Title -Time Goes On
Author - Rogue2727
Rating - NC-17 just to be safe
Disclaimer - I don't own Mutant Enemy or any of its characters. I'm just borrowing them for this story. Please don't sue me.
Feedback- This is my first story, so please let me know what you think.
Summary- Bad things still happen in Sunnydale. Everyone is older and there are a few new players. Enjoy.
Notes- Set about 20 years after Season Six. Everything happened the same except Tara lived (obviously) after being shot. Not that much Willow and Tara in the beginnning, but that will change as the story progresses.
Okay guys, this is the last post for a little while. I have to go out of town...again. Let me know what you think!
“And you’re sure it was Glory?” Anya asked, clearly displeased with the new information. Buffy had called early that morning asking to meet at the Magic Shop. She said she had some news that needed to be discussed with the rest of the group.
“No doubt about it,” Buffy answered. She pushed her chair back and got up from the table. Walking over behind the counter, she picked up the troll hammer that hung on the back wall. “I guess this will be coming out of retirement.”
“Well, maybe she doesn’t want anything. I mean, you did give her a major ass kicking last time.” Xander said, trying to sound upbeat. “Maybe she’ll just find a nice job somewhere and become a productive member of society.”
“Is this that skank ass ho you keep talking about, mom?” Jack asked from the corner of the room. He and Sam had confiscated two boxes of donuts and were successfully working on polishing them off before anyone noticed.
       
Willow choked on the coffee she was sipping. “You!” she yelled, pointing at Jack. “I know what you did!”
“What are you talking about, Will?” Xander asked, concerned as to why his best friend was yelling at his son.
“I know all about how he was playing doctor with Sam.” Willow replied accusingly. “And not in the fun, wholesome way either.”
“What? Jack!” Xander yelled, turning to his son. Jack’s eyes were full of confusion as he backed into a corner, trying to disappear.
“I haven’t played doctor with Sam since we were ten!” the young Harris said, trying to defend himself.
“Oh, that.” Anya interjected calmly. “I took care of that.”
She turned to Willow. “why are you all upset about that?”
“I kinda told her last night.” Sam mumbled.
Jack looked at his friend in disbelief. “Why would you tell her that?”
“We were talking about Glory and it came up.” Sam said miserably.
“I can’t possibly imagine how Sam and Jack playing doctor would come up in a discussion about Glory.” Xander replied.
“It’s a long story,” Anya stated. She turned to Sam. “You finally told them, huh. Good for you. I’m a firm believer that sex should be discussed in an open forum. Have you guys discussed multiple orgasms yet?”
“Anya!” Willow, Tara, and Xander yelled.
“What? I’m just saying...” the former demon mumbled, as she turned back to her coffee.
“Can we please get back to Glory?” Emma asked. She had been thumbing through a book when her older brother’s phony medical practice came to light.
“Please?” Michelle chimed in looking up from her book. She and Emma exchanged glances and then went back to reading.
“I think their doing that weird, twin ESP thing again,” Jack whispered to Sam, eyeing his sisters.
“I think it’s cool,” Sam whispered back.
“What’s cool?” Megan asked, as she sat down by Sam.
“That twin ESP thing you guys can all do.” Sam answered, as she moved to make room for the fair haired Harris.
“Yeah, Kate and I think it comes in handy when we’re plotting against Jack.” Megan confirmed, looking at her brother.
“What are we plotting against Jack?” Kate asked, as she walked in from the training room.
“That thing, remember?” Megan said, raising her eyebrow.
“Oh, that thing. I wasn’t sure if it was that or the other thing we were discussing.” Kate shot back.
“Okay, okay, I get it. Let’s make fun of Jack. Yippie. Can we move on please?” Jack whined.
“Sure we can,” all four girls answered at once, a little too sweetly.
“Mom! They’re doing it again. Make them stop,” Jack begged, as he ran to hide behind Anya.
“Girls, don’t pick on your magically challenged brother. He can’t help it he got the worthless Harris gene.” Anya said sweetly, as she patted Jack on the shoulder.
“Gee, thanks mom.” Jack replied dejectedly and made his way back to the table.
“No problem sweetie. Happy to help.” Anya acknowledged, completely missing the sarcasm in her son’s voice.
       
