Hello Kittens-
This is going into it’s own posting because it just doesn’t fit with my other short fics. Yes, after saying I’d never do one I’m writing a smutfic, or what I hope will be accepted as one. My other hope is that I do not offend. It all started when one of my younger co-workers went on about how old married people got after they settled down into their ruts…
Title: Just Another Ordinary Day
Author: Jixer
E-mail: jixers@yahoo.com
Feedback: Please. Bouquets and brickbats welcome
Distribution: Any free fanfiction site
Spoilers: None.
Rating: NC-17 Very
Pairing: W/T
Disclaimer: All the characters of BtVS are owned by Mutant Enemy and Joss Whedon. That’s why they’re off the air now.
Summary: In several of my stories Willow and Tara have ended up at the same basic end. They’re together, they have a daughter, they have pets, and the danger they’ve faced is behind them. Some people might think that’s just too boring for our girls or anyone else.
Willow leaned against Tara as the gardening program went over the needs of plants in containers. She glanced at the screen and felt safe, warm and a bit of something close to uneasy. Tara looked at her.
“What is it, honey?” Tara asked gently.
“It’s seven thirty, and I know where my daughter is, where I am, where my spouse is and where my animals are,” Willow said with a touch of sigh. “Sarah’s asleep after a drink of water, a story, a prayer and kisses. Buster is outside her door and will be there all night. Miss Kitty is on my chair in the home office where she’ll stay for about another fifteen minutes. Then she’ll be on my lap since I’m out of my client meeting clothes and in my comfy sweats as we settle in for another night of low stress TV because it’s Tuesday.”
“But honey, tomorrow-”
“Tomorrow I have meetings in the day with clients and that evening you’ll be at the Gay Women’s Chorus practice,” Willow answered. “During the day you’ll be with Sarah, work a bit in the garden, paint something beautiful, and I’ll come home at four thirty in our sensible Honda sedan with the baby seat. You’ll have the sensible minivan at home in case we need something for a wonderful meal. We’ll take Sarah in her stroller with Buster on his lead for a long walk before practice like we do three times a week.”
“Okayyy,” Tara said looking at Willow with a slim smile.
“Do you want to know what we’re doing Sunday?” Willow asked. “This Sunday Anya and Xander will come here with Thad because we were at their house for a cards, videos and dinner night last Sunday. Sarah and Buster will both be happy to see Thad. The kids will fall asleep at about seven fifteen.”
“You’re making that up,” Tara said with a smile.
“Nope,” Willow said firmly. “Thursday is Dawn day for you which means movies, milkshakes, and Dawn venting about being an underclassman at UC Sunnydale. Sarah and I will make something huge out of Legos and I’ll be working on software after she goes to bed. Friday is gallery night on the first of the month or the night we go out to dinner and my mom watches Sarah.”
“We’re in a rut?” Tara asked.
“Sure seems like it,” Willow nodded. “We’ve become predictable in our safe little restored and remodeled classic California bungalow world.”
Tara’s answer was to entwine Willow’s long red hair with her left hand and kiss Willow roughly. She plunged her tongue into Willow’s mouth. Willow started to respond, but the gentle dance she started was shoved aside by a questing, urgent thrust. Then Willow felt Tara’s hand press past the waistband of her sweats and press on her nether lips with a firm pressure that built until finally Tara broke the kiss. She placed a slim finger to Willow’s lips.
“Open your mouth,” Tara said with a hard edge to her voice.
“But-but-” Willow started until Tara’s hand in her hair tightened its grip. Willow took Tara’s finger into her mouth tentatively.
“Make it wet,” Tara ordered as she nipped Willow’s neck gently.
Willow moaned and sucked on the graceful finger. Tara pulled it roughly from Willow’s mouth and replaced it with her demanding, needful tongue. Willow moaned as Tara’s hand returned to her folds. Without thinking Willow shifted her legs and lifted her hips just as Tara plunged the slick digit into her. The redhead gasped and then whimpered as Tara’s thumb found her hardening button and pushed hard. Willow whimpered into Tara’s mouth as she succumbed to Tara’s hand. Then Tara pulled out of her and Willow felt entirely empty.
