by eday69 » Sun Jul 20, 2008 10:00 am
Chapter 8
Willow awoke the next morning and turned to find the space next to her empty. She didn’t expect the blond to stay, but thought maybe she would. Willow sighed and tried to shrug it off, but deep down it hurt a little. Willow groaned at her feelings. This is what always happens, let people in and they hurt you. I’m just glad that’s over with. A minor fluke in my life, I have learned my lesson. Thought I had learned it before, but apparently you are a glutton for pain. Willow rambled in her head as she grabbed a robe and headed out to make herself some coffee.
She turned the kitchen corner and stopped in her tracks. The blond stood at the counter mixing something in a bowl. She had a pair of Willow’s boxers and white tank top on. Willow let a small smile grace her lips as she took the sight of the beauty.
“Morning sleepy head.” Tara said without turning to look at Willow.
“Um…hi.” Willow choked out, her voice having only been used the first time that day.
“Are you hungry?”
“Yeah.” Sentences Willow, she scolded herself. The blond turned and Willow was again falling under the spell of sapphire eyes. Tara’s hair was a bit tousled from sleep, and Willow’s clothes looked sensational on Tara’s body. Willow felt her mouth go even dryer than it had been when she woke up.
“I’m making pancakes, would you like some coffee?”
“Ok.” God damn it, you really can say more than one word answers.
Tara turned and grabbed a cup from the cupboard and began to fill it with the black liquid.
“I thought you left.” Gah! Anything but that sentence idiot. Willow didn’t try to back track, what she said was out and she would let it play.
“Why did you think that?”
“Why do you always answer a question with a question?”
“Why do you have to question everything?”
Willow let Tara’s answer bounce around in her brain for a moment. Tara placed the mug in front of Willow who had taken a seat on a stool at the end of the bar. Willow glanced down at her mug of coffee. Black, just like I like it. Willow watched as Tara moved about the kitchen preparing breakfast. Her movements were so smooth and sure, she seemed to flow around the kitchen like she had always lived there.
They ate in relative silence, but this time Willow was comfortable. They didn’t need to talk, they both just ate. They each shared shy glances across the table, until Tara broke the silence.
“I need to go.”
Willow tried not to show the emotion that swept through her at that moment. “Ok”
“As much as I would love to wear your clothes, and smell your scent on me all day, I don’t think I would impress Mimi in your boxers.” Tara smiled sexily and winked at Willow.
Willow found her voice at Tara’s gesture. “Oh I don’t know, I think Mimi would be very impressed if she could see you in boxers.”
Willow saw Tara’s gaze go from amused to lustful right before Tara leapt from her chair, knocking it over, and firmly plated herself on Willow’s lap. She grabbed Willow’s hair and roughly pulled Willow’s mouth to hers. Willow felt Tara’s tongue push past her lips and she met it half way. She felt shivers up and down her back as Tara ran her long fingers into her hair, massaging her scalp with her fingernails. It was gone all too soon.
Willow opened her eyes to see Tara stand up and start to back away. Tara’s eyes seemed to look directly into her soul and caress it with her own. Tara grabbed her purse and jacket from the living room and walked out the door.
Willow stared at the back of the door and then at the over turned chair. Two plates sat on the table with discarded pancakes and syrup. She genuinely smiled to herself as she cleared the plates and up righted the chair. She had never felt this good and this awful at the same time. It was like her soul was being pulled in two. Half of her wanting to reach out to the blond, the other half wanting to recoil and move as far as possible from the beauty.
Willow entered her office intending to work, when she noticed the edge of the painting that still sat in the closet. She grasped the frame and pulled the painting out. She set it against the adjacent wall so she could look at it while she worked. It was a reminder of what she had done the previous night. She thought it would help her punish herself, for giving in to someone else, for letting her guard down. Instead it only reminded her of the pleasure she felt when Tara was all over her. Her essence seeping into Willow, and Willow couldn’t push it away.
She left the painting there, for three days. She didn’t go to the gallery, and Tara didn’t come to see her, for three days. Willow hit the send button on her email and sat back in her chair and rested her hands on top her head and turned toward the picture. It was undeniable that she missed Tara, but Willow took it as part of her punishment. She didn’t sit there long until she heard her doorbell ring.
She was genuinely surprised to see Buffy standing on her porch as she opened the door.
