Finger Screws by Marcia M

Rating: NC-17
Uber Setting: Contemporary.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, Joss Whedon, ME, etc, etc, owns them, but the story is mine. This fic is for enjoyment, not money.
Distribution: The Mystic Muse http://mysticmuse.net
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Spoilers: Nope. AU.
Author's Note: This is basically PWP. As this is NC-17 if you're not of age – run away! Thanks to my beta!!
Pairing: Willow/Tara

Willow nervously shifted her toolkit from hand to hand. "I'm sorry, Jeff, I ran over at the last site. Is it too late? Do you want me to come back Monday?" She hated making her customers stay late, especially on a Friday. She looked up at the dark haired man standing in front of her.

"No, it's fine. I have some work I can finish up and there are a few other employees still here. You have everything you need?" He showed her down the hall towards an open room with several cubicles set up in the middle. "Here's the computer. I'll be in my office, if you need me I'm extension 372." Jeff flashed the redhead a smile before turning and heading back to his office.

Willow set her toolkit down and pushed the power button on the PC. As expected she received a hard disk error. She cut the power back off and crawled under the desk. She groaned as she took in the mess of cables under the desk. She sighed; she'd take care of them later. For now, she just unhooked the cables before pulling the computer out and setting it on the desk's surface. She removed the screws holding the cover in place. Giving a quick tug, she slid the cover off. She checked the internal cables and found everything okay. She pulled a spare hard drive out of her toolkit and, making a few jumper changes, installed her spare and reconnected the supposedly broken hard drive.

"Ok. Thanks." Jeff placed the phone back in its cradle with a sigh. He picked it up again and punched in an extension. He smiled into the phone "Tara, hi! Hey have I told you what a great job you're doing lately and how happy we are to have you working for us?"

Tara shook her head, but a small smile pulled at the corner of her lips. "Skip the kiss up, Jeff, what do you need?"

"I have to go pick up Danielle from soccer practice. Kelly has to work over. The computer tech is here. Do you mind waiting around and closing up?" He tried to sound pitiful and hopeful all at once. After a moment's hesitation he continued persuasively, "It shouldn't be too long…"

Tara thought about giving Jeff a hard time but the truth was, she still had some work to do, so it wasn't really a big deal. "You know you're going to owe me, right?"

Jeff gave a silent 'Yes!' in his head. If he left now, he could catch the last half hour of Danielle's practice. "Um, yeah, sure. I hate to rush but, gotta go!" He hung up the phone and pushed the button on his PC to send it into hibernation. He grabbed his keys and jacket and ran out of the building. He never missed a game, but it was a rare opportunity that he got to see his daughter practice and spend a little quality father daughter time together.

"But-" Tara stared at the dead phone in her hand, stunned at the abrupt end to the conversation. She dialed Jeff's extension trying to catch him but he didn't pick up. She sighed. 'He could have at least told me where this tech was.' She figured she'd better go find out.

After a few tests, Willow declared the hard drive dead. She pulled a preconfigured hard drive out of her bag, one that she was going to leave. She just hoped the user didn't have any data saved. There were other steps she could have taken if there were critical data that needed to be recovered but that would involve a lot more time and money. Jeff had assured her that there shouldn't be any data on it and if it were faster she should just replace the hard drive. So that's what she had done. She slid the cover back on and set the computer on the floor. She slid it out of the way then grabbed some cable ties and scooted on her back under the desk. She started untangling the cables, getting them into order. As she finished straightening up, she started plugging cables back into the back of the computer

Tara wandered into the data entry area. Walking around the cubicles she finally saw a set of feet sticking out from under one of the desks. She scuffed her feet a little to announce her approach. As she got closer, she could still only see a set of khaki covered legs, bent at the knee, protruding slightly from under the desk.

Willow heard footsteps approaching. She had just realized she forgot to put the screws back in the cover so she called out, "Hey, Jeff, do you mind handing me those finger screws from the desk?"

Tara's eyes opened wide and she said "Finger screws?" thinking she had heard incorrectly.

