oookay, so a few days ago I read the Credentials for this challlange...yeasterday I got caught in the middle of one of my lectures day dream and scribbling, as it turns out I had a spare couple of hours today..when I say had a spare i really mean, I bunked because I couldnt get this challange out of my head,
so....you set a challange and I took it, a weany little thing though ( hold up first finger and thumb a centemetre apart ) I couldnt fit the pool in because it wouldnt fit....a pool house on the other hand??
well its in there anyways,
hope you enjoy..
Sare,
The alcohol was making the notes to the song sticky, they lingered a fraction to long in Willow’s ears making the song fluctuate between a deep pounding bass to a high pitched squeal, The words were forgettable and so was tonight Willow thought bitterly, crushing the clear ribbed plastic cup in her hand Willow looked round for a bin, snorted self deprecatingly the Redhead was reminded again of the fight she and Tara had this morning,
“Willow!! Goddess knows I love you but honey PLEASE!! Are you seriously telling me that your snipey at me because I’m not as clean as you? Baby I'm an artist…its what I do!! Of course my paints are going to be everywhere…you knew that before we moved in together!!” Tara had looked so unimpressed, her hands on her hips, brushing her hair back out of her face with vicious swipes,
It had been their first big fight, really both knew it wasn’t over the brushes and paints that it had been the catalyst for deeper issues, the two had only lived together for a month and this period was hard as they got to know each others quirks more intimately, Willow knew she should have dealt with the issue better but she was still angry, mainly with herself, but that last beer…was it her fifth or sixth the Redhead wondered…it was fueling the fire in a bad way,
Willow looked across the smoky room to where Tara was chatting with a tall brunette, ‘chatting…. Try Flirting’ Willow made a decision and tossed the crumpled plastic cup onto what had become the beer couch with a deliberate nonchalance,
Tara chuckled as she listened to Helen, the two had become friends as they shared most of their art classes, at the moment the brunette was imitating one of their art professors…quite successfully to,
“Hel, I’ve got to go, Willow’s around here somewhere and I need to find her, Brilliant imitation by the way” a beat “Although it would be a lot less ironic if you weren’t sleeping with him” Helen’s mouth fell open at the impish look on Tara’s face, “Why you little… go away right this very second!” Tara ducked the faux punch, laughed as she set of to find small, smart and brooding.
A quick scan of the room showed no Willow so Tara crossed to the kitchen, checking rooms on her way,
The two had been invited to one of Xander’s work do’s at Mr. MacLean’s house, Mr. MacLean being one of the company partners, Tara had come with Xander and Anya, Willow was supposed to catch a lift with Buffy, three hours later and even though Buffy had arrived Tara had only caught glimpses of red hair out of the corner of her eye now and then, Willow was obviously still mad.
Tara sighed as she recalled their argument, “Tara…you don’t understand….I…..its….” Goddess, Willow didn’t even know what she was angry about, using Tara’s art as a vehicle to drive her anger into some sort of physical form,
Low blow Willow, It had hurt Tara admitted privately, it had really hurt that Willow couldn’t take any responsibility for her own anger.
Tara ducked quickly into the kitchen to check for the missing woman, and immediately ducked straight back out, leaning against the wall, ‘Well….you found her” Tara sucked in a huge lungful of air and took a second to think about the private moment she had just intruded on,
Willow was sitting on the kitchen bench obviously a little drunk sharing what smelled like a joint with a very attractive woman young woman who, Tara had noticed over the semester had always happened to come upon Willow as she walked from class to class, Willow who was normally very aware of people in her space looked quite comfortable with…. ‘ah’ Megan in very close proximity,
Tara closed her eyes and put her hands over her face, ‘Goddess what am I supposed to do now?’
“Tara isn’t that your lesbian in there? Smoking drugs…with a stranger…who obviously wants her as an orgasm friend?”
‘….Anya…’ Tara lowered her hands and looked up, Anya was standing in front her craning her head around the door, eyes on Willow.
