Rating: NC-17
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do you really think I would let season 6 happen? And why the hell would I be
writing this? So yeah, all belongs to Joss, ME etc... The songs used here are
not mine, they're all owned by their corresponding authors/artist.
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Spoilers: Season 6.
Author's Notes: This is set about two years after the first thirty minutes of
"Seeing Red". Tara doesn't get 'shot accidentally.' She's happy and
alive here. Buffy was shot, but she lived and the three nerds are in jail.
Xander and Anya got back together after a while, and finally they got married.
Dawn is in college. You'll get details of all these events as the
"Journal" will reveal many things.
THANKS: To all the naughty Kittens in the chat and smut authors who inspire me.
Thanks to tkheaven for one of our chats where we thought of Anya finding
something about our girls. Something more detailed I mean.
OTHER THANKS: To Alyson Hannigan and Amber Benson who gave spirit to these
wonderful characters! You girls rock my world!
Thoughts are in between < >. Journal entries are in italic . ' ' are
usually character thoughts in the Journal.
Pairing: Willow/Tara
Summary: Anya finds the girls' sex journal and the Scoobies learn more about Willow and Tara's relationship.
Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19
Buffy awoke to the steady sound of her alarm clock. She looked at the clock and cursed under her breath whoever programmed the alarm clock to ring at seven thirty in the morning. Then she remembered that she had an appointment with her boss to talk about the new equipment she needed. She got up grouchily and prepared herself, taking a long hot shower to soothe her stiff muscles. She had encountered three vampires the night before, and one had managed to punch her on the shoulder a few times before she staked him. She dressed and before going downstairs for breakfast, she peeked in her sister's room, where she found her still sleeping. Buffy made her way downstairs and after breakfast headed out to face the day, just as Willow and Tara got out of their house, still kissing goodbye.
<More like making out goodbye.> Buffy thought wryly as she watched the two witches pawing at each other.
Willow worked mostly at home, going into her office only when they called her or when she had an important project to drop off. Tara was the collections manager. Her job was to catalogue and classify new artifacts. Of course, she also told the Scoobies if anything of the mystical kind came around. Today, she had a new piece to check out. Nothing Hellmouth-y, just an ancient sword.
"Willow, I'll be back by lunchtime. I swear." Tara said, pulling back from Willow's embrace.
"Fine, stupid jobs cutting into our snuggle-time." Willow grumbled, leaning over to kiss Tara again, her tongue quickly sneaking between her lover's parted lips.
They heard someone whistling and broke the kiss, turning their heads. They found Buffy, her hands on her hips, looking at them, amused.
"Tara, wasn't I supposed to drop you off?" Buffy asked, smiling at her friends.
"Gee! Good morning to you too Buffy." Willow replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Actually, it is getting late. We have to go sweetie." Tara said, looking at her watch before kissing Willow's pouting lips again.
"Okay, I'll make lunch. I'll see you later baby." Willow said as Tara walked down the step to Buffy's car.
"I love you!" Tara replied, turning around to face her lover.
"I love you too!"
"I love you more! But we have to go." Buffy replied, making Tara sit down in the passenger seat by mock glaring at her. She got in and started the car, honking twice at Willow as they went downtown.
Willow was pacing around in her living room, thinking of what she could so while Tara was at work. She had sent by FTP her latest project to her boss, she didn't have any more work and well, she was bored.
<What to do? What to do? If Tara was here, I'd have my hands full! Literally!> Willow thought, imagining cupping her lover's breasts in her hands, circling one nipple with a moistened finger, then, the rough pad of a thumb teasing the said nipple to a stiff, hard tip. Images tumbled into Willow's mind. Hot breath on a saliva-coated nipple, making it swell to an almost painful peak, teeth biting softly the hard nub, a hot moist tongue swirling on it, teasing, enticing, the same tongue back into a suddenly dry mouth, the said nipple being washed over and over with long hard, even strokes. The nipple being now sucked lightly into an awaiting mouth, the tongue jabbing fast at it, while the rhythm of the suctions increasing as the moans from the nipple's owner became deeper, huskier, more incoherent.
Willow snapped herself out of her reverie.
<I'm so obsessed! Tara isn't here and I better just hold on to that thought. Thinking of sex, I could write down our latest sexcapades instead of standing here and loose myself in the "Tara-nipple being coaxed to ecstasy by me" fantasy. Yeah, the journal! Writing in the journal!>
Willow went upstairs and started looking in her bedroom. Half an hour later, she gave up, sitting on the side of the bed.
<Where the frilly heck is it? Let's think, where did I put it? Did I even pack it?>
She thought back to the day they packed their stuff and tried to remember where she put it. But, the black leather Journal drew a blank in Willow's mind.
<Oh My God! We didn't pack it! We left it there!> The realization hit Willow like a ton of bricks.
She started panicking, going over and over all the different scenarios the loss of the Journal could provoke. Buffy or even Dawn, little Dawnie could find the Journal and read it, and be shocked, they could know everything about their wonderful sex-life!
<If they found the Journal, they would've given it to me. They wouldn't read it. Would they?> her question went unanswered.
She started wondering if she should go over to Buffy's right away to look for it, but she decided to wait for Tara. Maybe she remembered where it was. Willow went downstairs, got herself a soda and sat down at her desk. She was already connected to the net and she went directly to a bookmarked site, starting to read a new delicious fiction she found to kill time.
"Hey Anya." Buffy greeted, entering the Magic Box.
"Buffy, hello. I have a question for you. Yesterday morning, you came to our house and sat down on the couch."
Buffy nodded.
"Now, did you by any chance see a thick black leather journal?" Anya asked, her eyes glittering.
"Actually, I did." Buffy answered with a blush.
"Good! And where did you put it?" Anya asked, eyeing Buffy like a prey.
"I, um… Where did you get it?" Buffy asked in return.
"I… um… Willow lent it to me. Yes, that's right, she lent it to me." Anya said, her lie evident.
"Right, right. So, my best friend lent you her sex Journal. Why don't I believe you?"
"Because I lied. I found it. Now, return it to me!" Anya replied harshly.
"Return it to you?" Buffy replied, smirking. "It's not yours to begin with."
"Yes, it is. There is a proverb in contemporaneous culture that says 'Finders keepers, losers weepers'. I found it, so now it is mine. Now, give it back to me missy!" Anya replied, shaking her finger at Buffy and scowling.
"And why do you need it?"
"I want to read about some techniques from it to Xander so he could give me even more orgasms. And by what Willow and Tara described, oral sex is greatly underestimated. Don't get me wrong, Xander has a wonderful penis and he uses it quite well, but sometimes, I just need something more. And Willow and Tara seem to enjoy themselves a lot when they have sex. After all, they said in one page that they fall into unconsciousness with the power of their orgasms."
<Let this be a nightmare or a mirage or a figment of my imagination! Anything but reality!> Buffy thought, staring at her, too shocked to say a thing.
"And, I want to read the whole Journal to know if they use toys and other things to keep the relationship fresh and exciting. I would love to experience a double…"
"Oh My God!" Buffy shrieked when she shook herself out of her initial shock. "I don't want to listen to the details of you and Xander's sex life!" Buffy continued yelling, looking around in hope that something would knock her out and make her forget this whole conversation.
"Fine Buffy, don't listen to the details. You're the one who is sexually frustrated. If you give me the Journal, I won't talk to you about sex with Xander anymore." Anya bargained.
"Ok, fine, just… anything to stop this nightmare." Buffy agreed before scolding herself.
<Did I just agree to give Anya the Journal? What the hell is wrong with me?!>
Anya smiled, rubbing her hands together.
"I mean no, never! It's Willow and Tara's personal life!"
"You agreed! If you don't give it to me, I'll tell Willow and Tara that you have it and that you've been reading it." Anya said, knowing she won.
Buffy blushed hotly. "Who said I read it? We'll talk about this later." she said as she saw Xander enter the shop.
"Talk about what? Hey honey." he said before placing a kiss on his wife's lips.
"We were talking about Willow and Tara's…"
"Party! Yeah, their party." Buffy finished hastily.
"Yes, party." Anya said, smirking.
"Honey, I'm home!" Tara said as she opened the door and got inside.
She found Willow in the kitchen, making some veggie omelets.
"Hey baby. How did work go?" Willow asked before kissing her lover.
"Good."
"I'm glad. Tara, I was wondering, have you seen the journal?"
"The journal? As in our sex Journal?" Tara said frowning when Willow nodded. "Actually, I looked for it and didn't find it. I thought you had it."
"Nope I thought you did. Look, I'm having a bad feeling about this, let's have lunch and check out our old bedroom at Buffy's. Maybe we left it there."
Tara agreed, and quickly they had their lunch. They walked calmly to Buffy's house and Willow used her spare key to go in. Tara closed the door behind her and they both made their way upstairs. Ten minutes later, after looking all over the almost empty room, they both sat down, defeated.
"It's not here."
"Yeah. Willow? What if someone found it? I mean, it's a very private thing, you know? I- I don't want people to read about us."
"I know, but I'm sure that if someone found it, they'd give it back to us. I'll ask Buffy to keep a eye open for it. Frankly, I doesn't matter to me if Buffy found it. I just wanna have it back, it means a lot to me. We started writing it since we got back together, and I don't wanna loose it. So many wonderful memories are in it."
"You're right. Let's go home. I wanna lay down for a while."
"Sleepy?"
"Who said anything about sleeping?" Tara said, before flashing Willow a lecherous grin.
"Vixen." Willow responded with a glint in her eye as she took Tara's hand and left he Summer's home.
Willow was the first to come in, Tara at her heels. She turned around to close the door when two arms came from behind her, one on each side of her head, effectively pushing the door closed and trapping her to the door. She felt Willow's hot breath on her ear from behind her.
"So, missy, you went to work and left me alone with all my little naughty fantasies."
Tara could only nod. Willow reached up with one hand and pushed aside Tara's hair. She rested her chin on Tara's shoulder.
"What do you say?"
She raised her head and licked Tara's neck from the base to just under the jaw before whispering again:
" Wanna be bad?" Willow said, trailing an ardent hand under Tara's shirt to cup a lace-covered breast.
"Oh yes! Willow…" Tara moaned quietly as she rested her head on Willow's shoulder, exposing the white milky flesh of her neck to Willow's eager mouth. Willow feasted on the supple skin there. She kissed every inch before she licked the length of her neck, making Tara shiver in anticipation. Her mouth found the sensitive pulse point and she kissed it lightly before trailing her tongue in the delicate spot. She kissed it before drawing the flesh in her mouth and sucking it. Tara moaned as Willow's hand started teasing her breasts through the fabric. Tara reached up and tangled her hand in her lover's coppery tresses before tugging slightly on them. Willow turned her head and they kissed, their tongues swirling in a well choreographed dance as Willow's other hand started inching towards Tara's thigh. She grasped the fabric with her fist and started raising it up, inch by inch, feeling the smooth skin of her lover's thigh. With every subtle movement, Willow's hips brushed against Tara's, making her moan louder. Willow released Tara's skirt as she continued kissing her, making her whimper.
"Just gotta get the zipper in the back." Willow whispered in her ear before biting gently on the lobe.
Tara moaned as Willow's hand gently caressed her behind before unzipping the skirt, which fell at Tara's feet.
"Touch me Willow." Tara whispered, spreading her legs wider, kicking the skirt away.
Willow groaned as she did exactly that, reaching into her lover's panties, and finding her wet and ready for her.
"You're so wet. Who's making you feel like this darling?" Willow asked, sucking lightly on Tara's earlobe.
"You." Tara whimpered as Willow's middle finger brushed against her clit.
"What's my name?"
"Willow!" Tara gasped as Willow teased her entrance.
"Good girl, wanna get a reward for being such a good girl?" Willow asked as she continued circling her lover's molten core.
"Oh yes… Please!"
Willow smiled and slowly slid two fingers into Tara's slippery depths. Tara moaned and pulled at Willow's hair, arching her back, pushing herself more fully into Willow's eager palm. Tara started to trust her hips on Willow's fingers, and each thrust caused her ass to rub up against Willow's denim-clad center. Willow slid up her lover's bra and cupping the breast fully in her hand before tweaking the already erect nipple. Tara felt her knees become unsteady, so she braced herself against the door with one hand, keeping the other tangled in Willow's hair. She could feel Willow's hard nipples brush against her back and it only pushed her closer to the edge. Willow continued her ministrations while rhythmically licking and sucking on Tara's neck and ear. Willow pumped deeper and faster as she felt Tara's hip thrust fasten, as release started showing itself. Tara felt her orgasm start at her feet, her toes curling inside her shoes, and make it's way towards her center, making her leg muscles quiver. Willow felt her lover's orgasm and started rubbing her clit, adding more pressure as she felt the orgasm start to take Tara over. She pushed her fingers all the way inside Tara and rubbed the tips against Tara's sweet spot.
