A Fluke Between Two Wiccans by SpikeMe4Now4200

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This Story is mine. However, I don't own the Buffyverse or any of the characters created by Joss Whedon et al; you all know who they are. I don't wish to harm them; I simply want to play with them a little :-)
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Feedback: Yes Please!!!! I would really appreciate feedback on this story; I'll reply to anyone who emails me. Constructive criticisms are very welcomed; outright flames will be ignored.
Spoilers: It would help if you've seen season 3.
Author's Notes: We know Tara was born in 1980; and since Willow graduated in the class of '99; that would mean our blonde Wiccan was 18 going on 19 during that year. Theoretically that would make her old enough to be at college. Furthermore, since it was never established exactly when Tara started college, my storyline could technically have taken place... in my own mind anyway... <lol>
Special thanks goes to Chris Cook of Through the Looking Glass and Artemis for creating the title graphic at the top of the page. Thanks, Chris!
Pairing: Willow/Tara

Summary: What would have happened if Willow and Tara had met at the start of Tara's freshman year at UCSD?

Willow was the first one out of the shower—which she'd taken alone. Despite what had just happened, the girls were in no way ready to deepen the physical side of their relationship in that manner. Besides, they hadn't really crossed any lines. Right? All they'd done was give each other a couple of hickeys. So why did Willow feel so different, as if a part of her now really did belong to Tara? It was almost as if magick of some sort had been involved…

Once she was back inside Tara's room, Willow began to blow dry her hair, and pondered over the situation.

She and Tara were definitely bonded, and even if she was still a little confused about her own sexuality that was one thing she was sure of. She would forever want Tara to be a part of her life, regardless of the role she played in it. She could not imagine her life without her…

With that thought, Willow set down the hair dryer and moved in front of the mirror to brush out the final tangles from her hair. It was then that she noticed the two unmistakable red marks on her neck. Tara had definitely gone all out with the branding.

Tara, Willow thought to herself, lifting a finger to the left mark. Tara-lips, she traced the outline of the unruly red circle. Does this mean I belong to Tara? Am I Tara's? Does Tara belong to me now, too? With that thought, she moved her hand to the other side of her neck, lightly touching the other mark. It's gonna take a whole lotta makeup to hide this…

It was then that Tara walked in through the door, catching Willow in the act of checking herself out. With a smile, she placed her gear down and took off the towel covering her damp hair. She draped the towel over a nearby chair back to dry, before making her way over towards Willow.

She came to stand right behind her, looking over her shoulder to meet her gaze in the mirror. "Those are some marks…" she ventured ruefully.

"Mmm hmm," Tara agreed. She tentatively wrapped her arms around Willow's waist and rested her chin on her left shoulder. "What do you think they mean?"

"I dunno," Willow replied truthfully, letting out a soft sigh as Tara turned to nuzzle her neck.

Tara pressed a soft kiss against Willow's cheek, before moving her gaze back to the mirror..

Willow smiled dreamily, enjoying the sensation of being held in Tara's arms. "Well, whatever it means. I do know one thing," she craned her neck to lightly press her lips against Tara's.

"What's that?" Tara mumbled against her lips, nipping Willow's bottom lip playfully.

"There's no going back." Willow replied, speaking each word between nips. "I might not be your girlfriend, but we're more than just friends now…right?"

Tara deepened their kiss in response, thrusting her tongue in a circle around Willow's mouth. The girl was right, they were more than friends. However, they would have to take things slowly. There was so much that they weren't ready for…

And kissing Willow like this isn't taking anything slowly, a voice reminded her. But it feels so good, she argued with herself, letting out a soft moan as Willow's tongue met hers. You know what's right though…this is just making you both more confused…

With that thought, Tara reluctantly pulled away, despite the groans of protest coming from Willow.

"We should take things slow," she said by way of explanation, as Willow turned around to face her.

"I know," Willow sighed. "But your lips taste sooo good," she leaned in for a quick taste…

"That's what started this whole thing," Tara chuckled as she pulled away from the kiss. "Besides," she moved towards the hair dryer. "My hair's still wet…"

Willow smiled good naturedly, seeing right through Tara's plan. The girl was right though. "Hey," she took the dryer from Tara, "let me do it. Give me a chance to run my hands through your hair."

Tara blushed at Willow's words, but turned around in compliance. "You like my hair?" she asked shyly.

"Mmm hmm," Willow gently ran her fingers through the wet strands. "I love how it feels in my fingers…and the wetness…mmm…"

Tara blushed, knowing exactly what Willow was referring to. Feeling somewhat bold and giddy, she decided to see if she could make Willow blush as well. "Maybe one day I'll let you feel exactly how wet my, uh…my hair can get…"

Tara felt Willow's fingers still their movement within her hair and chuckled under her breath. Curiosity guiding her, she craned her neck, and couldn't help but smirk as she noted the wide eyed red faced expression on Willow's face.

"Vixen," Willow smiled after a moment, before leaning down to lightly kiss Tara's lips. "Did anyone ever tell you you're a tease?"

Willow thought for a moment how best to respond, but all she came up with was another kiss. "Come on," she ventured once she'd pulled her lips away from Tara's. She knew things could so easily get out of hand again.

Following her train of thought, Tara turned around dutifully so that Willow could begin her work. It might be a lotta fun to flirt with Willow, but it could definitely lead to trouble…

Fifteen minutes later, Willow had finished with Tara's hair and both girls were crawling into bed for some much needed rest.

Willow turned on her side to face her friend. "Tara…" she ventured with a shy smile.

"What is it?" Tara replied softly. She reached out and lovingly stroked Willow's cheek, pressing a tender kiss against her lips.

"In your fantasy," Willow began shyly, "you um…you mentioned singing in my ear…"

Tara blushed, sensing where Willow was going with this. "Yeah…?" she whispered gingerly.

Despite the girl's obvious reluctance, Willow couldn't resist her plea. She was curious to hear her voice after all, and could imagine no better way to end the day than by having Tara sing to her.

Tara sighed. She should have known this was coming. What had she been thinking of when she'd revealed her fantasy?

"You w-want me to sing you to-to sleep?" Her voice trembled with a hint of trepidation.

Willow gave Tara her most endearing smile, hoping the girl wouldn't be able to resist her charm. "Please…" she appealed softly.

Willow grinned and leaned over to return the kiss, briefly capturing Tara's bottom lip.

"Turn around," Tara whispered, gently guiding Willow so that she could spoon with her.

Willow instantly complied and let out a pleased sigh when she felt Tara's arm tighten around her waist, and the gentle tickle of her breath against her neck.

"Mmmm," she covered Tara's arm with her own, shivering with pleasure. She loved being in Tara's arms, and this was the best way to get to sleep.

Tara loved it too, and couldn't resist placing an adoring kiss against Willow's cheek, before nuzzling her neck for a brief moment. "Only for you Will," she whispered. "Anything for you…"

"Oh Tara," Willow craned her neck for another kiss, shivering slightly as their lips met. Tara's words meant more to her than she could ever express with words.

"What do you want me to sing?" Tara whispered into Willow's ear as the girl returned to her previous position.

"Something soft and romantic," Willow closed her eyes, shuddering at the sensation of Tara's breath against her skin.

Tara thought for a moment, taking her time to come up with a suitable song. A moment later, she took a deep breath, placed a quick kiss against Willow's neck and began to sing the first line of her favorite Elvis song.

"Wise men say, only fools rush in. But I can't help, falling in love, with, you…"

Willow felt a chill run through her as the soft strains of Tara's song echoed in her ear. Tara had the most beautiful singing voice she'd ever heard.

"Shall I stay? Would it be a sin? If I can't help, falling in love, with, you…"

"You like?" Tara whispered shyly, feeling a little nervous about Willow's reaction.

"Wow," Willow repeated, lifting Tara's hand from her waist so that she could lightly kiss her palm. "Beautiful," she sighed, returning Tara's arm back to its position around her waist.

Tara smiled and continued softly, her confidence boosted. "Like a river flows, surely to the sea. Darling so it goes, some things, were meant to be ee, ee, ee…"

Willow shivered as Tara's leg somehow found its way in between hers and the girl snuggled against her even closer. She had no idea Tara had such a wonderful voice, and she felt extremely blessed that the girl felt comfortable enough to share it with her.

"Take my hand, take my whole life too. For I can't help, falling in love, with you…"

As Tara continued to sing, Willow could feel herself getting drowsier and drowsier, allowing the girl's voice to gently work its way into her being. Tara's voice was magickal, and before she could even begin the next line, Willow was already half asleep.

"Like a river flows, surely to the sea. Darling so it goes, some things, are meant to be, ee, ee, ee…"

Tara could feel Willow's breathing getting steadier as she neared the end of the song, and she paused to press a tender goodnight kiss against her cheek before softly singing the last of the lyrics.

"Take my hand, take my whole life too. For I can't help, falling in love, with you. For I can't help, falling in love, with you…"

"Good night Willow," Tara whispered, kissing Willow's cheek one last time before she too allowed the sweet sensation of slumber to take over.

The next day, Tara awoke to a slight headache, feeling somewhat nauseous. She wasn't used to alcohol of any kind, and the small amount consumed by her and Willow last night had been enough to make her feel a tad off color this morning. She was reluctant to get up and grab an aspirin though. She'd much rather stay in bed, curled up behind Willow, listening to the gentle sounds of breathing coming from the girl she loved.

As she continued to hold Willow however, the stabbing pain of her headache began to get progressively worse. She really needed to do something about it. With a sigh, she pressed a light kiss against Willow's cheek and carefully extricated herself from the girl's sleeping form.

She grabbed the tumblers she and Willow had used last night and tiptoed out of the room towards the bathroom. It didn't take her long to rinse the glasses out and fill them with water. She figured Willow would feel just as seedy as she did this morning.

When she got back to the room, Tara placed the glasses on her end table and tiptoed as quietly as she could while searching for her medical supplies. She didn't want to wake Willow, knowing that the more the girl slept, the less time she'd have to endure awake and uncomfortable.

It didn't take Tara long to find some aspirin and a bottle of vitamin B tablets. She downed two of the aspirin and a couple of vitamins, before she crawled back into bed with Willow.

Tara sighed and closed her eyes as she snuggled up against her friend. The aspirin hadn't kicked in yet, so she carefully tightened her hand around Willow's waist and rested her chin against her shoulder, doing her best to draw comfort from the girl without waking her up.

Despite her mild hangover though, Tara didn't regret what had happened last night. She was glad the wine had loosened their inhibitions and helped move their relationship into a new level of closeness. She was in love with Willow after all, and wanted more than anything to be her girlfriend.

Although, if truth be told, she should've kept Willow at more of a distance. The girl was confused, she was still a little attracted to her ex-boyfriend, and she was scared about who she really was. The last thing Willow needed right now was for someone to make life more difficult.

However, Tara was only human, and Willow's reaction to Oz had triggered a chord within her. She didn't like the idea that Willow was still attracted to her ex. Nevertheless, she'd wanted to be the good friend, look after Willow's interests, not complicate things. But a part of her had said enough! She didn't always feel like making sacrifices—doing the right thing. She and Willow had shared a lot of intimacies yesterday, and Tara had felt more than a little disgruntled by Oz's intrusion.

So, instead of preaching to Willow that it was okay for her to go back to Oz if she wanted to, she'd plied the girl with alcohol. Tara wasn't really too proud of herself for that, but as she looked back on the events, she knew she hadn't really done anything that was too wrong. Besides, when it had come down to crunch time, she had done the right thing after all.

She'd been strong and refused to accept Willow as her girlfriend. And that was one of the hardest things she'd had to do in her whole life. In fact, she had no idea how much longer she could continue to remain strong. She wanted only what was best for Willow. But was she willing to sacrifice her own happiness in the process?

With that thought, Tara leaned up and pressed an adoring kiss against Willow's cheek.

"Mmm," Willow mumbled, blinking here eyes to force them open. She had a killer of a headache, and a bellyache to match.

"Hey you," Tara whispered. She hadn't meant to wake Willow up, but was glad of her company nevertheless. "How you feeling?"

"Mmngh," Willow groaned. She was still unable to form proper words, sleep and pain clouding her mind.

Tara smiled bemusedly, knowing exactly what Willow was going through. With a quick kiss against Willow's cheek, Tara forced herself out of bed.

"Mmngh," Willow moaned at the loss of contact and turned to lie on her back. She instantly regretted the action as a sharp stabbing pain worked itself into the middle of her forehead. "Mmngh…"

"This'll make you feel better," Tara explained, popping out the medicine. "Aspirin for the headache, and vitamin B to give you energy," she moved to sit on the edge of the bed and placed two aspirin and two vitamins in Willow's hand. "Drink up," she instructed.

With another groan, Willow forced herself up into a sitting position. "Owww," she winced as her head decided to complain again.

"Drink," Tara insisted, holding out the glass as Willow popped the tablets into her mouth.

