Finally! Here it is, the end to the alleged cliffhanger. Hehe.
Well, I survived Tuesday. Got the paper done, took two exams today, and I'm not drooling all over myself, so I'm taking that as a sign I still have some brain function left.
Oh, and my VCR did work! Thank God!!! I'll be watching it just as soon as I post this (note the dedication as I finished writing the chapter
before watching Ep. 18!)
Enjoy!
***Wolflord - The way you put two word sentences together... hmmm... I like it. Oh, and I hope you've got a pack of cigs nearby...
***ExtraFlameyWT - I humbly present the conclusion to the cliffhanger. And thank you for the wishes of luck on my exams... I read your post right before one of them, and I think it helped!
-blame
Title: The Guardian – Part 6b
Author: blameburner
Feedback: Sure… Always a plus
Summary: This is just a nice little story about two witches, facing the apocalypse – again, and love.
Spoiler Warning: Up to and including "Normal Again" in Season 6 – but really nothing major.
Disclaimer: Not my characters, but oh how I wish they were! All hail Joss, all hail ME.
Rating: NC-17 (I've given up any pretense that it's anything less)
Pairings: W/T… duh. Everyone’s will be here at some point.
Notes: I know nothing about magic, except what I learned on BtVS, so I apologize if I offend anyone - no offense meant.
Angst: A bit early, but then.... you'll just have to see..
Part 6b
"Willow..." Tara said sadly, unsure of what to say next. Tara looked away, unable to take seeing the fear in Willow's face.
"No, look at me, Tara," Willow demanded. When Tara refused to look up, Willow cupped her chin and lifted Tara's head for her. Willow's touch was surprisingly gentle considering the fierce current of emotions racing through her body. Tara's eyes were full of pain, frightening Willow even more.
Tears spilled down Willow's face as a kernel of understanding dawned on her, and as she asked the question she was afraid she already knew the answer to.
"What haven't you told me, Tara? What are you hiding from me?"
Tara wanted to stand, to be strong and take Willow into her arms and promise everything would be okay. Yet between the fear and desperation in Willow's eyes, and the pain in her own heart, Tara was too weak to stand. All she could do was sit there and try not to cry.
Tara reached up to the Willow-hand cupping her chin, taking the hand in her own. She pulled it into her lap and covered it with both hands, clinging to it like it was a lifeline.
"W-Willow..." Tara began quietly. She couldn't say what needed to be said while looking into her lover's troubled eyes, so Tara looked down at the hand she held in her own. She loved that hand. She cherished it, worshipped it. It was strong and yet soothing, gave her comfort and courage all at once. Tara looked up into Willow's eyes again, finding her voice.
"Willow," Tara began again, still quiet but more firm. "What we have to do today... it's extremely dangerous, for all of us. But for you it's the most dangerous of all. If The Guardian catches on-"
"But he won't, baby," Willow interrupted desperately.
"You don't know that, Wil. If anything, we know that he probably will figure it out. You are an extremely powerful witch, Willow. That power is still inside of you. If you're anchoring for me, he's going to know. He's going to feel you through me. And as soon as he feels you, he's going to want to turn you. You're too powerful to ignore. Believe me, I know," Tara tried to joke, but Willow's expression didn't change.
Tara sighed, knowing Willow wasn't going to like what she was about to say. "After all the dark magic you've cast, you've been touched by darkness, Willow." She saw Willow cringe with regret, and wanted to tell Willow it was okay, to take away her pain, but she pressed ahead. "If you're channeling for me, and he figures it out, he's going to change the magic. He's going to turn light to dark inside of you. And I can't let that happen."
"There's no other way, baby. It has to be this way," Willow said. "You can't do this alone."
Tara put her resolve face firmly into place, looking at Willow defiantly. "Yes, I can."
All of the sudden, Willow understood everything. She knew what Tara had been hiding from her. Tara was going to take on The Guardian without her.
Tara watched understanding cross Willow's face, and waited for the explosion of outrage to come from Willow. Tara had known Willow would fight her, which is why she had decided not to tell the redhead. But with Willow's logical mind and her reading Tara's letter, the confrontation she had dreaded was unavoidable. Tara braced herself for the onslaught of protest she expected Willow to lay on her. But it didn't come.