"Will… oh!"
Tara moaned as she felt her inner muscles clench around Willow's finger, pulling them deeper inside. Her back arched, pushing her body against Willow's as she felt a tsunami crashing inside her as she poured her juices on Willow's awaiting hand. She gasped for air as she felt almost every molecule of air leave her. After a few moments, she felt the waves calm down and the air return to her body. Slowly, she felt her breathing return to normal and she whimpered as she felt Willow's fingers leave her, making her feel incomplete. She turned around on wobbly knees and looked at Willow, who had a smug smile on her face. They kissed briefly before Tara wordlessly took her hand and pulled her upstairs.
"I'm thinking a shower is in order." Tara said, smiling at her lover when they were in front of the bathroom door. All Willow could do was lick her lips in anticipation.
Quickly they undressed. Tara having less clothes on, she quickly got into the shower stall and turned the water on. The water was warm and felt delicious on her still aroused body. Willow, being now naked, leapt into the shower. The warm water cascaded around her hair, drenching it into dark red strands. The water rippled over her skin, making it's way downwards, into already wet parts. The warm water dissipated the slight coat of sweat that had stuck to her skin because of her earlier escapade. Willow stretched, arching her back under the spray, smirking at the lustful glint in her lover's eyes.
"Enjoying the view?"
"Not yet." Tara replied as she stepped closer to Willow under the spray of water.
Her own tresses, until now untouched by the water, were now softly caressed by it, as it separated strands and massaged the scalp lightly. She lifted her hands and tangled them into Willow's soaked hair before pulling her closer, towards her awaiting mouth. Their lips pressed together and they both opened their mouths as their tongues started stroking each other. Tara licked the underside of her lover's tongue and Willow moaned in her mouth. Reaching deeper, Tara stroked the roof of Willow's mouth, making her shudder with arousal. She resumed the exploration of her lover's mouth, sucking her tongue lightly, then, increasing the suctions as Willow moaned louder. Willow sighed into the kiss and cupped Tara's face in her hands, her fingers lightly caressing her cheeks, before pulling her even closer, breathing through her nose to prolong the kiss. Slowly, she took a step carefully to get out of the spray's way to be able to breathe better. They broke the kiss, breathing heavily and looking in each other's eyes. Willow's pupils were dilated, her eyes slightly glazed over with need. She lowered her hands to her lover's shoulders as Tara ran her hands down Willow's back before grasping her ass in her hands, squeezing the flesh lightly before pulling her closer. She ran her hands to her sides before sliding them to rest on Willow's shoulders, holding her in place while Willow's hands circled her waist and pulled her closer as they started kissing again. Tara slid her hands up and down, rubbing Willow's perk breasts with every pass and feeling the nipples harden into stiff peaks under her palms. Stopping at Willow's chest after a couple of passes, she circled the nipples before teasing them with her fingers, twisting them, pulling them, rubbing the pads of her thumbs over them while her hands cupped the swelled flesh, kneading lightly. Willow tossed her head back, breaking the kiss to moan deeper, closing her eyes in ecstasy as the pleasure from her lover's ministrations hit her full-force, running down the scorching trail to her molten center. Tara took that opportunity to run kisses down her chin and neck before lightly licking upwards, back to her lover's jaw. She backed Willow against the wall of the shower before she ducked her head and started a path south, kissing Willow's skin all the way. She placed butterfly-kisses on her lover's sternum while moving lower, her hands caressing Willow's sides and sometimes, straying to her shoulders. She moved her hands to her lover's back as her mouth kissed the skin between her breasts before moving to one, licking at the nipple, eliciting a low groan from Willow. The little bud begged to be sucked at, and Tara complied, happily taking the nub into her mouth. Sucking lightly, her other hand strayed to the neglected breast and playfully pinched the nipple. Willow gasped and bucked her hips, wanting Tara's touch lower.
The hot water cascading in the shower made the air damp and heavy, and sweat broke out on Willow's skin. Tara turned her mouth's attentions to her other nipple, and switching hands she teased the saliva-coated nipple while sucking on the other. Willow's hands were on the nape of Tara's head, urging her forward, pressing her closer. Tara left the nipple, earning a small groan of frustration from Willow which turned into a sensual moan as she understood where Tara was heading. Tara kissed her lover's abs, feeling the muscles quiver under her lips as she squeezed her bottom. She got down on her knees and spread Willow's legs apart before pulling her lover's left leg over her shoulder. The scent of Willow's arousal drifted to her nostrils and she inhaled deeply, wanting to tattoo the scent into her memory. Slowly, she extended her tongue and licked Willow's outer lips. Willow bucked her hips, searching for more contact. Tara felt her lover's need for release and licked her hard swollen nub. She continued licking at her clit, savoring the taste that drove her wild. Willow started grinding against Tara's face. Tara drew her lover's clit into her mouth and sucked deeply as Willow's moans amplified.
"God Tara, don't stop! Mmhhmmm! Right there! I need you… inside!" Willow choked out.
Tara's hand drifted her lover's pussy. She teased her entrance by circling it a few times before plunging two fingers deep inside of Willow. Willow started rocking her hips faster as Tara thrust her fingers in time with the rhythm of her suctions on her clit.
"Mmhhmm! Yeah baby, right there! Mmmhmm!" Willow kept moaning.
Tara curled her fingers slightly, and with each passing thrust, she stroked her lover's inner walls. As she pumped deeper, she felt the spongy patch inside and stroked it. Willow's moans got even louder as she panted and rode Tara's fingers like a cowgirl riding a wild mare. Tara felt her lover's leg tense up and she knew she was almost there. Willow kept moaning and tugging at Tara's wet strands, pulling her closer in between her legs. Tara thrust harder and felt her mouth and hand drenched in warm juices as Willow's inner muscles clenched around her fingers.
"Yessssss!" she hissed as waves of pleasure engulfed her.
Tara kept stroking her, and licking her clit at a leisurely pace, riding out Willow's orgasm and lapping up all the nectar she could find. Finally, she felt Willow's body relax and she slowly and tenderly slipped out. She got back on her feet and Willow gave her a lazy smile as Tara licked and sucked her fingers into her mouth.
"Hey."
"Hey yourself." Tara replied before kissing her lightly.
"How about the actual shower now? Then, we could take a nap."
"Sure, I'd like to sleep a little while, you didn't let me sleep well last night." Tara replied, giving her a lop-sided grin.
"Vixen." Willow said as she reached for the soap.
After their nap, the two witches were cuddled on the couch, lightly kissing and watching a movie. The door knocked and Willow got up.
"Hey Dawn." she greeted her when she swung the door open. She motioned the young woman to come in.
"Hey guys. How's it going?"
"Pretty good. And you? How are you?" Tara asked as Dawn sat down beside her on the couch.
"I'm ok. I just really need to talk to you about something."
Willow and Tara shared a look before nodding. Dawn took a deep breath before starting.
"Ok, this is gonna sound pretty weird, but I need some tips on gay lovin'."
Willow almost swallowed her tongue and looked at Tara for help.
"Dawnie, I don't know what to say… What exactly do you expect us to tell you?" Tara asked, blushing furiously.
Dawn laughed before replying.
"Don't worry Tare, I don't want you guys to tell me about your sex-life, no matter how wonderful it sounds. Pun intended." she said smirking.
"I… um… what do you mean?" Willow bluffed.
"Willow, I have ears you know? And eyes! God, don't you two give it a rest? I mean, against the door?" Dawn replied, her smirk almost engulfing her whole face.
Tara blushed crimson and Willow looked like she did swallow her tongue.
"Guys, I came here earlier, and I was about to knock when I kinda heard the moans. Now, I'm not gonna pry for details Tara . I just thought you could give me a few links to places and stuff like that on the net."
Tara and Willow both let out tiny sighs of relief, even though Tara's blush didn't leave her face.
"Sure, I could do that. I'll bring my laptop." Willow said before quickly exiting the room.
"You know, I only came to you because I know you wouldn't treat me like Buffy. She thinks I play cards on my dates." Dawn said, smiling at Tara.
Before the blonde could recover entirely and reply, Willow came back into the room, her laptop tucked under her arm. She sat down next to Dawn and quickly logged in.
"I'm gonna show you a fan fiction message board about two lesbians. Some of their fics are pretty detailed, and it should help you on your way. I remember checking these out when I started dating Tara. These writers are really amazing."
Dawn gave Tara a knowing look that made her fading blush reappear full force. Dawn wrote an email to herself with the addresses to the sites Willow gave her and got up.
"I have homework, and I'd better start if I wanna read some of these. Thanks guys." she said, winking at them before leaving.
Tara sank in the couch next to Willow and sighed.
"Well, that was embarrassing." Willow started.
"Yeah, but I'm glad she came to us. It's just that I remember her as a teen and now, she's all grown up. It feels weird." Tara said, leaning into Willow's embrace. Willow kissed the top of her lover's head and whispered, smiling.
"I know darling, I know. They grow up so fast."
"So, Buffy, how was your date?" Willow asked Buffy over pizza.
Everyone was at the Slayer's house for a night of pizza and movies.
"Well, let's just say it could've been better."
"Why? I thought everything was good between Danny and you." Dawn replied before taking a swig of her soda.
"I have something to tell you guys. This is gonna sound pretty weird, but I've realized something about me. I'm bisexual."
Everyone at the table was silent until Xander took out his wallet in a huff and gave Tara, Willow and Anya twenty dollars each.
"Dammit! I should've bet too!" Dawn said, pouting.
"Did you guys make bets on my sexuality?!"
"Yep." Willow replied, smiling.
"When?"
"Please! There is no way Buffy is bisexual! She's straight!" Xander said, before taking a swig of his beer.
"Please Xander! Haven't you seen the way she looks at Willow and Tara every time they kiss? She's so gay." Dawn replied, playing with her beer glass.
"Yes, I've seen her a couple of times while Willow and Tara were making out. She looks like she wants to jump in the fray. I'm sure she would be honored to be a part of a lesbian orgy." Anya replied.
"All her relationships with guys have always ended badly, maybe it's because she didn't find what she was looking for." Willow said.
"I don't know, probably they failed because of her Slayer status? Or because of her weird attraction to vampires and soldier boys." Xander replied smirking.
"I think Buffy's bisexual. She's attracted to guys, that's not even a question, but I've caught her checking girls out. I think she doesn't realize it yet." Tara said, and Anya nodded. Willow grinned at her, adoration in her eyes.
"Listen to my wise knowledge woman." Willow said before quickly kissing her.
"Please Tara, all girls look at other girls. It's the whole 'her breasts are bigger than mine' or 'I bet that skirt would fit me better' deal. Ok, how about we bet on it? I'm betting twenty bucks that she's straight."
"Count me in!" Willow, Tara and Anya said. They turned and looked at Dawn.
"I don't know guys. I think she's gay, but you know, Buffy's weird in her sexuality. I'm so not gonna risk it."
"Ok Dawn. Shh everyone, Buffy's here!" Willow continued as Buffy entered the Bronze.
"Just a few months ago." Xander said, scowling at his loss of the bet.
"Um, ok. Makes me realize what an idiot I've been to not notice things before. So everyone's cool with it? Right?" Buffy asked, biting her lower lip.
"Buffy, we're so cool with it. It's not like I'm completely straight either." Dawn replied, hugging her sister before smirking at Willow and Tara.
"Welcome to the family Buffy!" Willow said before hugging the blonde Slayer.
"Family? Is that a lesbian thing?" Buffy asked, perplexed.
"Yeah, we'll explain all that to you." Tara said.
"Thanks guys. So, do you know a nice little Wiccan I can get with?" Buffy asked, looking at Willow and Tara.
"We'll see what we can do, but Tara's mine, so don't even think about it." Willow replied, before growling mockingly.
"Well, duh, like I even thought about Tara… I mean about taking her from you." Buffy said, blushing.
"No one could take me away from Willow. I don't want anyone but her." Tara said before kissing Willow. Who in turn smiled like a Cheshire cat.
"Xander, you okay with this?" Buffy asked, worried.
"Yeah, sure Buffy. I'd be more happy if you shared your sexcapades with me. Or if you gave me your, um, like your sex journal for me to read." Xander said, grinning. He didn't notice Willow, Tara and Buffy blush at his comment.
"It's ok for him to say that because I know that he really loves me only. And, a sex journal, that'd be nice. I bet." Anya said, looking at Tara and Willow sweetly.
"Well, let's go watch some movie gang." Buffy said, trying to break any 'sex journal' talk. "Will, can I talk to you for a sec?"
Everyone moved to the living room and Willow stayed behind.
