ This isn’t about work. It’s about…something else. My bother won’t be back until morning. I don’t know what will happen tomorrow, but we’ve got tonight. You’re here and suddenly I’m feeling…brave.” She then leaned in and kissed me.
Well three cheers for bravery. I snaked my hand behind her head and buried it in her hair. I was falling and I didn’t care. I couldn’t care, even if the fall never ended, even if it broke me, shattered me completely when I hit the floor.
Her lips were soft, sweet and warm. I felt grateful that she had offered them to me.
I felt them part and I accepted the invitation. Our tongues began a gentle and firm duel. I felt her body reacting and changing with each stroke, just as mine was. Our breathing became rapid and shallow. I could hear the mingled beat of our hearts. My skin was on fire and her’s also felt ablaze. I parted from her lips only to give attention to the rest of her body.
I kissed her graceful neck and she threw her head back moaning as her hands traveled the length of my back. I could feel every inch of my skin sensitized by her touch. My lips were thirsty for her. I wanted to taste her everywhere at once, but at the same time just stay in one place forever. I returned to her lips and ordered myself to take it slowly.
She was right. We had all night, but who knew beyond that? This was the first time that I had ever really wanted not to just have sex and be on my way. Usually one-night affairs suited me just fine. No questions, no complications. With Tara Maclay I wanted questions and answers, I wanted more than just a quick goodbye at dawn, in a nutshell: I wanted her to complicate my simple life. Always be careful of what you wish for.
She sucked on my bottom lip making it difficult for me not to just ravish her completely.
I let her take the lead of the kiss, while my hands started wandering down her luscious curves. She gasped as I barely touched the underside of her breasts. I caressed them gently, tracing the nipples with my open palm through the fabric of her robe.
She traced my thin lips with the tip of her tongue and I shivered from arousal. She teased me relentlessly, pulling away from me every time I moved in to capture her warm and full mouth. She played this game so well; it was hard to believe that I had been the first. What I knew was that I wanted to be the last. I finally caught her and I sucked on her tongue for little while before lightly biting her lips. We couldn’t stop kissing even when oxygen became an issue. We parted only for seconds at a time. We took the air that we needed from each other. We were breathing as one.
At some point we ended up lying on the bed I was slightly on top of her and when I felt her moving beneath me kissing was suddenly not enough. We both had reached the point where we needed so much more that it was physically painful. The truth is that I ached to have her. I lifted myself briefly from her body and I stared down into the most beautiful, deep blue eyes I had ever seen. Again like the first time, I was silently thanking whatever deities existed for this one moment in my life. I could’ve gotten lost in that azure depth, as matter of fact I think I did.
Our lips met again and this time more frantically. She moved sensuously as I pressed my leg to her center. We both sucked in a wild breath of air upon contact. She lifted her leg and we rocked back and forth in a fevered state. My hands got restless and I struggled with the sash of her robe. Her hands were also busy fumbling with the buttons of my shirt. We parted again with the unspoken promise of hurrying right back. We needed skin-to-skin contact. The heat was suffusing up our mingled bodies. Her flushed face made me tingle all over.
We sat up to facilitate the discarding of everything that came between us. We undressed each other and kneeling on the bed we took a moment to really look at one another. I had to struggle to breathe. It was like I was seeing her for the very first time. She was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, in life or even in dreams. I had found my religion.
This was the Goddess I wanted to worship. I couldn’t tell you what she was thinking at that moment, but I could’ve sworn I saw love written in every one of her features.
We pulled out of our daze and locked our hands together. Our foreheads touched and we exhaled a breath I think neither one of us knew we were holding. We lay on the bed face to face to face her mouth and whole body, opening, inviting me in. I gladly complied. My hands traced her smooth skin, as her hands danced on me at their own beat.
I traced the lines on her face; I wanted to remember every detail. My lips retraced the steps of my fingers. Her brows, eyelids, nose and neck I stopped there for a while lightly sucking on the throbbing pulse point, she whimpered just a little making me smile. I licked her neck and bit her earlobe making her squirm and breathe heavily. Our arousal was thick in the air and I was in no condition to linger as much as I would’ve liked.