It really was more of a statement then a question, Tara nodded once anyway, after a decidedly long silence Tara peeked around the corner as well, If Anya wasn’t giving a blow by blow commentary something had to be wrong,
Nothing new there Willow was still sitting but now was refusing any more of the sickly sweet smelling smoke,
Anya’s voice in her ear made her jump slightly “I don’t understand…” Tara took a deep calming breath in, not really in the right space to be having a conversation with Anya “Your don’t understand what Anya, the fact that my girlfriend is chatting up a stranger or that she’s smoking that ridiculous shit!”
Tara was tired, a little to drunk for her liking and not amused. “No No…that I understand, I just don’t understand why that hussy is still breathing, why don’t you do like the cereal says and make her..um….snap, crackle and pop?”
Tara turned slightly and eyed Anya, “Your joking right?” wide eyed and innocent Anya cocked her head slightly “No, if I was joking you would be laughing believe me, my sense of humor is excellent” a beat “Fight for her Tara, if you want her you have to prove why you should be the one to have her, stake your claim, in the old days we used to brand our men….or women in that case with a hot pok…. Why have you got a look…what’s that look?”
Tara face had spread into an easy smile as a plan was formed, “Thank you Anya you have been incredibly helpful” And she was moving before Anya could reply.
Back in the main room Tara made a bee line straight for the stereo, looking round she noted that most of the rooms occupants were either chatting quietly or asleep, a quick look at the clock read 3:44am,
Skipping threw the CD’s Tara found what she was looking for, slipping the disk in, she flicked threw to the song she was after and waited.
The melodic humming that echoed around the room made all eyes lift to Tara, Enya, Bodica began to weave around the room changing the atmosphere markedly, the almost meditative repetition gave Tara strength to hold their gaze defiantly, she was waiting, and she would be dammed if she wasn’t going to go threw with this.
Willow heard the first few seconds of the track in complete stillness, setting down her beer she stood and brushed past Meg as if she were nothing, The vibrations of the drums echoed in her body and she felt the music become her life line, her breathing became deeper and all but the music became inconsequential,
Stopping the doorway Willow’s eyes met Tara’s from across the room, Fire and ice, power and compassion, forgiveness and stubborn resilience,
‘Come on Willow, come on baby’ Tara’s poker face was a good one, but her inner monologue was terrified, ‘I'm not loosing you to her…to anyone’
A look of resolve so close to Willow’s own passed fleetingly over the blondes face, and then she moved.
Willow stood on slightly shaky feet as she watched Tara, the void between them seemed ironic, four steps and they could touch, but for Willow it was four steps to many right now,
Truth be told she was tired, tired of fighting, with vampires, and with Tara, they had only lived together a short while but if Willow admitted to herself…deep down, she was terrified. Terrified that they might become her parents, two people with no passion for each other, two people who lived for anything but love, this mornings fight had nothing to do with Tara’s paints and Willow knew it,
Sighing Willow crossed her arms, across the room was the love of her life and right now she couldn’t even take four steps to say sorry, ‘Willow Rosenberg you are a shit, a stubborn, childish, scared piece of shi…”
And then something amazing happened, Tara started to dance,
Willows breathing caught as Tara moved, Her hips swaying in a figure of eight, torso rolling with it….
Willow had been so surprised the first time Tara had danced for her, it was one night at the bronze and this very song had been playing, Tara had moved from her seat silently and danced, her eyes never leaving Willow’s.
It was the most erotic thing the Redhead had ever seen, the sensual energy had rolled of the Blonde in waves, smashing straight into Willow’s chest making it hard for her to breath, and tonight was no exception,
Tara could feel the eyes of everyone in the room on her, it felt almost like a burning sensation and a sensation that she could quite happily live without, but this was not for them, this dance was for the only woman in the world that had ever taken her breath away, this dance was for the only person in the room who would understand the significance of it,
This was for her Willow,
Willow’s head rocked forward as she watch Tara, wanting her to move closer, wanting to touch, taste,
Willows feet agreed and she was moving towards Tara in slow halting steps,
Reaching the Blonde Willow’s eyes deeply ashamed and full of regret ‘I'm sorry baby’ Tara graciously accepted the Redheads apology, she nodded and turned Willow so she was spooned behind her, the music taking on a different role altogether.