"Willow, I met my boss today, and he said that Mr. Hannigan, the Mayor asked to see me."
"Oh my goddess, is everything okay?" Willow asked, concerned.
"Willow, it's better than that. He told me that the State was legalizing gay marriages."
"What? Are you kidding? Because this isn't a good joke."
"No, Will, he told me the gay couples can now get married legally!"
"Oh my goddess!" Willow exclaimed, getting up and wrapping her arms around Buffy in a bone-crushing hug.
"Air… becoming… an… issue!" Buffy chocked out. Willow stepped back, a beaming smile on her face.
"Buffy, do you know what this means?!"
"Yep, I know you've been dying to get married with Tara. Now, you can."
Willow smiled even more.
"Buffy, you'll help me with the wedding stuff, right?"
"Sure, but Will, aren't you getting ahead of yourself? I mean, I'm sure Tara will accept, but you kinda need to ask her first."
"Don't worry, you know me. I'm already planning on how and when to ask her." Willow said, grinning.
"Guys! The movie is starting! Get your butts in here!" Dawn yelled.
Buffy and Willow grinned at each other and made their way to the living room.
"Sweetie, what's wrong?" Tara asked Willow as they entered their house.
"Wrong? Nothing's wrong baby." Willow replied absently, her mind whirling with proposal possibilities.
"Willow, look at me. You were distracted during the movie and you seem so far away. What's bothering you?" Tara replied, folding her arms across her chest.
"Aww, baby, I swear, it's nothing, just thinking about a couple of things. You know, work. And it's kinda noisy up here tonight." Willow replied, smiling and pointing to her head.
Tara smiled and unfolded her arms, moving towards Willow. She slipped her hands over Willow's shoulders, down her arms, and let them fall until they clasped hands.
"Well, I'm pretty tired too. So, how about we have a good night of sleep instead of staying up. I think we should recharge our batteries." Tara said as she leant towards Willow and slowly kissed her. Willow nodded and hand in hand, they went to their room.
Willow was on her back, with Tara sleeping on her shoulder, snuggled up like usual. But Willow wasn't asleep. She looked at the clock beside her. It was three o'clock in the morning, and the redhead's mind was still trying to find the perfect proposal.
<Okay, how about… I rent a limo and take her to dinner? Nah, she'll know I'm up to something. How about, we just go to dinner… Um, not romantic enough. The park? No. The Magic Box? No. Think Willow dammit! Okay, think romance… Roses. Sunset on the beach. That sounds nice. A picnic. Yeah. With chilled champagne, and strawberries dipped in chocolate. Ok, so it's more of a desert… Scratch the sunset. How about when the moon rises? Yeah, that's nice. Okay, we're gonna need some kind of a protection spell over the area, so no baddies can come over and ruin the night. I'll get Anya to put it around. Oh! Maybe I can get some tinkerbell lights that spell "Will you marry me"? Or maybe fireflies. Ohh! That's be great! Now, I need a romantic speech. And of course, I need to get a beautiful ring for my beautiful girl. Ok, let's imagine the scene.>
And Willow did just that. She saw the scene in her head, over and over until sleep finally claimed her.
Buffy climbed into bed after a light patrol and found her best friend's journal right where she had left it. She rubbed her hands and starting leafing through it.
<Ah ha! The night when they decided to get "registered" as "domestic partners". I'm not even gonna start rambling to myself about how weird it is to call them "Domestic Partners" instead of wives. Let's see.>
These last few days, I thought about how to ask Willow to get officially registered as "domestic partners". We've been living together for years, but we can't get married, so, getting registered is the next best thing. We have Power of Attorney in case one of us gets hurt or something of the kind (Goddess forbid), but we're not officially registered. We have talked before of a Wiccan hand-fasting, and I'm sure we'll do that someday.
But let's focus on yesterday. Last night was the perfect evening to bite the bullet. Dawn and Buffy were going on patrol together and were out for the night, so me and Willow had the whole house to ourselves.
I was pretty nervous since I had no idea how to engage in this conversation with Willow. I didn't know if I should get rings or not. I had no idea how to act or what to do.
I thought a lot about the ring question, and then, I decided against it. If we get rings for every ceremony we might do, we'll have our fingers full of them.
Anyway, I was nervous. SO nervous. And when I'm nervous, I stammer. I prayed all day that my stammer wouldn't hit me at night, but I was still nervous.
I cooked dinner and I got us a bottle of wine. As I was chopping vegetables for the salad, Willow got home from work. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't hear her sneak up behind me. Only when I felt her arms circle my waist did I know she was home.
"Hello my love." she whispered in my ear.
I smiled and turned around, her arms still around me. Our eyes met, and her features softened to a pure look of love. I love Willow's eyes. They're green, with little specks of gold, amber, blue and gray. I lost count of how many specks there are. Probably because I usually get myself lost in her when I look into her eyes. I could probably spend this whole journal talking about Willow's eyes, so I better stop.
I replied with a simple "Hey sweetie." and leaned closer for a kiss.
She met me halfway, and instinctively, I cupped her face in my hands. I love doing that when we're kissing. Her lips met mine softly, and she tightened her hold on me, pulling me closer as she deepened the kiss, her tongue seeking entrance to my mouth to greet my tongue hello. It was a slow, sensual kiss, and as always, it took my breath away. She pulled back slightly, our lips practically touching.
"Baby, is it just you and me tonight?" she asked.
Her lips brushed against mine as she talked, and my lips tingled.
"Yes." I replied breathlessly, my eyes closed and my fingertips tracing the smooth contours of her delicate face, memorizing the shapes and the textures beneath them.
I felt her smile vixen-ishly against my lips as we kissed again. She sucked at my lower lip and then ran her tongue on it, making me moan. Goddess, she knows exactly how to turn me on with the slightest touch. One look, or one kiss, or one slight touch, and I'm ready to jump in bed. I wonder how people think I'm innocent.
Our tongues met and sparred, our lips crushing together as the kiss became an inferno of liquid heat. Our tongues still dancing a heated tango of passion, she led me slowly towards the wall. I knew what she planned to do, so I eagerly let her lead the way. She pressed me there with her body, her hands seeking mine, our fingers lacing together before she pinned them to the wall, over my head, our elbows bent so that both hands touched, forming a kind of cocoon around our heads.
That position always makes me feel safe, as if we're in our own little plastic bubble of joy, passion, love and desire. The security that's been missing from my life for so long. That's something else I love about Willow. She makes me feel safe. After what happened two years ago, I didn't think I'd feel safe again, but I was mistaken. Every morning, I wake up with her, and I thank the Goddess for bringing Willow in my life. Her small lithe body holds incredible strength, and she shows it to me everyday, just by the way she holds me when I'm asleep, her arms around me, her warm body against mine. The little gestures that other couples take for granted, such as the stolen looks, or the handholding take a new meaning with her. She's my strength in our fight. And I'm not just talking about the Scooby life. She encountered darkness and came out shinning brightly, the Northern Star in the inky darkness of my past. She is my past, my present, my future. Truly my always.
We kept kissing, our breath growing ragged and she slowly pulled away, releasing my hands to run her own down my arms to my sides, her palms teasing the sides of my breasts in her journey. My hands fell to her shoulders as I rested my forearms on them, while my hands were running through her coppery locks. Our foreheads were pressed together, and I felt her shallow breath on my lips. We stayed like that for a few minutes, basking in each other's loving hold. I opened my eyes and found hers closed, a smile touching her lips. She loosened her hold and drew slightly back, opening her eyes and fixing them on mine.
"How was your training?" I asked her, knowing from her clothing, her smell, the taste of her lips and the late hour that she had spent sometime training with Buffy.
Since she pretty much gave up magic, Willow started training with Buffy, acquiring some fighting skills. She does practice witchcraft, but not like before. She has a lot of power, and I knew that she needed to master it and control it which is why I taught her Wicca, the respect of magical forces. She understands her mistakes and almost never uses magic, and when she does, it's based in light and she's with me. Still, she doesn't use it in general, so she thought it would be good for her to learn how to fight. Her lithe body keeps getting more and more muscular, but not in the Amazonian-kind. More like in the fact that her muscles are more defined, without taking away any of her femininity. Her strength is great thought, especially in the bedroom, where her stamina is extraordinary. So, I'm not complaining at all.
"Workout was good. Tiring but good. Would you be offended if I got showered while dinner gets ready? I smell icky and I feel sweaty."
"Darling, you don't smell icky. You smell like you usually do after a long night of wild passionate sex. But you do feel sweaty, so, up to the showers you go." I replied, grinning.
She slowly pulled away, her eyes glinting.
"You are such a vixen. I can't even make one normal comment without you thinking of sex. What am I going to do with you?" she asked, grinning cheekily.
"You are going to enjoy it." I replied laughing. "Now, scoot up to the shower. Dinner is almost ready."
She mock saluted me. "Yes Ma'am!"
She giggled and ran upstairs, leaving me alone in my thoughts again. I finished fixing up the salad and brought the meal to the dinner table, and I sat down, waiting for my love to come downstairs.
I don't believe words exist to explain how much I love Willow. She uses the term "soul mates" but she says it pales in comparison to what we have. And I agree. After all the pain I had known growing up, I never expected to feel a love this poignant, unwavering and strong.
And to think that our connection first came through the simple touch of our hands. In the past, hands and fists always hurt me, causing bruises inflicted by the angry men of my "family". Willow is going to get sad when she reads this, she doesn't like it when I call the Maclay clan my family. She says they don't deserve me. But that's another subject I will get in some other day.
After that much pain, inflicted by hands, I welcomed Willow's touch. Her hands are smooth and fine, but they hold strength, and not the physical angry kind. They are like my mother's, but different. Willowhands are special. They touch me with infinite tenderness, almost reverently. Her fingers draw me, making me feel like a work of art. They mold me as if she was a sculptor, they enter me softly or urgently, but they never cause pain, always causing pleasure. She uses them to draw my contours, to hold me, to play me, as if she strummed a ballad, using my body as a guitar that's precious to her.
I was so lost in my Willowhand and Willowfingers fantasies that I didn't even notice her coming down the stairs.
"Baby? Are you okay?" she asked, sitting down.
"Um? Oh, yes, I'm fine. Just thinking about some things." I replied, trying to look casual.
"You just look distracted tonight. Are you sure everything's okay? Did I do something?" she asked.
I smiled and took her hand, feeling the usual spark of electricity that flowed between us.
"Everything's fine sweetie. I was just thinking about my past, and our future." I said, trying subtly to see her reaction.
She smiled somewhat sadly. "How about we only think about our future? I don't like the sadness I see in your eyes when you think about them ." She said the last word as if it was poisonous.
I smiled and agreed, and her eyes started shinning again, the Willow-spark back. We chatted and ate, and she was even more tender than usual, feeding me bites of chicken and looking at me in undisguised adoration. She had uncorked the white wine and poured me a glass.
"To us and the future my love." she toasted as she raised her glass to mine.
"To us and our future my soul mate." I answered.
We cleaned up after the meal and sat down on the couch to watch a movie. She pulled me into her embrace, between her parted legs and I laid down into my usual space. She wrapped her arms around my waist from behind, and my hands came to rest on hers. My head was pretty much resting on her shoulder. I wasn't really focusing on the movie as much as I was on the way her fingertips were caressing the skin of my stomach or the way my fingers were running up and down her arms. Again, I started thinking about security. Even just laying like this, in her arms makes me feel so safe. It makes me feel like I belong, like I have a place in the Scooby gang, and I truly believe that I do. These people are my family. Willow already gave me a family, and it feels so good. My musings were interrupted by Willow.
"Baby?" she whispered gently, her voice caressing.
"Yeah." I replied.
"I kinda need to ask you something, or more like we need to talk."
Her serious tone wasn't lost on me, and I got up from her embrace. She held my hands and took a few deep breaths. I was really starting to wonder what she was gonna say, and for a second, a flash of insecurity came to the surface.
"Willow, y-you're m-making me n-nervous. And I also wanna talk to you about something."
She looked up at me and smiled.
"You shouldn't be nervous about this, I promise it's nothing bad. Have your really thought of our future? I mean, have you pictured us staying here with Buffy and Dawn forever?"
I smiled. "I always thought we'd do a hand-fasting ceremony, and we'd get a house together, not too far from here, and we would live there until we get old and gray. Together."
"Well, I… um… What do you think of the house next door? The Stevenson's place."
"I… um… I don't know what it's like inside, but it looks really nice from the outside." I was starting to get really curious.
"Did you notice the For Sale sign on the lawn?"
I started understanding what she was getting at, and I felt my heart burst with happiness. I nodded.
"Well, I was thinking that … um… maybe we could, you know… buy the house and um… move out of here." she continued, looking in my eyes.
