Sorry this took so long, but life has been real crazy this past week and I really didn't have much of a chance to proof read this. So if it sucks, I do apologize.
Again I'd like to thank everyone who has commented on this series and for all the kind words.
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Title: Heat Wave
Part: 4
By: The Pineapple Head
Pairing: Tara/Willow
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Nope, don’t own them. If I did, I wouldn’t even bother booting my computer.
Premise: Because things get tend to get hot in the kitchen.
Inspiration: Amber Benson and Aly Hannigan. Oh yeah, and every fic that I have ever read. All of you are amazing and always manage to write something truly inspired.
Personal Note: I hope you don’t mind that there really isn’t much of a plot to speak of.
Feedback: More Please. I like it. I love it. I want it. I need it. Give it to me....NOW.
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Golden streams of light poured through the blood red curtains. Two bodies at peace lay slumbered in tangled sheets. Bare skin touched bare skin, chests rose and fell, never breaking their steady harmony and collective sighs of elation could be heard in perfect time.
They touched. It’s what they did. Whether they were waking or sleeping, some part of their bodies were touching. Now was no exception. While they may have fallen asleep spooning, the arrangement now was quite different. The two women slept facing each other, their legs entwined and their fingers touching.
The blonde was the first to open her eyes, taking in the sight of the sleeping red head beside her. She honestly though that she could spend the rest of her life, just watching her sleep. The only flaw that she could see in that plan was that she would never see the gorgeous green orbs that shined at her and made her knees week.
She stroked the fiery red locks, knowing this is exactly where she was meant to be. Although they had not spoken much in the past twelve hours about reuniting, every time they had coffee, the subject of Tara’s return home was always lingering. At the time, it was too soon for home to come back, but now she knew that she was ready. This was her home, Willow was her home and she always would be her home.
The red head was starting to stir, opening her eyes to see Tara staring intently at her. She wiped those same eyes once again, just to be sure that what she was seeing was real and not the product of a truly amazing dream. Reaching out touching Tara’s face, she traced her index finger down her jawline in complete awe.
“Hey.”
“Hey yourself.”
“How long have you been watching me sleep.”
“A little while. You looked so beautiful, I didn’t have the heart to wake up.”
“So, um, we could make with the small talk and with the moon eyes or we could just make with the smoochies instead.” Willow suggested.
“I think that could be arranged.” Tara replied.
The closed the gap between them and met with tenderness. Mouths opened and tongues, hot and wet, caressed, sliding back and forth against one another. The kiss was about to get hot and heavy, when a loud grumbling broke them apart.
“Will, please tell me that was your stomach, instead of some blood thirsty demon in the bedroom.:
Willow blushed at her belly rumbling. “Well, I guess I am a little bit hungry. I kind of had other plans for my mouth,” she said was a growl in her voice.
Tara ripped the sheet away from her body and countered, “Like what, breakfast in bed?”
Taking in the sight of the beautiful blonde and all the luscious curves of her body, Willow’s mouth fell open and her eyes widened. At once shy and self conscious, Tara had blossomed with Willow’s loving and became infinitely more brazen and confident.
“See anything you’d like to feast on?” Tara asked with a throaty laugh, before Willow drew her into a kiss.
“You don’t fool me missy. Coming off all sweet and shy. I’m onto you. All vixeny and take charge Tara.”
“Oh no. You’ve found me out. I can never be the Evil Dominatrix of the Dark again.” Tara pouted.
“Well let’s not get with crazy talk. She sounds like an awful fun girl to have around.”
“Too late, she’s gone for now. You’re going to have to settle for Donna Reed, because I’m going down stairs to make breakfast.”
“No, too far away. Stay in bed.”
“It’s almost noon. If you come downstairs and join me I promise I can get rid of your belly rumblings and then any other problems you may have.” Tara grinned.
“I suppose you’ve twisted my arm.”
