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AUTHOR: Laragh
CHAPTER RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: These things are a bitch to write a different account for every time, so here’s the deal; I DON’T OWN THE CHARACTERS. Never have, never will, just borrowing them to continue my existence in happy denial-land.
SUMMARY: Willow leaves the only home she’s ever known to fulfil her parent’s dream of her attending New York University, but ends up having her own dreams come true in the process.
SPOILERS: Nope. This is totally Uber. Oh, but I probably will steal some dialogue here and there.
FEEDBACK: I crave it like I crave Oreos and milk. (Which is a lot. Just to be clear.)
Chapter 33 ********
Previously:Quote:
When they arrived, Tara surprised Willow by continuing up the stairs when they were at their floor.
“We live on three, baby,” Willow said, tugging her back down the couple of steps her girlfriend had walked up.
Tara just turned and gave her a half smile, continuing to walk up the stairs.
“Come on. I wanna show you something.”
Willow shrugged and let herself be lead up more flights of stairs, until there were no more left and they were standing in front of a door that had ‘roof’ written on it. Tara kicked the left corner of the door three times, then turned the knob, opening it.
“Little OCD there, baby?”
“This door’s been broken for years,” Tara chuckled, “It won’t open unless you do that.”
“That has to be a fire hazard,” Willow commented, then drew a sharp breath as her girlfriend walked her onto the roof-top, twinkling lights from the surrounding buildings all around them.
“Over here,” Tara said as she brought them over around a large metal contraption to where a blanket was laid out with two pillows on top.
“When did you do this?”
“Before you woke up. I wasn’t sure I’d get a chance, so I slipped up and set it up then went back and snuggled into you and, well, you remember what happened next. I’m just glad it didn’t rain.”
The brunette had laid them both down while she was speaking, Willow’s head resting on her shoulder.
“The idea was that I’d end what I’d hoped would be a romantic birthday with some further romantic star-gazing, but I kind of forgot that we live in New York…there’s way too many lights on to be able to see them.”
“So we’ll neon-light gaze. Just looking at the sky is beautiful as well, honey,” Willow replied, giving the taller girl a kiss on the cheek, “When I was home for the holidays, I used to look at the sky and imagine you were looking at it too. Made me feel closer to you.”
Tara felt a rush of love and entwined their hands, resting them on the redhead’s stomach before something caught her eye.
“Hey! There’s a star! Bright one, too,” she said, pointing just below the left of the moon.
“That’s Jupiter,” Willow replied with a smile.
“Jupiter?”
“Yep. Jupiter.”
“But…but I thought Jupiter was green.”
Willow looked her girlfriend, raising both her eyebrows, a small smile tugging the sides of her mouth.
“Green? Um, no. It’s like swirls of orange and brown…and white if I remember correctly. Anyway, from this far away it just looks like another star, bright though, like you said.”
“So I’m guessing it doesn’t have the little grey men on it either?” Tara asked jokingly.
Willow giggled and shook her head.
“I doubt it. If it did have life, the temperatures would be too high for them to be like earth humans-”
Tara snorted at the words ‘earth humans’ and Willow hit her playfully.
“But,” she continued, smiling, “There could be water-based life there. Or ammonia-based. Jupiter is like a gas giant.”
“How’d you know so much about it?”
“Philosophy major, remember? I have classes on Ancient Mythology and stuff. Jupiter was a Greek God, the Roman equivalent of Zeus and the professor talked about the planet itself as well.”
“Smarty-pants,” Tara teased, good-naturedly.
“Says the girl who’s going to make a living putting her hands into people.”
Tara stayed quiet, smirking, as she waited for her girlfriend to realise what she said. It only took three seconds.
“Oh, wait, I didn’t mean like that, I meant ‘cause you wanna be a doctor and a fertility specialist so you’d have to perform surgeries and stuff, which means you have to put your hands into people, but not into like,
places, well, maybe places, ‘cause again, fertility doctor, which kind of involves that general area, but that’s like, different, ‘cause I’ll be the only one who you’re touching there in like a love way, I mean, right?”