Instead, Willow grabbed the back of Tara's neck with her free hand and yanked the girl towards her, capturing her mouth in a fiery kiss. Tara was startled, completely unprepared for Willow's response. But the confusion in Tara's mind only deepened when just as quickly as it had begun, the kiss ended.
Tara looked up at Willow, completely dazed. She tried to speak, but no words came out. For the first time since they had been together, Tara had absolutely no idea what was going on in her lover's mind.
"Uh... Wil? I... um... huh?" was all Tara could manage.
Willow responded by wrapping her arms around Tara's shoulders and pulling the blond's head against her stomach. Tara's arms instinctively wrapped themselves around Willow's waist, even though her mind was screaming at her to say something, to demand to know what Willow was thinking.
Finally, Tara asked, "Are you mad?"
Willow said nothing, just stroked the back of Tara's head and held her tight. Then, after a few moments, Willow spoke, her voice remarkably calm but deep with emotion.
"No, baby, I'm not mad," she said.
Tara pulled back, now more confused then she was a few moments earlier. She looked at Willow questioningly, trying to understand.
Willow gave Tara a small yet very sincere smile, letting the blond know that Willow was telling the truth. Then Willow pulled Tara back against her, and started stroking her hair again. Tara decided she just better let Willow explain in her own time.
"So," Willow began a few minutes later. "You decided to take all of this on yourself, to not let me help you? You decided that when it came time for you to cast, you wouldn't use me as your anchor? You decided you'd risk yourself, risk being overloaded and weakened with all the energy you'll be channeling, rather than risk The Guardian turning the magic dark inside of me as I channeled it for you? Is that right?"
Tara didn't say anything, but Willow could feel Tara's head nod up and down against her chest.
"So, basically you decided to make this decision for both of us, without asking me?" Willow's words were surprisingly gentle, yet they cut Tara deeply. They hit a little too close to home.
"You're mad," Tara said dejectedly, even knowing that Willow had every right to be mad. Willow had every right to be as upset with Tara as Tara had been...
When Willow decided to make me forget our fight. When Willow decided she knew what was best for both of us, Tara thought grimly.
Willow pulled back so she could look Tara in the eye. Willow smiled, her entire face backing up what she felt. "No, honey. How could I be mad at you for wanting to protect me? How could I be mad at you for loving me so much you were willing to risk your own life, just so I wouldn't be in danger?"
Tara looked up at Willow in wonder. She couldn't believe Willow was taking it all so calmly, so lovingly, so... Tara's eyes clouded over in confusion again, as a terrible thought occurred to her.
"No, baby, I'm not hiding anything," Willow said before Tara could even ask. Tara's confusion was replaced by surprise, and she arched an eyebrow. Willow let out a little laugh, and Tara thought it was the most wonderous sound she had ever heard. "I know how your mind works," Willow said, lightly tapping Tara's temple and grinning. "You were thinking, 'Wow. Willow's really taking this calmly. Too calmly. Like she's rationalizing it because she was planning on doing something similar.' Right?"
Tara looked slightly embarrassed, but she held Willow's gaze.
"No, I have no ulterior motives, Tara. Nothing of the ulterior variety whatsoever," Willow said lightheartedly. Then Willow's tone turned more serious as she said, "Tara, I love you. But baby, you can't do this. It's not right. You don't get to decide what's better for us, Tare. We're in a relationship, we're suppose to decide together."
Tara heard her own words from so long ago echoed back to her. Tara could remember speaking them, could remember the pain she had felt at having to speak them. But it all seemed so long ago now, and here Willow was, saying the exact same thing. Tears sprung up in Tara's eyes. Willow lifted her hand to Tara's cheek, and the blond witch pressed into the touch. Willow's eyes filled with tears, but she shook them away, and replaced them with her resolve face.
"There will be no self-sacrifice, Tara. There's been too much of it. Too much..." Willow broke off, trying to keep her emotions in check. Images filled her mind - of Tara sitting on a park bench, letting Glory drive her fingers into the blond's head, defiantly staring down the Hell God in order to protect Dawn... in order to protect all of them. She remembered Buffy leaping from that tower, diving into the abyss, in order to save the world.
Willow's resolve doubled as she looked intensely into her lover's eyes. Willow tore her hand out of Tara's lap, placing it on the other side of Tara's face, both of the redhead's hands holding Tara's head firmly. "There's just been to much, do you understand me?"