Willow raised her arms and rested her hands behind Tara’s neck sighing as the music and the movement of Tara’s body pulled her into its enticing rhythm,
Her thoughts about a passionless existence evaporate with every heartbeat, it was a ridiculous thought, in this moment she knew passion, she knew love. She was home in this embrace.
Moving as one now, in a fluidity born of complete trust Willow felt Tara’s hands slide down her sides and across her belly in long teasing caress’s, her sharp intake of breath made Tara smile quietly as she moved her hand slowly back up the Redheads side, stopping to stroke the underside of her sensitive breast then moving up to capture her hair in a loose but unbreakable grip, gently pulling the Redhead’s face to one side Tara look a moment to lick the neck that was displayed so invitingly, then moving her mouth up to Willow ear she whispered hoarsely “Mine” and bit down on the soft lobe to enforce her point, taking great pleasure at the Redheads almost soundless whimper.
Willow’s body was on fire, the music was caressing her soul, gentling her and Tara’s touch was waking her, she could feel her blood pounding threw her veins, could feel thousands of hands on her all of them erupting a new sensation, she could feel Tara’s solid support behind her and she blindly followed Tara where ever the blonde would lead her,
Tara looked round the room, as she calculated her next move, all eyes were still on her and Willow, a few of the males in the room were leaving quickly with there wives, some merely crossed their legs in an attempt to look casual,
Tara spotted Xander, Anya and Buffy to one side of the room, Xander was looking anywhere but at them, his knuckles a deathly white in the grip he had on his seat, Buffy was eyeing up a nice young man in a versachi shirt, and Anya was grinning and holding up what appeared to be a score card…with a perfect ten,
Tara grinned back, then continued to plot her move…. her smile froze as she met and held Megs gaze, Meg was standing in the Kitchen door way, eyes on the two of them,
Willow chose this moment to turn in her arms at kiss her pulse point, Smiling Tara raised her eyes back to Meg, “Mine”
Finally finding what she was looking for Tara whispered in Willow’s ear then wrapped her arms around the red head and lead her outside, the cool air did nothing to sooth the heated woman making them shiver slightly but continue towards their destination, Willow’s hands had become increasingly demanding in her search for bare skin, Tara bit the inside of her lip as she forced her body to move forward least she ravage the redhead here and now,
The house had a beautiful pool that was lit from beneath the water, Tara had tinkered with the idea of taking Willow into the pool but common sense outweighed her lust,
Reaching the small pool room Tara opened the door and led Willow in, once the door was closed safely behind them Tara leaned back on it and looked her love up and down,
Willow had worn a long denim skirt and a sheer silk singlet, giving the blonde a wonderful view of her painfully erect nipples, taking a step forward to touch her Tara was surprised when a hand held her firmly in place,
Quirking an eyebrow at Willow the blonde waited for an explanation,
“You danced for me…now I’ll dance for you” Tara let out a small groan at the tone of Willow’s voice, Tara had learnt early on that when Willow was deeply aroused her voice dropped to a lower register almost a growl… that voice alone could make Tara wetter then anything,
Nodding slowly Tara put her hands against the cool wooden surface behind her and waited, Willow took a step back and surveyed her surroundings, a small pool table and a bed were the main furnishings in the room, a beautiful fur rug lay on the ground by the bed…not bad…
Moving to stand on the rug Willow listened to for the music still playing in the house,
Ah…perfect, twisting slightly Willow closed her eyes and began to swing her hips to the beat, moving her arms up her own body Willow followed the path Tara had mapped earlier, stopping at her breast Willow circled her nipple teasingly her eyes opening to watch Tara, moving up she began to unbutton the small wooden toggles that held her singlet up, first one strap then the other, eyes never leaving Tara’s.