Tara turned her head, her smirk changed to a loving smile.
“Of course. Only woman I’ll ever love so only woman I’ll ever touch in a ‘love way’ as you put it.”
Willow looked sheepish for a second, before matching her girlfriend’s smile.
“I had a great birthday. You made it wonderful. You make everything wonderful.”
Tara looked bashful for a moment before leaning her head down to meet Willow’s lips in a gentle kiss. The gentleness quickly escalated into unrestrained passion as Willow moved her head up onto the pillow and cupped the brunette’s cheek, bringing their mouths closer together as their tongues duelled.
After several minutes of kissing, Tara pulled her girlfriend on top of her and slipped her hands under her t-shirt, caressing the skin of her back. Willow moaned into the kiss, until she felt the taller girl start to pull at the hem of her top and pulled back.
“We should go back to the apartment,” she said, her breathing heavy.
Tara shook her head.
“No? You, um, don’t wanna…?” Willow asked, trying not to show her disappointment.
“I do,” Tara replied, her eyes darker than Willow had ever seen, “Right here, right now.”
“Here?” Willow asked, “But, but it’s a roof and, and there’s people on the street, and…”
“You said you wanted to be wilder. Make love with me right here, out in the open…under Jupiter,” Tara smirked.
Willow sat back slightly and raised her arms in silent compliance, her heart beating furiously as the thought of making love in ‘public’, despite the fact that they were eight stories up, thrilling her more than she would have thought possible.
Tara’s face lit up and she pulled her lover’s t-shirt off, removing her bra in one fluid motion. She admired the blue navel ring again for a moment before raising her head and sucking an already-hard nipple into her mouth, stretching her arms out behind her to balance herself.
“Ohh, baby,” Willow breathed, fluttering her eyes closed, “That’s so good.”
The brunette started sucking the flesh of her girlfriend’s breast into her mouth, gradually taking more and more until she was engulfing it completely. The sensation made the redhead lose her balance, pushing them both back onto the blanket, Tara’s head landing on the pillow with Willow’s breasts being pushed into her face.
She took advantage of the new position by switching back and forth between breasts as her hands found their way to the smaller girl’s belt buckle, undoing it before popping the button of her jeans, lowering the zipper and pulling the material over her ass. Willow shook herself free of her jeans, stepping on the ends when they pooled around her ankles and reached a hand between their bodies to rid Tara of her leather pants, a feat she managed to achieve in mere seconds as the brunette, impressively, never let up her ministrations.
“Oh yes, yes,” Willow moaned as she felt the taller girl bite down particularly hard on one of her nipples, then sooth it with her tongue, “Oh god I need…I need…”
Much to Tara’s surprise, the redhead rolled them, taking her away from her playthings. She was just about to pout when she felt the buttons on her own shirt being quickly undone; both that and her front-clasping bra being shoved down her shoulders.
“Mmhh, boobs,” Willow said dreamily, reaching both hands up to squeeze the firm flesh, keeping her gaze firmly fixed on the globes in front of her, “Take our panties off, baby. My hands are busy.”
Tara could do nothing but comply, loving the attention her breasts were getting and carefully dragged both of their panties down their bodies, leaving them fully naked and exposed to the cold air. The brunette felt a slight chill across her back but the molten heat of desire coursing through her veins easily outweighed it. She took Willow’s hand from her chest and put them on her cheeks, before lowering herself fully on top of her girlfriend and cupping her cheeks as well, letting their lips meet so they could kiss each other deeply, bodies moving rhythmically.
After a while, Tara recognised the ache in her groin becoming unbearable and knew Willow would be a similar state, so she pulled back, taking a few much needed breaths before grinning.
“What would my birthday girl like this evening, hmm? Fingers? Tongue? Both?”
Willow shook her head shyly, eliciting a curious look from the brunette. The smaller girl answered by bending one of her knees and throwing her leg across the other girl’s ass, pushing their centres together.