At the sound of a female voice, Willow instinctively sat up, bumping her head on the underside of the desk. "Ow," she grimaced and slid out from under the desk. Scrambling to her feet she rubbed her head briefly before stopping and looking into the two most gorgeous sea blue eyes she had ever seen. She gulped, and finally her brain sort of caught up to the question. She pointed to one of the screws on the desk. "Um, yeah you know for screwing with your fingers," Willow's eyes widened in horror and she tried to explain. "I mean, it's just that you don't need any tools, just your hands, not that you can't use tools, because you can, because it also has the slot, and there's all kinds of things you can stick in there" she was sure her face was the color of her hair now, she was a ship sinking into the great ocean of foot-in-mouth "you… just… don't… have… to…" gulping she realized there was really no way to even swim up out of it. "And… oh geesh this is just getting worse and I'm going to crawl back under the desk now." Willow actually started to turn to do just that but was stopped by a hand on her arm.

Tara was able to hold in a giggle but she couldn't stop the lopsided grin that curved her lips. She let her fingers linger on the redhead's arm, enjoying the warmth of the bare flesh. The redhead was wearing a white polo shirt with a WRCS logo above her right breast. She barely resisted the urge to lift her finger and trace the letters, instead choosing to ask, "So, um, exactly how many… screws… or is it fingers? Do you need?" The words had poured out of her mouth like water through a sieve before she could even think to censor them. There was just something about the redhead. Her own words brought a flush to her cheeks, she just wasn't sure if it were more from embarrassment or arousal.

"Um, t-two or three" Willow gulped. Was this flirting? It sure felt like flirting. This woman was too beautiful to be flirting with her though, and this wasn't just regular flirting this was hot, sexy flirting.

"Which is it? Two…" Tara slid her fingers down a little, barely brushing two fingers across the sensitive flesh on the underside of the redhead's wrist "or three?" she added a third finger to her feather light caresses.

"Either will usually s-satisfy, as long as they are used correctly." Was that really her voice that sounded so hoarse?

"And you're an expert?" Tara raised an inquisitive eyebrow. She had started this, but now she wondered just how far it would go. At this point, she didn't think there could be a too far, she was inexplicably drawn to this woman.

Willow could actually feel the perspiration forming on her upper lip and she was pretty sure she was going to spontaneously burst into flames at any moment but she couldn't stop herself from trying to continue. "Depends on the…" she trailed off, not really sure what she was going to say. She, Willow Rosenberg, was completely speechless.

Tara was disappointed as she assumed their game was over when the redhead stopped speaking. Reluctantly she moved her fingers away, wrapping her arms around her stomach. She licked her lips that had suddenly gone dry and, clearing her throat, she decided to move onto a new safer conversation. "Um, so Jeff had to leave and he asked me to lock up when you were finished. I was just checking on you."

"Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to keep you late." The redhead was really embarrassed and hurried to pick up the screws off the desk. As her fingers curled around the objects, her mind tried to drift back to their conversation. She firmly pushed those thoughts aside and took a calming breath. "I shouldn't be too much longer, maybe fifteen or twenty minutes?" She finally turned back to look into blue eyes. The blonde's gaze was so intense she immediately dropped them lower – only to settle on two luscious lips. She let her tongue slide across her own bottom lip as she imagined what the other woman's would taste like.

"No, I didn't mean to rush you. I was working late anyway. I'm in the office down the hall on the right. If you don't mind, could you stop by when you finish?" Tara thought it was a legitimate request, not just wanting to spend a few precious minutes with the redhead. And then she remembered to say "I'm Tara, by the way." She would have extended her hand, but the redhead had hers full.

"Willow. I'm… that's my name… is Willow" she trailed off breathlessly. 'I went to college, really I did. I even got an A in English.'

"Willow – so is that the W in WRCS?" It was the perfect excuse to look at Willow's breasts again; she was pretending to study the logo. In actuality she wondered how sensitive they were, would they respond to a warm breath, a flick of the tongue, a sensual lick…

Willow had the distinct feeling she was being ogled and she willed her nipples not to respond. Didn't work. Before the thought was even finished she felt them harden under her shirt, just from the intense look Tara was giving her. Maybe Tara wouldn't notice. "Um, yes, W for Willow." 'And maybe tomorrow we'll try real sentences with nouns, verbs and adjectives.'

Tara definitely noticed the girls hardening nipples and she couldn't seem to tear her gaze away. Trying to cover and still not raising her eyes, she furrowed her brow as if concentrating as she said, "And the RCS stands for?"

"Rosenberg Computer Services, though officially it's just WR Computer Services." Willow cleared her throat trying to draw Tara's attention away from her breasts. She just looked like she would devour Willow at any moment. It seems that should be a disturbing, as in bad, thought but it only caused a throbbing, aching, wet sensation at her core. 'What will happen when we kiss? Hmm, and that was a when not an if…'

Tara finally tore her gaze from Willow's chest and looked up into emerald eyes. And she was powerless to halt the cheesy line that popped into her head 'Willow Rosenberg, where have you been all my life?' and she couldn't stop the grin that spread across her face.