I felt my tears start to flow and I hugged her, nodding my head.
"Great! I'll call the real estate company and talk to them tomorrow. Now," she said, pulling back from the hug, "what do you want to talk to me about?"
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Willow, d-do you wanna get registered as a 'domestic partner'?"
She smiled, her eyes widening. "Oh yes! Yes! I'd love to baby!"
I smiled, a smile straight from the heart and she leaned over and kissed me. Her hands cupped my face, her fingertips touching my skin as if I were made of fine porcelain. Slowly, her tongue traced my lips and I parted them to allow her tongue entrance. Her tongue entered my mouth gently, licking my tongue, caressing it with the sweetness of her touch. I melted into the kiss, feeling nothing besides the subtle touches of Willow's fingertips tracing my jaw and then creeping to my neck and the touch of her lips and tongue sliding sensually against mine like two sweat-covered bodies rocking together in a slow dance of love.
Slowly, she pulled back from the kiss and gazed into my eyes, brushing away some stray strands of my hair from my face. Her smile was an arch of warm red, tenderly beckoning to me, her eyes were liquid pools of green, enveloping me in a loving embrace and her fingers were a painter's soft brush, tracing the lines of my face and neck as if drawing me anew. She is an artist, and I'm her favorite painting, the one she keeps perfecting with soft strokes of paint.
As if reading my thoughts, she said: "You're a renaissance painting. Even Botticelli couldn't paint someone as exquisite as you."
I blushed and replied that she was exaggerating.
"No, I'm not." she said, running her fingers, soft like butterfly wings on my lips.
I seriously don't understand what I did to be rewarded with having Willow in my life. She keeps telling me that she's the lucky one, and we usually start the bantering there, until we finally agree that we're both lucky.
Her words, her compliments keep getting more and more tender, loving. She always finds new images to describe me with. Willow is also a poet. Her words flow languidly over me like the softest caress she can bestow.
Her hands dropped from my face and find mine, entwining them tightly together, molding them in a sculpture of love. She got up and led me upstairs.
<Dear God! I see now why Willow says Tara is the artist! Her writing is just… wow! She writes better than that author we studied… Lord Baritone! Or something. God, I need a glass of water.> Buffy thought as she got up and headed towards the kitchen.
Buffy quickly got herself a glass of ice water and took it upstairs with her. The house and the street were quiet, Buffy was probably the only one awake at this hour on their block. She sank back into her still warm bed and opened the journal at the page she was reading. She drank half the glass before scanning the page to find where she left off. Once she found it, she became engrossed in the journal again.
She got up and led me upstairs. I followed her wordlessly, the different emotions in my body becoming a cacophony of feelings. She closed the door behind us and silently we undressed slowly, our eyes never leaving the other's. She walked to me naked, her white skin flushed to a light pink, and as soon as her hands ran up and down my sides, the cacophony stopped to be replaced by a melody of love and passion. No words were needed from us, as her eyes and her touch said all the words that needed to be expressed. We kissed, our lips brushing heatedly to the rhythm of our hearts before I licked slowly at Willow's lips. She opened her mouth and I slid my tongue inside, hers meeting mine to tease it in a seductive dance. They swam around each other, lost in the delirious feeling of warmth and wetness. I pulled away slowly, pulling her bottom lip for a second before releasing it. I led her to the bed and laid down on top of her, supporting some of my weight on my left arm, while my right hand explored her body, a landscape so familiar to my fingertips. My hair fell around her face like a curtain, shutting us off from the world. She ran her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer to her as her tongue slowly explored my mouth. Her hands drifted from my hair to my neck and shoulders, finally finding my breasts. Her fingers squeezed my already hard nipples and I arched my back, pushing myself more into her. I placed a thigh between hers before shifting them so that our legs were scissored, our centers rubbing together. Our bodies started dancing to the sounds of our breathing and our moans, while our hands were intensifying the symphony.
I molded her small perky breasts in my hand, loving the way the just fit, like our bodies, two pieces of the same puzzle coming together. I started kissing her neck, licking the entire length before finding the quivering skin of her right pulse point. I nipped at it, my teeth leaving small imprints in their wake. I then sucked the skin into my mouth, making Willow shudder and moan as I sucked it languidly. I then did the same to the left pulse point before placing butterfly-kisses all over her sternum. As we continued rocking to our slow rhythm, I leant down and sucked her nipple in my mouth, my hand migrating to the other one. She arched her back, and the movement made her wet pussy push more into mine. I moaned and suckled more deeply at her strawberry-colored nipple. Goddess, I love the taste of her skin, it's intoxicating.
After thoroughly ravishing her right breast, I switched sides while her own hands were gliding towards my derrière, squeezing the flesh, intensifying our dancing. She pushed and pulled me with every back and forth motion, our clits kissing over and over again, harder each time. The music we were making swelled as our hearts bet faster, our breathing getting shallower. We rocked faster, our hips grinding into each other, our clits jumping under the contact. My blood was pounding in my veins, and I could hear it mixing with the melody. As I felt our orgasms near, I clasped her hands and pinned them over her head, kissing her deeply. Our tongue caressing each other made the dance even more heated.
I broke the kiss and opened my eyes as I felt my orgasm start in my legs and traveling at incredible speed towards my center, before I started imploding. Willow's orgasm was also starting and we came together, the symphony reaching it's zenith, our eyes never leaving the other's for more than a second. I slowly entangled myself and laid my head down on her pillow, my right hand grasping her left shoulder. We were face to face and we stayed that was until our breathing got back to it's normal tempo.
But our desire was still running in our veins as we started kissing again. This time, lust overrode tenderness. I wanted to taste her, to feel her essence on my tongue, on my fingers and in my mouth, baptizing me in her sweet juices. I pulled her tongue in my mouth, sucking it feverishly, my teeth scraping it, making her moan in my mouth. I broke off the kiss and gazed in her eyes, her pupils dilated with a hungry want and need.
"I want you. Now." was all I could say, my tongue thick in my mouth.
"Well, I'm not complaining, nothing of the complain-y type in…"
The rest of Willow's words were forgotten as I kissed her, hard, my tongue plunging in her open mouth, tasting, feeling, wanting, taking, possessing. Willow is mine, and her body is my playground. And I love to play.
The kiss kept intensifying, her hand drifting to cup my nape to pull me closer. The kiss deepened, and I drank deeper from her, wanting to drink my fill, to become inebriated by her sweet nectar. Our tongues clashed, fighting for dominance and she tried to flip me on my back. I found back with my tongue and managed to move on top of her, pinning her down under me. She smiled under my lips.
"Ooh, Take-charge Tara is here, huh?" she whispered as I pulled away slightly.
"Yeah." I replied before leaning down and kissing her again.
This time, I pulled her tongue in my mouth, sucking it as she moaned in my mouth. The sliver of air that entered my mouth only heightened my arousal and I broke the kiss, urgently moving south. I kissed her jaw, trailing hot feverish kisses to her right ear. I kissed the lobe and teased it with my tongue before I sucked it into my mouth, making her moan again. I released it and glided down the smooth skin of her neck, sometimes pacing little open-mouthed kisses and other teasing the flesh with my tongue. She groaned when I reached her right pulse point. She loves it when I tease that particular spot. And tease it I did, licking it, feeling her strong, fast heartbeat under my tongue, tasting the salty tang of her sweat on my tongue. I nibbled at the skin beneath my mouth, pulling it slightly with my teeth before I drew it in my mouth, sucking at it heatedly, marking her as mine. She wears the marks of our love-making proudly, loving the fact that she belongs to me, just like I'm proud of the hickeys she puts on my neck, showing to the world that I belong to her.
"Ohh yeahh." she moaned.
When I thought the mark was perfect, I kissed it and moved lower, placing hot open-mouthed kisses on her sternum while one of my hands followed my trail, caressing the skin that my mouth touched. I slid lower between her parted legs, my right hand kneading the flesh of her left breast, while my mouth found the right one. I nuzzled it, rubbed my hand on it, and watched in excitement as the nipple puckered and hardened. It was almost begging me to ravish it with my mouth, so I leaned down and kissed it before I ran my tongue on it. Willow moaned and arched her back, urging me to take the pebbled nub into my mouth. I drew the nipple in my mouth, biting it gently and pulling it lightly. Willow groaned and her right hand, which was stroking the soft skin of my neck, cupped my head and pulled me closer. I pulled the nipple in my mouth and closed my lips on it, sucking at it urgently. Willow moaned in gratitude and I switched breasts, fingering her saliva coated nipple with my thumb and forefinger while my mouth paid reverence to her left breast. After sucking the nipple, I licked it again, loving the feel of it tickling my tongue. I saw a bead of sweat running down the valley between Willow's breasts and I stopped my explorations to lick it. Being rewarded with another taste of Willow-ness.
I started trailing kisses lower, pausing to suck lightly at the undersides of Willow's breasts. I kissed my way down Willow's taut stomach, feeling her muscles tightening under my mouth. Her hands were stroking my hair, tenderly running them on my shoulders. I finally reached her belly-button and kissed it. I licked at it, earning a gasp from above and I dipped my tongue in it before I kissed my way down to Willow's center.
I knew that I found the ambrosia I was searching for, the smell of her making my mouth water. I licked the outer lips and they parted for me, as if welcoming me to explore further inside. I took the invitation eagerly and I licked the inner lips lightly, reveling in her succulent taste.
"Oh God! Yesss! Oh Tara, oh baby!" Willow hissed through clenched teeth, her face morphing into a mask of pleasure as she lifted her hips, looking for more.
With one hand, I pushed apart the outer lips, before diving my tongue in her folds. My tongue made contact with her clit and she bucked her hips. I licked at it slowly, trying to lengthen the pleasure, but Willow groaned and bucked her hips. I lowered my tongue and dove right into her well of pleasure. She moaned loudly and rocked her hips in rhythm with my thrusts. I reveled in the warmth, the wetness, the taste, the smell and the flesh surrounding me. I was surrounded in Willow-ness. And I loved it.
I kept pumping inside her with my tongue for a few moments before I drew out to lick and suck at her bundle of nerves. Two of my fingers found their way to her entrance and drove inside her. With each thrust, Willow's moans amplified. My mouth was sucking at her clit while my other hand found hers and entwined them together, fingers lacing and palms pressing together. The tingle of electricity we always feel energized me and I started pumping harder, deeper into her while I sucked faster on her nub. I looked up and saw her in ecstasy, her head thrown back, her chest rising and falling fast, her breathing shallow. My face was locked on hers, taking in her neck veins, swollen with the speed of her blood circulation.
I started to feel her thigh muscles contract, and I pumped feverishly into her, tonguing her clit while sucking it. I felt her orgasm start to take over and suddenly, she opened her eyes and locked them with mine. She squeezed my hand tighter and her inner muscles contracted around my fingers and she closed her eyes to toss back her head again, screaming out wordlessly as the orgasm took her over. Her juices flowed freely on my hand and I slowed the movement, letting go of her clit to lap up her release. Her body relaxed and I finished drinking in the last of her happiness. I drew out my fingers and sucked them into my mouth, taking in one last taste of her before I moved back up to her side, hugging her tight. The smile she had one her face looked like nothing could erase it.
"Baby, that was… wow!" she said, her eyes still closed, breathing heavily.
"I aim to please." I replied, smirking.
She grinned and opened her eyes. "Did I tell you today how much I love you?"
"Well, yeah, but it never hurts to repeat it." I replied, smugly.
"I love you Tara. I love you so much it hurts when you're not with me."
I felt my eyes start to glint with unshed tears of happiness. "I love you too Willow. More than I'll ever be able to express."
We laid down for a few minutes, just enjoying each other's presence before Willow's second wind kicked in. Let's just say it was a fun night.
I have to go now, but I'll try to write more about Willow, her hands, her tongue and their mischievous doings later.
With this message I depart…
Willow + Tara = infinity x infinity
Love you always,
Your Tara.
Buffy looked dumbfounded at the journal. <I so need to find me a Wiccan girlfriend with a talented tongue. Ohh, that's so cute! She did the math thing for Willow. They're so perfect for each other. I'm gonna do everything to make their wedding special. They're worth it.> Buffy sighed and placed the journal on her night table before settling down to sleep.
Morning came and Willow woke up to find Tara still asleep. Usually, the blonde would always wake up before Willow, except the times when Willow's brain wouldn't leave its owner alone. And the night before was absolutely in that category. Willow had dreamed the few hours she had slept of the proposal. She had dreamed of various scenarios, various places and even various answers the blonde could give her, ranging from a simple yes to a simple no.