Willow opened her eyes and saw Tara’s smile. Before Willow could form words Tara pulled her love’s shirt up slowly, dragging the soft cloth over the nipples. Willow’s breasts came free and Tara hungrily descended first on one and then the other for just a moment. As Willow watched, unable and unwilling to move, Tara licked her finger and then brought two fingers to her mouth. She sucked the fingers and when they were slick she tweaked Willow’s nipples, the slick fingers just stopping short of a pinch as they slipped. Willow groaned. Tara’s mouth covered hers again.
This time the two fingers plunged into her. She was being taken and the peak came quickly. But even as she trembled she felt Tara’s hand leave her. Willow cried out, her anguish swallowed up by Tara’s hungry tongue. Then three fingers plunged into her and her orgasm intensified. She shoved herself against the invading hand as Tara brought her thumb across Willow’s tight clit. Four fingers now invaded her, claimed her as she jerked and lost herself in the waves of pleasure.
When she could focus she saw Tara’s smile. Willow felt Tara gently pull her hand back and shivered as the wonderful warmth left. Tara licked her hand primly and then kissed Willow hard. This time Willow fought to bring her tongue forward, to taste herself on her love. Then Tara pulled back and smiled.
“You…look…smug,” Willow whispered.
“What I am is hungry,” Tara replied as she pulled off Willow’s shirt. As Willow gasped Tara stood up and pulled the comfy sweat pants off with a single jerk. Willow looked up at Tara, feeling truly naked before her fully dressed lover.
“Don’t let go of the back of the couch,” Tara growled as she grasped Willow’s ankles and lifted the slim legs. Willow barely had the fabric in her hands when Tara pulled her just a bit and opened her slick center. Willow waited on a knife edge for an eternal second. Then she felt Tara’s hot breath blow on her exposed clit. Her groan became a gasp as Tara swiftly found Willow’ nipples and twisted them. Willow’s attention was completely on Tara’s slim, graceful hands as they made the hard points of her breasts the center of the universe when Tara’s tongue touched Willow’s hard, slick knot of flesh at the top of her fold.
The redhead’s hands clenched the couch as she tried to push her breasts and slit towards Tara and fulfillment, only to have her love keep the pressure steady. Willow gave a little cry of frustration, a wordless plea. Then the pressure on her nipples became a bit too hard. As her nipples took Willow’s attention she missed Tara’s slight shift in position. Then Tara’s mouth was on her clit, lips and tongue and gentle teeth. Willow came so hard she couldn’t breathe. Tara rescued her by letting go of the engorged nipples suddenly, the cool air a shock that made Willow gasp. That was a good thing because she had the air to let out a long silent cry as Tara’s hands pulled her open for the blonde’s needful tongue.
This time when Willow tried to push against Tara she succeeded. The tongue inside her touched the pure need Tara had awakened and Willow broke under her love’s velvety assault. There was nothing but herself and Tara and the wave of pleasure that dashed Willow against her everything again and again. Finally Tara eased out of her. This time there was no emptiness, just a wonderful tired completeness that echoed in her soul.
Willow’s eyes cleared enough to see the smile and the almost feline grace as Tara stood up before her. Once again Willow was aware of how naked she was. Tara’s lips curled with a cruel smile as she put her hands on her hips.
“Well?” Tara asked roughly.
Willow swallowed as she gazed at Tara. From somewhere she found the strength to slip off the couch onto her knees. Now she caught the scent of her love’s arousal. Willow’s mouth watered. She looked up at Tara with a new hunger building inside. Willow’s hand touched the denim encasing her love with an almost reverence. Tara’s heat burned through the jeans to her questing hand. Willow’s hands were steady as they undid the jeans. Willow pressed herself against Tara. Her nipples surely must have sparked as the coarse material slipped by them, her skin singing in the sensations that transcended touch. Then even that was surpassed as Willow’s hands slipped across the skin of Tara’s hips, down her legs, freeing the beauty inside. Willow stared at Tara’s center, savoring the moment. Willow smiled as Tara’s hands slipped into her long red hair and grasped her hard.
Her first taste was soft, her tongue slipping from bottom to top, lost in the ecstatic taste of her love. Willow felt Tara’s need in the clenched fingers in her hair as she neared Tara’s most intimate jewel. Willow’s hunger won out and she devoured Tara with abandon, her need driving her to consume every drop of nectar as Tara stiffened. Tara’s hands could not press hard enough for Willow. Her own hands found the soft wonder of her love’s ass and pressed the cheeks with a desperate strength until Tara was leaning against her mouth and slaking Willow’s thirst. Finally Tara pulled her away. Willow looked up at her with a confused, needful glance.
