Ok, this has no plot. You’ve been warned. Hehe… this was based on a little bet made with MC a long long time ago in regards to her story the Stone Circle… I totally forgot about the bet, the deadline and lost. Heh… yeah, so this is the outcome of my total airheadedness. This was meant to be smut but I never got around to it. hehe… there may be an update one day with part two…
Set during season four, after *hush*.
PG-13
I totally plagiarized a bunch of dialogue and “stage” directions from certain episodes of the show. Sue me for copyright infringement. See if I care. I should sue you people for mental cruelty… :P
Hope you like…
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It was nearing two o’clock in the afternoon as Willow twiddled a feather between her fingers. While she heard Nicole’s voice overlap the all the other noise in the Commons, she wasn’t really listening. No. Certainly not while she was imagining running the small feather she’d found earlier that morning softly over Tara’s pale skin. Maybe she’d start along her cute toes and slowly trail up her curvaceous body. Willow smiled at the thought. ‘Or maybe I’ll begin trailing the feather from her delicate ear, down her cheek, down her throat, down Tara’s… breasts…’ So soft, just like the feather. Tara…
Willow glanced over towards the ash blonde sitting set to her. Squatting on the insanely small double couch made for much bodily contact. Contact Willow treasured. Tara’s thigh pressed against hers. Her generous hip, her shoulder… She inhaled the scent of her herbal shampoo.
Trying to be as discreetly as possible in such a public forum Willow’s eyes scanned Tara’s profile. It was an outline she knew by heart. She’d memorized it over the many book study sessions and magick conversations that seemed to last all night when the two were together. Her long forehead, her perfect nose, her seductive lips…
‘Oh my god, those lips. Taralips’… So soft, so… Willow almost giggled out loud, ‘Big’. They were twice the size of her own and Willow absolutely loved it.
She loved to kiss the girl, and kiss a lot she did. She remembered the first time her mouth touched Tara’s. It was a slow, tentative kiss at first, lips locking perfectly together like puzzle pieces. That first lip against lip had made her heart stall. She’d thought she’d had a heart attack and gone to heaven. Paradise.
Willow could still savor the vanilla lip gloss Tara had been wearing that night. She’d never forget it. Ever. She’d never forget how that that innocent first kiss had turned into an all night smoochfest either. How she loved to nibble, lick, suck, taste Tara’s lips whenever she could.
And her tongue… ‘Ok, need to stop thinking about this. It’s getting hot in here.’ Willow shivered as she reprimanded herself. But she couldn’t help it. She couldn’t stop contemplating about Tara.
She thought about how kissing Tara had lead to other fun stuff and touch they did. A lot. They’d certainly gotten hot and heavy since their introductory meeting over a month ago when the Gentlemen reigned, but it would always stop before the hot and heavy got too powerful between them and completely floaty. Floaty was exactly how Willow felt whenever Tara’s lips joined hers. When Tara’s fingers were in her hair lovingly kneading. When her hands touched her.
Willow recalled the night shirtless kissing moved on to braless pleasing. Oh how Willow quickly found out she was definitely a breast girl. Tara’s inherent shyness was quelled after a night of white mochas and a cheesy eighties movie marathon that allowed the redhead to unlock the clasp she’d been dying to unfasten. Finally, fingers and lips on tips and skin and mounds…
The first time she had touched Tara Willow had been so afraid she felt silly about it now. She knew breasts couldn’t break but even so she stroked them delicately, cautiously, in awe. They seemed so fragile in her hands. Maybe it was just Tara. Tara was slowly opening up to her. Slowly giving herself to Willow. That was certainly precious. It was a priceless gift and Willow knew she did need to be careful with it. She knew Tara was being careful with her.
Willow became increasingly lightheaded as she thought about Tara’s womanly body pressed against hers whenever they were alone, whether they were standing, sitting, on the bed. Anytime, anywhere. How just the presence of Tara and the hours and hours they spent exploring each other’s body was bliss.
While Willow’s body temperature rose and her cheeks flushed, Tara observed her fingers as they twirled the feather. Long thin fingers that made her skin dance. ‘I love those fingers... Those hands.’ She faintly smiled as she watched them. She wanted those fingers running over her body. Right now. Touching her. Carefully, softly like Willow tended to do during their hours together.