<That simple word: no. How can a simple small word shut down a person's hope? But yes is short and simple and it can make me the happiest person on this earth. I'm gonna make sure she sees what she gets if she says yes. Yeppers, she'll see. Morning means… right, breakfast. So, breakfast I shall make.> Willow thought as she slowly untangled herself from Tara's embrace.
Tara frowned in her sleep and hugged Willow's pillow to her, calmed by the smell of her lover on it. Willow smiled, and trudged downstairs to make breakfast for her lover.
It was something she did as often as she could, but since Tara was an early riser, her lover would usually make breakfast. Willow made blueberry pancakes and poured two glasses of juice, along with two mugs of steaming coffee and settled everything on a tray before going back upstairs.
She found Tara still cuddling the pillow, but the quiet little moans she was making deep in her throat showed how close she was to waking up. She placed the tray on the nightstand and crouched in front of the bed.
"Wake up baby."
Tara's eyes immediately fluttered open. She focused her eyes on the green ones staring back at her and smiled.
"Morning sweetie." Tara said, her voice scratchy from sleep.
"Morning baby." Willow replied, leaning down and capturing Tara's lips in a sweet kiss, lips and tongues grazing.
Willow pulled back and set the platter on Tara's lap, smiling softly.
"Aww, sweetie, why didn't you wake me up? You didn't have to bring me breakfast in bed." Tara said, smiling at her lover, even though she did secretly like being pampered.
"I wanted to. I would bring ya breakfast in bed everyday if I could. Every single day of our lives. I'm planning on spoiling you rotten." Willow finished, grinning.
She settled down next to Tara in bed and they ate their breakfast, feeding each other bites of syrup-soaked pancakes. Tara fed an extra-syrupy bite to Willow and the sticky syrup dribbled on her chin. Before Willow could wipe it off, Tara was there, her tongue licking the stickiness from Willow's skin. Willow shivered as Tara's lips joined and she sucked at Willow's chin before trailing her mouth upward, joining Willow's lips in a slow kiss. Willow parted her lips, inviting Tara inside, and she responded, plunging her tongue into the warmth. Willow tasted the syrup on her lover's tongue and decided to wring it out by sucking at Tara's tongue passionately. Tara moaned, the feel of Willow sucking her tongue while her own was flicking it was making her lightheaded. She tried to turn more towards Willow when she remembered the platter that was still in her lap. She groaned her displeasure, and Willow's lips curved into a smile.
<Ooh, Tara wants to play, huh?> Willow thought.
Slowly, Willow let go of Tara's tongue and they broke the kiss slowly, both trying to draw out the contact of their lips. They finally lost the contact, both women breathing raggedly, their lips reddened and wet. They looked into each other's eyes, seeing the desire swirling in the colored globes. They leaned in again, slowly, looking at each other's lips, drawn together.
The phone rang.
Willow's face turned to the phone and glared at it angrily.
"Damn phone, who would call in the morning? Breaking up smoochie time…" Willow grumbled before answering the phone with a tight "Hello."
"Yeah… uhuh… but… oh, alright… I'm coming… Give me twenty minutes!" she replied before hanging up.
She turned to face Tara. "Baby, that was work. I have to go." Willow said, pouting, obviously displeased by the turn of events.
Tara smiled and kissed Willow lightly. "Actually," she said, looking at her watch. "I have to leave soon too. Go shower, we'll get back to this tonight." she finished, kissing Willow again.
Willow kissed her back and got up, grumbling something about "damn work getting in the way of gay lovin'". Tara laughed and continued her breakfast, letting her thoughts drift to Willow's sweetness. She was proud to be the one Willow wanted to pamper and to take care of. The love she felt for the redhead kept growing everyday, and her heart could burst from happiness. But it didn't burst, it just kept growing bigger and bigger. She sighed happily and drank her juice before getting up and stretching.
Willow came back from her shower and dressed up while Tara was taking her own shower. They met in front of the door and kissed goodbye. Willow got in her car, a happy smile in her face.
<Gonna work hard and fast, then, I start looking for a ring for my honey…> she thought happily.
Buffy was coming out of her house, still grumpy when she saw Tara walking over to her.
"Hey Tare." Buffy greeted, smiling as she remembered what she read the night before and that Willow and Tara could get married legally.
"Hey Buffy. I was wondering if you could give me a ride. Willow was called in and had to leave early."
"Sure thing! Hop in!" she replied, unlocking the car doors.
Tara got in, smiling at her friend's chirpiness.
Willow was walking through ever Sunnydale jewelry shop, in search of the perfect ring. So far, she had visited three shops and hadn't found something that spoke to her. She wanted to find something beautiful, something special. Yet everything she had seen was too classic or too common.
She decided to get a mocha and think when she saw a new jeweler's, a shop that had just opened. She decided to check it out and crossed the street.
Walking into the store, she immediately felt something weird… a wiccan's powerful presence. The shop keeper was a woman, not much older than her. She had striking blue eyes and black hair and a feeling of peace all around her. Willow smiled.
"Hello." the shopkeeper said. "My name's Samantha, may I help you? Are you looking for something special?"
Willow smiled when she saw some special looking rings and pendants. She was in a Wiccan jewelry store.
<Talk about coincidence.> she thought wryly.
"Yes, I'm looking for an engagement ring. Something…"
"Special." The shop keeper finished, smiling. He moved to a glass case and motioned Willow at it.
"Here are our engagement rings. If you have a design in mind, we can also make it."
Willow looked through the glass an she was pulled to a ring. She looked at it again and asked the woman to let her see it up close. The woman opened the case and slid the ring towards Willow on a velvet pad. Willow looked closely at the gold ring. It had 6 tiny diamonds framing a sapphire stone, it's deep blue instinctively reminding her of her lover's eyes when she was aroused. The ring was simple and beautiful.
Willow smiled and knew it was the one. She looked up at the woman and smiled.
"That's the one."
Willow gave the woman Tara's ring size and said she'd pick it up the day after. The woman agreed and Willow paid for the ring. She left, smiling and she almost skipped down the street to the Expresso Pump.
Willow entered the Magic Box with two cups of mochas, the bell overhead signaling her entrance to a joyous sounding Anya.
"Welcome to the Magic… oh, it's you. How are you doing Willow?" Anya asked politely, secretly crestfallen that it was only Willow who came in and not a money-spending customer.
"Hey Anya. I'm doing great! Here's a mocha!" Willow continued, giving the startled blonde one of the cups she was carrying.
"What's the favor you want to ask me Willow?" Anya asked her. Her eyes looked over the store and found no one, so she sat down facing Willow at the heavy research table.
"What makes you say… Oh fine! I just wanna talk to you for a minute." Willow replied, trying to see if the blonde would listen to her. "It's about Tara." she added, hoping to score a point in her favor.
Anya smiled. Then frowned. "You aren't going to break up again, right? I don't want you to. You are perfect together."
Willow chuckled. "No Anya, we're not breaking up. I wanted to ask you, as Tara's best friend… did she ever talk to you about getting married to me, or an engagement or something of the kind?" Willow asked, taking a sip of her mocha and biting her lower lip.
Anya eyed Willow up and down. "You're going to ask her, aren't you? I bet you will have a great wedding, and Tara won't leave you at the altar, and you won't either. I hope you will be very happy."
"Thanks Anya… so, tell me, did Tara ever talk to you about the proposal?" Willow replied, smiling.
"Well…" Anya started, "she did tell me once that whomever of you two proposed wouldn't be important and nothing would matter unless the answer. She said that she would want it to be something simple. That's all she said."
"Ok, gotcha, simple!" Willow looked at her watch. "I have to go. One last thing, please don't tell anyone about this, especially not Tara. I want it to be a surprise, ok?"
"Yes Willow, my mouth is shut, I won't talk about it." Anya replied, smiling. "Like many things concerning you two sex crazed lesbians." she continued under her breath.
Willow smiled at her, not having heard her last remark and left, waving.
<Great! Now the two lesbians are going to get married and have even more orgasms! And they can have plenty of sex and not worry about being impregnated by accident! I should have been a lesbian!> Anya thought as she looked up the door to see two young women entering the shop.
She rubbed her hands together and went to serve and help the customers, inwardly chanting her mantra.
Later that afternoon, Dawn poked her head in Buffy's room.
<She isn't in, makes things easier!> Dawn thought as she made her way to her sister's closet.
She rummaged through the clothing for a minute before picking out a black see through top. As she turned around, she caught a glimpse of something unusual by her sister's bed.
<Oh my god! Buffy has a book! Buffy can read!>
She took a step closer and noticed that the 'book' was unusual.
<Ok, this is weird. Buffy is reading a book that's leather-bound. Not the usual style of the romance books she reads.>
She walked to the night table and picked up the heavy 'book' and opened it on the first page. Her eyes widened as she took in the title.
<Oh My GOD! Willow and Tara's sex journals! Oh god! They must've given it to Buffy to give it for me for the advice I asked them. Never knew they would do this. But why didn't Buffy give it to me? Oh my God! She's reading it! This is so wrong of Buffy! It's sweet of them, but I shouldn't read it either.>
She started flipping unconsciously through the journal stopping at an entry that went back to her High School graduation and that was entitled 'The Spanish Kiss'.
<Ok, what the hell is a Spanish kiss? Oh hell, I'll read this one and then return it to Willow and Tara. After all, it's for educational purposes.> she tried to convince herself.
Today was Dawn's graduation day. We all went of course. Tara started crying at the ceremony, repeating over and over that her little girl is growing up and that she doesn't need her anymore. I tried comforting her the best I could, telling her that we'll have children of our own someday and that Dawn will still love her like she used to. We are so proud of Dawn. So very proud of how she grew up and proud of the woman she became. But she'll always be in our hearts the little girl who lived with me and Tara while Buffy was dead. Looking at Tara and watching her smile throughout the ceremony, I knew in my heart and in my soul that she'd make a wonderful mother. One day we'll make a decision together and either conceive through magic or with insemination. Although, I'd love that our kids would look like us only.
Anyway, after the ceremony, Tara saw one of her friends and excused herself to go talk to her. As she strutted along, I watched her and saw a senior, one of Dawn's friend go and talk to Tara. I saw her smile at him and thought deep inside 'She's mine! Get your own!'
I got up and joined her, finding her telling the guy that she's not single.
"I'm really s-sorry, but I'm not single. I mean, I'm s-sure you're a gr-great guy and all, but ev-even though I was s-single, I wouldn't g-go out with you since I'm gay and I found the love of my life." she said, taking my hand.
The guy looked from me to Tara and finally smiled.
"I'm sorry, I had no idea. I'm glad you're happy." he said, walking away.
I smirked and squeezed her hand before she gave me a kiss and left waving to her friend Nancy. I went back to Dawn's side and we stood looking at the people swarming around. My eyes never left Tara as she chatted with her friend. I love the way she interacts with other people, the way she smiles or blushes. I just plain love that woman. My woman, my lover.
After the ceremony and all of that, we went back home, and Dawn left to go to a party while Buffy went on patrol. I love it when Tara and I have the house to ourselves. Which tells me sometimes that we should move and get our own place.
We looked at each other and wordlessly, we ascended the stairs. I closed the door behind us and I just gazed at her for a while. She crept closer to me and drapped her arms aroumd my neck, while mine found their place around her stomach. We just held each other for a few minutes, just happy to be there, wrapped in the warm embrace. She pulled back slightly and looked deep into my eyes, mine boring into her deep blue orbs, now becoming smokier, as if liquid passion was seeping into them. I felt my mouth becoming dry as I switched my gaze from her eyes to her rosy lips, now slightly parted, as if in invitation. She leaned towards me and her lips met mine, brushing sensually against each other. Slowly, she kissed my upper lip, then my lower one before pulling it slightly with her teeth, then running her tongue on it, soothing the bite mark. I pulled her closer to me, my hands snaking lightly under her top to slowly run my fingertips on the warm skin of her lower back while her hands drifted to play with my hair, running her fingers through the red tendrils, her fingertips massaging my nape while pulling my face closer, our lips tighter. I sucked her lower lip into my mouth and sucked it lighlty, running my tongue on the smooth flesh. She moaned lightly, wanting more and she parted her lips, wanting to feel my tongue in her mouth. I slid my tongue in and she devoured it, nipping it with her teeth before sucking it deeply into her warm mouth. I felt my wetness start to pool between my legs. I never thought that just kissing could provoke this kind of reaction in me until I kissed Tara for the first time.
We stood there, kissing each other sensuously while breathing through our noses, trying to prolong the lip lock. We had to pull back and we stood there, our foreheads together while we tried to catch our breath.
"That's a French kiss." Tara said, her breath tickling my lips, still wet from the kiss.
"Uh huh." I replied, not understanding where she was getting at.
"Want me to show you the Spanish one?" she asked, her lips curling into a leering grin.
I swallowed once and nodded.