Willow just looked at her through sleep-covered eyes as she swallowed. She didn't really think anything would help her pain at the moment, but was willing to give it a shot nevertheless.

"There," Tara grinned as she returned the glass back to her end table. "You should feel better in no time."

"Mmm," Willow moaned, still not entirely convinced. However, as Tara crawled back into bed with her, she began to think otherwise. She sighed in contentment when Tara's forehead came to rest against hers and the girl intertwined their legs together under the covers. "Nice," she whispered.

Tara smiled and moved her arm around Willow's back as the girl did the same, pulling them closer together. "The aspirin should kick in soon and you'll feel a lot better. It only took a few minutes with me."

" Bout last night?" Willow's voice shook a little, as her mind slowly began to recall their situation.

"Nothing bad," Tara reassured gently, feeling Willow's energy level fluctuate suddenly. "I don't regret what happened…" she paused, "unless you do…?"

"Mmm," Willow moaned as Tara's lips met hers in a brief kiss. Any remaining doubts about last night were now forever stricken.

"You feeling any better?" Tara pulled away from the kiss. She wanted to keep their contact light this morning. They had to tread carefully despite their new level of intimacy.

Following Tara's train of thought, Willow smiled in response. "A little," she pouted playfully, "but my tummy's still upset…"

Tara grinned. "Turn around," she instructed softly, guiding Willow to lie on her back. "Close your eyes…"

Willow did as she was told and shivered as Tara boldly began to lift up the material of her nightshirt. However, the cold air on her belly went completely unnoticed as her cheeks flushed with the excitement of knowing Tara's eyes were on her half naked body. Wow, I can't believe Tara's doing this. How far's she gonna take it?

Tara shivered as well, her imagination racing as Willow's skin was progressively revealed to her. She couldn't quite believe her own daring actually, but for the life of her she wasn't gonna back off now. There was a new understanding between them as of last night, and she was helpless to avoid succumbing to it. Gods, she's so beautiful…

Tara forced herself to stop just short of Willow's breasts. She then settled herself on her side and rested her head against Willow's shoulder, her eyes glued to the delectable sight of the girl's naked belly.

Tara took another moment to argue with herself, before she finally reached out her hand towards Willow. Much as her brain knew what the right thing to do was, it seemed to hold little sway when it came to her hormones.

Willow's eyes flew open when she felt the first touch of Tara's palm against her bare belly. A tingle of electricity ran all the way down her body almost instantly.

"This okay?" Tara whispered, keeping her hand still. She hoped she hadn't gone too far. Especially since she could now make out Willow's pale blue cotton panties, and was having a hard time keeping her thoughts decent.

Willow smiled and sighed. Modesty was the last thing on her mind at the moment "Please…"

Tara smiled back, instantly feeling relieved. Willow's approval was unmistakable. With a slight release of energy, she slowly began to work her hand in a tentative circle on Willow's skin, allowing herself to unashamedly enjoy the girl's subtle reactions to her touch.

Willow closed her eyes with a shudder, completely aware of the way Tara was gazing at her. Tara's hand felt so sensual against her skin, that she couldn't stop herself from moaning softly in response to each movement. Her slight nausea was now completely gone having disappeared the moment Tara had touched her skin. But that wasn't really what this was about anyway.

Tara was enjoying herself immensely. She loved having a legitimate excuse to touch Willow's silky soft skin. What's more, she couldn't help but feel pleased at the girl's reaction. She knew a small part of it had to do with the energy she was releasing, but mostly it was pseudo-erotic. She wasn't blind, and the look of intense longing she'd seen in Willow's eyes at her very first touch had been unmistakable.

Unfortunately, Tara's ministrations were cut short by the shrill ringing of her telephone. She thought about not answering it for a moment. However, she never got many phone calls, so the chance that it was something important was quite high.

"I should answer that," Tara sighed, even while her hand continued its steady movement on Willow's skin.

"Do you have to?" Willow whispered with a pout. If it were up to her, she'd lie here all day and bask in the headiness that was Tara's hand on her belly.

Willow's pout turned into more of a frown. Tara was right. But she didn't have to like it. "No fair…"

Tara chuckled at the childish expression on Willow's face. The girl was utterly adorable. "Be back soon," she promised with a smile.

As she removed her hand however, Tara felt a tinge of spontaneous boldness empower her and she leaned down and pressed her lips against the bare skin of Willow's belly—on the same spot her hand had just vacated.

She'd been unable to get the fantasy out of her head the whole time she'd been caressing Willow. And she had to admit, reality more than lived up to her fantasy. Willow's skin was so soft and tender beneath her lips. She was truly magnificent.

Willow's whole body trembled in response and she let out a soft moan. "Tara," she pleaded when her lips left just as quickly as they'd arrived.

"Phone," Tara grinned cheekily over her shoulder as she leapt off the bed. She'd pulled away more for her own sake than for Willow's. Nevertheless, it didn't stop her from enjoying Willow's reaction.

Tara's grin widened as she reached the phone, her gaze moving down to Willow's panties of its own accord. She was just so beautiful, and Tara simply couldn't help herself. In fact, she didn't even consciously realize she was ogling the girl. All Tara could think about was how sensual Willow looked, and how she'd love to press her lips against those sexy thighs of hers…

Meanwhile, the phone continued to ring, and Willow soon realized that she couldn't keep distracting Tara. Unless she wanted it to ring off the hook. So, with a rueful smile, she slowly began to unfold the material of her nightshirt.

"Yeah, she's right here. You wanna speak to her?" Tara motioned for Willow to join her.

"It's okay," Buffy declined. "Was just wondering where she was. School's almost out for the day and I haven't seen her in any of her classes. Tell her not to worry though, most of the teachers weren't in school anyway. Even Giles skipped out on study hall. I'm headed over there now to see what's up."

"What did Buffy want?" Willow asked, wrapping her arms around Tara's waist from behind as the girl put down the receiver.

"Looks like you missed school," Tara turned around in Willow's arms and looked at her sheepishly. "Think we must've overslept. It's…" she paused to glance at her clock, "wow, it almost 2."

Willow was stunned. She couldn't believe she'd missed school. She never missed school. "I missed the whole day…?"

"Uh huh," Tara smiled. "But don't worry though. Buffy said most of the teachers weren't even at school anyway. Even Giles was at home. She's gone to see him now."

Willow frowned at this, wondering if something Hellmouth-y was involved. "I hope he's okay. Hope nothing's wrong. Maybe we should go to Giles'…?"

Tara reached up with her left hand and tenderly stroked Willow's cheek. "Buffy can handle it. If something's wrong and she needs our help, I'm sure she'll call."

Willow smiled. "Yeah, I guess you're right. But I still can't believe we slept through the whole day."

Willow grinned and pressed a soft kiss against Tara's lips. She pulled away pretty quickly though. With the new intimacy they shared, each kiss now had the potential to get out of hand very quickly. And now wasn't the time for such things.

"A little," Willow admitted with a smile. "But first, we gotta figure out a way to cover these up," she moved her hand to Tara's neck, lightly touching the hickey she'd left there last night. "If Buffy calls…"

Tara chuckled. "I've got some makeup we could use. But I think a couple of turtlenecks'll work better."

A couple of hours later, the two girls had showered, changed, applied makeup and were now sitting at the Rocket Café having an extremely late lunch. The makeup they'd applied to their necks was tentative at best, so they'd decided that Tara's idea of a turtleneck was the go.

As they were finishing their meal however, they were surprisingly joined by Buffy. Apparently the girl had somehow managed to wrangle her mother's Jeep and had come looking for them to join her in a joyride.

This worried Willow a little, especially since she knew how bad Buffy's driving skills were. But why had Joyce been with Giles? Why had most of the teachers been absent from school today? And why didn't Buffy seem to think this behavior was at all weird?

There was no use in bringing all this up with Buffy though. When the Slayer had her mind set on something, it usually didn't leave much room for anything else. And right now Buffy was dead set for going on a joyride.

Which is why she and Tara had reluctantly succumbed to her invitation, and were now locked in the Jeep at the mercy of Buffy's driving. Willow had opted for the front seat, figuring Tara would be safer in the back. Tara still didn't know how bad a driver Buffy was. She was quickly finding out though.

"Tell me again how it happened," Willow ventured nervously as they headed jerkily down a semi-secluded residential street. At least there weren't many cars on the road here.

Buffy grinned, oblivious to the edginess of the two witches. "Told my mom I wanted to be treated more like a grownup, and voila, driviness."

Willow craned her neck to meet Tara's gaze, but was instantly thrown back in her seat as Buffy skidded around a corner without so much as tapping the brakes. Oh my god, oh my god, Willow started to breathe heavily, we're all gonna die, we're all gonna die, Buffy's gonna kill us, we're all gonna die…

Tara wasn't coping much better either. In fact, her eyes had closed and she was now forcing herself to take deep calming breaths. What had she gotten herself into? How could a Slayer of all people be such a bad driver? Weren't Slayers meant to have super human coordination skills?

"Also," Buffy continued as if nothing untoward was going on, "I think she wanted me otherwhere. Considering my mom and Giles are planning my future, I think it's easier for them to live my life if I'm not actually there."

Willow wasn't really listening to Buffy's words. She was too busy trying to keep herself from jumping out of the car. The risk of jumping out of a moving vehicle was beginning to look sweeter and sweeter. And when was Buffy gonna take that parking brake off? She was beginning to feel her earlier nausea returning from all the jerky movements.

"Do you know that you have the parking brake on?" Tara asked from the back seat. She too was beginning to feel increasingly nauseous.

"Uh huh," Buffy released the parking break oh so innocently, causing the engine to rev up.

Big mistake, Tara cringed, as the car was now going at twice as fast. Maybe I shoulda kept my mouth shut…?

"Are you sure about the Bronze?" Willow ventured nervously, doing her best to focus on something other than their impending deaths. "I mean, the SAT's are tomorrow…"

"I can study at the Bronze," Buffy grinned. "A little dancing, a little cross-multiplying…" Buffy trailed off as an idea hit her. "You know what we need?" she leaned over and turned on the radio and began playing with the dial.

"Eyes on the road! Eyes on the road!" Both Willow and Tara screamed at the Slayer, their hearts pounding. The Slayer might have super healing, but they were sure to die in a crash…

Buffy pulled her head up as the car swerved onto another road, luckily not hitting anything. She was having the time of her life.

Fortunately, they weren't far from the Bronze now, and a minute later, Buffy was pulling up in front of the club.

Willow instantly gravitated towards Tara and linked their hands together. She was grateful to be alive. Tara felt the same and squeezed her hand warmly.

As they entered the Bronze however, the three girls instantly noticed the surprising amount of older patrons.

"Lets do the time warp again," Buffy chuckled as they made their way through the crowd.

"Maybe there's a reunion in town or…or a Billy Joel tour or something," Willow ventured.

Willow flashed a glance at Tara and smirked, referencing the girl's previous joke.

"Are you okay, Ms. Barton?" Willow asked gently, surprised to see the somewhat glazed expression on her teacher's face. If she didn't know better, she'd bet the old woman was high on something.

"Oh, I'm cool, Willow," Ms Barton grinned. "Willow…that's a tree," she giggled. "You're a tree!"

The three girls exchanged a quizzical look. Was it really possible for this grandmotherly looking teacher to be high?

"Yeah," Ms Barton began to look around the room, "uh, uh, are there any nachos in here little tree?"

Ms. Barton laughed hysterically in response. "Okay," she continued giggling as she disappeared into the crowd.

Just then, Principal Snyder chose to grace them with his presence and startled both Buffy and Tara as he moved in between them and placed an arm around their shoulders.

Tara couldn't believe what she was seeing. Here was the man who'd just yesterday yelled at her and practically accused her of being a delinquent. And now, he had an arm around her in a club. There was definitely something wrong with this picture.

"Call me Snyder," he grinned, doing his best to sound cool. "Just a last name, like…Barbarino."

Willow stepped away from Snyder as he began to move his arms and fists wildly. "Ohh! I'm so stoked!" he exclaimed. "Hey, did you see Ms. Barton? I think she's wasted."

Willow moved towards Tara and relinked their hands together. This was getting beyond weird.

"I'm gonna have to put that in her next performance review," Snyder continued gleefully. "Cos, I'm the principal…" With a burst of laughter he disappeared into the crowd, leaving behind three stunned teenagers.

"I don't like this," Willow glanced towards Tara. "They could have heart attacks."

Just then, a shirtless middle-aged man jumped onto the stage where the Dingoes were playing and pushed Devon away from the microphone. "Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" he belted out to the crowd.

"I think that is my doctor," Willow frowned, her neck going back in shock as she watched him dive off the stage and land on the floor.

Tara frowned at this and gently squeezed Willow's hand. Just then, Snyder once again returned to the fold and stuck his head in between her and Willow, causing them both to startle.