She took in a deep breath as she thought about Willow’s body. A body she was getting to know very well. It wasn’t just the touching. She loved caressing Willow’s body close and how it was completely encircled within hers when they hugged. How her arms held her intimately at night, how her muscular legs wrapped around hers and toes tickled each other’s feet. She loved playing connect the dots over Willow’s freckles, on her back, on her chest, arms, stomach, legs, anywhere and everywhere on her body.
She looked at the feather again and at the hand that controlled it. She wanted it playing with her instead. Playing with her body… on her… in her… Tara squeaked loudly at the arousing thought and all the attention suddenly turned to her. Included, of course, were Willow’s inquisitive green.
“Yeah? Tara? Guys, quiet. You have a suggestion?” Nicole, who had been practically monologue-ing for the last three minutes to a quiet Wicca group, asked.
Completely embarrassed by the attention, Tara just smiled and shook her head. She knew she was blushing. She felt it. Rising. Her chest was burning and constricting at the same time her heart raced. And, it didn’t help that she also felt Willow’s eyes on her. Tender eyes that always made her center ache for the redhead.
“Are you ok?” Willow whispered after Nicole dismissed the blonde and continued to talk about an upcoming Wiccan celebration they were organizing.
“I, umm…” Tara nodded with her trademarked half smile and unexpectedly rose from the couch.
Willow watched as Tara timidly headed through the double doors and into the connecting hall. ‘God, that skirt really cups her butt so well. Makes me just want to squeeze it.’ Willow’s eyes widened as her thoughts registered. ‘Enough already with the naughtyness!’ She began to chuckle out loud, unaware that the girls from the Wicca group had begun to look at her strangely.
Once she realized that now it was her who captivated their attention, Willow struggled for a response. “I, uh… She had, uh, paper on her shoes.” Willow frowned as she rolled her eyes before even finishing her statement. That was so mean. She couldn’t come up with a better excuse to be caught staring at Tara’s retreating figure? She was supposed to be a Scooby queen of stealthyness. “I, uh, I should therefore, uh, go tell her.”
With that Willow headed towards the double doors.
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In the bathroom Tara was hastily splashing cold water on her face when she felt something very soft caress her lower back. ‘Willow…’ Tara smiled. ‘Willow’s feather.’
That little exposed area of flesh in between Tara’s skirt and shirt always fascinated Willow. It was a small glimpse of the hidden treasure underneath the clothes. Tara’s body. Tara’s curvaceous naked body. Always covered up. Always well hidden. It added to the mystery she so wanted to solve. Slowly she was.
“You ok?” Without even being asked Willow already had some paper towel sheets ready for her to use. “Here.”
Tara she reached behind her and grabbed them. “Yes. Thank you.” She added as she carefully pressed the towels against her face. Once the wetness was all soaked up she looked at Willow’s reflection through the mirror in front of her and smiled. “Thanks.”
Willow grinned. “Anything for you.” Her fingers were now the instruments touching her skin. So softly, so sweetly. “What happened back there?” the redhead asked, her eyes never breaking away from Tara’s gaze through the bathroom mirror.
Those green eyes that seemed to change color with Willow’s moods were burning deep within her. Right now they were a playful forest green. Tara knew exactly what Willow was thinking and it was turning her on. “Oh, you know… Talk. All talk: blah blah Gaia blah blah moon, menstrual life…force… power...” Tara’s sense of speech stopped as Willow tenderly pressed her body up against hers. A deep sigh suddenly escaped her lips. Heat was rising again, her heart was racing. Willow’s hands were now slowly moving over to Tara’s belly. Teasing. Tingling. “Oh god…” Her voice cracked with desire. “Willow…”
“Yes?” Willow replied, her tone all inviting, as she cheerfully kissed Tara’s exposed neck. Her hot breath tickled Tara’s ear as an eager tongue darted out and gently licked the earringless lobe. Another lick was felt before teeth carefully bit on it.
A simple action like breathing became increasingly difficult as she deliberately drove her body back, further into Willow’s. Tara’s center throbbed, tremors quickly rushed through her body and her knees buckled. The redhead’s mouth now kissed her jaw as skillful hands caressed Tara’s breasts, fingers teasing the rapidly rising nipples. Tara couldn’t help but sigh a moan as her hands grabbed onto the sink for support.
The stimulating sound made Willow’s mouth water. She gently spun Tara around towards her and held her against the sink. She could feel the fire rising in between her legs. It was inescapable. She loved touching Tara. Everywhere. Everywhere Tara would let her touch her. Her hands knew the blonde’s upper body extraordinarily well but her fingers still had yet to travel within Tara’s bikini area. Everywhere else on Tara’s body was well experienced. Very well experienced.