Buffy smiled as she watched the interaction between the members of the Harris clan. She loved the way the large family’s dynamics played out. Jack, being the oldest and only male, was constantly being picked on by his sisters. Emma and Michelle, a year younger than Jack, were the oldest set of twins. While all of the Harris were known for their sense of humor, Emma and Michelle definitely were the family comedians. If anything odd or mischievous happened, it was a good bet the twins were behind it. Megan and Kate were the youngest. They were a year younger than Emma and Michelle, and were the intellectuals in the group. Both loved to read and did very well in school. Most of the time, the pair used their knowledge for good, but it wasn’t surprising to find out that they were the masterminds behind several of Emma and Michelle’s pranks.
       
The Slayer was happy to see how things turned out for Xander and Anya. It was a rocky start, with Xander leaving Anya at the alter, but they had managed to reconcile and never looked back. Not only were the two blessed with a house full of children, they were also blessed financially. Anya had managed to turn the Magic Box into a west coast chain and Xander was one of the most sought after construction foreman in California. Things were definitely going well for the Harris’s.
“So,” Buffy began, coming back to the present, “getting back to Glory. What do you guys thinks she wants?”
“Other than the most fashionable wardrobe possible, who knows?” Xander remarked. “Hey, maybe we could introduce her to Cordelia and they could be best pals.”
“Did you guys go back to the g-graveyard to see if you could find anything?” Tara asked. The blonde had been quiet most of the morning. She had been scouring every piece of information she could find for something that would explain the ritual that returned Glory. So far, she had found nothing.
“Nope. Didn’t find a thing.” Sam answered.       
“Aaarrrgggg. This doesn’t make sense.” Buffy growled, throwing a book back on the table. “ I mean, I thought she was gone - for good. Doesn’t dead ever mean dead around here?”
“You’re asking that question?” Willow asked, in disbelief.
“Shut up, Willow.” Buffy snapped.
Anya made her way to the table and motioned for Jack to move over. “Not to sound stupid or anything, but has anyone called Dawn? She might like to know the crazy hell god is back. You know, just a heads up.”
“Oh crap. I completely forgot about Dawn,” the Slayer sighed.
“Want me to make the c-call?” Tara asked.
“No. I need to do it. Dawn going to be so thrilled. It‘s no wonder she moved to the other side of the country. She and James just want a normal life. As if.” Buffy groaned and put her head down on the table. She was not looking forward to calling her sister.
“Do you think she’ll come out here?” Willow asked. She sat down beside Buffy and took her hand in a gesture of support.
“I guess. It would probably be the safest place for her until we figure out what’s going on.”
“Probably,” Willow agreed. “But hey, on the plus side, we would get to see Dawn. Never can go wrong there.”
“It’d be great to see the Dawnster again.” Xander said. “It’s been a while since she’s been home.”
“Yeah, I just wish it was under better circumstances,” Buffy muttered. She got up and made her way to the door. “Well, I’m off to make the call. You guys keep going with the research. I’ll be back in a few.”
       
Buffy left the Magic Box and everyone returned to what they were doing. About fifteen minutes later, Tara put her book down and sighed. She took her glasses off and rubbed her eyes.
“You okay baby?” Willow asked.
“I need a break. My head is pounding. Want to go for a walk?” the blonde asked.
“Sure. Guys, we’re going to take a break.” Willow announced. “We’ll be back later.”
“We’ll be here,” Sam answered, not bothering to looking up.
“Unless we’re not,” Jack quipped.
       
Tara and Willow left the shop and headed down the street. It was a nice day out and being out in the sun helped Tara instantly.
“So, are we walking anywhere particular or just ambling about?” Willow asked her wife.
“Mainly ambling, with a possible meander thrown in for good measure,” Tara answered. “I mainly just wanted to get out of the shop. You know I hate being cooped up like that.”
“Yeah. It’s nice to be out in the sun. Hey, you wanna go back to the house and sit on the porch swing for a while?”
“That sounds wonderful.”
       
The two witches walked toward their house, hand in hand. They arrived at their destination fifteen minutes later. Tara made her way over to the swing and sat down. Willow went inside to get a couple of drinks. She returned a few moments later, drinks in hand. She gave Tara one and then took her place on the swing beside her wife. Tara snuggled into Willow after she sat down and the two sat quietly for a while, enjoying each others company.
“Will, I’m scared,” Tara admitted quietly.
“Me too,” Willow answered.
“We barely beat Glory last time. And we p-paid the price in so many ways. I don’t want to think about what it’s going to cost us this time.”
“We’ll get through it baby. We always do,” Willow assured her love.
“I hope so,” the blonde whispered.
       