“Ooh, you want us to rub our pussies together,” Tara said, her grin getting even bigger.
Willow blushed despite herself and nodded. Tara held herself up on her forearms so she’d have more leverage and started a slow grinding motion, moving up and down.
“I love it like this,” Tara continued, her voice a hoarse whisper as she felt her lips part from the pressure, her clit rubbing against Willow’s deliciously, “Oh, you’re so wet.”
Willow moaned as she too felt her girlfriend’s wetness, mingling with her own, the mere though of it enough to make her light-headed and dug her heel even more into the brunette’s ass, pushing them closer.
“This is incredible, Tara,” she said quietly, her eyes shut tight, “Go faster.”
Tara started grinding faster, letting out a long, guttural moan as she did so and felt her lover clutch at her shoulders, digging her short nails into the flesh there. She started moving her hips even faster in response as Willow grunted, feeling every movement against her throbbing clit. Both girls continued pumping their hips into each other, the tension steadily rising as loud moaning got lost into the air.
“Baby, I’m coming,” Willow panted as she felt her toes begin to curl.
Tara groaned, then opened her eyes, her lids heavy.
“Open your eyes,” she rasped out, looking straight into green depths when her girlfriend replied, “Scream my name.”
“What?” Willow asked, confused and almost completely delirious with bliss.
“I want you to scream my name. With the thousands of people on the street who could hear, know exactly what we’re doing; know that we love each other. Scream my name.”
Tara punctuated her words by thrusting harder against the redhead and Willow threw her head back against the pillow, howling into the night as the orgasm broke within her, making her whole body erupt in pleasure.
“TAAARRRAAA!”
The almost deafening scream of her lover as enough to send the brunette over the edge and found her own voice rising to a decibel she didn’t even know she was capable of achieving.
“WILLLOOOW!”
Eight floors down, the people walking the streets of New York, used to the often loud and unusual sounds that came with living in the city that never sleeps, continued about their business as usual.
Tara, meanwhile, had collapsed on top of her girlfriend, both of them taking huge lungfuls of air as they came down from their high, the occasional shudder running through one to the other as their whole bodies tingled.
“Tara, that was amazing,” Willow said, her breath still slightly laboured, “So amazing. Exhilarating and, and spine-tingling; everything-tingling, really and anyone could’ve heard and I don’t care, I don’t care one bit, I hope they did hear, I hope they heard how incredible you make me feel.”
“Love you,” Tara replied, much to exhausted to even try and face her girlfriend.
“Are you cold?”
“Yes. But not moving.”
Willow grabbed the other side of that blanket that they weren’t lying on and threw it over her girlfriend’s naked back. Tara managed to shimmy her head up from under the blanket, both of them resting on the pillow.
“Hi.”
“Hi,” Willow grinned, “How’s it going?”
“Pretty darn good,” Tara chuckled.
Willow turned her head a little and leaned forward to meet the brunette’s lips tenderly for a couple of minutes until she pulled back, a content smile on her face.
“Birthday’s rock.”
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Way to go Tara!!
Thirdly...the straight girl was my best friend. It just doesn't bear thinking about 
Fourth: I didn't even get to see Jennifers Body. They wouldn't let me in. Apparently I don't look 15. I had to go see Cirque du Freak instead and it was ok but it didn't have Megan Fox. Or an awesome soundtrack... Fifth: I just caught up on the two updates I missed (obviously lol) and all I'm gonna say is Tara in leather pants. YES!. I think it speaks volumes 
I remember 9/11 even though I was pretty young. I was watching World Trade Centre the other day and I broke down. How could anyone do that? I hope I catch your update tonight because they make my day better. Seriously. 
Oh and P.S. I realise I insulted an American President in one of my last posts. So if anyone like loves Wilson I apoligise but please. The League Of Nations? Complete Fail to be fair 
that was NICE. Tara is so much fun in this fic. I mean really, belly button rings, leather pants, topless dancing (I want to hear more about that, by the way) and now exhibitionism? It's like, the dream girl. More soon plz!