In truth, both were shy when it got too arousing. There were times they got so hot that there was nothing left to do but go the next step. However, their shyness always made them stop. Although Willow had more sexual experience than Tara both were unpracticed with this kind of lovemaking and both were certainly being patient about it. Sometimes so patient it physically hurt.
Tara, completely inflamed by Willow’s mouth kissing her neck again, gently bit her lower lip before replying, “Not here.”
Willow smiled devilishly as her eyes connected with Tara’s. She quietly asked, “Why not?”
But Tara didn’t reply. She couldn’t. She had captured Willow’s lips with her own.
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After being suddenly and rudely interrupted by two girls entering the public bathroom, Willow and Tara begrudgingly walked back to the Wicca group. During their haste retreat from each other’s contact, Willow’s finger had accidentally gotten caught with Tara’s bra strap as one of Tara’s nail broke with the open zipper from Willow’s blue jeans. Needless to say much stumbling, giggling and blushing occurred.
It wasn’t that they wanted to return to the bunch of wanna blessed be’s. Both girls were too hungry for each other and they definitely had better, funner things to do on this Saturday than listen to Nicole and Cheryl talk about a festival they probably wouldn’t attend anyhow. Both Willow and Tara were getting restless with the mindless chatter of the Wicca group and had already decided this would be the last time they would attend. They treasured the power Willow and Tara had with each other, and only each other.
The actual return to the Wicca group was due to the fact both had left their bags in the circle of so called womanly love. Willow chuckled at the thought. ‘These girls don’t know the first thing about womanly love’. They didn’t know what it felt like to kiss another girl’s soft, soft lips. The smooth and non-stubbly chin and cheeks. No prickly five o’clock shadow to mess with and leave marks on fair skin after hours of kissing. They didn’t know how it felt to curl up against another body and not have coarse chest hair prick your face. How instead you had buoyant soft mounds great for both playing and napping.
They would never know that nothing was odd because everything was similar. Not the same, never the same, just familiar. Her boldness to touch Tara, caress Tara, love Tara was pressed by that fact. She felt one with Tara. Whole. She knew what to expect, what buttons to press, what rhythm worked. The path wasn’t exactly the same as herselfs but there was an innate and organic profundity to making love to a woman that others would never understand.
She frowned as another thought popped up, ‘Hello, neither do you, you doofus.’ Her eyes lingered on the object of her affections as Tara sat down next to her. ‘Oh god, I want to make love to her so badly.’ Willow felt another current run through her body as Tara’s shoulder lined up with hers again.
She still had the feather in her had and began to playfully tickle Tara’s arm with it as Cheryl’s voice began to drown out the rest of the noise in the Commons. She continued to talk about the preparations for the Bacchanal.
After about two minutes of feather rousing, two minutes of fantasies with Willow’s fingers doing the touching in intimate places, two minutes of sweet building torture, Tara couldn’t help but loudly yell out, “Tha-That's right! The, the volume. The text.”
Cheryl wasn’t the only one with a perplexed look on her face as she asked the blonde, “What text?”
Willow straightened up in her seat, she knew exactly what Tara was getting at, “The volume-y text. You know? The, the M’rumphhhrmphh report.” She mumbled out. She didn’t care how insane that sounded. The girls in the Wicca group never paid her any mind anyhow. Tara was giving them a way out of this meeting and she was certainly there to support her.
“The what now?” Nicole asked as everyone else in the group stared at the two giggling girls.
Tara nodded and explained as she slowly stood up from the couch, “Oh, there's just a few volumes back at the dorm that deal with mystical chants, bacchanals. It might be relevant.”
Willow was already grabbing both their bags, “Yeah, we could, um-“ She looked over at Tara’s smiling face and nodded quickly… “Great, we'll, uh, go check it out and uh, we'll give you a call.”
That was the last time Willow and Tara ever attended the Wicca group.
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THE END...
"She has magic fingers." Then, as though the words had just echoed back to her and sounded not at all right, she perked up and glanced around at the others. "On the keyboard." Tara, The Wisdom Of War...
Loved this, Rane! And Willow's line about supposedly being a "Scooby queen of stealthyness" had me laughing. 
Those were especially nice. 
**puppy dog eyes**
I really don't have time to read all the multi part fics out there now, but I do so need my WT goodies. Like this, short but sweet and just screaming for a part 2 and 3 and 4 and just forget what I said about not having time to read multi part fics ok? 