Willow watched as a very naked Tara got off the bed, walked to the dresser and put on a pair of boxers and a tank top. “Why don’t you see if Buffy wants to eat before you come down sweetie. And if you behave yourself during breakfast, I promise to make it worth your while.”
Tara kissed Willow and left for the kitchen. Willow just stared at the ceiling, wondering how she had managed to win over the blonde’s affections, not once, but twice. It seemed like a miracle to her that Tara would come back. Finally getting herself out of bed and throwing a pair of pajama bottoms and a tank top on, she went in pursuit of her best friend. Buffy’s bed was made and there was a note on it that read:
Dear Willow,
Glad to hear that you and Tara are back together (although not in the walking into the house, hearing screaming kind of way). I’m working at the Double Meat from noon to close and then patrolling, so I’ll be home late. I’m really happy for you.
Love,
Buffy
While the note initially made Willow blush a little, she couldn’t hold back the smile on her face. Life was good and most importantly, she had Tara back. Separately they were strong, but together, there wasn’t anything they couldn’t accomplish. That kind of love and connection was more powerful than anything she ever knew, even stronger than her addiction.
Making her way down the stairs, she watched as Tara glided through the kitchen, doing seven things at once. Her hair was held up by a clip and she was biting her tongue in concentration, just too cute. The smell of breakfast being cooked assaulted her senses and her belly started to grumble all over again.
“Buffy already left for work, so it’s just you and me baby. Which begs the question, who is all of this food for?” Willow asked as she held Tara from behind.
“Well I kind of figured that we might not want to do anything that involved leaving that bedroom later.”
“So better to cook food now and horde it away like demented squirrels?”
“Well I was thinking something more along the line of bunny activity.”
“Don’t let Anya hear you say that.”
“Good thing I didn’t have Anya in mind.”
With that, Tara latched her mouth onto Willow’s and pushed her tongue inside with force. Willow put up no resistance, as the blonde pushed her back into the kitchen counter. While the smell of the food was initially intoxicating, the smell of the arousal was proceeding to fill the air.
The hollow of Willow’s neck is where Tara now directed all of her attention, nipping at the delicate skin below the left ear. Her hands tightly held the red head’s hips, as her own pressed roughly against her. Sliding her thigh in between Willow’s legs, her lover bit her lip and literally squeaked.
“Mmmm, something’s burning.” Willow managed to get out.
“Well I know something that’s awfully hot right now,” rocking harder into the wetness.
“Baby....stove.”
“Let it burn. I have something else heating up right now.”
“Tara....smoke.”
With an almost annoyed look on her face, Tara broke away from Willow and turned off the stove, placing the burnt food on another burner. Total seriousness overtook her face, sizing up the red head and moving ever closer.
“Up. On the counter.”
“Huh? What? Huh?”
“Get up on the counter. Now.” Tara’s voice beyond chilly.
Hoisting herself on the counter top island, Willow was trying to read Tara’s mood. “Tara, I....”
“Nope. You got to play last, teasing me until I thought I’d lost my mind, well again. Now it’s my turn to play. You wanted Take Charge Tara, here she is. You also know the rules. No touching.”
“Gulp!”
Walking towards Willow with a purpose, Tara smiled wickedly, knowing her girlfriend would do anything she asked of her. The idea of her being at her mercy, of controlling her pleasure was a turn on. She loved the fact that no one could touch her like Willow, that no one else could set her on fire like that. She knew she had that kind of power and now she was going to use it to the best of her ability. The red head wasn’t going to know what hit her.
Willow sat with her hands at both her sides, waiting for Tara to make her move. The blonde wasn’t traditionally a role player. Sure she was forceful and enjoyed teasing her to the brink of madness, as well could play her body like a concert musician putting on the show of her life, but ever so rarely she would get this evil glint in her eyes and there was no stutter, no uncertainty and no holds barred.
When Tara reached Willow, stood between the red head’s legs, she grabbed the hem of her lover’s tank top and pulled it over her head. Seeing the goosebumps form on Willow’s skin, her smile grew a little wider. Grating her nails down her raised arms and over her sides, she felt an involuntary twitch as she passed over her ribs, leading her to boxer shorts.