Willow's eyes flashed with anger, but Tara knew it wasn't directed towards her. Willow was angry, angry at the world and at all the evil they had to continually face, at all the darkness that threatened them constantly.
"No more. Enough. We can't keep running around throwing ourselves in death's way, trying to protect each other! We just can't... I mean, yes, we have to face death... cuz that's what we do... we're the Scoobies... we fight evil and darkness and death... we see death and we say, 'oh, yeah? is that all you got?'... we say, 'bring it on!' cuz that's what cool monster fighters do... it's an important fight... a necessary fight... I told Buffy once that it was a good fight, and I wanted in... and I still do... I want to fight the good fight... I want to fight along side Buffy and Xander and Giles and Dawnie and even Anya and sometimes even Spike... and you... especially you... I want to fight by your side and face down evil with you, and then come home and hold you and make love to you and wake up and do it all again the next day... though I hate that you're in danger when we fight the good fight... that's the not-so-good part of the good fight... but it's not just my choice, it's your choice to fight... it's our choice... it's part of who I am, who you are... it's part of us... we're an us, you and me, baby..."
Tara couldn't help but grin as her lover rambled on in an extended Willow-babble that was long, even by Willow-standards. Willow didn't even seem to notice the bemused expression on Tara's face. The redhead just kept on babbling, and Tara let her go.
"...and I love us as an us... I screwed it all up before by being selfish, and I won't do it again... and I'm not gonna let you do it either!"
Tara stared blankly at Willow. "Selfish?" Tara asked.
"Well, yeah," Willow said.
Tara wasn't sure if she was more defensive or confused by Willow's statement. "How can trying to protect you be selfish?" she finally asked in a wounded tone.
Willow heard the hurt in Tara's voice and wanted to take it back. Yet Willow knew she was right. She had done a lot of thinking about it, trying to see where she herself had gone wrong not so long ago.
"It's just..." Willow started, stroking Tara's cheek. "It's one thing to put your life on the line in the heat of the moment, you know? It's instinct. It's not something you think about, and that's what makes it selfless."
Willow paused, trying to see if Tara was following her. Tara nodded, wanting to know where Willow was going. Willow smiled.
"But to plan it out in advance? To put yourself in greater danger when there might be another option? Only we can't figure out if there's another option, because you've already decided not to tell us what your option is. And the danger you're putting yourself in might not even be worth it, because The Guardian might not even notice me. And even if he does, that doesn't mean he's going to do anything about it. So you're risking your life, and for what? For what, Tara?"
Tara started to protest, but Willow silenced her with a finger over her lips.
"Baby, a thousand different things could happen today. We just don't know. I might be in danger, but I might not. So you're going to put yourself at risk to save me from something that might not even happen. And if you get too weak, our plan might not even work," Willow said sincerely.
Willow pulled her finger away form Tara's lips, but Tara didn't speak. Willow was afraid that she'd upset Tara, that she made the blond feel guilty, and Willow didn't want that.
"Is that what you meant by selfish?" Tara asked quietly.
"Yeah," Willow answered, looking down. She hadn't wanted to upset Tara. Willow never wanted to upset Tara ever again.
Willow felt Tara reach out to take her hand. She squeezed it, and then interlaced their fingers. Willow looked up, and found only love in Tara's eyes. Willow's heart clenched at the beauty of it, and the honesty in Tara's face allowed all Willow's fears to come to the surface.
"Do you know what it would do to me to lose you?" Willow asked, her voice choked with emotion. "You're wanting to trade your life for mine, to keep me safe and alive... but baby, if you die... all that does is force me to live without you. And by you making this choice in advance without talking to me, you're taking away my choice. I'm not making any sense," Willow said, shaking her head.
"No, Willow, it makes perfect sense," Tara said, pulling Willow to her. Suddenly Tara understood - really understood. It wasn't just about Tara protecting Willow. It was about Tara trusting Willow to take care of herself, to be the strong, courageous, intelligent woman Tara had fallen in love with. More than that, it was about Tara trusting Willow enough to let them make this decision together.
Tara realized at that moment that she really, truly trusted Willow. She thought she had learned to trust Willow again in the last few months since they'd been back together. They had worked at it, both of them, and it had taken time to rebuild. But now Tara knew that no matter how much trust they had rebuilt, there had still been a little lingering doubt, hanging over her, and them.