When Tara stood there grinning, Willow couldn't help but return the smile. "I'll, uh, just finish up here and come see you when I'm finished?" What was meant as a statement somehow came out sounding like a very hopeful question.

Willow leaned out of the cubicle, watching the blonde's very shapely derrière as it moved down the hallway. She jumped back when Tara paused and looked back over her shoulder, quickly turning and scooting back under the desk.

Tara covered her mouth with her hand to stifle the giggle that escaped. She knew Willow had watched her walk down the hallway and she saw her hasty retreat – she doubted the redhead even realized the cubicle walls were only five feet high so the blonde had easily seen the top of Willow's head during her guilty retreat into the cube. So, Willow obviously had some interest, Tara just wondered how interested. As she reached her office, she decided to finish up her work so she would be conveniently ready to leave when the redhead finished up.

Willow finished hooking every thing up then powered on the computer. She smiled as the familiar Windows logo splashed across the screen. She tested a few applications and verified the internet connection was set up and working properly then shut down. She started gathering her things. Her eye caught something partially hidden behind the monitor. Picking it up, she smiled, putting it in her pants pocket. She looked around to make sure she didn't forget anything then, wiping her sweaty palms on her thighs, she headed towards Tara's office.

Tara had been fidgeting for the last five minutes and as she finally heard Willow coming down the hall she quickly closed her applications and started shutting her computer down. She picked up a stack of papers and turned to put them in her briefcase. When she heard a soft knock on her open door, she turned, as nonchalantly as she could, and smiled. "Hey, Willow. All done?"

"Yes" 'more words, need more words, why can't I find words when I'm around her? Say something witty' she was panicking inside her head. She opened her mouth again, waiting for the witty comment to emerge and… nothing. She closed it and settled on a sheepish grin.

'Together. Tara and I. Together. The two of us. Together. Rosenberg – you've got it so bad. You better run while you can.' She didn't of course; her legs were stuck and only seemed to be able to follow Tara, because it wasn't until the blonde moved towards the door that Willow felt her legs being tugged in that direction, as if they, and really her whole body, were magnetically drawn to the blue-eyed goddess.

They walked down the hallway in silence stopping in front of the elevator. Tara pushed the down button. She would typically walk the three short flights to the basement garage but it wasn't a good idea when it was this late.

The doors opened and Tara held them for Willow to step through first, a slow grin spread across her face as she decided to be bold. As soon as Tara stepped into the car, she dropped her briefcase and pinned Willow against the wall, seeking and claiming her lips in a searing kiss. She wedged her leg between Willow's, pressing her knee into the redhead's center as her lips continued to devour Willow's. She pushed her tongue deep inside, tasting and drinking from this beautiful woman. Her hands brushed up Willow's sides, glancing off her breasts as she felt the redhead bury her hands in her hair, urging her closer. Tara finally broke the kiss to take in a big gulp of air, but not dallying as she brought her lips in to taste Willow's pulse point. The redhead arched into her and moaned her name "Tara." Fueled on by Willow's eagerness, she moved her mouth lower…

"Tara!" Willow raised her voice a little this time as she waved a hand in front of Tara's face. She had been holding the elevator door waiting for the blonde, who was totally in a daze, to step on.

Tara blushed a deep crimson, thinking somehow Willow could see her thoughts written on her face. She guiltily stepped into the elevator pushing the B on the console. "So, h-how long have you worked with computers?"

"Um, technically, if you count high school, ten years or so" she quickly figured the dates in her head and nodded, agreeing with her guesstimate.

That was all the small talk that Tara could think of but somehow coming right out and saying 'Hey, you want to come back to my house and make love all night' didn't seem quite as subtle as it should be. She needed an opening… so to speak.

Willow rocked back and forth from her toes to her heels, trying to think of something to say. Unfortunately she said the first thing that popped into her head "You know you have the most gorgeous eyes and kissable lips I have ever seen?" She stared at the latter for a moment and as they started to curl into a smile, she realized she had spoken out loud. She opened her mouth to say something to make it better, but she definitely didn't want to take it back and well…

"How would you know?" Tara raised an eyebrow, holding her breath as she plunged in, using Willow's words as her opening.

Of all the things she expected Tara to say, that wasn't one of them. Not figuring out any reply she just stared at the blonde, a look of confusion and concentration on her face. Finally she came up with the brilliant response "Huh?"