"I got a commendation for being principal," he exclaimed proudly. "From the Mayor," he continued, gesturing with his hand. "Shook my hand twice."

Willow merely shrugged as Snyder's eye caught sight of a couple of attractive women walking past him.

"Whoa!" he exclaimed with a grin. "There are some foxy ladies here tonight!" With that, he moved away from Willow and Tara so as to head off after them.

Sharing an exasperated look, the three girls wasted no time in walking off in the opposite direction as Snyder. The principal's presence was more than wigging them out. As were all the grownups.

"They're acting like a bunch of us," Buffy finished as they all stopped walking.

Willow frowned at this, her eye catching sight of an old couple making out quite heavily on a nearby pool table. "I don't act like this…"

Tara smiled adoringly at her friend and lightly squeezed her hand. "No," she smirked, "I don't think you have it in you."

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Willow asked with mock bravado. "You think I don't know how to have a good time?"

Willow pouted in response, knowing they were both kinda right. She wasn't much for partying or acting reckless. She was the resident good girl'. But that didn't make her boring…did it? Did Tara really think she was boring?

"Of course not," Tara was quick to reassure her. "you just don't have it in you to, um…to act carelessly. Which is exactly what these grownups are doing." Tara looked around at the crowd again, shaking her head in wonder. "It's just not natural…"

"Hey guys," Oz came up from behind them. His set had just finished and he'd spotted the three of them from the stage. "Attack of the grownups," he quipped, venturing at the crowd.

Oz merely stood there silently, allowing the old man to do as he wished. He was getting more and more disturbed by the second. A group of old men had replaced him and the Dingoes on stage. There were more grownups at the Bronze tonight than teenagers. And all in all he was getting a seriously bad vibe from the whole situation.

Buffy agreed. "No vampire has ever been," she pointed up towards the stage, "…that scary."

Tara chuckled for a second, but cringed as a fight broke out a few meters in front of them.

Willow sighed and motioned towards the exit. Buffy, Tara and Oz nodded in agreement and they began to head out.

"We've gotta figure out what's going on," Buffy stopped in front of a pinball machine where a woman was holding out a candy bar to her boyfriend. "This has Hellmouth fingerprints all over it."

"Hey," Snyder called out to them, suddenly noticing they'd gone. "Where are we going?"

The four teenagers purposefully ignored him as they walked out, rushing towards Joyce's Jeep.

"Wait up, you guys!" Snyder insisted, following them relentlessly. "Hey! You guys aren't trying to ditch me, are ya?"

That's the plan, Willow thought to herself as she got in the back seat with Tara, leaving the front for Oz.

"We should find Giles," Oz opened the front door and sat down. "He'll know what's going on, right?"

"Sure," Buffy pondered as she put on her seat belt. "Except, for all we know, he's sweet sixteen again."

Willow and Tara exchanged a worried look. "He's with your mom at his place," Willow supplied urgently.

Just then, Snyder moved towards the driver's side of the car and opened the door as Buffy started up the car. He wasn't about to be ditched. "I said, wait up!" he slammed the door closed and took a seat.

Tara frowned as Snyder forced her to scoot over to give him some room. "Uh, Snyder…" she appealed to Buffy.

Willow and Tara exchanged a knowing look and held back a smirk. At least Snyder was right about one thing.

"Of course," Oz agreed, craning his neck back to look at his ex. "I mean, even if he's sixteen, he's still Giles, right? He's probably a pretty together guy."

Oz couldn't help but notice the look, and furrowed his brow in confusion. What was he missing here?

"Yeah," Tara sighed in agreement, her eyes locked with Willow's. "Didn't you say he was, um...less Together Guy, more…Bad Magic Hates The World Ticking Time Bomb Guy?"

Oz sighed at this, not liking the notion. What's more, he couldn't help but feel irked that Tara knew more about this than he did. Why had Willow shared that with Tara and not with him? He quickly answered his own question, realizing yet again how strong the connection between the two girls really was.

A few minutes later, they reached an intersection. However, the guy in the Jeep opposite them was too busy unwrapping a candy bar to notice the light turn red.

Being the non-defensive driver that she was, Buffy failed to look both ways as she went through the green light. Willow however noticed the car coming for them.

Tara followed Willow's gaze and tensed up, as did Oz and Snyder. Unfortunately, Buffy slammed on the brakes too late and the other Jeep crashed straight into the left rear door and back panel, causing them to spin around in a quarter turn.

"Sorry!" the guy from the other Jeep jumped out of his car. "Gotta go!" he laughed, bolting off in the opposite direction.

With a frown, Buffy jumped out and instinctively moved to chase after him. However, she quickly realized she had more important matters to deal with, so moved to check out the dent in her mother's car instead.

"Oh God," she sighed. "Are you guys okay?" she looked up as everyone piled out of the car.

Willow and Tara instantly gravitated towards one another and linked hands, drawing comfort from each other.

Oz sighed at this. His first instinct had been to do the same. Obviously he wasn't needed anymore. With that thought he purposefully avoided Willow's gaze and began to move around the car to inspect the damage.

"Is anybody else all creeped out and trembly?" Willow took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself.

Tara smiled at Willow and nodded, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "A little," she whispered.

Willow smiled back warmly and the two of them instinctively released their own energy to comfort one another.

"Oh, Buffy," Snyder commented as he rubbed his shoulder and inspected the damage, "your mom's gonna kill you."

Buffy ignored him, choosing instead to look around the nearby park. Her Slayer senses were tingling. There were three men sitting around in the playground laughing and smoking. There was a postman sitting down reading the mail. In fact, there were grownups everywhere just hanging out, munching on chocolates, and looking as if they didn't have a care in the world.

"No grownups," Buffy explained. "No one's protecting their houses. Everyone's just…wandering."

Just then, a man came up from behind Snyder and grabbed the candy bar he'd been unwrapping.

"Hey!" Snyder protested as the man ran off. "Hey, give it!" he began to chase after him.

Willow and Tara looked at each other in concern. Buffy was right. If everyone was outside in the dark, then why weren't the vamps taking advantage of this? Why were they letting them all run free? There should be a feeding frenzy happening…

"That guy took my candy!" Snyder chose that moment to return from his chase, just in time to give Buffy an idea.

"The candy!" Buffy exclaimed, giving Willow and Tara an astonished look. "I-it's gotta be the candy! It's cursed."

"God," Willow ignored him and squeezed Tara's hand gently. "Using candy for evil!"

"Who's behind it?" Buffy questioned, grabbing Snyder and pushing him up against the nearby Jeep.

"I don't know," he protested in confusion. "It came through the school board. If you knew that crowd…" he shook his head in frustration.

"Where did it come from?" Buffy continued impatiently. She had no time for the run around. "Do you know where to get it?"

This pleased Buffy and she released him. "You guys get Xander and Cordelia," she turned towards Willow, Tara, and Oz. "Go to the library and look it up."

"Disturbing second childhood," Willow squeezed Tara's hand as they all turned to leave. "Got it."

Buffy nodded and shoved Snyder towards her mother's car. "Ratboy and I are going to the source."

As the three of them headed off towards Xander's, a sudden tension filled the air, similar to that of the previous night.

"So," Oz ventured after a while, keeping his gaze on the ground. "You guys have a good time last night?"

Willow and Tara looked at each other awkwardly. How were they meant to answer that one? With a sigh, Willow carefully let go of Tara's hand. She didn't feel too comfortable with the situation at all.

Oz knew Willow well enough by now to know when she was embarrassed. Risking a quick glance, he couldn't help but note the way both she and Tara were blushing. So, he thought to himself, something happened last night? I don't think I really wanna know this…

"How was the party?" Tara asked, politely, trying to steer the conversation away from her and Willow. She could tell what Oz must be thinking, and despite the unspoken rivalry between them, she didn't want to cause the guy any unnecessary pain.

"Like your usual frat party," Oz replied softly, still unable to look at either of them.

"Nothing weird happen?" Willow prompted as an idea hit her. "I mean…Tara sold two boxes of candy to those guys. They didn't act all reckless and…"

"Yeah," Tara smiled. "I'm glad no one was hurt though," she furrowed her brow as she thought of something. "Are your parents gonna be okay?" she asked Oz. "You said they ate a-a ton…"

Oz lifted his gaze and smiled at Tara, silently thanking her for her concern. "I'm sure they're fine. In high school both my folks were more interested in practice than in having a good time."

"Classical music," Oz explained, drawing Tara's gaze back towards him. "They still are. They're both members of the Sunnydale Symphony Orchestra. Music runs in the family. Only, we don't always agree on style," he chuckled.

Tara smiled in response. "So, is that why they bought a lot of band candy – support of the trade?"

"Yeah," Oz replied with a smirk as he recalled the moment. "And just like parents, they took the time to grill me on why I was no longer in the jazz band."

"At least you guys have parents that notice these things," Willow interjected. "Mine are never home long enough. Although," she suddenly realized, "I guess I'm glad they weren't around this time. Who knows what would've happened if they reverted back to hippie-ness. Even without evil candy, my mom's totally reckless when she gets onto a good cause. Everything's political to her. It's all about making a stand, writing a paper, proving a theory. I'm never…"

Willow paused as she noticed the bemused expressions on Oz and Tara's faces. She hadn't meant to ramble on. "Sorry," she smiled ruefully, "issues…"

Tara and Oz shared a knowing look. They both found Willow completely adorable. They looked away almost immediately though, both feeling a little awkward with the moment they were sharing. Being in love with the same person was like a double-edged sword. It bonded them together and tore them apart at the same time.

The three of them walked the rest of the way in somewhat comfortable silence. The awkwardness between them had loosened a little, but it would take a lot more than a pleasant conversation to solve the real issues they had with one another.

Besides, now wasn't the time to get into that anyway. They had more important things to worry about. Like figuring out why the grownups needed distracting.

As it turned out, their old friend Ethan Rayne, was behind the supply of evil candy. He'd made a deal with an unidentified partner to help distract the grownups so that a tribute could be made to a demon by the name of Lurconis. The tribute was made every thirty years. It was a ritual feeding, with the main course being newborn babies.

Luckily, the Scooby gang was on top of things as usual. The research team had done their job, allowing Buffy to kick some major demon ass. All things were as they should be, and after they'd gotten a call from Buffy in confirmation, they'd all said their goodbyes and left. They did have SAT's to study for after all.

Which is why Willow and Tara were now in Willow's bedroom, going over her study notes. Willow knew she should have an early night, but she couldn't resist some last minute cramming.

"Thanks again for helping," Willow looked up at Tara who was sitting cross-legged on the bed opposite her. "I'm not too worried about the maths part, but I think my verbal could use some work."

"Well," Tara grinned cheekily, "if you ask me, I'm sure you'll have no problems with your, um…oral skills…"

Willow blushed as she met Tara's gaze, and returned her grin. "You wanna help me out with a little practice?"

Willow trembled into the kiss, but pulled away before it could deepen. She really needed to study, and kissing Tara was too much of a distraction.

Tara smiled in understanding. "Right," she picked up the study aid. "I'll quiz you."

A couple of hours later, Willow decided she'd had enough studying for the night, and she and Tara were now in their sleepwear, brushing their hair as they prepared for bed.

"Hey, Will," Tara ventured as she crawled into bed. "Something's been puzzling me all night."

"What's that?" Willow asked, setting the alarm before joining her under the covers.

"He's an old friend of Giles," Willow continued by way of explanation, "back from his Ripper days. He worships chaos."

"Ah," Tara began to get the picture. "I guess he's still living in the past. Doesn't even need candy to do it."

Willow smiled as she remembered her ghostly experience. It had been a turning point for her. Helped her realize she was more than just a meek, mousy, Slayerette. She could definitely take the reins when needed. But she was more than happy to step back once Buffy had returned.

"We got turned into our costumes," Willow explained. "It was before I'd met Oz, and I was still pining away for Xander. Buffy convinced me to put on this racy outfit—mini skirt and midriff top. I still have it somewhere. Anyway, it totally wasn't me. Made me real uncomfortable, so when Buffy went to greet Xander at the door, I quickly put on the ghost costume over it. You see, we'd all gone to Ethan Rayne's costume shop to buy our outfits, and when it got dark, we all turned into our costumes. Buffy was a princess, Xander was soldier boy, and me…I was a ghost. As it turned out though, I was stuck with Buffy's costume—"

"No," Willow smiled sheepishly. "I mean the costume Buffy had picked out for me…"

"Oh," Tara grinned, "the racy outfit. You mean you walked around dressed in nothing but a short skirt and midriff top?"

Willow's blush deepened. "Anyway," she continued, suddenly feeling very shy, "since Buffy was a princess, she didn't have her Slayer power anymore, and all the kids running around—"

Willow sighed, "I, uh…well, I went to Giles for help with research, and it led us to Ethan's shop. We met Ethan there and…"

"I'm not sure what happened," Willow explained. "Giles told me to leave, and I uh…I think his Ripper side must've shown up and scared Ethan into reversing the spell or something."