Tara stood stock-still; her eyes riveted on the petite Redhead, her hands and her movement, Willow had a natural fluid movement that most would be surprised at given the scientific mind hidden by that gorgeous smile, but not Tara, she knew and she was delighted when ever Willow would dance for her,
The top was dropped gracefully to the floor and Tara had to hold herself in check not to move and taste that delicious flesh,
Then the skirt…Willow decided to pull her favorite move, Tara was engrossed in her process and Willow was feeling relaxed by the alcohol and incredibly sexy in the eyes of the woman she loved, moving to unbutton the back of her skirt Willow winked and turned giving Tara a pristine view of her backside, the skirt was unbuttoned but instead of pushing it down Willow began to do body rolls while turning in a tight circle, the skirt dropped inch by achingly slow inch,
The air from Tara’s lungs was pushed suddenly from her, and her groin ached and moaned with want, Tara’s eyes were hooded and her hands were unconsciously clenching and unclenching, “Mine”
Willow heard it, looking over her shoulder she flicked her hips once more and the skirt landed at her feet, “Yes baby, yours..Come and get what’s your”
Tara was across the room fast then Willow thought possible, picking up the redhead Tara continued moving until the back of Willow’s knees hit the pool tables surface,
Willow hitched herself up until she was sitting on the very edge of the smooth table edge, now eye to eye with Tara Willow could feel the heat radiate of her lover,
Tara moved forward and commandeered Willow’s lips,
Willow was surprised at the strength of Tara’s ministrations, her kisses were desperate and full of need, her hands were gentle yet firm, Willow broke away from Tara’s lips to give voice to a long moan, Tara’s knowing hands were stroking up her inner thighs and rubbing lightly across the damp underwear she still wore, stretching the material slightly as she followed the valleys and ridges Willow’s body presented her with, Tara licked and sucked on Willow’s neck as the Redhead leaned back slightly, “Baby….I need you”
Tara bit back a moan at Willows request and slowly moved both hands down to remove Willows underwear, sliding her hands under the Redheads thighs she hooked her fingers in the back of the material and began to pull them slowly off, Willow lifted herself on the pool table with strong arms and shivered as cold air met warm wet flesh, underwear discarded to one side, Tara was pulling her own clothing off, needing skin on skin contact, naked Tara stepped in between Willows legs which opened naturally to accommodate her, taking a moment just to appreciate how gorgeous Willow really was, Moving Willow further up the Table, Tara climbed up and over the Redheads strewn out body kissing her collar bone she slipped her hand down the redheads slim body, as soon as Tara’s fingers met wiry hair Willow’s breathing doubled and the redhead pulled Tara in for a stunning kiss,
Willow’s flesh was warm and velvety; Tara always loved the feeling of Willow’s soft intimate flesh, moving two fingers lightly over Willows folds, Tara teased her slowly drawing out the sensations,
She jumped slightly as Willow’s thigh moved between her legs, positioning herself above it Tara moaned at the delicious friction on her clit began to rock against it in earnest,
Tara could feel Willow’s breathing pick up once again and knew the time for play was over, sitting up slightly Tara straightened her first two fingers and let them follow the natural curve of Willow body, feeling her arch at she penetrate her body, moaning Willow lifted her knees and used them to push Tara deeper into herself,
The two began to rock against each other harder and faster, Willow’s eyes were closed and her face one of agony and desperate pleasure, Willow felt Tara curve her fingers slightly and the whole experience was taken to a new height,
One hand had a death grip on Tara’s neck and hair and the other was thrown behind her to find something to ground her, finding a pool ball Willow snatched at it and held on for dear life,
Two body dripping with sweat moved against each other in sharp thrusts, Their breathing coming in short pants and gasps, Tara’s hair splayed over Willow’s chest as she felt herself getting wound tighter and tighter and knew she was close,
Willow’s eyes shot open and she looked into Tara’s eyes in a blinding intensity, “…Love…..you” Willow’s eyes slammed close as soon as the words came out and her face contorted into one of immense pleasure…almost unbearably so, her body arched, every muscle in her body tensed and she screamed, Tara followed her over the edge and with almost silent moans and a fallen tear.
Back in the house everyone froze as they heard Willow’s scream, only Anya seemed to be unfazed by the outburst, “Well that’s a different interpretation of snap, crackle pop….” A beat “Xander can we go now… there’s something I want to test out……”
...........and done.
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I hope it’s not too detailed or hard to incorporate these things into the storyline… This is my first thing ever to really post besides feedback, so hopefully it’s alright. So here goes 
but I think this could be wicked funny to read and probably to write about, so hopefully someone will go for it.
YAY for cocoa puffs! haha
. Love sam xx
haha
(i can try persuade you right lol) ah well