"I can give you the eyes statement but how do you know my lips are kissable? You haven't kissed them…" she paused for a good three seconds before adding seductively "yet."

Willow started to move closer to Tara to take her up on her offer when the elevator stopped and the doors opened. Willow glanced back and forth between the open door and the beautiful woman several times, before giving an exasperated sigh and stepping out into the garage, trying to think of something to say to extend their time together.

Tara followed Willow out of elevator. It had almost worked, she was pretty sure Willow was going to kiss her, but the moment was lost. The question was how to create a new moment.

"Would you like to come back to my place for coffee?" Both girls burst into giggles as the same question came bursting from both of them.

"You win. Do you want to leave your car here and ride me, with me!" she added hastily. From the gleam in those blue eyes, her Freudian slip obviously hadn't gone undetected. "I, uh, can bring you back for it later," she added lamely. If she admitted the truth to herself, she hoped they wouldn't be heading back for Tara's car until tomorrow at the earliest.

Willow's slip had sent Tara's pulse racing anew as she thought of that very thing. Her eyes glazed over with images flashing through her mind and she could only motion for Willow to lead the way.

Willow led Tara to her yellow Ford Escape and opened the passenger door. She helped the blonde into the seat and took her briefcase from her hand. She moved to the driver side backdoor and opened it, setting Tara's briefcase along with her toolkit, in the back. She then climbed into the driver seat, flashing Tara a toothy smile as she started the engine. As she pulled out of the garage she asked "Which way?"

"Left. And then right at the second stop light," Tara replied. She was taking Willow to her house. To seduce her. Or be seduced. Hyperventilating now. No. She had started this and she was drawn to Willow, and the redhead seemed to like her. Now was not the time to let her normal shyness show through, she wanted to start building a fire in Willow. With that thought, she turned in her seat as much as her seatbelt would allow. Willow was fidgeting with the radio. Tara reached out and took her hand, lacing their fingers together. She turned the radio to a soft rock station but turned the volume down low.

Willow gave Tara a nervous smile and tried to hide her intense reaction to the simple caresses the blonde's thumb was bestowing upon her knuckles. This was definitely not something that Willow normally did, but she already realized that she could deny Tara nothing.

"Oh, turn left and it's the fourth house on the right." Tara almost missed giving Willow directions to her house as she was caught up in the softness of her skin. She took a few calming breaths as they turned into her driveway.

Willow reluctantly pulled her hand from Tara's to shift into park and turn off the engine. Willow turned towards Tara, praying this night would continue but she wanted to give Tara a chance to back out if she wasn't sure. That didn't mean she was going to make it easy. Willow leaned over and unbuckled Tara's seatbelt, and continued to lean in until her lips were brushing against a delicate ear.

Tara felt a shiver run through her body as Willow's lips brushed her ear and she whispered, "I just want to be absolutely sure you're okay with this." With that Willow sucked Tara's earlobe into her mouth, nipping it gently with her teeth. Any doubts, and there really weren't any, Tara may have had melted away.

"I'm sure," Tara whispered her reply as her fingers gently caressed Willow's arm. She pulled back slightly to look into green eyes. "Are you ready to go inside?" The double meaning was definitely intended and Tara watched as green eyes darkened with desire.

"Yes." It was more a breath than a word that slipped through Willow's lips. She reluctantly pulled back to open her door. She started to round the vehicle to open Tara's door but the blonde was already out, so Willow grabbed Tara's briefcase from the back and turned to gaze into blue pools of desire. Her heart stopped then took off like a racehorse. "Hey." She smiled before pulling Tara's left hand into her free one.

Tara led them to the front door and pulled out her key, using one hand so she wouldn't lose contact with Willow, she unlocked the deadbolt, then the knob. Glancing up at Willow, searching for any doubt in those emerald eyes, she found none. With a slow twist she turned the knob and entered her home.

Willow set Tara's briefcase on the floor, then turned to shut and lock the door, never letting go of Tara's hand as the blonde's thumb began it's caressing motion across her knuckles, sending shivers through her body. She turned back and watched as Tara kicked her shoes off and Willow followed suit, pushing them aside before tugging their connected hands so that Tara took a step closer.

Tara was encapsulated in Willow's gaze. She could feel the heat pouring off the other woman's skin. She inhaled deeply catching a hint of strawberries and… Willow. She felt like she should say something but her ability to talk had disappeared, as her senses demanded all of her attention.