“Now you’ve made me all hungry again,” Tara said wickedly.
“No,” Willow gasped. “I’m too sensitive, I can’t take another…”
“Hush,” Tara growled as she laid Willow down on the floor.
Willow looked helplessly at the most wonderful banquet just out of her reach above her. Tara’s hands holding her into position slipped down to Willow’s breasts, the nipples awaking with their own aching need as Tara’s hands slipped over them. Willow’s legs parted on their own, her hunger awakened afresh. Then Tara firmly lowered her own folds to Willow’s eager mouth. Tara took a deep breath and lost herself in Willow’s center before she sang her fiery lover’s name into the red thatched folds. The touch and vibration leapt to Willow’s lust filled core and she called out her release with a shattering urgency. Tara stiffened and the cycle of answered need built until all Willow could do was clench her love with a desperate strength. Then even that failed and Willow collapsed.
Tara lifted herself away from Willow. The barely cool air of the room seemed to sweep over Willow’s slender frame with icy teeth. Then Tara’s warmth saved her as she lay down next to her. From somewhere far away Tara pulled the oversized sweatshirt around Willow’s shoulders. Willow huddled against Tara until the echoes of their lovemaking passed. Willow didn’t remember much of the next moments save for the one eye Buster opened as they passed him and the sigh the old dog let out. She was still giggling quietly when they arrived at their bathroom.
The bathroom was the one decadence they had indulged in without remorse on the remodel. Willow was again glad about the effort and thought they’d put into the large room when Tara helped her to the bench in the roomy multi-headed shower. Willow turned her face to the warm spray as Tara stood nearby under her own cleansing artificial rain. Willow looked at the water as it slipped over her lover. She reached out and touched Tara’s hip as she stood.
“Please,” Willow whispered.
Tara’s smile was almost shy as she kissed Willow. They lost themselves in the taste of each other for a moment. Then Tara pressed against Willow as the redhead leaned back against the warmed tile. Tara lowered her head and gently sucked Willow’s water slicked nipples. Then she placed her hand at the red-framed slit as she kissed Willow. This time her hand was a gentle song of love and Willow’s climax was slow until the very end as she pulled Tara into a tight embrace. Tara’s hand gently slipped out of her love and cupped itself protectively over Willow’s sex. Willow kissed Tara and gently turned so that Tara was against the wall. Tara looked at her with blue eyes that held a question. Willow’s answer was to run her mouth over each of Tara’s breasts slowly, making sure the sensitive under swell and the soft sides received their due as well. Then Willow lowered herself and filled Tara’s folds with her tongue and soft fingers until Tara sighed and shivered with happy release. Tara’s hands on her head were a caress as Willow laid her head against Tara’s soft belly. Willow felt Tara move her hands and a moment later she caught the scent of herbs just before Tara’s hands slipped through her red hair and began to shampoo those locks with strong, lingering strokes.
Their fingers were wrinkly as they stepped out of the shower. Willow lost herself in Tara’s drying her hair and the feel of Tara’s blonde hair under her hands. Finally they resorted to the blow dryer and giggles. When they finally went to bed the clock sternly read eleven PM. There was a brief meow and a small weight landed on the foot of the bed. Willow moved her feet to let the cat curl up at the foot of the bed. Tara slipped an arm across Willow and nuzzled her.
“So, are we in a rut?” she asked gently.
“We’re big with the rut.” Willow sighed.
“We’re rutty?” Tara asked innocently.
“We’re much with the ruttiness,” Willow replied. “Same old fantastic mind blowing great sex followed by the same old wonderful cuddles.”
“Hmmm,” Tara mused. “Sheila has been hinting we could let Sarah stay with her for a whole grandma weekend.”
“A weekend?” Willow asked. “A naughty hotel weekend maybe?”
“Will that break us out of our rut?” Tara asked in a sleepy voice.
“Oh wow, I hope not,” Willow said with a smile.
but I don't think I should have read it before going to school cuz now I'm not gonna be able to concentrate on what the professors are saying. 
I thought i'd never see the day. 
Yes, I've broken down and written naughty bits. I'm glad you thought it was worth the wait!
Pax! -Bev 