"Yeah," Willow confirmed. "A short time after Halloween, Ethan showed up again. The demon they worshiped had come back to exact its hold. Every member of their group except for Ethan and Giles was killed. We managed to save the day as usual, but not before we found out about Ripper."

"Yeah," Willow agreed. "They met at college—or university as they say in England."

"And strayed to the dark side…" Tara trailed off. I hope that never happens to Willow. Or me for that matter. It's so easy to lose your way…

Tara sighed softly. "How easy it is to lose your way. Dark magick is very seductive."

"Then I'll just have to be careful not to get seduced," Willow grinned flirtatiously.

Tara smiled in response and leaned in towards Willow. She pushed aside all thoughts of dark magick as her lips met Willow's in a brief kiss.

"Hey!" Willow suddenly thought of something. "You don't think Giles and Ethan…?"

"You know," Willow grinned mischievously. "They were part of a group that worships chaos. Aren't orgies part of the deal…? You think Ethan and Giles ever…?"

Tara blushed as she realized what Willow was implying. She had a lot of respect for Giles, and imagining him in that situation made her more than a little uncomfortable. However, Willow did have a point. She'd read books about what happened in some occult circles, particularly those that worshiped dark magick.

Willow's grin widened as she took in Tara's reaction. "You think it's possible?"

Tara smiled bemusedly. "Did anyone ever tell you you've got an overactive imagination?"

"Although," Tara continued with a smirk, "it wouldn't really surprise me to find out Giles played for both teams. I'd always suspected as much…"

Willow's eyes widened in surprise. "You did? You could sense it? Like gaydar or something…?"

Tara chuckled in response. "No," she grinned. "I'm just teasing. But I'm sure there's a lot about Giles we don't know. It's always the proper ones we gotta worry about. The ones who never do anything wrong or reckless…"

"Now that you mention it," Tara grinned, "you and Giles do have a lot in common. So maybe he does swing both ways after all…"

Willow nodded and pressed a brief kiss against Tara's lips. "Gotta be ready for the SAT's."

Tara agreed, and guided Willow onto her other side so she could spoon with her. "Sweet dreams," she whispered into her ear. "And I'm sure you'll do real well tomorrow."

Willow craned her neck and gently kissed Tara's lips. "Thank you," she whispered as she settled back in Tara's arms.

Tara smiled and nuzzled her lips against Willow's neck, kissing her skin softly as they both allowed sleep to gradually take over.

The next morning, Tara woke up, glanced at the clock, and turned Willow's alarm off. There was still a couple of hours till Willow had to get up, so she decided to treat her to a nice healthy breakfast in preparation for her upcoming SAT's.

She had a brief shower and changed into the pair of loose jeans she'd worn yesterday, and one of Willow's multi colored t-shirts. There was a really cute picture of a teddy bear on the front, and Tara was sure Willow wouldn't mind if she borrowed it.

With a quick glance at herself in the mirror, Tara was pleased to note that the two hickeys on her neck had almost faded away. Unlike yesterday, a few dabs of liquid foundation, topped off with some powder, was enough to satisfactorily cover up what was left of the evidence.

Once she was finished in the bathroom, Tara quietly made her way down towards the kitchen to make them both some breakfast. Half an hour later, there was a large stack of pancakes in the middle of the table, along with two glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice, a pile of buttered toast, and a frying pan full of scrambled eggs. And thanks to Mr and Mrs Rosenberg's espresso machine, there was also two steaming hot cups of homemade mochas, just waiting to be enjoyed.

Tara smiled down at her handiwork and picked up her own mocha. She needed some way of enticing Willow down the stairs.

Willow blinked her eyes as she felt Tara's lips pull away from hers. She looked up to see Tara smiling down at her adoringly. "Morning," she smiled back.

Willow frowned as she took in the scent of freshly brewed coffee and chocolate. "Where's mine?" she pouted.

Tara grinned and took another sip. "Downstairs," she pointed. "I figured that was the only way to get you down there. You always take forever to get out of bed in the morning."

"Not always," Willow sat up in protest. "Just…" she paused at Tara's knowing look. "Well, okay, sometimes," she relented. "Guess I'm not a morning person."

Tara smiled and pressed a soft kiss against Willow's cheek, before getting up off the bed. "Come, on," she extended her hand, "you don't wanna miss the SAT's."

Tara reached out and grasped Willow's hand. "Relax," she soothed as they headed down the stairs. "You've got plenty of time. But not if you stay in bed."

"Oh," Willow smiled warmly and rubbed her eyes groggily. Tara was right about one thing. She did have a hard time waking up in the morning.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs, the unmistakable aroma of scrambled eggs, fresh toast and pancakes was overpowering.

"You're the best," Willow wrapped her arms around Tara and pressed a tender kiss against her cheek. "Thank you," she whispered, moving to kiss her lips.

Tara shivered and moved her free hand up into Willow's hair. She opened her lips and eagerly accepted Willow's tongue.

Willow trembled in response and tightened her hold on Tara. She was so lucky to have her. She didn't deserve someone as wonderful as Tara.

After a moment, Tara released Willow's tongue and pulled away. She looked deep into her eyes and did her best to steady her breathing. "Breakfast," she pointed huskily.

"Right," Willow agreed, resisting the urge to recapture Tara's lips. Instead, she lifted her right hand to Tara's cheek instead, and gently caressed her for a brief moment, before taking a seat at the table.

The two girls were just finishing the last of their breakfast, when they heard a knock on the front door.

Tara stood up and smiled down at her friend. "I'll get it," she offered graciously, seeing as how Willow wasn't really dressed for company. "You go get ready, and I'll tell whoever it is that you'll be down soon. Okay?"

"Okay," Willow agreed. She stood up and gave Tara a quick peck on the lips before heading up the stairs.

Tara smiled as she watched Willow disappear, thinking how domestic the whole scene was. She couldn't help imagining what it would be like to really share a house with Willow…

With a shake of the head, Tara turned around and headed for the front door. There was no use living in a fantasy world.

That didn't curb the huge grin on her face though. In fact, she didn't think that anything could ruin the good mood she was in right now.

She couldn't help feeling disgruntled by his presence. Once again, Oz was intruding into her and Willow's world. Well, okay, so it wasn't really fair of her to be thinking like that, but she couldn't help herself.

"Hey," Oz ventured nervously, surprised to find Tara and not Willow standing before him.

He looked at the ground uncomfortably, wondering what Tara was doing here. He'd known that something had happened between Willow and Tara the other night, and a part of him was getting scared. In fact, that's why he'd decided to come here in the first place. He figured it might help his case to remind Willow that Tara wasn't the only one who cared for her.

Willow had to figure out for herself who she was, but he wasn't gonna sit around and let Tara do all the influencing. Not that Tara was the type to use undue influence. He knew Tara was a good person. But where love was concerned – all was fair. At least that's how the saying went.

If Willow realized she was gay and wanted to be with Tara, then he would have no choice but to step aside. However, he wasn't gonna go down without a fight.

Taking a deep breath, Oz lifted his head and purposefully met Tara's gaze. "I, uh…came to see if Willow wanted a lift. SAT's…"

"Oh," Tara smiled weakly. "Um…you, uh…w-w-wanna come inside?" she stepped aside graciously.

"Thanks," Oz took her up on her offer and headed straight for the living room couch as Tara closed the door behind him.

"Willow's just getting ready," Tara explained, taking a seat on the nearby armchair. "She shouldn't be too long."

Tara smiled shyly and looked away. She wasn't used to being so confused about someone. On the one hand, she admired Oz, but on the other, he was her rival. And jealous rivalry was one emotion she didn't particularly care for.

"You help her cram?" Oz ventured after a moment, hoping to discover the real reason behind Tara's presence.

They met each other's eyes and shared a look, but quickly glanced away in discomfort. Once again their love for Willow was bringing them closer together, while at the same time increasing the wedge between them.

They continued to sit there in silence, unsure of what to say to one another. They were both quiet by nature, and that made small talk between them even more difficult.

A few minutes later, that's how Willow found them—sitting in complete silence, staring awkwardly at the floor.

She was surprised to find Oz in her living room, but wasn't surprised by the awkwardness. She was glad however that she'd had the foresight to cover up her hickeys before coming downstairs. She could just imagine Oz's reaction if she hadn't.

Oz and Tara immediately stood up, feeling eternally grateful for the reprieve of awkwardness.

"Oh," Willow's grin widened as she met his gaze. "That'd be great. You sure it's no problem?"

"It's cool," he responded warmly. "I can drop you back at the dorms as well if you like," he turned towards Tara.

Tara smiled at his consideration. "Thank you," she said softly. Despite the rivalry between them, she could do nothing to fault his manners. Oz was definitely a gentleman, and they were a rare breed in this day and age.

Willow looked at Tara and then back at Oz. "Let me just get my pencil case and we can go."

With that, Willow disappeared upstairs to grab her stuff, while Tara and Oz headed outside towards his van.

When they arrived at the public testing center, it didn't take them long to locate Buffy, Xander and Cordelia, who were all standing outside, waiting for the doors to open.

"Hey," Xander waved them over. "You two decide to take em again? he questioned Oz and Tara.

"Well, if you wanna sit in for me…" Xander posed with a grin and leaned in towards Oz in a conspiratorial fashion. "We can work out the terms of payment later," he whispered.

"Come on," Cordelia pulled on Xander's sleeve. "They've opened the doors," she pointed.

"Guess this is it," Buffy grimaced. "You think Demon Slayage is a valid reason for special consideration?"

"Thanks," Buffy acknowledged, before turning around and following Xander and Cordelia into the testing center.

With the Scoobies gone, Tara turned her gaze towards Willow and took a few steps towards her. She wasn't sure how comfortable Willow would be with a public display of affection, but she couldn't let her go in without a kiss for good luck. With a quick glance around, she noted that the only one paying any attention to her and Willow was Oz.

Nevertheless, as she took Willow's hands in her own, she paused before making a move. She looked into her eyes questioningly, silently asking for permission. What they had was very tentative and she didn't wanna cause Willow any unwanted embarrassment. Not when the girl was about to go into the SAT's.

Willow met Tara's gaze and smiled. She couldn't help but be grateful for Tara's consideration. Glancing around, Willow came to the same realization as Tara. The only one who'd even notice was Oz.

But, was she comfortable letting Tara kiss her with Oz present? Although, knowing Tara, she would probably keep the kiss chaste. She wouldn't do anything to purposefully embarrass her or upset Oz. That kind of behavior wasn't in her nature. But still, what if someone else saw them…?

Tara could sense the turmoil going on inside Willow. The girl was taking her sweet time in figuring out what she wanted, so Tara decided to end the struggle for her.

With an adoring smile, she let go of Willow's hands and lifted her right hand to Willow's cheek. "Good luck," she whispered into her right ear, before pressing a very brief chaste kiss against her cheek, softly caressing her left cheekbone with her hand.

Willow's heart was pounding as Tara kissed her cheek. She hated herself for her own indecision. Why couldn't she have given Tara the go-ahead for a real kiss? Why was she such a coward? And what had she done to deserve someone as considerate as Tara? In the instant that those thoughts ran through her head, Willow made up her mind.

As Tara began to move her lips away from her cheek, Willow turned her head just enough so that their lips could meet.

Tara stopped in her tracks when she felt Willow's lips against hers, and the girl's hands move up to cup her face. The kiss was over almost as abruptly as it had begun, but as Willow pulled away, Tara knew how big a deal this was for her, and it made the kiss more powerful for her than any they'd shared before.

Tara smiled warmly in response, finding it difficult to speak. Willow still had a long way to go, but this was an awesome first step in accepting her sexuality.

Oz watched the display with increasing discomfort. He'd gallantly set Willow free the other week, but not without a slim hope that she'd come back to him. However, witnessing the ever-increasing affection between Willow and Tara, had given him a lot to think about these past few days. Which is why he'd come over to Willow's this morning to make his last pitch.

But after what he'd just witnessed, he couldn't help but feel he was playing a losing game. However, that wasn't gonna stop him from sticking around for the final innings. Until Willow came out and officially announced that Tara was her girlfriend, he'd continue to remain hopeful. His love for Willow would allow him to do nothing less.

Willow eventually remembered she wasn't alone with Tara, and turned to face Oz somewhat guiltily.

Oz smiled at her in reassurance, not wanting her to feel bad about her actions. It was hard enough for her to come to terms with her sexuality, and she didn't need him to make it harder for her.

"Good luck Will," he took a step towards her and pressed a quick kiss against her cheek.

Willow smiled at her ex warmly, glad to see he wasn't upset with her. "Thanks Oz."

"Thanks," Willow acknowledged both Tara and Oz, before turning around and joining her fellow seniors.

Tara nodded and they both began to walk towards his van in silence. Once they'd reached his car, Oz graciously unlocked the passenger side first, before going over to the driver's side.