“Buffy?” She questioned as her friend brushed past her with excitement.
“I got your email.” Buffy said holding up her blackberry. She was smiling and bouncing on her toes in the living room.
Willow raised her eyebrows in a question.
“Hello?! A party Wil? We need to plan. Where are we going to have it? What kind of food? Any entertainment?”
“Um…I guess I didn’t think that far ahead. I thought here.”
“This is very uncharacteristic of you Wil.”
“What? Not planning it all out first, there’s still time, I mean it’s in two weeks.”
“No not that, well yes that too, but two staff parties in two months, what’s the deal Wil?”
“I don’t know, I mean everyone has been working hard. I wouldn’t have a company if it wasn’t for you guys. You know that right? I just want everyone to know that I can’t do it all alone and I really appreciate the professionalism and really great software we produce.”
“What’s going on Wil? I have known you since high school, you have always been the one to do everything by yourself, everything you built you did by yourself. All of a sudden you are thanking the staff. Have you even checked the code on the Compton account? I’m not buying it Wil.”
“Yeah, I built that company all on my own. It’s about time that I trust my staff and they take some responsibility for their work. I can’t control everything.” Willow was getting increasingly agitated under Buffy’s scrutiny.
“Hey, chill Wil. I’m just saying your different. How’s Tara by the way?”
Willow narrowed her eyes at Buffy, she was sure Buffy knew why she was asking. Willow didn’t answer and crossed her arms on her chest. Buffy laughed.
“Ok enough interrogation. We have a party to plan. How about caterers, and maybe get a local band to play?”
“That’s fine whatever, just make it great and charge it to the company.”
“Ok I’ll catch you later.”
“Wait, how’d you get here so fast, I just sent the email like 10 minutes ago.”
“I was in the neighborhood. I have a date.” Buffy smiled.
“Ah, I knew you didn’t dress that nice for work.” Willow smiled as Buffy waived over her shoulder.
It was around 7pm when Willow arrived outside Aberrant Art. She nervously wiped her palms on her jeans and toyed with the note in her pocket. She pushed open the door and cringed even before the door hit the bell.
“Willow Hi!” Anya greeted while walking around the corner.
“Hey, um…is Tara here?”
“Sorry she’s in a meeting.”
Willow looked down at the floor deflated. She grabbed the note in her pocket and shoved it in Anya’s hand. “Just give her this.” She said as she turned around and started walking toward the door.
“Willow wait!” Anya called after her.
“Here.” Anya said as she equally shoved a piece of paper in Willow’s hand. “She said to give this to you if you came by.”
Willow exited the gallery and felt the cool air hit her flushed face. She had felt nervous and scared in the gallery, now that she was out, she let out a shaky breath. She gently opened the piece of paper that just held an address.
The next night Willow paced outside the address she had received from Tara. It was a loft downtown. She finally took a deep breath and walked through the foyer and onto the elevator. It was an old building and the elevator was more a freight elevator than for visitors. The whole building freaked Willow out. She stood before the large steel door which held the apartment number on the paper and gently rasped with her knuckles. The door slid to the left to reveal Tara.
“What took you so long?” Tara questioned as she stood in the door way.
“I…um…” Willow stammered.
“Come in.” Tara said as she grabbed Willow’s wrist and pulled her through the door and into the loft.
Willow glanced back at Tara as she shut the door. The blond stood out in sharp contrast to her surroundings. Willow knew of the softness of Tara’s skin, the feel of her silky hair, it seemed so odd to see her framed by the cold steel that surrounded her.
“Do you like it?” Tara asked as she spread her arms out indicating to Willow to actually look around. Willow did as she was told and glanced around. The place was nice, very nice. A stainless steel kitchen sat off to Willow’s right and the living room off to the left. Steel beams adorned the walls and ceilings, paintings hung sporadically about the room. Willow turned and saw a partition which she assumed the bed and bath was behind. She walked over to take a closer look at the paintings and realized that every one was Tara’s. She gently ran her fingers over one of the pieces.
“These are all yours.”
“Yes.” Tara said as she watched Willow.
Willow continued to take in all the pieces. “They are beautiful. The contrast of this place is just breathtaking.”
“I thought you might like it.” Tara said.
Willow turned to face her with tears in her eyes. “This whole place, it’s just wonderful. I get this amazing feeling being in here. I just feel like I was made to be here, right now, this is me.” Willow saw Tara walk toward her and felt Tara’s hand cup her cheek.