Tara buried her head into Willow's stomach, squeezing her arms tighter around her lover. Willow tightened her arms as well, gliding her hand in slow circles over Tara's back. The doubt Tara hadn't even recognized was there until a few moments earlier abruptly vanished. Tara finally understood that Willow really did appreciate why what she had done to Tara had been so wrong. They had come full circle.
Tara clung to Willow, unable to stop the flood of tears that were streaming down her face. They were tears of joy, tears of happiness, a physical manifestation of the love that was pouring out of her soul for the slender girl in her arms. Willow stroked the blond's hair, as Tara buried her face against the red-head's chest.
Willow heard a muffled "love you" come from her stomach, and she smiled.
"Well, that's good... cuz... I love you too... and if I loved you and you didn't love me, then I'd be the only one doing the loving... and that whole unrequited love thing?... way over-rated... and annoying... and I'd hate to think I'd just spent the entire night making love to someone who doesn't love me..." Willow babbled.
Tara giggled, and pulled back to look at Willow. The blond's smile stopped Willow-babble right in its tracks, eliciting a smile in return form the redhead. Willow reached out to cup Tara's cheek, and leaned down to tenderly kiss her. It was a sweet kiss, a gentle exploration of each other's lips. Then it deepened, as it usually did, the passion these two women had for each other overtaking even the most chaste kiss or touch.
Willow moaned, feeling herself getting lost in Tara's kiss. She wanted to lose herself completely, just stay there kissing her lover for the rest of her life, ignoring what they had to do that day, what they had to face.
The Guardian, Willow thought grimly.
Willow ended the kiss softly, and Tara turned her head to kiss the palm that rested against her cheek. Willow didn't want the mood to turn dark with thoughts of The Guardian, but she knew they needed to get dressed and get going, to make their final preparations.
"You know, you shouldn't even be able to walk after last night, let alone start giving me lusty-Tara-kisses," Willow joked, trying to sober the mood without dampening it completely. Willow placed a kiss on Tara's forehead, and turned toward the closet to get dressed.
Tara snaked out her hand and grabbed Willow's wrist, tugging the redhead back roughly to her. Tara slid her hands to Willow's waist and pulled her down to straddle the blond's lap.
"For your information, I am having a little trouble walking," Tara said in a throaty whisper. Willow blushed, as flashes of just how she'd accomplished such a thing raced through her mind. "But I always want to give you lusty-Tara-kisses. I always want you," Tara finished, with a sexy grin turning up the corner of her mouth. Then the blond leaned over and started nibbling the tender skin below the red-head's earlobe.
"Tara..." Willow protested even as she leaned her head back to give Tara better access to her neck. Willow's body was responding quickly, even as her mind tried to talk some sense into it.
Okay, Rosenberg... you've got things to do... you have to get dressed, go downstairs, have break- oh, my...Goddess... Willow's train of thought was easily broken as Tara delicately ran the tip of her tongue all the way up from the base of Willow's neck to her ear, sucking the lobe into her mouth and biting down on it.
Willow was panting, trying desperately to control the fire building rapidly low in her belly. Her hand's reached up to Tara's head, her fingers sliding through the golden locks, holding Tara's head against her. Tara would have smiled, but she was too busy making Willow pant.
Oh... oh, my... that feels so... wait, what was I thinking before... I have to... stop... we have to stop... we... The Guardian.... right, we have to get ready for The Guardian... we can't do this now... oh, but it feels so good... so damn good... Goddess I love her mouth... the things it does to me... oh... knock it off, Rosenberg!... must... be... strong... okay, okay... frogs frogs frogs... hell, the frogs aren't even working anymore...Willow didn't know how, but somehow sense managed to regain momentary control over her body, and she wrenched herself back and away from Tara's mouth.
"Tara, baby..." Willow paused to take a deep, shuddering breath. "As much as I want to, and Goddess knows I want to, especially right now, although I always want to with you, we really can't." Willow let her hands fall away from Tara's head, and groaned as she saw the heat burning in Tara's eyes. "Oh, baby, you have no idea how much I want to," Willow said.
Tara saw the disappointment on Willow's face, as Willow allowed her mind to win the war between her logic and her desire. But Tara was not about to let it go without a fight.