Tara nodded her thanks, and as she got inside, she leaned over and unlocked the driver's side for Oz. If Oz was gonna play the gentleman, then so was she. In a manner of speaking. Oz wasn't the only one with good manners.

They drove in silence for a few minutes, until Oz finally spoke up. Things couldn't go on the way they were.

Tara turned to face Oz. Her first instinct was to refuse, but she quickly realized that this wasn't really about coffee. They needed to talk. "Okay," she smiled.

Oz smiled back, pleased with her response. A minute later he pulled up outside the Espresso Pump.

Tara smiled her thanks as Oz set down two extra large cups of mochas. He took a seat opposite her at the table, and the two of them looked at their cups awkwardly, simultaneously lifting them up to their lips for a quick sip.

A second later they both chuckled nervously. Small talk wasn't really their thing. They met each other's eyes and smiled weakly.

"I'm sorry," Tara was the first to speak, deciding to cut straight to the chase. She knew what Oz wanted to talk about, and there was no use avoiding the issue any longer.

"About what?" Oz inquired, sensing the apology wasn't for their inane conversation.

Tara sighed and took another sip, stalling for as long as she could. "I, uh…I n-n-never meant to-to h-h-hurt you…come between you and Willow…"

Oz nodded in response. "I know you didn't," he said softly. "I don't blame you. Not really. I've had a lot of time to think, and I…I just don't want her to forget about me…you're not the only one who—"

A light flashed in Tara's mind as she realized what Oz meant. "You th-think we're spending too much t-t-time together…?"

"Not exactly," he sighed. "I…I know Will's going through a lot, and I'm not the best one to help, but…but I still wanna be a part of her life…"

"A-are you asking me to see l-l-less of her?" Tara couldn't believe what she was hearing.

Oz shook his head vehemently. She'd gotten it all wrong. "That's not what I meant," he clarified. "You make Willow happy—anyone can see that. I just don't wanna be left out. Will's got a lot to deal with, and I wanna be around for her. I want the chance to spend time with her, too."

Tara frowned as she pondered his words. "You w-w-wanna share her…split her up?" she giggled as an idea hit her. "I have her on Mondays Wednesdays and F-F-Fridays, and you get her Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays…and S-S-Sundays she's a free agent…?"

Oz chuckled at Tara's attempt at humor. "Not quite," he smiled. "But something like that. I'll be honest with you Tara. When Will first told me about what happened, a part of me blamed you for everything. But I've thought a lot about things, and I've come to realize it's not really anyone's fault. It's just the way things are. I don't hate you or blame you. In fact, I uh…I want the two of us to be friends. For Willow's sake, but also for our own."

Tara smiled at this. She was quickly beginning to understand his meaning. In fact, she could totally relate to his line of thinking. One of them was gonna be left in the cold once Willow sorted out her own mind. And Oz, just like herself, wanted to remain a part of Willow's life regardless of the context. And he was right, it would be a lot easier for that to happen if they became friends.

Oz nodded and smiled. "That's kinda what I had in mind. Maybe go see a movie, hang out at the Bronze, have a video night, whatever…?"

Oz sipped his mocha, his mood turning more serious. "Tara," he ventured hesitantly, "I…"

"I know this is none of my business, but…does she know you're in love with her?"

Tara exhaled sharply. Of all the things she'd thought he'd ask, this was one issue she hadn't even imagined would come up.

"I, uh…I-I-I haven't told her," she said softly, not meeting his gaze. "I didn't w-w-wanna put any pressure on her. She has to f-figure out what she wants. I don't w–w-w-want her to feel o-o-obligated to me…influence her de-decision."

Oz looked at Tara guiltily. He hadn't had the same restraint. "You're a stronger person than I am," he admitted wryly. "To be honest, I'd have thought that was the first thing you would've said to her. I know I did…"

Tara smiled at Oz affectionately. "You were her b-boyfriend," she reminded him. "That gave you every r-r-right…"

He shrugged unconvincingly. "I guess," he sighed. "It's just…I'm way out of my league here. I gotta be honest with you Tara. If you were a guy, I'd know exactly what to do. But this whole…it's not easy when you don't even know what you're competing with. Not that we're competing. It's Willow's decision after all. But I don't wanna lose her. And I know you don't either…"

Oz paused and met Tara's gaze. He looked deep into her eyes expecting to see anger or hatred, but all he felt was her compassion. The girl was actually relating to him.

"It's okay," Tara smiled in reassurance. "It m-must be hard for you—keeping it all in. You haven't been able to talk to anyone have you?"

Oz sighed again and took a sip of his coffee. "It's not like I can go to Devon about this. And I wouldn't wanna break Will's confidence by letting any of the Scoobies know. Besides, Will's the one who's going through all these changes…"

"I'm sorry Oz," Tara reached out and touched his hand briefly. "I n-never meant for this to hap-happen. I mean, I felt a c-c-connection from the beginning, but I never l-l-let her know how I felt. I never did a-a-anything t-t-to—"

"I know," Oz reassured. "And like I said, I don't blame you. I just don't know what to do here. I wanna be her friend, but I wanna be more than that too. But I don't wanna push her either. And I can see you make her happy. Maybe it's for the best," he sighed. "At least this way I don't have to worry about the Wolf hurting her…"

Tara reached out and briefly touched his arm. "We all have evil—some m-more than others. Life is about d-dealing with it. And when you l-l-love someone, you take them as they are—good and bad."

Oz smiled in agreement. "But you also want what's best for them. Maybe I've just been fooling myself. Will might be better off with someone who doesn't have a demon inside them…"

Tara looked away in discomfort. She knew all too well how Oz felt. He wasn't the only one who had evil inside him…and a part of her couldn't help but agree with him. Maybe Will might be better off without either of them…

But life was never that cut and dry. Just like Oz, she too was selfish when it came to Willow. And she couldn't help but hope that the evil inside her could be contained. She might want what's best for Willow, but she also wanted what was best for herself as well.

"I guess this whole situation is p-pretty unusual," she smiled wryly. "But then again, living on the Hellmouth can do that…"

"You're not a bad person Oz," Tara conceded softly. "I can see why Will cares for you."

"Ditto," Oz smiled, before taking another sip of his mocha. "What say we head over to the Bronze, shoot a bit of pool, wait around till she's finished…?" He'd had enough meaningful conversations for one day.

"All right," Tara smiled in agreement. She too felt like lightening the mood. "But I'm not too g-good at pool…"

That afternoon, the Scoobies exited the testing center wearily. Buffy left almost immediately to go find Faith so they could train and patrol. Cordy then decided to drag Xander off to the movies with her, leaving Willow to her own devices. She wasn't alone for long though. Less than a minute went by, before she was met by Oz and Tara, both of whom were in a very jovial mood.

They had spent the better half of the day playing pool and hanging out at the Bronze. After their first game of pool, the two of them had relaxed with one another quite significantly. They'd put aside their rivalries and focused on the game at hand. What's more, once they'd gotten to talking, they'd realized they had quite a lot in common as well.

They'd steered away from talking about Willow, so the subjects of music, philosophy, pop culture, and other various matters had been raised. Surprisingly enough, they actually shared similar views in a lot of these areas.

Being a musician, Oz had a very wide range of musical tastes, and he'd been surprised that Tara actually knew of some of the more obscure bands he listened too. It was more than he'd been able to say about Willow. In fact, he was also surprised to find out that just like him, Tara used music as an escape when she was upset. Whereas he played guitar, she sang. He'd even suggested a jam session, but Tara had quickly refused. She wasn't one for singing in public. Even if that public included only one member.

All in all, they'd left the Bronze that afternoon with a deeper understanding of one another. They were alike in so many ways, and if they'd met under any other circumstances, they probably would've become fast friends. So, it was only fair that they gave each other a chance now.

After all, good friends were hard to come by. And just because they were in love with the same person, it didn't mean that they should harbor resentment towards one another. Besides, it wasn't in either of their natures to be resentful. There were just some things in life that couldn't be avoided or changed. And neither of them blamed each other for their situation. It was beyond their control.

"You two seem awfully chummy," Willow observed with a frown. Oz had leaned over and said something to Tara, causing them both to start chuckling as they headed towards her.

She couldn't help feeling perplexed with the whole situation. What's going on here? Have I missed something? Since when are Oz and Tara friends? Is there something I should know about? What happened today?

"Hey Will," Tara met her gaze. "Oz was just telling me about what happened at a gig the other week."

Willow's gaze alternated from Tara to Oz, still not following. "You hung out? Together…alone…?" she questioned. "Since when do you hang out?"

"I miss you Will," he said softly. "I miss hanging out. And I know things are confusing for you right now, but I still wanna be a part of your life."

"So we figured it wouldn't hurt to get to know each other," Oz finished up. "Make things easier in the long run."

"Friends…" Willow frowned, finally getting the picture. She wasn't too sure how she felt about this.

Her ex-boyfriend, and her potential girlfriend becoming friends, now that was one for the history books. It had threesome written all over it. Willow quickly put that thought out of her head. Mind out of the gutter, she reminded herself. Besides, the three of them hanging out as friends had definite possibilities.

She did miss Oz. And she was still uncertain as to what she wanted. Maybe hanging out with both of them would help make things clearer. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more the idea appealed to her. She'd be getting the best of both worlds.

Tara and Oz turned to look at each other and smiled. They'd noticed the changing expressions on Willow's face, and could tell she was warming to their idea.

"You wanna hang out," Willow ventured, seeking clarification, "the three of us…together?"

With that, the three of them headed towards Oz's van, wondering what on earth they were getting themselves into.

As they entered the movie theatre, Willow sighed. There were huge lines everywhere—Saturday afternoon rush and all. However, as she took the time to look around, she noticed Xander and Cordy at the top quarter of the ticket queue.

"Over here," Xander called out, spotting them at the same time as Willow had. He was surprised to see them here, but pleased nevertheless.

"Isn't that the movie with a threesome?" Tara questioned with a smirk. She'd heard some of her classmates talking about it, and it had definitely peaked her interest.

Cordelia rolled her eyes. "The only reason I agreed to see it was cos Matt Dillon's in it. But seeing as you're into that kinda stuff," she turned to face Tara, "you'll probably like it. I heard there's some good girl on girl action—"

"What are you implying?" Willow interrupted defensively. "You think just cos someone's gay, that they'll only watch a movie if there's—"

Cordelia took a step back indignantly. "And who made you Ms PC?" she interjected. "All I meant, was that a lesbo might enjoy watching—"

"It's okay, Will," Tara reached for her hand. "Besides," she giggled to lighten the mood, "she's kinda right. I do enjoy a film with good girl on girl action."

Willow smiled at Tara sheepishly. She'd overreacted to Cordelia's comment, and was grateful for the reality check. If she wasn't careful, her own indignation could unintentionally reveal her secret.

"It's settled then," Xander glanced at Oz with a conspiratorial grin. "Juicy girl on girl action, and Mat Dillon-y goodness. A bit of fun for everyone."

Oz looked at Xander in resignation. He wasn't too sure if Wild Things was the right movie for them to watch under the circumstances, but it would look too suspicious if he objected. Besides, it was just a movie…threesome or no.

Willow and Tara looked at each other, their thoughts similar to those running through Oz's head. However, it was too late to protest. They were at the front of the queue now and Xander and Oz were already getting out their wallets to buy tickets for all of them.

"I'll get the drinks and popcorn," Willow offered, seeing as how Oz had offered to pay for both her and Tara's tickets.

Willow and Tara left the ticket queue and headed towards the refreshment stand with Xander. As usual he was expected to pay for everything. The things he had to go through to date Cordelia…

A few minutes later, the five of them sat down in the back row, popcorn and sodas in hand. Cordelia sat at the end, with Xander next to her. Oz took a seat next to Xander, with Willow beside him, and Tara holding up the other end next to Willow.

As they settled back in their seats to watch the previews, Willow couldn't help but find their situation somewhat ironic. Here she was, sitting in a darkened cinema, with her ex-boyfriend on her left, and her potential girlfriend on her right, about to watch a movie with a prominent threesome in it. Oh no, her life couldn't be any more complicated…

The movie started out innocently enough, but pretty soon the first twist in the plotline revealed itself, and Willow found herself utterly hooked. She was enjoying the subtle interactions between the characters, the way no one was as they seemed. And even though she was more than a little turned on by the sex scenes, she still remained focused on the story and couldn't wait to find out what was gonna happen next.

"Wow," she sighed as the final credits began to roll. "That last scene…what a way to turn it all around. I think for once you actually made a good choice Xander."

"Right," Cordelia agreed as they began to pile out of the cinema. "Never underestimate a woman when it comes to money."

Xander gave Tara a huge grin. "You know what? You'd make a good couple. You and Neve Campbell ever get together, let me know…"

Xander sighed resignedly. "Fine. How bout the Bronze? They're having a special on Buffalo wings. Heard they're real good."