“I know Willow. I feel it too, you belong here. What took you so long?”
Willow let out a little laugh remembering when Tara opened the door. She was getting accustomed to crying in front of Tara and didn’t even move to wipe her tears.
“Would you like a drink?” Tara asked and Willow nodded. Tara went into the kitchen and Willow took a seat in the living room. “I got your note.” Tara said while fussing in the kitchen.
“And…” Willow questioned sitting up a little further on the couch so she wouldn’t miss what Tara had to say.
“I would love to go to your company party, but what am I going as?”
“What do you mean?” Willow asked as Tara set the classes down and took a seat on the couch.
“I mean, when someone asks me who I am what do I tell them.”
“Well what do you want to tell them?”
“I want to tell them I am the woman who loves to take you to bed and fuck you all night. I want to tell them I am the woman whose arms you wake up in and the woman who makes you pancakes in the morning. I want to tell them all that, but in the interest of time I would want to tell them I am your girlfriend.”
“Ok.” Willow said as she internally did a happy dance.
“So why the soiree?” Tara said as she crossed her legs and leaned back on the couch.
“Well the staff has been doing a good job, and the whole hacking thing happened and I just want them to know they are appreciated.”
“Hum.” Tara said seeming to contemplate this new information.
“Why do you like me Tara?” Willow asked and set the drink on the coffee table. She didn’t even try to mask the vulnerable emotion that crossed her face.
Tara coked her head to the side as Willow had seen her do time and time again. She too set her drink down and grabbed Willows hands, which had landed in her lap and balled her shirt material into fists.
“Willow, everything you are feeling, I feel it too. I’m just not fighting it.” Tara adjusted herself so she sat sideways on the couch to face Willow more fully. “From the moment I saw you in the gallery, looking at my painting, I knew. You are the one Willow. The one who is meant for me. You can fight it as much as you want, but you have to admit we are made for each other. We fit together, and just get each other. You are every thing I always wanted, but never knew I needed. Not until that day I saw you, then I knew I needed you, more than anything in my entire life, I needed you.”
Willow glanced down at their intertwined hands. She knew it, and she knew Tara knew she knew it. Willow cleared the emotion that had built up in her throat and tried to change it to a more lighter subject.
“How are things with the gallery, and Mimi?” She asked. Tara dropped her hands and frowned a bit.
“Ok I guess, I thought the application would be a breeze, but Mimi has some unconventional requests.”
Willow furrowed her brow, she didn’t like Mimi and now Mimi making ‘unconventional requests’ really infuriated her. “Like what?” She questioned.
Willow was surprised to see Tara turn to her with lustful eyes. “I don’t want to talk about Mimi anymore.” Tara stated as she inched closer, like a lion and it’s prey.
Willow quickly congratulated herself on her new found ability to read Tara. It was short lived as it soon turned into arousal at the look Tara was giving her. “What do you want to talk about?” Willow squeaked.
“I don’t want to talk. I want to play.” Tara said as a predatory smile graced her face. She stood and held her hand out for Willow and led her behind the partition into the bedroom. “I have a game Willow.” Tara toyed with her voice, as she slowly backed Willow up to the bed. “Do you want to play a game?”
Willow could only nod as her arousal flowed freely into her panties.
“There are two rules to this game. One, no touching. Two, you can only come when I tell you.”
Willow couldn’t help but keep the smile off her face, she knew she would be good at this game. She was a master when it came to punishing herself for her shortcomings, now someone else was willing to punish her and it elated her. Secretly Willow had always loved the idea of bondage, but she had pushed it so far back in her mind she hadn’t even remembered it until this very moment.
“Do you understand the rules?”
“Yes Tara.” Willow beamed, she found it difficult to wipe the smile off her face, but managed to do so as she felt Tara’s hands come to cup her face. Tara’s eyes twinkled as they looked deep into Willow’s, and a smile spread across Tara’s face. Willow felt Tara push her gently back so she fell on top of the bed. Tara brought her face within inches of Willow’s face. Willow could feel Tara’s breath on her face, but she didn’t dare move. She felt Tara place her hands on her shoulders and gently push back so Willow sat on the bed.
“Strip and get in the middle of the bed.” Tara commanded as she stood at the edge of the bed.