"It's a geography and language lesson. Are you sure you wanna take this class?" Tara asked, her eyes blazing.
"Oh God yes! I bet the Spanish kiss is spicy." I replied, having finally regained my speech.
She smiled mysteriously and for a minute, I thought she was just kidding me.
"Wait, you're not gonna bite into a jalapeno pepper and kiss me right?"
She laughed, the low rumble I love hearing from her and she shook her head.
"Class starts on the bed, in full birthday-suit in five minutes. Don't come... late." she said, her eyes darkening even more.
'Goddess, if only Tara had been a Spanish professor in High School. I would've learned how to use my tongue... I mean speak in tongues! I am such a perv!' was exactly what I told myself when I saw the wicked grin on Tara's face.
I quickly undressed and I laid down on the bed on my side, my head propped up on my hand, elbow bent. Tara looked at her watch and smiled, her eyes devouring me. I shivered from the look of utter lust that was on her face.
"Class begins now." she said as she turned towards the small stereo in our room and popped in a CD.
Sensual latino music streamed out of the speakers, and a woman's deep voice joined in. Even though I don't understand the words, they made my arousal shoot up as I imagined what the woman was saying. I looked at Tara expectingly.
"Spanish is a sensual language, isn't it Willow?" she purred while slowly swaying to the music, her hands starting to slowly tease the hems of her peasant top. I swallowed and nodded, the room's temperature starting to rise steadily.
Her hands started to lift up the cumbersome material of her top, and now dancing with the music, she stripped off her shirt, letting it fall down near her feet. She continued dancing as her hands drifted down her own body, her palms running down her breasts to her stomach finally arriving at her hips. My breathing hitched as I watched a small shadow emerge on each satin-clad breast. I saw her nipples hardening and all I wanted was to move off the bed and lick them, taste them, suck them. God, my mouth felt dry and yet it watered at the sight of those precious exquisite nubs. She saw me looking at them and she reached up a hand to pull back her hair, her back arching and her breasts straining against their confines. She ran her hands down to her hips again, this time starting to slowly unzip the skirt.
"You see the key word here is sensuality and rhythm." And to demonstrate this, she started moving her hips in circles as the skirt fell down. She was left in a pair of low-cut panties and her satin bra. She kicked the skirt away and continued her sinuous movements, her hips falling into the music's hard rhythm.
I gulped and tried to control myself. It was a lost battle. I felt my wetness start to trickle down my thighs. I squeezed my legs together trying to tell the ache that was starting to grow to shut up. I knew that if I reached towards myself, Tara would stop. And I didn't want her to stop, I never do. So, all I could do was to grip the bed spread tightly. I swallowed down again and watched.
Tara's hands now entered the dance, gliding like butterfly wings across her body. They stopped once she reached her breasts. She squeezed them lightly before moving her hands towards the clasp of her bra, arching her back. I heard a soft click and she slowly lowered a strap then the other before taking of the bra and throwing it to me. I watched unmoving as the bra fell on my hip. I sat up some and rested my back on the headboard before I took the bra and sniffed it. Her Tara-y scent was all over it. As I sniffed the air, I realized that there were two scents permanating the room, my own arousal and Tara's. I could almost taste her wetness on my tongue, on my lips, in my mouth and all I could do to not reach out was to sit on my hands. For a second, Tara looked like she was about to protest, but when she saw that I just lifted my hips to sit on my hands, and not to touch myself, she smiled and continued dancing.
"Do you know what 'Te Amo' means?" she asked me as she slowly pinched her nipples, her body moving to the rhythm of the second song.
I nodded, happy to have remembered how to say 'I Love You' in Spanish. I cleared my throat several times before I answered.
"It means 'I love you'." I finally whispered.
She smiled and nodded as her hands started tweaking her own nipples. All I wanted to do was jump up from the bed and just plain ravish her. It took me all I could to hold on.
"Do you know what 'Desde che senti tu cuerpo, ya non puedo resistir' means?"
I tried to figure out what it meant, but my mind wasn't really focused on Spanish at that instant. My body was focused entirely on the body dancing in front of me, the body of my lover. I shook my head.
"It means 'From the moment I saw your body, I knew I couldn't resist'."
I looked at my almost naked lover still dancing and I repeated the words, seeing her smile. I looked in her eyes and I said:
"Te amo mucho."
"Good, you've been a good student. It's time for the geography part of this class." she said as she crawled onto the bed.
She told me to lie down on my back and I complied. She laid herself down between my spread legs, my wetness smearing the flushed and slightly sweaty skin of her stomach. I couldn't hold in my moans anymore and I released a low one, deep in my throat. She leaned down and kissed me, sliding her tongue in my mouth. I moaned again as she grazed my tongue with hers, over and over, and as I felt the heat rising further.
She pulled back, her eyes a blazing inferno of passion that shot arrows of fire into my already molten core. She was melting me, and I was loving each and every moment of it.
She breathed hotly in my ear, whispering:
"That's a French kiss. The Spanish kiss starts lower."
She started kissing my neck, licking and biting slowly at my flesh. She sucked lightly at my pulse point before going licking her way down to my breasts.
"You see, the Spanish kiss starts here, at the peaks of the Pyrenees." she said, running her tongue on my aching nipples.
Her wet warm tongue slowly bathing them made me arch my back to push myself more in her mouth, begging her to take them and to suck them. I was beyond the normal thinking stage and all I could feel was this gaping hole that Tara was slowly filling as she complied and drew the entire aureola into her mouth before releasing some of the flesh, leaving only my nipple in her warm haven, sucking it in earnest. I was lost in a spiral of want. She switched nipples, giving its twin the same treatment while toying with the other one, her saliva making it slick and hard, her fingers hardening it even more, the contact making them hyper sensitive. I thought fleetingly that I could come just from this, but I wanted more. God, I wanted so much more!
As if reading my mind, Tara removed the nipple from her mouth.
"After you explore the peaks, you lower yourself to the plains of Barcelona." she said as she started to move lower, placing kisses on the undersides of my breasts and down to my tummy.
I felt my abs clench underneath her lips, and I felt her lips curl up. She started to slowly lick around my belly button, slowly making her way to the depression.
"There... are... so... many.. beautiful... sites... in... those... plains..." she continued, punctuating each word by dipping her tongue in the shallow hole.
My moans seemed to never stop as her words, her lips, her tongue and the way her movements made her flesh brush against my soaked center seemed to be pushing me one step further into madness. I would have begged if I knew it was going to get her to move faster, but I knew she would just linger more. So I just bit my lower lip and stayed there as my body lay twitching in front of her, each new move of her body making me feel her breasts brush against my soaked pussy.
Slowly she dipped her head and began to head south much to my relief. She started kissing my lower stomach, her mouth soon finding itself in front of my mound.
"After a thorough exploration of the plains, you arrive at the coast, where you can smell the clean scent of the sea, and where you start to feel the humidity." she said before she leaned her face closer to my throbbing desire point. She drew a lungful of air and I saw her nostrils twitching as my frangrance drifted into her. She placed a lingering kiss on top of my mound and then raised her heavy-lidded gaze to lock with my unfocused one. She smiled.
'Don't tell me you're stopping! Please don't tell me that!' I screamed inwardly.
I bucked my hips, trying to make her understand, but she just looked at me, smiling mischievously.
"Now, the question is, should I take a dip in the Mediterrean sea? Should I taste the sweet yet salty wetness on my lips, in my mouth, should I feel it coating my skin?"
Her words did nothing but highten my frustration and my arousal. I nodded, my head bobbing up and down. "Yes, please Tara, take a dip, even a swim! Please!" I said as I bucked my hips again.
She smiled and leaned forward, parting my swollen lips.
"Oh Willow." she purred. "You are so fucking wet."
I whimpered and moaned out when I felt Tara lean more into me and take a long slow lick from bottom to top, her tongue grazing my throbbing clitoris. She began slowly lapping up my essence, being slow but thorough. I wanted more, I needed more. The rhythm was too slow, and the contact her tongue made with my clit was too fleeting. I bucked my hips to show her what I wanted, but one of her hands pinned my hips to the bed and continued her slow exploration. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and I started begging.
"Please Tara, please! Please stop teasing, I'm begging you! Pleas... Ohh Fuck!" I said as she eased two fingers deep inside me.
I bucked my hips again but this time installing a deep hard rhythm.
"So, you understand the concept of rhythm sweetie?" she asked, her voice a hot whisper against my clitoris.
"Oh Yes!" I moaned out as her hard thrusts brought me closer to a mind-blowing orgasm.
She sped up her thrusts, her fingers pumping into me as my hips danced to her rhythm. The only sounds in the room were the still-playing music and our own gasps and moans. In a sudden moment of lucidity, I pulled on her shoulders, motioning her to move back up. She did so and looked in my eyes, easing a bit on the hard rhythm.
"I want to look at you when I come." I barely gasped out.
She smiled and continued thrusting, her eyes locked on mine. I wound my hands in her hair, holding on like a mare's reigns. She drove deeper into me and I felt myself falling. I wanted to let her know that she was the only one that could make me feel like this.
"I'm coming... for you... Ta... RA!" I screamed out as I felt myself falling into bliss, feeling my inner muscles lock tight around her fingers. I held onto her hair as my hips slammed forward, my eyes closing for a second before opening again to lose myself into her smoky blue depths.
"Ride the waves." she whispered as she continued to thrust, slower, riding out my orgasm.
I felt my muscles start to relax and I was able to breathe again, albeit heavily. My hands which were tangled in her hair let go of their grip and they fell to my side. I drew in a shaky breath as she folded me in her arms, rocking me slowly. When my heart beat slowed down some, I looked in her eyes and smiled.
"I knew learning was fun, but not this much fun! Baby, that was... just wow."
She smiled and nodded. "I'm glad you enjoyed the class." she replied smirking.
"I loved the class. Let me show you how much..." I said as I leaned over and kissed her, slowly easing her on her back. My tongue slid inside of her parted lips as I shifted to straddle her...
Dawn looked awestruck for a moment. She wan't so much shocked at the kind of language the witches used in the throes of passion, she had heard their nightly sexcapades more than once and knew what guttermouths they were, but more at the passion in each and every one of Willow's words. She closed the journal before leaning over and taking her sister's phone in her hand and dialing a number.
"Hey Amanda. I'm good baby, and you? Good. I was just wondering if you wanted to get together tonight. Yeah, there's something I wanna show you. I'll see you at eight at your room. Ok, I love you too." she said into the receiver before hanging up and smiling wickedly.
<I never thought of this Spanish kiss. I'm so gonna thank them later for this.>
She took the journal and skipped to her room to get ready for her date.
Willow arrived home later that afternoon. She dropped her keys on the end table near the phone and noticed her lover's key set was there too.
"Tara?" Willow called out. "Baby? I'm home!"
She heard footsteps upstairs and then her lover's voice drifted down to her ears.
"Honey, could you start cutting the salad? Dinner's pretty much ready!"
"Sure baby." Willow said as she walked towards the small bathroom. She washed her hands and went to the kitchen. She got out the vegetables she needed and started cutting them, as her mind drifted to the proposal scene again.
<Mmm, now where was I? Oh, yes. The moon is just rising, we're on a romantic picnic, and now, I gotta give her the speech… Ok, think Rosenberg, romantic, but not too sappy. I don't wanna guilt her into it. Yeah, Romantic. Ok, let's think… Ok: Tara, my love, we've been together for five years now, and I've been loving each and every moment I've spent with you… Ok, no, she'll think I wanna break up or something…. Damn! Ok. Tara, my love, I love you, you love me, let's get hitched? NO! Ok, that was bad, very bad. And there should be no badness while proposing, and that wasn't romantic at all. Ok…>
Willow was startled from her thoughts when she felt two very cold hands drift under her blouse.
"Eep!" she squeaked as the cold hands touched her warm skin.
She tried to turn around, but she was pinned against the counter by a warm curvaceous body. She felt warm full lips placing soft delicate kisses behind her ear.
"Mmmm… someone's feeling horny…" Willow breathed out as the lips continued their tasting.
"I missed you… I want you." Tara's husky voice replied before she lightly sucked on the skin behind Willow's ear.
Willow moaned softly before replying. "Mmm, I do too."
"So, can I have you? Right here, right now…"
Willow's hands joined Tara's under her shirt and she laced their fingers together before moving both hands to her own satin-clad breasts. She squeezed them, muffling a groan as her nipples swelled under her lover's cold touch.
"Take me. I'm yours." she whimpered as Tara's fingernails started scraping lightly over the satin covering her erect nipples.
"Baby, that feels so good…" Willow continued as she felt the contact sending sparks to her center.