"Buffalo wings?" Cordelia frowned. "I was thinking more like Pasta Alfredo, or—"

"Buffalo wings," Xander interjected. "Unless you wanna pay? I'm pretty much tapped out after the movie."

Since it was her palette at stake, Cordelia decided she'd have no other choice but to pay. "Fine," she sighed. "Pasta it is."

"Seriously?" Xander grinned. "You're the bestest girlfriend ever," he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pressed a quick kiss against her cheek.

Xander smiled back and kissed her again, this time meeting her lips with his own.

"I'll be back," Oz nodded towards the bathroom as Xander and Cordelia continued kissing—oblivious to the world around them.

"Okay," Willow smiled, before turning to face Tara. "So," she smiled mischievously, "you thought Neve Campbell was hot?"

Willow smiled, finding Tara's embarrassment adorable. "Don't tell me you have a crush on Neve Campbell?" she teased.

"It's okay," Willow chuckled, lacing her fingers with Tara's. "I can see why you'd like her," she leaned in to whisper in Tara's ear. "She's got some cleavage. But if you ask me, I think yours is sexier."

Tara's blush deepened and she pulled her head back in surprise. She couldn't believe Willow had said that. In public no less. Okay, so she'd whispered it, but still… And how long has Willow been noticing my cleavage…?

Willow smiled back cheekily. The movie had definitely gotten her riled up. And right now, all she wanted to do was get Tara home. Watching all that girl on girl action had put her in a very sensual mood. And if she played her cards right, who knows, Tara might even let her touch …

"Where's Oz?" Xander interrupted her thoughts, having just pulled away from Cordelia.

"Bathroom," Willow replied. "But you guys go on ahead. I don't think we'll be joining you for dinner," she glanced at Tara coyly.

Xander accepted her answer at face value. "Okay," he smiled. "We'll see you later."

"Left for dinner," Willow explained. "I told them to go on ahead. In fact, if you don't mind, I kinda wanna head off home…"

"Not a problem," Oz smiled agreeably, doing his best to sound nonchalant. He'd seen the way Willow was looking at Tara, and after the movie, he had a pretty good idea of what was probably going on in her mind.

As he pulled up outside Willow's house, Oz turned off the ignition and stepped out of the van. He escorted the two girls up to the door in silence. He knew that the only one getting an invitation inside, and possibly staying the night, was Tara. And he didn't really feel too pleased about that.

However, a part of him realized that right now, Willow needed to explore that side of her sexuality, and Tara was the only one who could help her. Unfortunately, that knowledge didn't make the situation any easier for him. But being the person that he was, he could do nothing but step aside and let it happen.

Which is why he was now awkwardly gazing at the floor, as Willow unlocked the front door. He didn't exactly want to leave, but he knew he couldn't stick around either. What was he gonna do?

Tara looked at Oz with sympathy. She knew what Oz must be thinking. It was one thing to suggest the three of them hang out together, but quite another to actually follow through with the plan. What made Tara feel doubly worse was that she genuinely liked Oz.

Oz finally broke the awkward silence. "I guess I'll call it a night," he reached a hand towards Tara. "It's been fun…"

"Yeah," Tara smiled as she grasped his hand and squeezed it gently. "I'm glad we t-t-talked."

"Me too," Oz agreed, and on impulse leaned in and pressed a quick kiss against her cheek. "Night Tara," he said as he pulled away and let go of her hand.

Tara smiled shyly at the young man, feeling more than a little surprised by his actions. "Night Oz."

Willow couldn't believe what she was seeing. Oz just kissed Tara's cheek. Oh my God, Oz kissed Tara's cheek. That was…that was…gods that was just so sweet of him. I can't believe they're really friends. Oz and Tara…who'd've thought?

Willow knew that the two of them had reached an understanding today, but seeing Oz plant a friendly kiss on Tara's cheek made it seem all the more real. She didn't know quite what to make of it. She was lucky to have such an understanding ex-boyfriend.

However, the fact that they got along, did not make the situation any easier. Willow knew that. She knew that ultimately it was down to her. She had a great deal of responsibility on her shoulders, and she had to tread very carefully. Whatever happened, she had to make sure that no one got hurt—be it Tara or Oz.

Oz turned towards Willow, whose mouth was still slightly open. He didn't blame her for being surprised. He hadn't known himself what he was gonna do until he'd actually done it. He'd simply wanted to show Tara that there weren't any hard feelings on his part.

As he pulled away, Willow lifted her hands to his cheeks and stopped him. She knew how hard this must be on him, and his gesture of friendship towards Tara meant a lot to her. So, without further ado, she gently pressed her lips against his in a brief kiss. It was her way of showing him that she still cared, that she hadn't forgotten about him, and that she appreciated his friendship and support.

Oz was overwhelmed by Willow's actions. A part of him knew the kiss was just a consolation prize, but the dreamer in him held onto it like a ray of hope. Whatever happened, he now knew that he wasn't gonna be tossed out of her life.

With that thought, he flashed her a warm smile, before turning around and heading off to his van. He no longer minded so much—leaving Willow and Tara alone. After all, he wasn't completely out of the game anymore. At least according to the kiss he'd just gotten.

Tara watched Oz leave with mixed feelings. Seeing Willow kiss Oz had left her feeling more than a little disgruntled. However, she realized why the girl had done it. And she couldn't really blame her. It was the least he deserved. But that didn't mean she had to like it. With a sigh, she stepped through the front door and made a beeline for the couch.

Willow turned around as Tara disappeared inside. Closing the door and locking it behind her, she let out a sigh of her own. She realized what Tara had seen, and the effect it was obviously having on her.

Stepping into the living room, Willow looked down at Tara hesitantly. The girl was sitting on the edge of the couch with an unreadable expression on her face.

"Of course it is," Tara insisted, resting her hand on top of Willow's. "You have the right to kiss anyone you want. Besides," she chuckled weakly, "It's not like I haven't seen you kiss Oz before. I've gotten used to it. I've learned to deal…"

Willow's eyes widened as a realization dawned on her. Oh God, what have I put her through all these months? How long has she had feelings for me? She's seen me kiss Oz so many times. No wonder she always acted kinda awkward—why I sensed those energy changes. Gods, I've been so blind. Why didn't I realize this sooner? And I thought Xander was dense…

"Oh God, Tara, I'm so sorry," Willow searched Tara's eyes desperately. "I never realized—"

Tara frowned in puzzlement, not quite following Willow's over the top reaction. "Really," she insisted with a smile. "It's okay. I don't mind you kissing Oz. I know why you did it…it's okay…"

"You had feelings for me," she stated very gently, her voice barely above a whisper, "before the fluke? While I was still with Oz?"

"I'm so sorry Tara," Willow insisted, moving her free hand up to Tara's cheek. "It must've been hard…?"

Tara shook her head as she blinked away a tear, overwhelmed by the girl's compassion.

"Will," Tara met her gaze with a smile. "The moment I met you, I knew you were special—but you had a boyfriend. You weren't gay. I knew that. And I was totally okay with it. But yeah, I had feelings for you. And seeing you with Oz…it wasn't always easy…"

Willow was still in a daze over Tara's long-term unrequited crush. She, more than anyone, knew what it was like to be in that situation. She hated herself for being so Xander-like'. Well, at least she'd eventually come to her senses. And that was something Xander had never done.

"I can't believe I was so blind," Willow sighed, not taking her eyes off Tara's. "What you must've gone through …"

Willow wasn't having any of that though. She felt entirely guilt ridden over her blindness. She'd done the same thing to Tara as Xander had done to her. And she'd always sworn she'd never be so dense as to hurt someone like that.

"Oh Tara," Willow buried her head in the crook of Tara's neck and moved her hands around her back. "I'm so sorry," she mumbled, "I'm so sorry."

Tara moved a hand to gently stroke Willow's hair. "Hey," she whispered soothingly, "it's okay Sweetie, it's okay."

Willow's heart skipped a beat in response to Tara's endearment. She liked being called Sweetie'. It felt right somehow. "I'm really sorry Tara," she insisted.

"Uh huh," Tara placed a soft kiss against Willow's hair. "Besides, it's in the past. Nothing you can do to change it now."

"But I can make it up to you," Willow pulled away in realization. "Let me make it up to you," she stated softly, meeting Tara's gaze with resolve.

Tara smiled flirtatiously at Willow, following her train of thought. "What did you have in mind?"

She knew exactly what Willow was suggesting, and right now, she wasn't gonna do anything to refuse. Especially as a part of her wanted to make Willow forget all about that kiss she'd just given Oz. She wanted her lips and her name to be on Willow's mind as she fell asleep tonight…

Willow opened her mouth to respond, but Tara silenced her with a kiss. She was gonna take control of the situation. If Willow wanted to make things up to her, then she could start by erasing Oz from her senses, and replacing him with her'. And Tara herself was gonna make sure she did everything she could to help that along.

Willow reached up with her hands and wrapped her fingers around Tara's hair, as the girl's tongue sought entrance into her mouth. She met it eagerly. Whatever Tara wanted, she would give. After all, the woman before her deserved it. Besides, she liked Take Control Tara. She was very, very sexy…

Tara was pleased with her ready acceptance, and with determination, she swirled her tongue around Willow's in an attempt to incite them both. Feeling Willow's tongue against hers was enough to cause her whole body to yearn for more, but the night was still young, and there was plenty of time.

Right now, Tara wanted to tease Willow a little. She wanted the girl to need her so badly, that there'd be no room in her mind for anyone else. This is why she moved her hands to cup Willow's face, as she continued to play with her tongue. She was purposefully keeping the contact between them agonizingly chaste.

Willow tightened her grip on Tara's hair as the girl's tongue continued to tease her own. For some reason, Tara was not allowing her a satisfying taste, but kept touching and tasting in continued bursts.

"Mmmm," Willow moaned in frustration, as Tara's tongue continued to elude her. Why was the girl teasing her? What was her game?

Tara smirked against Willow's lips. Her plan was working. I guess I'll give in, she thought to herself, well, only for a second…

Willow sighed in satisfaction when she was finally given leave to suckle on Tara's tongue. This is what she wanted—what she'd had in mind. There was nothing on this earth that tasted sweeter than Tara-tongue. Well, except for maybe Tara-breasts, which she had yet to sample. Speaking of which, there was one other thing she had yet to taste, and she couldn't help but wonder what the girl's essence would feel like against her tongue.

This brought an immediate shudder to course down her body and finish up between her legs. Her own essence pooled up at the very thought of Tara's, almost as if it was calling out to be sampled as well. It was amazing how quickly Tara always managed to get a reaction out of her. She never got this wet this fast when Oz kissed her. And for all intents and purposes, this kiss was still relatively chaste.

Tara shivered as well, her body instinctively responding to Willow's. Besides, the gentle pressure of Willow's warm, wet mouth around her tongue had an effect all on its own. She couldn't help but think of it as a preview to another type of kiss.

That thought proved too much for Tara and the aching between her thighs doubled. If she were to remain in control of the situation, she'd have to pull away now. Mustering all her restraint, Tara tightened her grip on Willow's cheeks, and swiftly guided the girl's lips away from hers.

Willow was surprised by the sudden lack of Tara-tongue in her mouth. "Mmmm," she protested, not bothering to open her eyes as she leaned in to recapture the girl's lips.

Tara held her firm though, forcing her own eyes open as she attempted to steady her breathing. She had to give herself some time to regain her composure. She couldn't go on as she was—not if she wanted to stick with her plan.

Willow blinked her eyes open in frustration. "Hey—" she moved to protest, but was silenced by Tara's lips. The girl captured her bottom lip briefly, nipping on it gently before pulling away. Once again, Willow's eyes fluttered open, but didn't remain that way for long, as she quickly felt Tara's lips returning to hers.

The girl continued to tease her in that manner for quite some time. She'd lean in, suckle and nip at her lips, and then move away just as she was beginning to enjoy herself.

Willow didn't know how much more of this she could take. Tara had honed the act of teasing to a tee, and Willow was now utterly at her mercy. Right now she would do anything the girl wanted—no matter what.

Sensing this, Tara pulled away with a new purpose. "Kiss me," she demanded huskily. Willow instantly leaned in to comply.

"No," Tara pulled away and leaned her neck back. "Here," she pressed a finger between her collarbones, where her neck met her chest. "Kiss me here," she said breathlessly. "Taste me…"

Willow's gaze fell on Tara's chest, her breathing heavy. She watched as Tara's finger moved away from her chest and the girl's hands returned to cup her cheeks. Her mind was utterly blank. All she could think about was pleasing Tara—giving the girl what she wanted.

With that, Willow exhaled softly, and breathed in heartily, before closing her eyes and pressing her lips against Tara's chest. She moved her hands around Tara's waist and brought her body closer to hers for better access.