Willow momentarily thought about taking it slow, but her body demanded that she remove her clothes as fast as possible. She moved her arms back and scooted herself in the center of the bed. She eyed Tara as the blond bent over and retrieved something from the bed side table. Willow felt the black silk scarf graze over her breasts as Tara straddled her brought her hands to the redheads wrists. Willow looked into Tara’s azure eyes that swallowed her whole.
No words were said or needed as Tara took her wrists and gently tied them to the bed with the scarf. Tara’s eyes never leaving Willow’s. Willow felt herself drip out onto the sheets below when Tara tied the last knot and gently slipped off the bed. Willow watched Tara step back and admire her work. Tara turned and began to light candles that were placed through out the apartment.
Willow watched with her mouth open as Tara gently began removing her clothes. Her ample breasts spilling out of her sweater and come to rest above her toned abs. Willow squirmed in anticipation.
Tara raised her eyebrow and Willow knew she needed a safe word.
“Plato.” Willow responded to the unvoiced question.
Tara simply nodded before commanding. “Spread you legs for me.” Willow obeyed. “Oh God Willow, you are absolutely gorgeous. I can’t explain how amazingly beautiful you are right now. All open just for me.”
“Just for you.” Willow echoed and opened her legs wider. Tara’s words seemed to cut Willow from her clit to the top of her head. But she didn’t move, didn’t make a sound as she laid there, bound at the wrists giving herself to Tara.
Tara knelt on the bed in between Willow’s legs. Willow felt Tara run her fingernails up and down her legs, causing her to jerk involuntarily.
“Do you remember the rules Willow?” Tara asked saucily.
Willow nodded and stared back at Tara. Tara ran her hand over Willow’s center, gently barely touching the short red curls. Then her hands snaked up Willow’s side and to her breasts where she kneaded and squeezed the flesh. Willow closed her eyes and tilted her head back. She had never felt so open with anyone; Tara seemed to be all over her. Her whole body hummed and she wasn’t sure where Tara was touching, her touch seemed everywhere. Then Willow felt Tara’s mouth touch her pussy, and her hips jerked at the contact. Willow rocked her hips as Tara’s tongue worked her clit in a circular motion. It was over all to soon as Willow felt Tara’s mouth leave her clit and she opened her eyes to see Tara hovering over her. She furrowed her brow a bit and Tara answered her silent question.
“You didn’t think it would be that easy now did you?” Tara smiled at
Willow from above her face.
Willow smiled in return and Tara quickly lowered her face and plunged her
tongue in Willow’s mouth. Willow had never felt anything more erotic in her life. To taste herself on Tara almost made her come right then, but remembering the rules Willow willed herself to stop.
“Tell me what you are feeling Willow.” Tara commanded as she brought her hand down to massage Willow’s clit again.
“I-I feel you…everywhere.”
“How does it feel Willow?” Tara questioned again and brought her own hand up to pinch and grope her own breast.
“Ahh…It feels…amazing.” Willow managed to get out between the huge breaths that she was taking.
“You look amazing Willow, I almost came just looking at you, tied to the bed, waiting for me.”
“Oh Tara.” Willow moaned when she felt Tara insert two fingers into her wet opening.
“Tell me Willow, tell me everything, don’t hold anything back.” Tara commanded still rubbing her now hard nipples.
“I feel you inside me, like this is how I am supposed to feel. You inside me.” Willow managed as she took in the sight of the blond above her. Tara removed her hand from Willow and started to rub herself. Now kneeling above Willow’s torso she worked her own clit in a circle.
“Oh Willow, you make me feel so good.” Tara plunged two fingers inside herself as she continued to masturbate above Willow. Willow could do nothing but watch this angel pleasure herself. “Oh God Willow, just thinking about you makes me wet, picturing your mouth all over me, your tongue inside me, oh God Willow.” Tara’s head flew back as she reached orgasm and sprayed her juice all over Willow’s stomach. Willow lay there unable to move her arms and desperately moving her hips trying to find some form of contact to gain release. But there was nothing, nothing she could do, she had to wait until Tara said she could. She whimpered a little as aftershocks rocked Tara’s body. She felt the wet of Tara’s cum drip down the side of her torso. She had never felt this pent up in her life, she needed release and she needed it now.