Willow closed her eyes and rested her head on her lover's shoulder while Tara continued kissing and licking her neck, trailing her scorching lower lip up the smooth flesh. Tara's nimble fingers squeezed and rolled Willow's nipples through the fabric of her bra, and Willow could do nothing to refrain from rocking her hips slowly, looking for friction.
And suddenly, the hands, lips and body that were touching her body withdrew.
"Wha…?" Willow tried asking.
She found Tara's lips on hers, tasting, teasing, and her tongue inside of her mouth, flicking and swirling against hers. And suddenly, they were gone again.
"Take off your clothes and get on the counter kitten." Tara demanded, her voice husky but controlled.
Willow knew what this meant. The simple use of the word kitten triggered a whole other way of acting and Willow lowered her head.
"Yes Tara."
Willow quickly disrobed and moved to kneel on the counter, her head bent and her hands behind her back.
Tara let a pleased grin flicker on her lips as her heart swelled with love for her lover.
<So obedient my kitten… So eager, and all mine… My kitten…> Tara thought proudly.
When they had started this game a few years ago, she had never thought they'd enjoy it that much. She had never thought, or dreamed about some of the things she had done before she actually did them, and since then, she did dream about them at times, in very vivid detail.
She looked at her kitten, still kneeling on the counter and smiled.
"Oh, kitten…" she called.
Willow immediately responded. "Yes Tara."
"Lay down on your back for me kitten, but on the width of the counter."
"Yes Tara." Willow replied as she shifted her position, her legs dangling down one side of the counter, her neck straining to keep her head up.
"Relax kitten. You can let your head down."
"Thank you Tara." The kitten replied as she let her head fall back.
Tara removed her own clothing and opened the freezer and pulled out a tray of ice.
"Kitten, I wanna play. You know the rules?"
"Yes Tara." The kitten replied immediately.
<Boy, do I know the rules! No coming until Mistress says. No jerking or rolling my hips. Pleasing my Mistress.>
"Good kitten."
Tara took the ice cube tray and put it near where her kitten was laid down. She pondered for a minute about what she wanted to do before she dragged a chair to where her kitten's upper torso was. She took out an ice cube and moved it to her lover's right breast. The melted ice dripped on the kitten's aureole and nipple, making it swell even more.
Tara put her left foot on the chair before giving her kitten direction.
"Kitten, you will pleasure me like this, and if you're a good kitten, I'll give you a reward. You can use your mouth, tongue and your fingers."
"Yes Tara, thank you Tara." The kitten said before moving her head a bit and plunging her tongue into her Mistress's wet folds.
Tara moaned and lowered the ice cube to rub it over her kitten's breasts. When Willow's breasts reddened, Tara stopped rubbing the ice cube and pinched the right nipple hard.
The kitten's tongue stopped lapping for an instant as she moaned, but she quickly got back to her task. After licking at her mistress's wetness, she licked upwards until her tongue collided with her clit. Willow stiffened her tongue and started rubbing the hard nub in circles, her Mistress's moans showing that she liked what the kitten was doing.
"Good kitten! I love your tongue kitten."
Willow nodded and kept circling Tara's clit until she felt Tara pull hard at her hair.
"I said I love your tongue kitten." she repeated.
"Thank you Tara, I'm glad it pleases you." Willow replied, feeling bad for not having replied directly to her Mistress's praise.
"Good kitten. Go back to pleasuring me." Tara replied as she let go of Willow's hair. "But I will punish you later for your lack of response when I praised your tongue kitten."
Willow moaned before replying. "Yes Tara, thank you Mistress Tara."
Willow's tongue now took a different path as she circled her lover's dripping opening, before dipping in.
"Mmm, that feels so good kitten." Tara moaned before she bit on her lover's left nipple.
Willow hissed. "Thank you Tara."
"No more talking now kitten. You have to pleasure me." Tara ordered as she took Willow's cold and hard right nipple into her mouth, sucking it hard.
Willow nodded and kept herself from bucking her hips. She concentrated on giving her Mistress pleasure, like the good kitten she was. She entered her Mistress's tunnel with two fingers and began pumping into her.
"Oh yes Kitten! That feels so good." Tara panted.
Tara continued teasing her kitten by sucking on her nipples and her hand began its journey to her kitten's center. She parted her swollen pussy lips and stroked her briefly, proud that her kitten hadn't bucked her hips.
"Oh kitten, you're… soo… wet…" Tara gasped out as her kitten's fingers thrust deeper into her. "I think you'd like me to… push my fingers… into you… just like you're doing… and make you come… But you'll have… to wait… goddess kitten! That's amazing!" Tara moaned out as her kitten started sucking on her clit while her fingers were still thrusting into her.
One of Tara's hands moved to hold the counter as the thrusts got more powerful, her hips rocking against her kitten's face and fingers as they pleasured her. The other hand was now leisurely fingering her Kitten's opening and stroking her hard smooth clit.
Willow tightened her muscles, not wanting to come, her Mistress's teasing words and actions having brought her up to the edge. She focused on sucking harder on her lover's pearl and thrusting harder into her. She felt her Mistress's inner muscles start to quiver and she knew that she was close, so she sucked even harder on her clit, her fingers tapping against her lover's inner walls.
"Oh Kitten! My Kitten! Oh Yes! YES!!!!!" Tara gasped out, the volume of her voice raising as she came, drenching her kitten's face and hand.
But the kitten didn't stop. Even though her Mistress's walls were clamped tightly around her fingers, she continued moving them, rubbing against what she knew was Tara's pleasure-spot.
And Tara came again, her hips jerking, her whole body tensed up.
"Stop… No more…" she gasped out, panting.
The kitten immediately stopped moving and when Tara's muscles relaxed, she slowly pulled out and began gently licking her clean, reveling in the taste of her Mistress's pleasure.
When Willow was done. She looked up at her Mistress.
"Thank you for having let me pleasure you Mistress Tara."
Tara smiled down at her kitten and bend down to give her a quick kiss.
"I love you my kitten. You may now come as many times as you want." Tara said walking to the other side of Willow's body, and in between her legs.
"Thank you Mistress." Willow uttered before letting her head fall back as she felt Tara's tongue in her pussy.
Her Kitten had done a good job on her and Tara felt she had to reward her kitten's efforts. She went straight to her lover's opening and thrust her tongue in, her kitten's hips moving with her. She started fucking her kitten with her tongue while her fingers were pinching and rubbing her lover's swollen clit.
Tara just loved the feel of this, being inside her lover with her tongue, feeling the inner muscles squeeze her tongue, warm, wet, inviting. She paused for a second to tease her kitten some more.
"You like it when I fuck you with my tongue kitten? Or is it better when I fuck you with my fingers or with a dildo?"
"Whichever pleases you Tara." Willow moaned, tossing her head from side to side as she felt even more of her essence gush out with her Mistress's teasing. The position she was in was weird, and she felt herself become lightheaded.
"I think I'm going to get the harness kitten. You can sit up, but don't play without me."
"Yes Tara. Thank you Tara." Willow said, sitting up, the throbbing between her legs almost painful.
Tara gave her a slow kiss before going upstairs to get the leather harness.
The kitten heard her mistress come down the stairs and she ducked her head, strands of red hair falling over her face, obscuring it. She could feel her juices dribble down her thighs as she thought of the possibilities her mistress had in the kitchen to punish her for not replying when her mistress had praised her tongue. From her position, kneeling on the counter with her head lowered, the Kitten could see Tara's legs as she walked towards her.
"Kitten, I trust you haven't played alone while I was getting the harness."
"I haven't played by myself Tara." the kitten obediently said.
"Good kitten. Now, let's give you your reward for pleasuring me so well. Put this on me." Tara said, dangling the harness in one hand and the transparent red dildo in the other.
But instead of the 'yes Tara' she was used to, she heard her kitten say:
"But Mistress, weren't you supposed to punish me for not having responded to your praise on my tongue?"
Tara thought for a second before she replied.
"Make that double punishment now. I told you to put it on me, and you should have. But your intentions were good. Get down from the counter kitten."
"Yes Tara." The kitten said as she got down, her eyes behind her back and her head lowered.
Tara looked around the kitchen for a second before dragging the chair she had used to prop up her leg towards Willow. Then, she went to a side drawer and rummaged through the various utensils, before her hand touched a sturdy wooden spatula.
<Mmm, this one's pretty good.> she thought as she twirled it in her hand, finally choosing it.
She left it on the counter before she crossed the room and went to stand behind her kitten.
"Kitten, hold on to the chair's back."
The kitten did as she was told, almost straddling the chair, leaving in her tight ass in the air for her Mistress's punishment, her breasts dangling lightly.
Tara looked at her lover, noticing the wetness on her inner thighs and the round curve of her ass.
<That milky skin… so round, so smooth…> Tara thought just before she reached out and caressed her kitten's firm ass. <And it's going to be so red…>
"You may not come. I changed my mind. You can only come when I tell you to."
"Yes Mistress." she replies, the tension in her body showing her anticipation.
Tara circled the chair before bending slightly to twist on her kitten's hard left nipple, earning her a moan. Her mouth was near her kitten's ear.
"Kitten, I'm going to spank you, fifteen blows, and then, I'm going to fuck you on the counter. Would like you that? Ramming Mistress deep into you, but you not coming until I tell you you can. Feeling the tension in your body rise, while I pump into you and taunt and tease you, my hand in your hair, pulling it. And, then, finally telling you to come, to come all over me… That would be so nice kitten, wouldn't it?" Tara said, twisting her kitten's nipple once more.
Willow felt her clit throb and her juices trickle down her thighs.
<Oh gods! That'd be fucking great!>
"Yes Tara." she whimpered, breathing heavily.
Tara moved and pinched the other nipple hard, twisting it. Willow moaned again, the contact sending trails of arousal to her soaked pussy. Her clit was hard and swollen to it's maximum. Tara had climaxed already, but the kitten was still waiting for her Mistress's command to come. And her Mistress's teasing wasn't helping her control.
Tara continued pinching and twisting her kitten's nipples for a few minutes, varying intensity, before moving to the counter and getting the spatula. She moved behind her kitten, raising her hand.
"Count!" Tara said before the first blow of the spatula ended on her kitten's smooth ass.
"One! Thank you Tara." the kitten moaned, the throbbing in her clit become painful.
Each blow Tara laid on the kitten's ass left a bright red pear-shaped mark on the pale skin. By the time the kitten called "Fifteen! Thank you Tara!", all the skin of her ass was bright red.
"Are you okay, my love?" Tara asked her lover, checking to make sure.
"Yeah. Don't worry, if it's too much, I'll safe word." Willow replied, smiling at her lover, even though tears of frustration were leaking from her eyes.
"Okay love." Tara whispered in a soothing voice before kissing Willow lightly. She stood up.
"Now Kitten, put this on me." Tara commanded again, holding out the harness and Mistress dildo out to her kitten.
"Yes Mistress." The kitten replied, taking the harness and the dildo from her Mistress.
She crouched down, her cold heels touching her reddened ass, making her moan at the change of temperatures. She slipped the harness onto her lover's legs, sliding it up until the base of the dildo sat against Tara's core. She tightened the straps until the harness was snug, but not too tight, and the dildo was pressing firmly against Tara's clit. The kitten got back up on her feet, head bowed and waited for her Mistress's orders.
"Scoot onto the counter kitten, but not fully, just enough for your ass to rub against the counter top when I fuck you." Tara told her kitten, her voice thick and mellow.
<Oh Goddess! That sounds so fucking hot!>
"Yes Mistress." The kitten whispered as she got on the counter top, her ass rubbing against the counter top, the moisture from her center not quite letting her flesh slide as much as it was dragged across the surface, reviving the pain.
"Does it hurt kitten?" Tara said, looking up Willow's body lustily.
"Yes Tara." The kitten replied, her eyes fixed on the ground, even though she was dying to look at her Mistress, her once shy lover who was about to take her for one hell of a ride.
"Look at me Kitten." Tara said, sensing that her kitten wanted to look at her, to watch her.
The kitten raised her eyes and was struck speechless. Her Mistress was gorgeous, and Willow's heart filled with pride.
<Look at my Mistress! She's so beautiful, and she's mine, my Mistress… I wonder what I did to have this wonderful person in my life, but whatever it is, I'll do anything to keep her.>
"Mistress, you look amazing." The kitten said, looking at her lover's body, shining with sweat and arousal.
"Thank you kitten. Now, spread your legs open for me."
The kitten immediately complied, spreading her legs as much as she could, restring more of her weight on her arms, which were resting on the counter top.
Tara's eyes dropped to her kitten's glistening pussy, and she licked her lips. She was open and ready for her, her wetness smeared all over her inner thighs. Tara could smell her kitten's arousal from where she was standing, and her mouth watered at the thought of tasting her kitten. But right now, all she wanted to do was to fuck her kitten.