Willow hugged Tara closer. She knew Tara was terrified of Glory. It had taken her years to tell Willow what it was like during those weeks of insanity. Willow couldn’t imagine the pain that her love had suffered. She knew without a doubt that Tara was the strongest person that she had ever met. Her heart swelled as she thought of her lover.
“Sweetie, Glory will never hurt you again. I promise,” Willow stated. Tara looked into her wife’s eyes and could see the love and determination that filled them. She leaned into Willow and found her lips. The kiss was gentle and loving. Willow reached up and stroked Tara’s cheek. She broke the kiss and looked into Tara’s eyes.
“Baby, do you want to go inside?”
“Very much, ” Tara answered.
       
The pair went inside. Willow guided Tara up the stairs and into their bedroom. She turned to close and lock the door behind them. As she turned back , she was met by Tara’s lips. Their kiss was slow and passionate. It ignited a fire that had been smoldering the past few days.
“Will, I need this.” Tara said, stepping back.
“I know baby. Me too.” Willow answered.
       
Tara led Willow to the bed and guided her down. She followed the redhead down, her body positioned above her wife’s petite frame. Tara again initiated a kiss. Her soft lips met Willow’s and for a moment, neither deepened the kiss. Tara began to tenderly trace Willow’s lips with her tongue. The redhead parted her lips, granting Tara access. Tara accepted the invitation and found her wife’s tongue with her own. Instantly, the dance began. Neither was conscious of who was leading or following, but they reveled in the sensation as their tongues twirled.
       
Willow’s ran her hands up and down Tara’s body. As the minutes passed, things became more heated.
“Mmm. Need skin,” Willow growled. She sat up, grabbed the hem of Tara’s shirt and pulled the garment over her head. Instantly, Willow’s hands were on her wife’s bra clad breasts. Tara groaned at the contact. Willow squeezed the blonde’s breasts and began to trace the nipples with her thumbs. Immediately, they responded and became hard peaks. Unable to resist any longer, Willow unclasped Tara’s bra and tossed it aside.
“Better,” the redhead mumbled as she took Tara’s breast into her mouth. Tara bucked as Willow’s tongue caressed her nipple. She leaned back and pulled Willow closer to her. Willow responded by sucking harder and tweaked the other nipple with her finger and thumb.
“OOOhhhh,” Tara moaned. Willow grinned to herself. She switched breasts, giving the other the same attention as its twin. Suddenly, her playthings were gone.
“Your turn,” Tara growled, pushing Willow back down onto the bed. She ripped off the redhead’s shirt and bra and began to kiss slowly down the redhead’s throat. Pausing at the pulse point, Tara sucked briefly. Willow squirmed under the contact. Tara continued her way down, dragging her slightly moistened lips between the valley of willow’s breasts. She began to circle Willow’s breast with long, languid strokes of her tongue. The circles became smaller and smaller until Tara’s tongue was at the very edge of Willow’s erect nipple. She paused briefly and Willow whimpered disapprovingly. Tara looked up and smiled wickedly. She gave Willow’s nipple a teasing lick and then quickly switched to the other breast. Tara played the same torturous game with Willow’s other breast. When she came to Willow’s nipple, this time instead of pausing, she took it into her mouth and sucked hard. The effect was exactly what she had hoped for. Willow arched her back and groaned. She pulled Tara’s head into her breast with one hand and grabbed the bed sheet with the other. Tara reached down and unbuttoned Willow’s pants as she continued to suck. Willow released Tara’s head and quickly shucked her jeans and underwear, leaving her completely naked. She tugged at Tara’s pants and the blonde swiftly removed them. Returning to her original position, Tara reached between Willows legs to find her center incredibly wet. The blonde ran a finger up through the moisture and was rewarded as Willow moaned and lifted her hips off the bed.
“Someone is very wet.” Tara whispered against Willow’s breast.
“Ungh,” was all Willow could manage. Tara’s hand settled between Willow’s legs. She parted the outer lips and ran her middle finger through the wet channel ending at Willow’s clit. The nub was swollen and begging to be touched. Tara brushed it briefly.
“P-please,” Willow begged.
       