“T-Tara please.” She pleaded as she squirmed below the blond. Tara smiled and again moved between her legs. Tara took a long lick up Willow’s folds.
“Willow you’re so wet. Did my little display make you this wet?”
“Yes, God Tara Yes.” Willow said bucking up trying to coax Tara to continue. Tara took the hint and dove in again. Willow felt her orgasm building, and building, she felt like she was going to explode as Tara’s expert tongue worked her inside and out. She grabbed at the scarf that held her hands and squeezed until her knuckles were white trying to hold off her orgasm until Tara told her to.
Tara inserted two fingers while her mouth was latched onto Willow’s clit. Willow thought she would die if she had to hold on any longer. Her legs felt numb and the Earth ceased to exist until Tara spoke the words Willow longed to hear.
“Come for me my darling.” And Willow did just that, exploding on Tara’s face as her whole body came off the bed in a release of monumental proportions.
When Willow came to, her hands were untied and Tara’s head rested on her shoulder. Tara’s other hand lazily drew imaginary patterns on Willow’s torso. Willow sighed and Tara lifted her head.
“How are you doing?”
“Great, amazing, wonderful.” Willow said trying to wipe the smile off her face, but failing miserably. “Tired?” Willow asked seeing Tara’s eyes droop a bit.
Tara nodded, and Willow brought her hand up to push Tara’s head back on her shoulder and ran her fingers through the long blond silk hair.
Willow woke again sometime in the middle of the night. She tried to memorize the way their legs entwined as Tara drifted off beside her. Willow was afraid the day would come when she would wake up alone. No matter what she had heard Tara tell her, something deep inside her brain kept warning her this was too good to be true. Whenever they were together, Willow’s fears would be kissed away, but in the darkness of a foreign bedroom the silence was screaming at her to relish in every last moment because they would be gone all too soon. She stared at Tara’s face, gone was the woman who was in control, and in her place the quiet peacefulness of a small child. Willow felt scared. I wonder when she is going to wake up and realize that she’s wasting her time on me. Thoughts began bombarding her skull until she could no longer lay there and stare at Tara.
She turned and walked naked to the bathroom, where she found a robe and put it on and continued on to the living room. She sat in the dark, the only light coming in the window from the streetlight below. Willow felt out of control. She wanted and needed Tara so badly, to not have her would certainly kill her. But there was absolutely nothing she could do to prevent Tara from leaving. Nothing she could do to prevent the pain from happening, and that made Willow body shake with fear.
“Can’t sleep?” Tara’s soft voice wafted through the apartment.
Willow wasn’t startled, but rather put at ease from Tara’s calming voice. She glanced across where Tara stood naked next to the partition, and nodded.
“You either?”
“I’m a light sleeper.” Tara replied as she fished another robe from her dresser. She made her way toward Willow and sat down on the couch before saying. “Talk to me Willow.”
“I don’t really know where to start. This” Willow signaled to her and Tara. “I like it, a lot.”
“And?” Tara prompted.
“It scares me. I mean what happens when it’s over.” Willow threw up her hand before Tara could protest. “And I know what you are going to say.” Willow gave a little smile toward Tara. Tara moved off the couch and knelt in front of Willow and took Willow’s hands in her own. “It’s good now, I mean you are here, touching me, being with me, but what happens when you leave? I don’t know if I can make it after all this, but I can’t stop it. It’s like I’m in this Ferris wheel and I can’t get off, don’t want to get off. I know eventually I’ll get kicked off because they have to close the park, and I don’t know where I’ll be when that happens.” Willow looked down at her hands which were clasped tightly with Tara’s. “What do you do? When I’m not here, how do you deal with that?” Although the sentence didn’t make much sense, Willow knew Tara would understand.
“Oh Willow. It’s hard, I usually throw myself into work, but you are always on my mind. I’m scared too. I have fallen completely in love with you and I have never felt like this before, about anyone. I don’t know what’s going to happen in the future, but I know I love you and that will never change.” Willow looked into Tara’s eyes and realized she was right. Take it one day at a time and see what happens. “Come on, let’s go to bed.” Tara said standing, but not letting go of Willows hands.
They lay down naked next to each other, Tara spooning Willow from behind. Willow felt like she was wrapped in a warm cocoon where nothing could get her. She felt Tara’s love pour into her soul keeping her safe as she drifted off to sleep.
Can't wait for the next part 
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