Tara shuddered, "Oh," she sighed, moving her hands up to Willow's hair and gripping her gently. "Willow," she sighed again, as the girl lifted her lips and pressed another kiss against her skin. She'd opened her mouth a little this time, and briefly made contact with her tongue. "Taste," Tara prompted softly, wanting more than just brief contact.

She wanted her scent and her taste to be ingrained in Willow's mind. She wasn't gonna go so far as to ask Willow to drink from the fount, but she wanted to leave a distinct impression nevertheless. This wasn't something she consciously wanted however. It was more instinctual..

Willow did as she was told, and extended her tongue out tentatively. She ran it around Tara's skin in a slow circle. She'd tasted Tara for the first time the other night, and just like then, she couldn't get enough.

All her senses were in overdrive. She could smell the lingering essence of Tara's perfume, coupled with the unmistakable muskiness that was filling the room. Top that off with the uniquely tangy flavor of Tara's skin, and Willow was in Tara-heaven. She wanted more however, so she began to suckle as well as taste.

"Oh Gods," Tara moaned, guiding Willow away from her. She didn't want a repeat of the other night. Before Willow could protest, she captured the girl's lips and thrust her tongue into her mouth.

Willow moaned into the kiss and allowed Tara to taste her own saltiness on her tongue. When Tara began to explore the inside of her mouth, she moved her hands up from her waist and slipped them underneath her shirt. She wanted to feel the smooth softness of the girl's back under her fingertips.

Willow opened her eyes in puzzlement, but stilled her movement nevertheless. Why won't she let me touch her? She's never complained before?

Breathing heavily, Willow kept her mouth slightly open as she complied. "What—?"

Yet again, Tara prevented Willow from speaking. She was in charge here. With that, she grasped Willow's hands with her own and covered the girl's lips. "Touch me," she instructed against Willow's mouth.

Tara answered her unspoken question by guiding her hands to her belly. "I know what you want," she explained, pulling away so as to taste Willow's bottom lip.

With her hands pressed gently against Willow's, Tara slowly guided them upwards. "This," she nipped playfully at her lip. "This is what you want," she stopped her hands just before they reached the underside of her breasts. "Isn't it?"

Willow opened her eyes and looked down at where her hands were resting. Tara had chosen to wear her shirt today. She hadn't complained though, seeing as how it was about one or two sizes too small for her, and caused her breasts to be displayed quite enticingly within its confines.

She hadn't been able to get that image of Tara's breasts out of her head all day. And she couldn't believe Tara was actually offering to fulfill one of her daydreams. This wasn't really happening…was it?

"Isn't it Willow?" Tara repeated, holding her hands still. She wasn't gonna let her touch until she admitted it.

This is one thing Oz can never give you, can he? she thought to herself. But I can. Whenever you want em Willow—they're all yours. Just let me know. I wanna hear you say it. I wanna hear you say you want me. There are some things only I can give you, and I wanna know you want em.

Willow smiled back indulgently. Tara was playing with her. But considering what was at stake, Willow was more than willing to play by her rules.

"I uh, I w-wanna touch em," Willow blushed, suddenly overcome with a wave of shyness. "Please…"

With that thought, Tara let go of Willow's hands, giving her total freedom to touch whatever she wanted. When Willow failed to make a move however, Tara realized that she was gonna need a little guidance.

However, as she opened her mouth to speak, she too felt a sudden wave of shyness sweep over her. Much as she wanted to play the cool, calm, sophisticate, the intimacy of what she was offering could not be ignored.

Which is why she shyly returned her hands to rest against Willow's and gazed deeply into her eyes. The pure need and adoration she saw there, gave her the courage to continue.

"Touch me," she prompted with a whisper, her pulse racing as she slowly guided Willow's hands upwards.

Both girls closed their eyes and trembled when Willow's hands reached the underside of Tara's breasts. Willow stopped for a moment to steady herself. She was in a daze here, unable to fully comprehend that she was actually feeling Tara's breasts against her thumb and forefinger.

Still in her dreamlike state, Willow eventually continued her journey, slowly moving her hands upwards. She moaned when she felt the imprint of Tara's nipples against the center of her palms. They were straining against the material of her shirt and bra, showing Willow exactly how much she was wanted.

Tara forced her eyes open so that she could see what Willow was doing. Her touch, even through cotton and polyester, was exhilarating. There was no one else on this planet who could get such an immediate response from her. She just loved the girl so much.

Willow's eyes opened and locked with Tara's. She could see the desire—sense it, just as strongly as she could feel her own. But she'd never touched another girl like this before.

"Tara," Willow ventured shyly, "show me…" she hesitated as a blush warmed her cheek. Forcing herself into composure, she timidly finished her sentence. "Show me what you like…"

In response, Tara applied the slightest bit of pressure against the backs of Willow's hands. She then guided both of Willow's hands to fully cup her breasts, letting her knead them gently. This allowed Willow to feel just how full and supple she was.

Unashamedly, Tara closed her eyes and arched her back. She wanted Willow to see exactly what effect she was having on her. After a while, she wanted more, so she began grinding Willow's palms in slow circles against her nipples, increasing the pressure and speed according to what she needed.

Willow was fascinated with Tara's soft moans and heavy breathing, not to mention the sensation of her breasts in her hands. In fact, playing with Tara's breasts and seeing the effect her touch had, was causing the dull ache between her legs to continuously intensify.

What's more, she was now so wet that if she looked down, she'd probably notice the wetness had seeped right through her jeans and left a telltale wet spot. She didn't care though. She was too lost in the moment. And with that, she leaned in and captured Tara's lips.

Tara let go of Willow's hands and moved them to her hips. She too was now lost in the moment—all thoughts of remaining in control flying out the window. Willow's tongue inside her mouth, and her hands cupping her breasts, was all she could focus on. She was just so pleased the girl hadn't stopped caressing her now that she was no longer being guided.

Suddenly, Tara arched her back as her whole body quivered with sensation. Willow had decided to take advantage of her newfound freedom by gently pinching her nipples. Gods she's a vixen, Tara thought to herself, moving her hands to rest against her back. But she's not the only one…

With that, Tara allowed herself to fall back against the couch. She pressed gently against Willow's back, trapping the girl's hands against her breasts, while she captured her left thigh. If Willow was gonna go all out, then so was she.

Willow pulled away from Tara's lips and looked down into her eyes. She was surprised by their new position. Before she could speak however, Tara moved her hands to her ass and lifted her thigh. She applied a brief yet calculated pressure in the area of her clit, effectively clearing all thought from Willow's brain.

In response, Willow could do nothing, but lower her head back down and thrust her tongue between Tara's lips. Her whole body was aching with need and desire, and the unexpected pressure between her legs had not helped the matter. Tara sure knew how to totally disarm a girl.

Tara eagerly accepted Willow's tongue into her mouth. As she did so, she gently kneaded Willow's ass, enjoying the way it caused the girl to quiver and moan softly. She wasn't gonna stop there though, and as Willow began to once again apply a gentle pressure against her breasts, Tara continued to caress her ass. After a while though, she got the urge to move her hands upwards and slip them underneath her blouse.

Tara was trembling—unable to control herself in the wake of Willow's increasingly skilful massage of her breasts. However, that did not stop her from also enjoying the softness of Willow's skin. She slowly ran her hands up and down Willow's lower back as their tongues dueled, unashamedly getting turned on by the girl's delectable smoothness.

It didn't take long for her to want more though. And so, before Willow knew what was happening, Tara moved her hands to her cheeks, parted their lips and rolled her over on the couch. She dropped a leg to the floor to steady herself as she guided Willow onto her back.

She further surprised Willow when she failed to lie back down on top of her. Instead, she moved one of Willow's legs to the floor. She then placed a knee on the couch between Willow's thighs as she straddled the leg resting on the floor.

Willow exhaled sharply when she felt just how heated Tara was. She looked up at the girl questioningly, wondering what she had in mind. Before she could voice her question, Tara placed her hands on either side of her face and leaned down to kiss her lips.

She thrust her tongue briefly around the inside of her mouth, before moving to taste her bottom lip. In response, Willow thrust herself against Tara's thigh and moved her hands up to once again cup her breasts. This caused Tara to moan softly and begin thrusting as well. She then started to gently nip at Willow's bottom lip, all the while continuing to thrust against her thigh.

They both wanted release, and their thighs were definitely providing some much needed friction. However, tonight wasn't about release. Tonight was about leaving an impression, and Tara had not finished making it just yet. So, before their mutual thrusting could get too serious, Tara moved her lips from Willow's and started pressing soft kisses down her jaw line, along her neck, and down to her chest.

This forced her to move her body down as well, bringing her thigh just out of Willow's reach. Willow's eyes fluttered open in protest, but when she felt Tara's hands reach down between their bodies to cover her breasts, all was forgotten.

Tara lifted her lips from Willow's chest, so as to gaze into her eyes. She wanted to see the reaction her touch caused. And Willow didn't disappoint. As she tentatively pressed her palms flat against Willow's breasts, the girl's eyes widened and she gasped softly.

This gave Tara more confidence. She'd been a bit hesitant when it came to touching Willow's breasts, but the moment had called for it, and she'd been unable to curb her hormones. What's more, she had to admit, the girl had amazing breasts. They fit perfectly in the palm of her hand, and the thin material of her blouse did nothing to hide the stiffness of the girl's nipples.

Feeling naughty, Tara once again moved her body upwards and thrust her thigh against Willow's warmth. She simultaneously thrust her tongue into Willow's mouth and gently pinched the girl's nipples.

"Mngh," Willow shuddered at the triple whammy and retaliated by applying pressure against Tara's breasts, squeezing them quite hard.

"Oh gods," Tara pulled away from Willow's lips. She was totally out of breath and in dire need of some relief. She could practically feel the throbbing of her clit as it begged for more friction. It wasn't gonna get it however.

Taking a second to compose herself, Tara looked down at Willow with half closed eyes. The girl had not stopped kneading her breasts, and neither had she. But she was about to. With that, Tara leaned back down and pressed her lips against Willow's chest, once again moving her thigh out of reach. This time however, she swirled her tongue in a circle against her soft flesh as she moved her hands down to the waistband of Willow's jeans.

Willow whimpered and momentarily ceased her hand movements. Was Tara gonna touch her down there?

Tara lifted her head up and met Willow's gaze with a glint in her eye. She knew what the girl was thinking. Which is why she'd moved her hands there in the first place. However, she had something else in mind right now.

Breathing heavily, Tara spread out both her hands and placed them just below Willow's belly, underneath the hem of her blouse. Her thumbs rested on the waistband of her jeans. She didn't move them however—not wanting to let Willow know just yet what she had in mind.

Let the girl squirm and wonder for a bit longer, she smirked, It'll make her even wetter…

With that thought, she returned her lips to Willow's chest and began pressing soft kisses against her skin. She moved her lips in a downward trail, until she reached the thin material of her blouse. This didn't stop her though, and she continued with her kisses. When her lips reached Willow's left breast, she surprised her by taking her nipple into her mouth, and gently sucking on it.

Willow's hands instantly moved to entangle themselves in Tara's hair. She moaned softly and arched her back as the warm wetness of Tara's mouth seeped in through her blouse. A second later, Tara moved her attention to her other nipple, causing her to tighten her grip.

"Oh God," Willow trembled, thrusting upwards, but coming up short of any satisfying friction. Where was Tara's thigh when she needed it…?

Tara lifted her head up and gazed down at Willow. She was more than pleased with her reaction. In fact, it spurred her on and gave her enough confidence to begin lifting up the hem of her blouse, exposing Willow's delectable belly to her gaze.

Willow's hands had moved to rest against Tara's waist as she looked up at her. She squeezed her hips in surprise though, as she felt the cold air against her skin. What is she doing? What does she have in mind?

Tara's lips against her belly silenced her question. "Oh God," Willow moved her hands back to Tara's hair. Gods she's amazing.

Encouraged by Willow's reaction, Tara tentatively extended her tongue. She ran a small wet line along the length of Willow's belly, following the waistband of her jeans. She was so close to Willow's sex now, that she could actually smell her arousal.

She never wanted to leave here, but the more she kissed and licked and suckled at her belly, the more she wanted to slip further down and taste the dessert that was calling out to her. So, before she could succumb, Tara forced herself into a kneeling position astride Willow's thigh, one foot on the floor for balance.

Willow's hands dropped back to Tara's waist. Her whole body was on edge. Tara's lips on her belly had been like sweet torture. The girl had the most amazing tongue. And even though she hadn't tasted what she wanted her to taste, Willow felt like she'd been close to heaven.

She looked up at Tara and moved her own hands to the hem of the girl's shirt. She too wanted a taste. So, not waiting for permission, she grasped the edge of her shirt and lifted it clear off Tara's body.

Tara's mouth opened in shock and she exhaled sharply. She hadn't expected Willow to react like that. And as she watched Willow drop the shirt to the floor, she could feel her heart pounding. She was now half naked—her breasts hidden only by the sheer cotton of her bra. Not that she was one for false modesty, but she'd always been a little shy about her body.