Digging her nails in the waistband, “Lift.”
As Tara dragged the material over her hips, Willow let out a yelp, “Cold.”
The boxers hit the same spot on the floor as the discarded tank top did, as Tara less than innocently looked up at the red head, kneeling by her feet saying, “If you’re cold, I think I can warm you up.”
Placing her lips ever so softly on her lower leg, Tara kissed her away up to her knee. Holding onto Willow’s thighs, she trailed her tongue along the inside, stopping just before the junction of her hip. Switching sides, she followed the same torturous path, gliding her tongue over the soft flesh and enjoying the gentle sounds coming from the woman she loved.
Pushing all of the bottles and jars out of the way on the counter top, Tara commanded Willow to lay down. Willow complied with no argument, watching as her girlfriend hopped up on the counter as well and straddled her hips. Removing her own tank top, Tara looked down, locking eyes with Willow, fixiated on the arousal swirling around in the green orbs.
“Are you feeling any warmer yet?”
“Not really cold anymore.”
“Have you ever seen the movie ‘9 1/2 Weeks’?”
“Yeah.”
“And what did you think of it?”
“Really didn’t do anything for me.” Willow’s voice growing ragged as she stared at the blonde looming above her.
“Yeah, same here. Do you know what I think it was missing? Two things actually.”
“Ummmm, no.”
Leaning down close to Willow’s ear, feeling her lover’s nipples press into her chest, she whispered, “For one it needed some real girl on girl action and secondly, a fiesty red head.”
“You don’t say.”
“Mmmmmm, I think you should probably close your eyes now and you should probably keep them closed.”
Slidng back on Willow’s legs, Tara reached behind her and grabbed one of the jars off of the counter. Willow didn’t know what Tara was doing, but shuddered when she felt something circling her nipple.
“Now don’t open your eyes or you’ll ruin the surprise.”
Feeling the same sensation on the other nipple, Willow squirmed against the now warm and sticky counter, waiting for whatever came her way. Tara was humming to herself, as she put the finshing touches on her plan.
“Sweetie, are you still hungry?”
“This is a trick question, right?”
“No trick, but a treat if you like. Sit up and open your eyes.”
Leaning back on her hands, Willow opened her eyes wide to see Tara’s full breasts covered in peanut butter and marshmallow fluff, as well as her own. The come hither stare from the blonde was enough to make her growing wetness and southern ache more than just a little uncomfortable. All she was waiting for now was the ok from Tara to feast and the lovely sight before her.
“See anything you like?”
“Uh huh.” Willow was sweating at this point and about to climb out of her skin.
“Well go on, have a taste,” Tara challenged her.
Willow wasted no time diving in and taking one of the hard, sugar coated breasts in her mouth. Swirling her tongue around in maddening cirlces, she sucked hard, her hand gripping the edges of the counter top with brute force. Taking the other nipple between her lips, she licked the sweet goodness away and bit down, squeezing the nub with her teeth.
“All gone,” Willow pouted.
“It would appear to be. I guess that means it’s my turn. You don’t mind if I have a taste, do you?”
“No ma’am. Taste away.”
Tara was much slower and methodical in her minstrations, than the frenzied lust of her girlfirend. Starting at the bottom of Willow’s neck, she snaked her tongue down the top of the breast, drawing lines in the peanut butter. Working her way down, letting small moans escape her mouth, as her tongue travelled to it’s ultimate destination.
“Mmmmmm!!.....Peanut butter fluff nipples.....my favorite!” Tara’s voice dripping with desire.
“Oh Tara!”
Willow was certain that the formica counter top was surely going to crumble in hand hands. Her senses were in overdrive, as her sweat glistened body was at the mercy of the gorgeous blonde goddess. She wanted so desperately to touch her, but knew it just wasn’t permitted.....at least not yet.
Pushing Willow back onto the counter, Tara grabbed the still open jar of fluff and pulled some out on her index finger.
