Journey

By Magrat

Copyright © 2003

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"The food was delicious," said Tara, as Willow helped her on with her jacket. "It's so warm I don't know why I bothered wearing this."

Willow looked out on to the street and watched the rain bounce hard off the sidewalk. "Maybe it's just as well with all this rain."

"Do you wanna call a cab?" Asked Tara.

"No, it's not cold and I thought you wanted to enjoy the rain," said Willow, giving Tara a wink.

Tara blushed and took the arm Willow offered her. She shivered as their skin made contact. She still felt emotionally raw from the night before and more connected to Willow than she had ever been. The place Willow had taken her and the love and trust involved still left her entranced. She had never imagined anything could feel so good, so intense.

"Are you cold?" Asked Willow, at once concerned. "We can call a cab; we don't have to walk back."

"I want to walk, it's so warm and quiet. It's nice to be outside in the dark without having to worry about vamps," said Tara, she closed her eyes as the warm rain pattered against her face. She gave an even more sensuous shiver as the water slid slowly down her blouse.

Willow took in the sight of her heavy-lidded lover and she felt a rush of adrenalin coursing through her veins. They were passing a little alleyway and she tugged Tara into it with her. She pushed Tara lightly against the wall of the alley; her breathing was getting quicker, shallower. She wound her hand through the blonde's sopping hair and her mouth pressed against her throat. She could feel Tara's pulse beat madly on her lips and at the same time the blonde pulled her in closer.

"Do you know what you are doing to me?" whispered Tara, sliding her face down the curve of Willow's cheek to her ear.

"Loving you," answered Willow, her hand now stroking the back of Tara's neck.

Their lips barely touched, setting the fuse of the dynamite that was waiting to explode.

Willow felt Tara's thigh grind against her center and she moaned. She tightened her hold on Tara's neck and kissed her hard, her tongue exploring the willing mouth. Her other hand, almost seemingly of its own accord, went to Tara's zipper. The water that trickled down Willow's back didn't cool her down instead the flow felt like the stroke of a lover's hand and spurred her passion on higher and harder. Her fingers slipped under the waistband of Tara's panties and she slid in further her excitement growing by the second.

Tara's legs shook; she was glad she propped against a wall. A sane voice in her head might have whispered that they should stop; that she should zip herself up and go back to the hotel, but she needed this right now. To be taken in this warm, wet darkness, felt like a fantastic dream. Every day boundaries of longing and passion were being smashed by Willow's love and lust for her. Tara felt Willow's fingers teasing at her clit and was sure that her knees were surely going to give way this time.

The redhead kissed back down the arch of Tara's neck and then licked her pulse point before taking it between her teeth and sucking in the delicate, tender skin. Simultaneously she thrust two fingers into her wet and ready lover. The space for Willow's hand inside Tara's panties was so tight making any great movement impossible. The redhead used it to her advantage moving her fingers slowly and circling Tara's clit with her thumb, they were all tiny movements but firmer than normal.

"Willow, please," said Tara, feeling jolts of pleasure linking up until she didn't now what was happening to her body. Her hands clawed against Willow's back and her hips moved in time with Willow's thrusts until she couldn't hold back any longer and she shocked even herself by throwing her head back and screaming, with the strength of her release.

Continued...

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