I continued my path down and across her collarbone. When I reached her breasts she pushed herself into my hands groaning, I felt a jolt of pleasure traveling at lightning speed towards my already wet center. I caressed the perfect and full flesh; I teased the already hardened nipples with my thumb and forefinger. The dark erect tips made my palms tingle. Tara continued her soft moaning, it sounded almost like purring.
Her voice was driving me wild. Her hands were caressing my breasts as well and I had to retain her. I was getting lost in her touch. I couldn’t function properly if she was touching me. I wanted this to be about her. I needed to please her, like she deserved. She seemed to understand. I took turns loving each of her breasts with my mouth. I leisurely sucked on them until I was satisfied that I had paid them the merited homage. She caressed my head and ran her nails through my back, making me shiver. I looked up and she was chewing on her bottom lip, picture perfect. I strummed my fingertips along her ribcage like I was playing a guitar and she sucked in a breath, raising her hips slightly off the bed. I reached her navel and dipped in the tip of my tongue, swirling it a little, enjoying the soft sounds of pleasure that were coming from her mouth.
Her movements were becoming more agitated. I wanted to continue a slow pace, but her unique aroma was engulfing my senses. I could barely contain myself. I closed my eyes and let the air around us encompass me. I was shaken to the core as I let this feeling of red desire wash over me. I slid down her body moist with sweat and I rested between her legs. I shifted my position to have better access to her silken temple. I parted her legs and from my kneeling position bent my head down to kiss the apex of her inner thighs, one at time I kissed, licked, bit and teased the sensitive spots that were at the limit of where I knew she needed me the most. It was a torture for her, but it was agony to me. I was eager to taste her, but I was thinking of her pleasure. I wanted to make this special for her. Her hunger was as palpable as mine. I could feel her throbbing need as sharply as felt my own. Finally when she couldn’t stand it any longer, she uttered the breathless plea that I couldn’t ignore. “Ohmm…God…p-p-please…I need…oh-ah-a-I…need…”
I knew exactly what she needed. I parted her outer lips and let my tongue sneak out for a taste; I flicked it over her clit only ever so slightly. She nearly rose off the bed completely. I held her down with my hands and finally fully entered her with my tongue. It was like drinking ambrosia. She rocked her hips and rode my mouth. I entered and exited at her rhythm, but when her undulations were becoming frantic I retreated. She let out a groan of frustration, but I didn’t intend to let her suffer for long. I licked up and down the length of her hot opening, lapping up the exquisite juices. She pushed my head down entangling her fingers in my hair. I took the hint and again seized the swollen bundle of nerves between my lips. I could feel the small pearl pulsating with need. Tara rocked herself against me and writhed in pleasure. She was calling my name and I knew she was close. “Willow…Willow…Willow…”
She had hardly touched me but her smell, her taste, her movements and her voice were equal to a million caresses. There was a wild fire coursing through my veins as I sucked on her clit. Her legs were beginning to quiver. I used one hand to steady her and with the other I paved the way to her release. I took two of my fingers and entered her portal, her moaning became strangled, I picked up the pace, thrusting in and out, feeling her inner walls contracting around my digits, feeling every drop of her liquid heat. I lifted my head so I could see her face. It was gorgeous. Her head was thrown back, her long blonde hair shimmering in the dark, her neck muscles straining and sticking out, her hips in air and her hands clutching the sheets while she crashed down on the mattress her essence spilling onto my fingers with my name still fresh in her lips.
I think I’m beginning to really like my name.
Edited by: nika 
at: 11/17/04 7:55 pm
by sheila wt » Sun Apr 27, 2003 12:00 am 
I think it's such a cool idea, so different! I'm loving AU fics more and more each day.
I love the story so far.
I can't wait to see where it goes. I just hope that 
and 
end happily ever after. 
Can't wait for the next update. 
worthy! 
sorry!
I know you love the fic and I love that you love it! 
Plus I know what you mean about Tara, personally she would captivate me if I were to see her in a dark alley wearing a burlap sack and tube socks. 
Course now that I think about it...I could use a private nurse cause the pain is coming back.Would you like to volunteer? 
I have to get my head checked and organized one of these days.
. Donnie that jerk needs to be put on check. Willow I’m sure would love to do the honors. 
... Take care, okay. 
... heheh