Tara slipped her hands from Willow's waist to rest on the red-head's thighs, just below the edge of where Willow's shirt rode high on her upper legs. Willow gulped. Tara grinned wickedly as she began rubbing her palms up and down Willow's upper thigh, her finger tips brushing just underneath the hem of the shirt.
"You spent the whole night making love to me, making sure I was satisfied. And believe me, I was. I felt pleasure last night that I hadn't even realized was possible, and that's saying a lot considering how much pleasure you always give me," Tara said, at once both seductive and sweet. Willow beamed proudly, her chest puffing out a little. Willow loved pleasuring Tara.
"But, baby," Tara continued, her voice dropping a notch, "I know damn well that you didn't come with me."
Willow was finding it very hard to concentrate on anything besides Tara's hands sliding up and down her thighs. Still she said, "That's not true. I distinctly remember some mutual ravaging going on a few hours ago." Willow gave a little giggle.
Tara shook her head. "Well, that had been my intention, darling. But I seem to remember a certain red-headed witch taking over and making sure I came... all alone... by myself."
"There was a witch in here? And you let her make love to you? Where is she? I'm gonna kill her!" Willow said with mock ferocity, whipping her head from side to side as if she was searching for the non-existent red-headed witch.
Tara laughed at her lover's pretend jealousy, but quickly returned to their original topic of conversation. "Willow Rosenberg," Tara said sternly, "You are not side-stepping this subject that easily."
Willow looked at Tara sheepishly, knowing she was busted. "But Tara, baby, honey, I just wanted you to be happy and feel loved... I wanted to make sure that you knew how much I love you... how much I need you... so that you'll remember when... well... today when you're... fighting... him... so you'll come back to me," Willow finished a little shakily.
Tara leaned her forehead to rest against Willow's. "I know that, baby. And I do feel strong. Strong like an Amazon. Because of you. And I will always, always come back to you," Tara said sincerely.
Willow looked into her lover's eyes, and breathed a sigh of relief. Tara smiled back, letting her love shine like a beacon, a beacon Willow would willingly follow into the depths of Hell. Willow smiled back.
"But," Tara said, her smile shifting to a devious little grin, "I think it's high time I do the same for you. To you." To punctuate her words, Tara reached around to cup Willow's ass with both hands, and yanked the red-head's body to her, so that their hips were pressed snugly together.
Willow gasped, feeling the heat from Tara's core pressing into her own. Tara shifted in her chair, turning so Willow's back was to the desk. Tara ground her heat into Willow's, rubbing against her in small circles. Willow reached out for Tara's shoulders, steadying herself, as the blond moved their bodies against each other.
The sensation of their centers roughly rubbing against each other, of Tara's fingers digging into the flesh of Willow's butt, was intense to say the least. All Willow could feel was Tara, Tara's fingers, Tara's heat, Tara's body. It was all Willow wanted to feel, ever would want to feel.
Tara slid her hands underneath Willow's shirt, and for the first time realized Willow wasn't wearing any panties, as Tara's fingers found the warm, bare skin of Willow's rear.
"Commando?" Tara asked, her eyebrow arched up in amusement.
Willow grinned and nodded, biting her lower lip. Tara gave a little squeeze of approval, thinking of how well Willow's non-underwear choice would work out.
Tara gave another squeeze, and then trailed her hand around underneath Willow's shirt to rest on the crook between Willow's hip and the uppermost part of her leg. Tara's hand was squeezing at that crook, with her thumb drawing lazy circles tantalizingly close to Willow's pussy, tickling the outermost curls.
Willow let out a little groan, silently willing Tara to move just a couple of inches to the left. Tara's other hand came up to Willow's chest, her palm laying over Willow's heart where the flannel shirt opened into a V shape.
Tara looked into Willow's eyes as she flicked open first one button, then another, and finally a third, leaving the bottom two buttons untouched. Willow stared back into Tara's eyes as the blond folded back the right side of Willow's shirt, exposing Willow's left breast.
Willow breathed in sharply as she felt the cool air of the room, and the nearness of Tara's hand, on her breast. Tara held Willow's gaze as she reached out her index finger to run it lightly around Willow's breast. Tara didn't need to look down to know what that creamy mound looked like. Tara felt Willow's nipple harden before Tara's finger even touched it.