However, as her eyes met Willow's and she saw the girl's utter look of desire, her shyness quickly melted away. After all, she had wanted to show Willow what the difference between herself and Oz was. And what better way to do so, than by giving her a chance to gaze at her breasts? That was one thing she was certain Oz could never give her.

"Wow," Willow sighed, using her hands to circle Tara's waist. "Wow," she repeated.

Willow was speechless. Tara had the most beautiful breasts she'd ever seen. Her nipples were standing at attention, calling out to her through her bra, and her delectable mounds were so ample that they spilled out quite enticingly. The girl's bra did nothing to hide her beauty, and it served merely to lift her breasts up and present them on a platter.

"Beautiful," she whispered, amazed to actually be seeing Tara this way. "So beautiful…" And with that, she lifted her head up and pressed her lips against Tara's belly. She held onto the girl's hips tightly as she leaned back, forcing Tara down with her.

"Oh gods," Tara trembled, reaching out with her hands to brace herself. She rested her forearms against the couch above her head, as Willow's lips and tongue began to suckle and taste the soft skin of her belly. Sweet torture, she shuddered.

As she continued to nibble and taste, Willow found her senses working overtime. The scent of Tara's arousal was like sweet nectar. She hadn't known anything could smell so sweet. She was no longer close to heaven. She was in heaven. She wanted nothing more than to reach down and unzip Tara's jeans, slip them down her thighs and press her lips against the girl's sex.

Willow moaned against Tara's skin and trembled at the thought. Damn propriety. She wanted a real taste now'!

"I want you so much," she mumbled against her belly, moving her hands to the waistband of her jeans. And before Tara could respond, Willow deftly undid the top button and hastily lowered the zipper.

This quickly brought Tara to her senses and she pushed herself away from Willow. The girl wanted her. That word was like cold water in her veins. She'd been so focused on getting Willow to want her and not Oz, that she'd forgotten what sex was really about.

If Willow had said that she loved her and wanted to make love, then it might have been a different story. However, want was something else all together. It denoted a pure animal magnetism—sexual attraction. And while that's what she'd wanted to incite, she had no intention of following it through. She'd achieved her purpose though. She had no doubts as to who'd be in Willow's mind tonight.

Unfortunately, they were now both so close, that she couldn't quite leave it at that. So, if she was gonna head off, the least she could do was let Willow know what she'd be doing, and at the same time ask if she'd do it too. It would make her very happy knowing Willow was thinking of her as she came. She was certain the girl had come from thinking about Oz before—now it was her turn in the spotlight.

Standing up, she looked down at Willow through half closed eyes, not bothering to cover herself up just yet. She wanted Willow to see her as she was—to give her something to fantasize about.

Willow was breathing hard and fast, frustrated with Tara's sudden absence. She'd only been gone a second and already she missed her scent—her softness. Why had she moved?

When she finally opened her eyes, she let out a sharp breath. Tara was standing before her, in only a bra, and half opened jeans. Her eyes instantly dropped to Tara's pale pink panties, which were so obviously soaked through. Taking her fill of the sight, she moved her eyes back up to the girl's breasts, and let out another sharp breath.

The girl was so beautiful. And she was half naked. Oh gods, Tara was half naked. Her Tara was half naked, and she suddenly wanted her completely naked. The girl had the biggest, fullest, most beautiful breasts on the planet. And her belly—oh gods, it was simply calling out to her.

She already knew what it felt like to taste her soft skin, and right now she wanted to return to doing just that. She wanted to run her tongue over it, move it up slowly until she reached the girl's belly button. She then wanted to take her time in swirling her tongue around inside the girl's navel, before she continued to suckle and kiss her way up towards those succulent breasts of hers.

With her hands, she would unclasp the fastenings and remove the bra post hasty. She'd then hold the perfectly full globes in both her hands, before lowering her lips to one of her nipples. She'd take it into her mouth, savoring the taste, maybe even swirl her tongue around it for a while. She'd never tasted a girl's breasts before—felt a girl's nipple inside her mouth and against her tongue. She couldn't help wondering what it would feel like.

"Willow," Tara repeated the girl's name, drawing her gaze up from her breasts to her face. She had a pretty good idea of what Willow had been thinking about. The glazed look in her eye was clue enough.

Seeing the urgency in her eye, and hearing her gentle plea, almost caused Tara to comply. She wanted Willow so badly. But she had to remain firm. No matter how irresistible she found that emerald gaze of hers to be.

Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she moved her hands down to her jeans. "You have n-no idea how m-m-much I want to," Tara said shakily as she zipped herself up.

Willow frowned. Why was Tara getting dressed? She stood up and placed her hands against Tara's, taking them into her own. "Then why—?"

Tara opened her eyes and squeezed Willow's hands. "I'm so close," she whispered against the girl's lips. "I want you Willow," she briefly captured her bottom lip.

"Then take me," Willow returned the favor, gently nipping at Tara's lip. "I want you…"

Tara forced herself to pull away. "I should go," she let go of Willow's hands reluctantly.

Willow sighed as Tara bent down and picked up her shirt. "Please," she appealed, moving towards Tara and pressing the shirt against the girl's hands, stilling her movement. "Stay…"

"I c-c-can't," Tara trembled, her resolve weakening as she met Willow's eyes. The need there matched her own so entirely.

Willow could see Tara's uncertainty, and chose to call her on it. "Why not?" she pressed her forehead against Tara's and allowed her breath to tickle the girl's lips.

Tara closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I n-n-need to…I need to c-c-come tonight," she blushed, "and so do you."

Willow felt an immediate reaction between her legs. Tara's words were so husky and sensual. "Then come for me," she closed her eyes. "Make me come…"

"Mmm," Tara moaned and let go of the shirt in her hand. Hearing Willow's words damn near broke her. Giving in to her hormones, she lifted her hands to Willow's cheeks and pressed their lips together, thrusting her tongue deep into the girl's mouth.

Willow responded by moving her hands to Tara's back and pulling their bodies closer together. She could now feel the girl's bra-clad breasts against her own, and it caused a shiver to run straight down her body.

The sensation of the girl's breasts against her own reminding her that if she didn't pull away now, she would soon be unable too. They were both so close to the line of reasoning. But once it was crossed, there would be no going back. Their minds would be too clouded to focus on anything other than what they both needed—wanted.

Willow's eyes opened in frustration as Tara bent over to retrieve her shirt. Why was she resisting? Why didn't she want her?

Tara shook her head vehemently as she pulled on the shirt. "How can you say that?" she reached for Willow's hands. "Touch me," she guided the girl's left hand to her crotch. "Feel how wet I am," she met her gaze.

Willow trembled, overwhelmed to be touching the girl so intimately—even if it was through a thick layer of denim. But still, she had to admit, the girl sure was wet.

"You did that Willow," Tara whispered into the girl's ear and pulled her hand away. "This is the effect you have on me," she squeezed Willow's hand in emphasis. "I'm so wet," she looked pleadingly into her eyes, her face turning red with the revelation. "I-I-I…I'm gonna go home," her voice trembled, "and lie down on my bed. I'm gonna close my eyes and think of you Willow."

"Tara," Willow sighed, leaning forward to press her forehead against Tara's. "You can do that here," she squeezed the girl's hand.

"I can't," Tara closed her eyes with a sigh. "I wanna scream your name as I come…"

"Oh gods," Willow's voice shook with emotion. She let go of Tara's hand so she could cup the girl's face. "I want you," she whispered against Tara's lips, before capturing them with her own.

Tara moaned into the kiss and wrapped her arms around Willow's neck and back. More than anything she wanted to come for Willow. She wanted the girl to take her upstairs, strip her naked and ravish her. But that wasn't possible. She wasn't ready. It wouldn't be about love. Not on Willow's side anyway. This was just about sex, and Tara wanted so much more…

"Willow," Tara broke away from the kiss and moved her hands up to cup Willow's cheeks. "You know we can't," she whispered breathlessly, pressing their foreheads together. "You know it…"

"No," Willow whispered in denial. "We can," she sighed. "We can do anything we want…"

Tara placed a gentle kiss against Willow's forehead. "Then do something for me," she pulled away and met Willow's gaze.

"Anything," Willow leaned forward, bringing their heads together again. "Anything…"

"Come for me," Tara whispered, as she closed her eyes. "I want you to go upstairs, take off your clothes, and come for me."

"I want you to think of me," Tara continued huskily. "I want it to be my lips and my tongue on your body. My face and my eyes you look into. And when your hand reaches between your legs, I want you to scream out my name as you come. Can you do that for me Willow?"

Willow opened her eyes and met Tara's. The girl had no idea how sexy she was—how sexy her words had sounded. Who woulda thought that shy sweet Tara could be so bold. Willow knew there was nothing she could do but comply. If Tara wanted her to come, then how could she not?

Besides, it wasn't gonna take much anyway. And it'd be her first time. She'd come from thinking about Oz in the past, but ever since the Fluke, she hadn't really had much of a chance to be alone with her fantasies. She'd never actually come from thinking about Tara.

Tara smiled and pressed a brief kiss against Willow's lips, then against her cheek, before moving to whisper into her right ear.

"I'm gonna come for you Willow," she extended her tongue and sensuously ran it along the inside of her ear. "It's gonna be your hands on my breasts, and your fingers on my clit," she gently bit the bottom of her earlobe. "And I'm gonna close my eyes and think about what you taste like, " she suckled her earlobe sensuously, tasting her. "I wanna thrust my tongue inside you and draw out your essence. I wanna feel your wetness inside my mouth."

Willow trembled and moved her hands into Tara's hair, gripping her gently. She had no idea Tara was such a sweet talker.

"Tara," she sighed. The girl's words had invoked the most erotic of images. She sure had a talent for erotica. "You make me so wet…"

"Then go," Tara stepped away from Willow and nodded in the direction of the staircase. "Come for me…"

Tara smiled and stepped back towards Willow. "I'll see you tomorrow," she whispered into her ear, before pressing a final kiss against her lips. She kept the contact brief, pulling away the second she felt Willow respond.

Willow's eyes fluttered open, and she watched helplessly as Tara left. She wanted to go after her, beg her to stay. But she knew it'd be pointless. Besides, Tara's words and actions had proven too much for her. So, without further ado, she kicked off her shoes, before turning around and taking the stairs to her room two at a time.

Willow wasted no time in shucking her shirt and jeans, and ripping off her own bra. A second later, her panties were being tossed to the floor, and she was now lying spread-eagle on top of the bedspread. She instantly reached her right hand down and cupped her own sex. I'm so wet, she noted to herself. I can't remember the last time I was so wet. And with that thought, she closed her eyes and located her own clit with her fingertips.

As she applied pressure to her engorged nub, she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have Tara do this for her. What would Tara's tongue feel like against my clit? Willow trembled at the image that thought invoked. What would it feel like to press my tongue against Tara's clit? That thought invoked yet another shudder, and she increased the speed and pressure against her sex.

She was now breathing quite heavily and moaning softly. Her back was arching up off the bedspread, as her lower body thrust upwards to meet her fingers. She needed more pressure though. Her clit was throbbing so hard and she was so close, so she reached down with her left hand, using it to increase the pressure. She guided her right hand faster and harder against her clit. She needed more still, so she pressed even harder, causing two of her fingers to enter her sex.

"Tara," she moaned the girl's name as her left hand took over the job against her clit. She never usually penetrated herself, but she needed it this way this time. In her mind, she was imagining Tara's tongue against her clit, and her fingers thrusting inside her. And her actions had to match her fantasy.

"Tara," she moaned again, increasing the speed of her thrusts. She could feel the pressure building up inside her. And a couple of thrusts later, she was clenching her buttocks high up off the bedspread as she came.

"Taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaraaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" she screamed out, thrusting deep inside herself as she rode out her orgasm.

As Willow came, Tara reached her dorm room. She'd practically run all the way there. She quickly took off her clothes, choosing not to bother with her bra, only her panties.

She was in such dire need for release, that all she wanted to do was apply some much needed friction against her clit. In fact, she was so worked up, that the second she lay down on the bed and touched herself, she could feel the pressure starting to build inside her.

Pressing hard, Tara spread her legs as wide as she could. Tonight, she needed more contact than usual. She was so wet and the ache was coming from deep within her, calling out to be filled.

So, without hesitation, she thrust first one and then two fingers deep into her sex. With her left hand she applied pressure against her clit, all the while thrusting as hard and as fast as she could with her right.

"Willow," she moaned, imagining Willow's fingers in place of her own. She wanted more than anything to come for the girl. "I love you," her voice trembled. "Oh Willow," she thrust harder and harder. "I love you baby. I love you. Ahhhhhhhhh, Willooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!!!!!!"

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A Fluke Between Two Wiccans

By SpikeMe4Now4200

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