Title-The Chickenpox
Disclaimer-Neither me nor AB own Willow or Tara and we are just having fun.
Pairing-W/T of course-
Rating-PG 13 so far
Authors Taralover and AB
Feedback-Yes please, we love feedback
Part 1/?
It was a typical sunny morning when Tara woke up. She looked over to her sleeping lover. Reminiscing of the previous night she felt a familiar stirring in her loins that only her Willow could calm. Deciding that Willow had slept long enough she leaned down and started nuzzling just behind Willow’s ear with her nose.
“Mmmph... the pink monkeys are tickling me,” Willow told Tara in her still sleepy state.
Tara couldn’t help but giggle at Willow’s child like dreams it was just one more thing she loved about the redhead. She continued to nuzzle Willow, but now with her lips. She snuck her tongue out to sneak a taste and this action brought Willow out of her dream.
“Mmmm baby?” She asked gently cradling Tara’s head to keep her in place.
“I had better be the only one waking you up like this darling.” Tara quipped back giggling.
Willow ran her hands down Tara’s back applying a firm pressure.
“Oh baby right there... scratch my back please.” Tara pleaded.
Willow thought nothing of it until she noticed tiny splotches on Tara’s arms.
Tara hissed with pleasure. “Yessss baby, that feels so goooood. Almost better then sex.” Willow scowled. “If that’s what you think of our sex life, what am I doing wrong?” She stopped scratching and took a closer look at the spots on Tara’s arms.
“Don’t stop! And I’m sorry…I didn’t mean you to think you’re a lousy lover, it’s just that I really itch right now.” Tara sat up, rubbed her eyes and then began to scratch herself, first her stomach, them her arms.
“Tara… stop scratching. You have spots all over you, and it can’t be bug bites or I’d have been bitten as well. I think you’ve got the chickenpox, and if I’m right you’re going to have to stop scratching or you’ll scar all over and you could get infected and end up in the hospital. And I do not want to have to spend our savings for our wedding on hospital bills.”
Tara reached up to scratch her face but Willow grabbed her hands and pulled them down. “Tara… no. If you don’t stop scratching you’ll rip the spots open. You’ve opened up a few already. I’m going to have to make sure you can’t scratch anything. Don’t worry; I’ll put some soothing anti-itch cream on you instead.”
Tara started rubbing her back against the bed whilst trying to free her hands. “Willow, let me go…I have to scratch or it’ll drive me crazy and not in a good way. My whole body is itching all over as if mosquitoes have bitten it.”
Willow went to their bathroom of anything that would help with the itch. Finally she found some calamine lotion.
“Alright baby this will help. Take your shirt off ok?” She told Tara.
“Honey, I’m ridiculously itchy right now. This is a bad time to be thinking about THAT.” Tara chided.
“What? OH... no, no, no baby. I just want to put this on the itchies... it will make them feel better; although if you don’t stop scratching I will be forced to take drastic actions. See this...” she pointed to her face. “The resolve face is coming out you know what that means.”
“Oh,” Tara said sheepishly and took off her shirt. Willow dabbed generous amounts of calamine lotion all over Tara. At first when it went on Tara became itchier, but then the lotion slowly soothed it.
“Thank you baby, it feels much better.” She said with a smile.
“You’re welcome, now I’m going to call the doctor. I know how much you hate them, but you need to get checked out ok?” Willow went to call the doctor to set up an appointment.
Tara couldn’t help but need to scratch there were some splotches that had no lotion on them. She started to scratch behind her knees. When she realized what she was doing they were bleeding.
“Shit!” She cursed. “Willow’s going to kill me now...”
“Tara I got you an appointment for...” Willow stopped mid-sentence when she saw the blood. “Dammit Tara I didn’t want to have to do this...” she went to their drawers and grabbed a thick pair of woollen socks, she then put them over Tara’s hands. “Don’t you dare take them off; I’ll be back in a minute.” Tara listened and then she saw Willow holding a roll of duct tape. Willow then proceeded to tape the socks to Tara’s wrists.
“Now feel free to try and scratch yourself. At least with these on no damage will be done. Now let’s get you to the bathroom while I clean your legs up.”
Tara waited until Willow had gone and then tried to scratch but was only able to rub which didn’t give much satisfaction. What can I use to scratch myself? A backscratcher, no, we don’t have one? A door handle? A cactus, yes, yes, yes, it’ll feel so good.She went over to the spiky cactus and picked it up. As she was scratching it hurt her, but she decided that feeling the pain was better than an itch that would never end.
“Tara! Stop it! I can’t trust you for one second. I’m going to put oven mitts over the socks that way you can’t pick anything up. That means I’ll have to look after you like you’re a young child.”
Tara looked angrily at her hands; which now had pink oven gloves taped over them, reducing her frantic scratches to gentle rubs. Unable to scratch at all, much of the itching died away. Willow kissed her firmly on the lips. “The itching will go soon as long as you leave it alone. Now as I was trying to tell you I set up an appointment with the doctor for tomorrow morning at 9:30 you will get cream for the itch and an anti-biotic.” Willow leaned in and gave her another kiss. “It’s a good thing I’ve already had the chickenpox or else I wouldn’t be able to kiss you until you weren’t contagious anymore.” She winked at Tara.
Great, now I’m feeling horny and I can’t touch myself and I still want my back to be scratched. Maybe I can get Dawn or Anya or Buffy to scratch it for me.” Tara thought.
and poor Tara. I can't wait to see were you guys are going with this.