Willow saw the intensity burning in Tara's eyes, the pure, unadulterated desire there, and her body reacted as much to that fire as to the feel of Tara touching her. Tara brushed her thumb over Willow's nipple, eliciting a moan. Willow moaned again, louder this time, as Tara squeezed the nub between her thumb and index finger, pinching it over and over.
Tara lowered her mouth towards Willow's breast, still looking up at Willow. The red-head was holding her breath, and Tara smiled before closing her eyes and reaching out her tongue to give one gloriously long lick up the center of Willow's breast. Willow thought how Tara looked like she did when she took her first lick of an ice-cream cone on a hot summer day. Willow had always found it erotic, the way Tara closed her eyes, savoring the sweetness of the ice-cream. But Willow decided that watching Tara lick her breast was even better.
Tara opened her eyes and shivered as she saw Willow gazing down at her, her nostrils flaring with lust for the blond. Then Tara closed her eyes and took another long lick of Willow-breast. Willow threw her head back and arched her back, thrusting her breast even closer to Tara, grasping at Tara's shoulders to pull her tighter.
Tara took the non-too-subtle hint and cupped Willow's breast, running her tongue in delicious circles around the nipple, before taking the entire breast into her mouth and sucking on it. Willow's hands flew back to the desk behind her, bracing herself with her back arched against Tara's mouth.
Tara continued her assault on Willow's breast, sucking and biting at the flesh she found there. Willow shifted her hips against Tara's, grinding them together, trying to quell the need burning in her pussy. Tara could feel the wetness mingling with her own, with only Tara's boxer shorts separating them. She knew Willow was ready, but Tara wasn't ready to give Willow what she needed just yet.
Tara pulled back the flap of flannel shirt covering Willow's other breast, and shifted her mouth there as she stroked with her hand the mound her mouth had just left. Tara bit the right nipple and pulled gently, releasing it so it snapped back into place. She did this a few more times, then licked it slowly. Then Tara began flicking her tongue back and forth over the nub rapidly, delighting on the high-pitched grunt she got in response.
"Tara, baby... please... oh, Goddess," Willow moaned, arching her back even more. Willow was completely focused on Tara's mouth and hand working her breasts, so she didn't notice Tara's other hand when it began sliding down between her legs.
"Tara!" Willow screamed when the blond inserted her finger deep inside Willow. Tara slid her finger in as far as she could and then slowly, agonizingly withdrew it completely.
Willow started to protest when she felt Tara's slick finger rubbing over her nipple, transferring Willow's juice to her breast. Willow looked down her body and watched as Tara began lapping at her breast, licking off all the sweetness she had just rubbed onto it.
Tara looked up at Willow and grinned devilishly, making Willow's heart pound inside her chest. Tara reached back inside Willow, making Willow moan, and then withdrew again, this time rubbing Willow's wetness on the other breast. Tara licked it off again, and Willow thought she was going to die if Tara didn't take her right then and there.
"Please, baby... oh, please, Tara... I want... I need..." Willow begged.
Tara moved her mouth away from Willow's breast, and looked up at her love. She wanted to hear Willow say it. She wanted to hear the words of pure, all-consuming desire that only came out deep in the night. There was something deliciously wicked about hearing those words at all, let alone in the early morning hours of dawn.
"What do you want, baby? Tell me what you need," Tara asked.
"I want... Tara, I want you inside me... please," Willow begged again.
"What do you want me to do inside you? Tell me, Willow. Tell me what you really want," Tara demanded.
"Oh, Goddess, baby, fuck me.... please... fuck me, Tara," Willow growled.
Tara had gotten exactly what she wanted, and she thrust two fingers deep inside Willow, giving the redhead exactly what she wanted in return. Tara began pumping quickly in and out of Willow, driving deep into Willow's pussy. Willow lifted her hips toward Tara in time with the blond's movements, banging her hips against Tara's hand.
Willow groaned with each thrust, quickly moving towards orgasm. Tara wanted to prolong Willow's pleasure as much as possible, so she slowed her thrusts, dragging her fingers in and out of Willow.
Willow whimpered at the change, wanting, needing to come. She could feel it welling within her, pulling at every corner of her body from within. She instinctively decided to take matters into her own hands.