“Want more?”
“More is good.”
Dangling the finger just above her waiting mouth, Tara smiled a crooked half grin in the red head’s direction, enjoying the effect she was having on her lover. Lowering the digit to the soft lips, Willow’s tongue reached out and licked the finger, before drawing it into her mouth. Running her teeth along it’s length, sucking in utter delight.
Tara replaced her finger with her mouth and plunged her tongue deeply into the wetness. Moving her body on top of Willow’s steamy skin and urging the damp thighs apart, she settled in between. Reaching out to grab both of Willow’s hands with her own, Tara was inviting Willow to touch her.
Power and arousal surged through both of their bodies as their rocking rhythm grew more desperate and hungry. Each women’s tongue fought for control, as if it were a challenge to see which women could dominate the other. Neither could. The balance shifted back and forth, bouncing like a rubber ball off of a wall.
Breaking away from each other, in search of oxygen, the blue eyed witch’s primal stare was overwhelming. Moving with determination, Tara’s head was in the valley of Willow’s breasts, licking the underside with rough strokes, while squeezing both breasts wildly.
Willow’s hands were in Tara’s hair, as she arched her body off of the rigid counter top. She cried out in pleasure when Tara took one of the stiff nipples into her mouth and toyed with the sensitive flesh. Grazing each nipple, until Willow thought she would fall over the cliff into oblivion.
“Baby,......more!!”
Tara’s hand left the pert breast and rapidly found it’s way to the source of Willow’s desire. The red head pushed up hard against’s Tara’s hand, trying desperately to feel her lover inside her. The pressure on her clit was almost too much to bear and she rocked her hips swiftly, wanting to feel that glorious release.
Sinking lower, the blonde headed towards the apex of Willow’s thighs, stopping ever so briefly to tend to the taut stomach under her lips. Brushing over the tuft of red curls, Tara slipped her tongue into the blistering heat of Willow’s sopping wet outer lips and circled fiercely around the swollen clit.
“Ohhhhhhhh......”
Lifting her head from the bucking red head’s body, Tara brought her hand up to Willow’s mouth, “Suck.”
Greedily taking the sticky fingers that Tara offered into her mouth, Willow sucked the digits clean, tasting her own arousal. Meeting Tara’s lust filled gaze, she pleaded with the blonde. No words were necessary between them, Tara knew what Willow wanted and she was more than willing to comply.
Returning her face into the heat of Willow’s pussy, Tara continued to attack her clit with fevered strokes. Her tongue was unrelenting, as Willow thrashed below her, feeling that familiar fire in her belly. Willow gripped the counter’s edges again, her only recourse, as Tara entered her with two fingers.
“That’s my girl.” Tara mouthed, pumping the slick fingers out of the writhing red head.
“Oh God Tara!!” Willow cried.
It wouldn’t take much more now. Tara knew that Willow was close, feeling the muscles begin to contract around her fingers. Adding another, she pumped them faster and faster into the wetness. Willow’s orgasm crashed into her with a fierceness, as she clenched her eyes shut tightly screaming Tara’s name.
Resting her head on Willow’s hip, Tara watched as her lover’s body, extreme pleasure registering on her face. Moving back up the heavy breathing, sweat soaked body, Tara found Willow’s lips and sweetly kissed her. Responding to her girlfriend’s attention, Willow kissed her back, wrapping her arms around the most amazing woman she could imagine.
They were quiet for a long time, neither dared to speak after the intense experience. Stroking each other’s hair and trying to restore their normal breathing had taken up all of their energy.
“So, um, how do you feel about take out?” Willow finally asked.
Early one morning the sun was shining, I was laying in bed - Wondering if she changed at all, if her hair was still red.
here it is the cold shower smilie
by willowsgrrl » Wed Aug 14, 2002 3:35 am 
at: 8/14/02 5:06:53 pm
...well, off the the showers i go...
.......lol I am bimbo....) .
-Viv-
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