Tara immediately granted Willow’s request. She began to stroke Willow’s clit and increased the pressure on the jewel slightly. Willow moaned with pleasure. Tara sped up the pace as Willow’s breathing became shallower. Willow leaned up and took Tara’s breast in her mouth. It took all the blonde’s concentration to keep her focus on Willow. She ran her thumb up through Willow’s wetness and replaced the finger that was massaging Willows nub with it. As she continued to massage with her thumb, Tara placed her middle and ring finger at Willows opening. Willow lifted her hips and Tara’s fingers were plunged into Willow’s core.
“God yes!!” Willow cried.
       
Tara began to pump in and out, slowly at first, then faster and faster. On every third stroke, she plunged as deeply as she could. Willow rocked with the rhythm that Tara had set. She could feel an orgasm beginning deep within her.
“Faster,” Willow growled. Tara acknowledged Willows request and thrust faster.
“Yes!! Don’t stop!! I’m almost there!!” Willow cried. “AAAHHHH!!!!” Willow screamed as an intense orgasm ripped through her. Tara pulled out of Willow, but continued to stroke her clit. Willow panted and tried to catch her breath. She could feel a second orgasm building. Tara sensed that Willow was at the edge again and took the redhead’s breast in her mouth. That was all it took.
“UUggnnhhh!!!! Taraaaa!!!” Willow screamed a second orgasm washed over her body. She pulled the blonde closer as her body writhed in ecstasy. Tara continued to caress Willow’s swollen nub as the redhead thrashed about. She entered Willow again and immediately the redhead climaxed for a third time.
“Oh, shit, shit, shit!!!” Willow chanted, as the third orgasm took her. Suddenly, her body went limp under Tara’s. Tara pulled out and gently kissed her lover.
“Baby? You okay?” Tara asked, pulling Willow close.
Willow opened her eyes and looked at her lover. “You have to ask? I think I passed out there for a minute.”
“So it seems,” Tara replied with a grin. “Guess I did something right.”
“You always do,” the redhead said, very pleased. “Now, let’s see if I can help you out.” With that, Willow rolled Tara over onto her back.
“You don’t need to rest for a minute?” Tara managed to ask.
“Want you now.” Willow growled. “I think you’ve had enough foreplay,” she said as she plunged two finger into Tara. Tara moaned as Willow entered her. She bit down on Willow’s shoulder as the redhead took her.
“Oh god, oh god, ooohhhh!!!!” Tara screamed as an orgasm raced through her body in record time. Willow could feel the orgasm as Tara’s muscles clinched around her fingers. She continued to thrust as Tara rode out the orgasm. Not satisfied with one orgasm, Willow began to rub Tara’s clit. Tara whimpered as her body responded to the added stimulation.
“Willoowwww!!!” she exclaimed as the next orgasm crashed though her body. Tara drug her fingernails down Willows back, leaving red marks down her lover’s pale skin. “UUggghhh!!!”
       
Willow leaned up and kissed the thrashing blonde. The sensation of Tara’s nails scratching her back would normally hurt, but Willow was so caught up in the moment, she didn’t notice. Tara kissed her wife back wildly. Willow continued to thrust inside her.
“H-harder,” Tara moaned. Willow used her leg to push against her hand on the upstroke. “Yyyeeessssss!!!!” cried the blonde. Willow felt Tara tense as the orgasm ripped though her. Finally, Tara’s body began to relax. Willow pulled her finger’s out of Tara’s body and brought them to her mouth. She made sure the blonde was watching and then proceeded to lick them clean.
“Needed dessert, “ the redhead replied with a vixeny smile. Tara rolled her eyes and broke into a yawn.
“You wore me out baby. How about a nap?”
“ I don’t think I could get up if I had to.” Willow answered. She curled up in front of Tara and the two quickly fell asleep.
Buffy stood frozen at the front door. She had come over to tell Willow and Tara that she had talked to Dawn, but stopped at the door when she heard Tara screaming Willow’s name. “Okay then. I guess Willow isn’t all charts and graphs when it comes to the bedroom. I’ll just tell them a little later,” she mumbled, as she fled down the steps and quickly away from the house.