Willow watched as Tara's tongue flicked out to moisten her lips. Probably an involuntary gesture but Willow couldn't wait any longer to touch, to taste this beautiful woman. Stepping so close that their breasts barely touched, Willow used the hand that wasn't entwined with Tara's to trace a slow lazy path up the blonde's arm, stopping to caress the sensitive flesh in the crease of her elbow, before moving towards her upper arm, across her collarbone. She marveled at the softness of the skin beneath her fingertips and she felt her mouth go from dry to salivating as she imagined tasting the silky smoothness, but not yet. Her fingers continued their journey along Tara's neck, then she softly fluttered against cheekbones, before pushing her finger into honey locks, feeling the texture slipping between her fingers.

Tara's eyes fluttered closed briefly when Willow's fingers entwined in her hair and then stayed in place to gently massage her scalp. She opened them back up, locking blue eyes with green. Her entire right side tingled from the redhead's touch, every nerve end seemed to be firing and she felt her knees shake briefly. She whimpered slightly when Willow unlocked their entwined fingers. It quickly became a soft moan as she began moving that hand along her left arm, taking her time in awakening all the nerves on that side as well. Tara's hands itched to touch the redhead but she wanted to let Willow continue her journey. She settled on placing her hands on the redhead's hips and giving a gentle squeeze.

Willow stifled a groan as the heat poured from Tara's hands and settled around her middle. As her right hand continued it's journey up Tara's neck, she used her index finger to softly circle a delicate earlobe, causing the blonde to jerk, thrusting her hips at Willow while her hands instinctively tugged the redhead's hips forward, crashing their bodies together.

Willow fought not to move too fast, though it was becoming increasingly difficult. She threaded her right hand into Tara's hair so that it mimicked her left and now she was gently cupping the blonde's face between her hands. She leaned forward and gently pulled Tara's face towards her. Opening her lips just a slit to allow her breath to escape, she brushed them across Tara's cheek – not a kiss but a caress with her lips.

Tara's eyes closed as she felt Willow's lips move across her face in feather light caresses, just as her fingertips had done along her arms. Warm breath covered her skin but Willow's lips never opened or closed. Nor, so it seemed, could they be hurried or maneuvered in one direction or another. Tara moaned and tried to turn her head but Willow's hands gently held her in place and she felt those wonderful lips caress the backs of her eyelids, down her cheeks, teasing the corners of her mouth until finally she moaned "Willow, please…"

Willow briefly stopped her caresses as the blonde's moaning of her name flooded her center with moisture. "Please what, baby?" The thought that the blonde might want her to stop was enough to keep her still. As blue eyes slowly opened she searched them for any sign of hesitancy.

Tara stared into those emerald pools and it was like looking into a crystal ball with the promise of a wonderful, love-filled future. She licked her lips again as she whispered huskily "Please… kiss me… make love to me…" Willow's lips swallowed her words as they finally pressed fully against her own.

There relationship (if it could even be considered that yet) may have sped off like a rocket but Willow was determined that their first joining would be slow and sensual and exploring. She kept her lips still for a few moments before wrapping them around Tara's bottom lip. She let the tip of her tongue sneak out for a little taste, before letting go and moving Tara's top lip.

Tara moaned into Willow's mouth. She didn't think she had ever been kissed with such passion filled tenderness. She was content to let Willow explore her, help her uncover things in herself she didn't know existed. She turned them slightly facing the general direction of the hallway, and Willow seemed content to let her guide their bodies. Tara didn't make a move to continue yet as Willow moved to kiss her cheeks.

Willow opened and closed her mouth against Tara's cheeks, letting her tongue sneak out to taste silky skin. Not able to stay away too long, she moved back toward ruby lips. She used her tongue to trace a lazy circle along their fullness, not yet seeking entrance, content in memorizing their texture and taste.

Tara groaned into Willow's slow exploration of her lips. Part of her wanted stake claim to Willow's mouth and devour her, but more of her wanted to bask in the slow sensual worship of her lips that built the smoldering fire in her body. She swayed her hips, pulling Willow more fully into her as she took a tiny, unhurried step forward. There was no rush to her movements, no reason to run to the bedroom and jump into bed. This was about learning and exploring each other. The journey was as important as the destination.