Willow pushed up off of the desk with her hands and bent foreward into Tara, so that all her weight was now centered over her hips and onto Tara's lap. Willow brought her hands up to Tara's clutch at Tara's shoulders. She began sliding up and down on Tara's hand, setting her own rhythm and pace.
Willow's eyes were closed in concentration, tuning out everything except the sound of her own heavy breathing and the feel of Tara inside her. Tara smiled as she watched her lover's brow furrow with deliberate intent. Tara began moving her hand in time with Willow's body, lifting upwards on each of Willow's downward thrusts. Tara's other hand gripped Willow's waist, pushing and pulling in time with Willow's movements.
Willow started to quicken her pace, her hands pressing hard into Tara's shoulders to give her more leverage. Tara met Willow stroke for stroke, as Willow started to bounce up and down on Tara's lap. Tara eyed Willow's breasts as they bounced right in front of Tara's face temptingly.
Tara dove in and captured one breast in her mouth. Willow screamed as she felt Tara's teeth sink into her flesh, and her eyes squeezed shut even tighter. Tara reached out her thumb toward Willow's clit, but didn't move it, allowing Willow's own rocking to bring clit to thumb.
"Oh goddess oh goddess oh Tara Tara Tara..." Willow began to chant. Every part of her body was on fire, and sweat trickled down her face and between her breasts. She slammed her pussy onto Tara's fingers, again and again, simultaneously pounding her clit against Tara's outstretched thumb.
"Tara!" Willow screamed as she exploded, her body shattering into a million pieces. Her body arched as she threw her arms back against the desk, ripping her breast away from Tara's mouth in the process. Unable to do anything other than let the orgasm rip through her, Tara took over. Tara stroked the inner walls of Willow's pussy, guiding her through wave after wave of her orgasm. Willow came again and again, her body shuddering with the force of it.
Finally, Willow's body tensed one final time, and then she slumped back against the desk as her arms gave out. Tara pulled Willow to her, and stroked the exhausted girl's back as Willow sat limply in her arms.
They sat like that for several minutes, and Tara was actually starting to get worried, when she felt the redhead stir. Willow raised her arms to encircle Tara's neck, and gave her a weak squeeze, mumbling something in Tara's hair.
"Oh, poor baby. Did Tara tucker out her girlfriend?" Tara giggled.
"S'not funny," Willow complained even as she pulled Tara closer and kissed the blond's temple.
Tara laughed, and Willow pulled back slightly to give her lover a mock glare. "You wore me out, baby," Willow said, her mock anger disolving into a grin.
"And you're complaining about this?" Tara laughed back.
"No, no complaining here. Nothing of the complainty variety anywhere near the vicinity of here," Willow said, her grin broadening. Willow reached up to stroke Tara's cheek, her grin fading slightly as all the love she had for Tara rose to the surface. "The things you do to me..." Willow trailed off.
"Yes?" Tara asked, her light-hearted mood sobering as she saw tears well up in Willow's eyes.
Willow shook her head and tried to find the words. "Never... never before... never before you... I had no idea... didn't know it could be like this... feel like this... all I have to do is think of you... and my heart fills so full... feels like it will burst... I look at you and... and I want you... I always want you... everywhere, every time... you just look at me... and I need to... to hold you... touch you... kiss you... I can feel it when you walk in the room... my heart knows you're there even before I see you... and when you leave... it's like you take part of me with you... I hear your voice and it soothes me... I get lost in you... but at the same time, I'm found..." Willow shook her head. "I'm not making any sense..." Willow trailed off.
Tara leaned in and kissed Willow tenderly. When she pulled back, she said, "You are making perfect sense. And I know exactly what you mean. You are my heart and soul, Willow Rosenberg. My everything. My always."
"And you're mine," Willow answered.
Giles: There's nothing here to indicate. Just vague references to chaos and destruction.
Willow: Just once I'd like to hear a reference to balloon animals.
by ExtraFlameyWT » Tue Apr 30, 2002 2:34 pm 
I'm sorry you're missing BtVS, but don't worry if you're VCR doesn't tape it... I'd be more than happy to send you a copy.
and reading smut now. 
WOLFLORD 
at: 5/1/02 6:42:52 pm
That was just... bah. I can't even come up with anything to describe it. Yummy, delicious, sexy as hell, beautiful, touching... heh.. yes, naughty touching. 
not quite, but I'm getting there!