As Tara's lips parted, Willow's tongue slipped just between them, testing her receptiveness. As Tara's mouth opened, welcoming her into its warm recesses, she gladly accepted the invitation as she pushed forward, then left as she glided along the smooth expanse of Tara's internal cheek. A faint taste of cinnamon touched her tongue as she pulled her tongue back slightly, running across perfect teeth, taking the long route towards the other cheek, exploring it just as thoroughly before withdrawing. Taking a slight break in her discovery, she pressed their lips together as she inhaled deeply through her nose, not wanting to break the contact between their lips, even to breathe.

Tara followed Willow's lead and inhaled through her nose, just as reluctant as the redhead to break contact. As Willow's tongue began teasing her lips again. Tara moved her hands to the button on Willow's pants. As Willow's tongue slid into her mouth, Tara slid the button through the hole; she pushed the zipper down halfway, allowing her to tug the hem of Willow's shirt free from its entrapment. Once it was free, she slid her hands under the fabric until her fingertips grazed along skin stretched taut along stomach muscles that trembled under her gentle touch.

Willow moaned as Tara's hands grazed across her bare flesh and finally broke the kiss. She leaned her forehead against Tara's staring into blue pools of desire she knew matched her own in their intensity. She took the opportunity to take in deep shuddering breaths. Taking her cue from this goddess, she moved her hands to the buttons on Tara's silk blouse. Releasing each button slowly while she kept their eyes locked together. She felt Tara's hands move across her stomach, felt a ghost of a touch along the bottom of her breasts as those hands moved to her back.

Tara was powerless to break Willow's intense gaze, but her hands were on another journey, seeking to release those beautiful breasts from their prison. Finding the clasp, she quickly released it, rewarded when the material loosened and sagged in her hands. She ran her palms around Willow's ribs, stopping in front, just below her breasts. She used her thumbs to push the useless fabric out of the way and she slid her hands up, palms still resting on ribs as she framed the globes with her thumbs and forefingers. She felt the blood pumping through her veins, could hear her throbbing heartbeat, echoed by the heartbeat of the gorgeous woman before her that pounded against her hand. Her clit was a throbbing bundle of nerves so swollen that she felt her fluid soaked panties brushing against it, sending tiny jolts of electricity through her body. She needed to remove the offending material, wanted to feel the silken smoothness of Willow's skin pressed against it, against her.

As Willow freed the last button on Tara's shirt, she continued her journey and released the clasp on Tara's slacks. She didn't think it were possible for Tara's eyes to be any darker, but as her knuckles brushed against panties, slowly pushing the zipper down, they did, desire deepening them. Her own desire mounted even further, like a tall stack of building blocks, pushed higher and higher, just waiting for that one piece that was enough to send her crashing into oblivion. As the material loosened around the blonde's waist, gravity took over and they gently fluttered to the floor

Tara was barely aware of stepping out of her pants as she watched Willow's eyes change, darken and reflect every emotion playing through her mind as Tara touched her. She reluctantly pulled her gaze away from emerald pools. She wanted to taste the redhead's mouth as completely as she had been tasted.

Willow's eyelids shut as Tara's mouth finally claimed hers. She fought the urge to dominate the kiss, letting Tara take her time exploring her as she had been allowed.

Tara slid her tongue inside Willow's mouth, discovering its recesses, tasting its textures. She used the tip of her tongue to slowly glide along the underside of Willow's, eliciting a moan from the redhead. She leisurely circled Willow's tongue a couple of times before slowly starting to withdraw into her own mouth.

As Tara began to withdraw, Willow captured her tongue between her lips, sucking gently. As Tara's groan reverberated into her mouth an answering one escaped Willow's lips. Kissing Tara had made Willow feel as if she were floating. She now realized that Tara had maneuvered them into a bedroom. Tara's bedroom.

Tara still had her hands under Willow's shirt, framing the other woman's breasts. As Willow released her tongue, she leaned back and began pushing the shirt and bra upwards, pausing just a moment to receive Willow's consent. A slight nod was enough encouragement for Tara's hands to continue their journey. Sliding along the sides of Willow's breast, pushing the material up her arms, over her head until finally, Willow stood before her naked from the waist up.

Willow reached out her hands and gently pushed Tara's shirt from her shoulders. The blonde goddess stood before her in only her bra and panties and the sight was almost enough to make the redhead climax. She inhaled deeply, smelling their musky scents mixing together. She lifted her slightly trembling right hand forward and used her index finger to gently run along the swell of one and then the other bra-enclosed breast. She pushed her palms into the fullness of Tara's breasts and felt hardened nipples pressing into her palms, sending shivers of delight through her body. She could hardly wait to taste those luscious mounds of creamy flesh. With that thought in mind she slid her hands around Tara's back and quickly unsnapped the material and divested Tara of the satiny material in one smooth motion. She immediately moved to the matching panties, hooking her thumbs underneath the waistband and pushed the material free. She stepped back admiring the gift she had unwrapped and had to remind herself to breathe.

Tara stood for a moment as Willow's gaze traveled her entire body. Wanting to even the playing field, she kneeled in front of Willow and finished unzipping her pants before sliding them, as well as her panties down her legs, tossing them aside. She then removed the redhead's socks so she was rid of all her clothes. She stood and took a step back, mimicking the redhead's earlier position as she allowed her eyes to take in every inch of Willow's body, burning the details into her memory.

As if of one mind, they stepped towards one another. With mirrored movements they explored arms and stomachs, backs and bottoms, any part that was within reach. Their actions were unhurried and very thorough, though they avoided the more sensitive areas for the time, building the inferno between them. They stared deeply into each other's eyes as finally their hands wandered towards each other's breasts. Hands cupped and caressed until thumbs brushed nipples, unleashing the fire between them.

Tara lowered her head. She used her tongue to make a slow circle of Willow's breast, avoiding the nipple. She licked her way across sensitive skin teasing the other breast in the same manner, before flattening her tongue and pressing it against the responsive peak.

Willow moaned at the contact, arching her back to invite Tara to taste her completely. She wrapped her fingers in honey locks holding Tara to her chest while using the grip to steady herself.

Tara felt a gentle tug and reluctantly released the nipple she had been devouring, only to lower her head to its mate. Her lips curled into a smile around the hardened nub as Willow's grip shifted from tugging to holding her in place.

Willow felt like one long continuous moan was emanating from her body and all of it was caused by what this beautiful woman was doing to her breasts. Finally, she decided she wanted her own turn and, not to be waylaid again, gave a gentle tug on the hair she held, pulling Tara up for a long slow kiss.

Tara melted into Willow's body as the redhead explored her mouth. Tara darted her tongue out pushing Willow's back into her mouth as Tara sought to take control of the kiss. Their tongues swirled and danced together until Tara felt drunk from the sensations. They would need to get to the bed soon or she feared she would collapse on the floor. She reluctantly broke the kiss, with the intent of moving to the bed. As she pulled back, Willow never hesitated and quickly dipped her head, taking one of Tara's extremely hardened nipples in her mouth. Tara felt her hips buck into Willow so hard she thought she would knock the redhead away. But Willow held on, barely pausing in her ministrations.

Willow was a self-proclaimed breast gal and Tara's were perfect. The experimental part of her had her trying different angles pressures and movements with her tongue, seeing how each one caused Tara to react. A slow, circular lick received a slow moan from Tara. Constant sucking pressure had Tara arching her back, pushing her breasts into Willow's face. A quick nip with her teeth elicited a sharp gasp and thrust of the hips from Tara. Willow switched breasts, letting her hand explore the one her mouth had released. And now she had a whole new trial as she combined movements from her hand with movements from her tongue. Sounds of pleasure poured from Tara's ruby lips and filled Willow's ears, encouraging her to continue her thorough research until she felt Tara's legs begin to shake.

As Tara's legs wobbled, she didn't really care if she ended up in a puddle on the floor, as long as it was with Willow. She loved what Willow was doing to her but she had the overwhelming urge to see those beautiful green eyes again. And she was nearing climax; she hoped Willow was too.

Willow reluctantly raised her head at Tara's gentle pressure. As she stood, Tara leaned into her, pressing lips against her own and pulling her tight so that not even air fit between them. Willow let a contented sigh escape as Tara pulled back slightly. She opened her eyes to find blue pools of desire staring back at her. Willow watched as Tara stepped back and, with fluid movements, sat at the head of the bed, holding her hands out to Willow.

Tara took Willow's outstretched hands and guided her to the bed so that they were facing each other. She prompted Willow to scoot closer as she placed her left leg over Willow's right, while guiding Willow's right leg to rest on her left. She placed her hands on Willow's hips and pulled her closer, so close that their breasts brushed together. She could feel the heat from their centers mixing together, could almost feel it pressing against her clit. No words had been spoken for what seemed like hours but Tara had a request so she whispered "Keep your eyes open? Please?"

Willow simply nodded. It seemed like a simple enough request, until Tara's right hand slipped between their bodies and she ran a single finger along Willow's soaking slit. Willow moaned and her eyes started to drift closed. When Tara's movements stopped, Willow's eyes snapped open. "Open, yes, open" she barely breathed as she waited for Tara to continue. As Tara's finger once again moved, Willow brought her slightly shaking right hand forward and used her index finger to move through Tara's folds. She was instantly covered in the blonde's juices and couldn't resist bringing her finger to her lips for a taste. Keeping her promise, she kept her eyes open and locked on blue ones as she cleaned every last drop from her finger.

Tara watched as Willow finished cleaning her finger. As Willow's hand descended and began exploring her once again, she brought her own finger to her mouth for her first taste of Willow-juice. After one gentle lick, she couldn't stop herself from greedily devouring the rest of the fluid. As she lowered her hand once again, she resisted the urge to gather another taste. There would be time for that later, but right now she slid her fingers around the tight bundle of nerves that was begging for her touch. She felt Willow mimic her movements against her own clit. She moved her fingers to tease Willow's opening for just a few seconds before slowly pushing two fingers into Willow's center.

Willow groaned as Tara filled her and she mirrored the action, pushing two fingers inside Tara's soaking channel. She felt Tara's left hand move around to her lower back, pulling her forward. She did the same and they began a gentle thrusting motion, moving away from each other as they withdrew, thrusting towards one another as they plunged back in.

Their breasts kissed as they moved together, further hardening already sensitive peaks. As if of one mind, they each moved a thumb to gently circle engorged centers, before switching to constant pressure as they began to rock together faster and faster. They never broke eye contact and soon were panting and moaning. Their bodies moved together, sliding against each other in their sweat-induced state. Tendrils of hair clung to their foreheads and cheeks but neither bothered to brush it back as they stared intently at each other, pushing and pulling, penetrating and retracting until there was nothing in the world but the two of them together. Here. Now. Forever.

Tara watched the emotions and intensity in Willow's eyes. As she felt her approaching climax, she was the first to try to speak but was reduced to mostly one-word phrases. "Willow."

And Willow understood why Tara had requested she keep her eyes open. As the emotions flashed across blue eyes, Willow's first orgasm had barely subsided before she shuddered and another orgasm flowed through her body. She felt the answering contractions around her fingers as Tara climaxed again with her.

After her second orgasm, Tara slumped against Willow's body, taking gulps of air into her lungs as she waited for her heart rate to return to a more normal pace. She wrapped her arms around the slim body that was also slumped against her and used one hand to gently stroke auburn tresses. As she slowly calmed, she began to untangle their legs, until she could lie back against the pillows, pulling Willow with her and tucking the redhead under her chin. As Willow snuggled up against her, she gave a contented sigh and both drifted off to sleep.

They spent the night making love and drifting in and out of sleep until finally the suns rays could no longer be ignored and shown brightly through the window.

Tara stretched her limbs under Willow's weight before wrapping her arms back around the slender woman and hugging her close.

Willow woke and turned her head towards Tara giving her a warm, sleepy smile "Hey, sweetie."

"Very." Willow reached up and placed a kiss on Tara's lips before settling back to look at her lover.

Tara watched as a small crease appeared between Willow's brows and the redhead shifted to reach over the side of the bed. Feeling a little nervous, she whispered, "Is something wrong?"

Willow didn't answer the question as she reached next to the bed and pulled something out of her pants pocket. She moved back lie on her side next to her lover. She pulled one of Tara's hands out and held her closed hand over Tara's palm. Hesitantly she whispered, "This can be something to remember me by or it can be a souvenir of our first of many nights together" 'please pick the second, please pick the second, please pick the second' she replayed the mantra over in her mind.

"The first night of forever?" Tara whispered hopefully, tears forming in her eyes.

"If you'll have me." Willow pushed the piece of metal, warmed by the heat pouring from her hand and the love filling her heart, into Tara's palm.

Tara felt the warmth seeping through her from this normally cold piece of metal. She unfolded her fingers and looked at the threaded ridges and a giggle started deep in her chest as she recognized the computer screw that had started their conversation. As her giggle developed into a laugh, she felt warm arms embrace her; she immediately shifted and tucked herself into Willow's body. She settled down quickly as a new and yet familiar warmth spread through her. Already she could feel the love she felt for Willow coursing through her veins and she gave a contented sigh as she placed a gentle kiss on the swell of Willow's breast, looking up into green eyes, she vowed, "Forever and always."

"Always and forever," Willow whispered, never breaking eye contact, until finally their lips sought each other in a loving seal of their declaration.

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Finger Screws

by Marcia M

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