She walked over to the kitten and teased her ultra-sensitive nipples, twirling her tongue lightly around them. The kitten moaned and her arms started trembling lightly, but she had to remain up, and so, concentrating, she straightened her arms, and the trembling lessened.
Tara continued teasing the kitten, until she pulled a nipple in her mouth and sucked on it. The kitten couldn't do anything but toss her head back, moan and push herself into her Mistress's mouth.
Tara continued sucking while she ran the silicone dildo up and down her lover's soaked inner lips and clit, lubricating it and teasing the kitten mercilessly. Tara stopped sucking and her mouth migrated to her kitten's neglected nipple, while one of her hands went to the kitten's right hip, steadying her as she simultaneously bit down on the sensitive nub and slipped the extension into her kitten's flooded well.
The kitten let out a long drawn-out moan, the double feeling of being filled by Mistress and of Tara's teeth skittering around her nipple almost overwhelming.
"You like this, don't you kitten?" Tara teased as she began slowly rocking her pelvis back and forth, the extension moving inside her kitten.
"Yes Mistress, I…. Love it." The kitten moaned.
"Wrap your legs around me kitten so that Mistress will reach deeper into you." Tara said as she began thrusting faster and deeper into her kitten, the redhead's hips moving with her, rubbing her ass on the counter.
"Yessssss Tara." The kitten hissed as she wrapped her legs around her Mistress's hips.
Tara continued pounding into her kitten furiously, occasionally twisting a nipple or biting it. Willow's face was contorted in agony, she couldn't come until her Mistress told her she could, and the sensations building inside her were almost overwhelming. She kept biting her lower lip, trying to hold on, and the pressure broke the skin.
Tara could feel her orgasm getting closer and closer with each thrust as the base of the extension pressed against her clit. Willow was so wet, there was a squishy sound every time Tara drove the dildo into her. Tara felt the tightening in her body and knew that the next thrust would make her come.
"Come kitten, come for me!" she commanded.
As soon as the words registered in Willow's brain, she let go, her inner muscles clenching tightly around the extension as she came, screaming on top of her lungs.
"YESSSSSSSSSSS TAAARRAAA!"
And Tara came with her, the trembling of her body making the extension vibrate inside of Willow as she came again and again, drenching Tara's leather-clad pelvis.
As they finally relaxed, Tara pulled out of her kitten and Willow fell back on the counter, panting from exertion.
"Are you okay baby?" Tara checked.
"Yeah… I love you." Willow replied, her voice showing her post-coital bliss.
"Mmm, love you too."
Tara smiled and took off the harness, before moving on top of the counter and laying down with Willow. They rested for a while before moving to clean up their toys and taking a shower together, wrapped in a cocoon of bliss.
"Are you sure?" Willow asked again, looking at Tara intensely in the eyes.
"Yes, I want to give myself to you Willow, I want to try it." The blonde replied, not one ounce of shyness in her tone.
The redhead nodded and got out of the bed, her skin glistening with sweat. She moved to the closet, the blonde's eyes riveted on her lithe figure, on the muscles moving under the damp, shiny skin. Willow bent over, giving her lover a clear view of her shapely ass and her puffy outer lips, glimmering with arousal. The redhead smirked, feeling her lover's gaze on the juices that were smeared on her upper thighs. She rummaged in the box in front of her and finally pulled out a blue dildo and black harness. She swayed her ass to and fro for a few seconds, and heard the blonde's sharp intake of breath. She straightened up and turned around.
Her lover's eyes were dark, her pupils almost shadowing the deep blue of her eyes. She sat there, lips parted, her eyes riveted on Willow's body. The redhead smiled and walked over to her lover, swaying her hips provocatively. She stopped right in front of Tara and looked deep into her eyes.
"Like whatcha see?" the redhead purred.
The blonde could only nod. She felt her arousal coming back again, even though Willow had just relieved her of the tension. She slowly extended her hand and tried touching the redhead, but Willow moved just out of arm's reach. Tara whimpered.
"No touching, at least, no touching me." Willow told her girl, a lecherous grin on her face.
Tara's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"
"I want to see you." The redhead repeated, running a hand slowly down her own stomach.
"You're looking at me right now." Tara replied somewhat dumbly.
Willow giggled. "I know that silly, but I want to see you touching yourself. Loving your own body."
Tara blushed and Willow quickly backpedaled. "I mean, if that's what you want. I mean, I'd love it for us to, you know, be able to be comfortable with masturbation. I know it's kinda, sorta taboo, but I think it'll add to the intimacy of our couple, but if you don't want to, that's, that's fine too. I mean, I just thought that, maybe…" Willow stopped babbling as her lover laid back some, opening her legs, displaying herself.
Tara looked back up at Willow, sending her a scorching look that made the other girl just gulp, any thought that Tara wouldn't like the idea flying out the window.
Holding Willow's gaze, Tara slowly reached up, cupping a firm breast in her hand. She started massaging it, squeezing and rubbing, occasionally tugging on a hard nipple, moaning at the contact. She spread her legs wide open, her pussy lips also opening, showing Willow how wet she was. The redhead watched, entranced, as a new sluice of wetness trickled out from her lover's entrance. The redhead wished she could just lay down and lick it off, suck it off, taste it in her mouth. Willow leant forward and her nose twitched with recognition, she could smell Tara, could see Tara's wetness, and yet, she couldn't touch her. She tried though, slowly reaching for her lover's neglected breast, only to have Tara swipe her hand away.
"You did say no touching." The blonde replied, her voice breathy and shallow.
Willow pouted and swallowed. "I want a closer view. I won't touch, just want closer view." She inwardly berated herself for her lack of oral skills. <Sound like cave-woman.>
Tara smiled and decided she was going to tease her redhead even more, so she nodded, moving backwards on the bed, and Willow laid herself face down just in front of Tara's weeping pussy.
The blonde's fingers slowly made their way to her own core and, once arrived, she slowly ran her forefinger though her wetness, moaning and hearing Willow's muffled reply.
Tara woke up to find herself on the bed, with Willow sleeping deeply beside her, their arms wrapped around each other.
Images from her dream came back to her, and she shuddered with arousal. She felt sticky, and she shifted slightly, only to find that every move she made rubbed her puffy pussy lips against her throbbing clit, driving her further into madness. Slowly, she moved her right hand down and found that her wetness was almost dripping onto the bedspread. <Thank the Goddess, I'm sleeping on my side.> She whimpered at the slight contact her index finger made with her swollen nub and knew that she needed to release the tension. A cold shower wouldn't suffice, and she craned her neck to get a glimpse of the alarm clock on her night table. The soothing green numbers showed proudly that the time was four am. Turning back to face Willow again, she took in her deep, steady breathing and knew she shouldn't wake up her lover.
Tara decided that touching herself while her girlfriend was sleeping right next to her was rude, perverse as well as tacky. She made a decision and got up slowly, making sure she didn't wake Willow up. The redhead whimpered in her sleep, and Tara quickly put a pillow in the now empty arms. Quickly putting on her terry-cloth robe, she slipped from the bedroom quietly.
She padded her way to the first room on her right. It was Willow's office. The whole room was furnished in deep dark colors, and Tara thought it was very sensual, especially after she and Willow had made love on the big sturdy desk. Licking her lips, Tara quickly walked to the midnight blue velvet chaise lounge and draped her robe over it. She then sat down, biting back a moan as all of these simple movements rubbed subtly her clit. The darkness of the room was soothing as she relaxed herself and closed her eyes.
She started touching her breasts fleetingly, barely brushing her fingers on her hard, swollen nipples. She wanted to go slow, to prolong her pleasure as much as she could. She lightly massaged the full globes of flesh and teased herself lightly, running the pads of her fingers up and down her collarbone. Biting her lower lip on concentration, she decided to move on to the next stage and quickly raised two fingers of her right hand to her mouth, quickly coating them with her saliva before circling her rock hard left nipple with them. She groaned and flexed her hips, trying instinctively to find something to rub herself against.
After giving the same treatment to her other nipple, she squeezed both of them hard, sending bolts of white-hot pleasure to her core. Once again, her hips bucked, and she could barely restrain herself from just plunging two fingers inside and pumping them until she exploded. Instead, she kept squeezing and tweaking her nipples, watching them as they grew even more. She pulled on one while her other hand was massaging her other breast almost roughly.
Closing her eyes, she thought back to that night when she had touched herself for Willow before the redhead had put on the strap-on and they had 'fucked' until they collapsed from sheer exhaustion. She bit her lower lip again as the images almost overpowered her and she slowly moaned out loud.
Like that night, she spread her knees and slowly touched herself, rubbing the palm of her hand against her swollen and weeping pussy. She could feel her arousal dripping out of her and she wished that Willow was there at that moment. But, the redhead was asleep and quite exhausted, so she needed to finish this herself. She increased the pressure of her palm and hissed with pleasure. Her palm was pushing her puffy lips against her clit, effectively rubbing it. One of her hands drifted up to her left breast and squeezed it hard, intensifying her arousal, her need for release and her pleasure. A new gush of wetness soaked her hand, which only started slipping against the soft, swollen flesh faster.
Tossing her head back, she moaned low in her throat as her palm continued rubbing wetly, and as her fingers twisted her nipple. Groaning, her hand sped up and she knew she could come just from that. But, she slowed herself again, restraining herself. She didn't want to come yet. Taking her hand from between her legs, her hips protested as her hips bucked upwards again. She liked the moisture from her hand and purred. Her taste wasn't as good as Willow's but it would do for now. Her whole body glistened with moisture and she decided to finally finish what she started.
Slowly, both of their hands drifted down to her mound and slowly parted her outer lips. Her fingertips rubbed the inside of them, slowly, teasingly. Closing her eyes once more, she decided to touch her clit and just come, she needed it. She lightly touched her hard swollen nub, groaning.
"Whatcha doing?" A voice suddenly piped up at the same time the light came on.
Buffy walked into Dawn's bedroom. She was a woman on a mission: find her black see-through top. She had seen her the way she had been looking at it and knew her sister had taken it.
She looked around the room, searching for any clues on the whereabouts of her top when she saw something entirely different. Something familiar, sitting on Dawn's night table, among the magazines and other books.
<Hmmm... Black leather book, wonder what that...> she thought before it stuck her in the face.
"You read their journals!" she shrieked, waking up the lump that had been snoring lightly under the covers.
Dawn shot out in bed, her hair sticking out in twenty different directions, with most of it covering her face.
"Where is it? What kind of demon?!" she yelled as she tried reaching for the closest thing she could use as a weapon. She fumbled around until she caught the cross she hid under her pillow. She raised it up to where she thought the demon was and shrieked: "Back, Unholy creature!"
Buffy looked at her silently, her face reddening in anger, humor and embarrassment.
"Yeah, that's not gonna work on me you little sneak! You read Willow and Tara's journals?! How could you?" she replied, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Wha?" Dawn said as she lowered the cross and swept her hair back. "Buffy?"
Buffy nodded and looked at her sister expectantly.
Dawn finally realized what her sister said, and she blushed furiously. "Of course I read them. I asked for some advice, and they sent it to me, by giving it to you. Which is like totally weird, cause I wouldn't think that Willow or Tara would let me read their personal stuff."
Buffy looked down and blushed. <When's an apocalypse when you freakin' need it? Maybe something like "From beneath you it devours" or "Open up, oh hellmouth, and swallow me whole". Damn.>
Buffy felt like she was a child all over again. "Um, they didn't exactly give it to me... And... what kind of advice were you asking?" she suddenly asked, her head snapping back up.
It was Dawn's turn to blush. "You know, about stuff. Dating stuff. And, they didn't exactly give it to you? Buffy, what have you done?" she said in a tone that obviously tried to change the subject.
"I didn't do anything... much! I found it at Anya and Xander's, and I thought it would be a good idea for me to give it back to them, but then, I saw... and the couch... you'll never sit on that couch again, by the way... and, I ran home. What have you done?" she asked.
"Nothing! I just read..." About to confess, Dawn backed out. "Nothing! How do we give it back to them? And, Anya had it?"
Buffy looked at her feet and thought for a while. "She did, and I don't know, but we have to give it back. And, I'm Shanghaiying Anya. She has some great ideas on stuff like this. Get dressed, and we'll go to the Magic Box to discuss it. Until then..." Buffy walked over and grabbed the journal before Dawn could react. "I'm keeping this with me. No way am I letting someone else read it."
"God, it's not like I made copies of it and published it on the net." Dawn huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I'm glad, cause if you did, that would have you grounded for a long long time." Her sister replied, stalking out. She did, however, manage to hear Dawn's loud reply.
"I'm not a kid anymore! Buffy! I'm talking to you!"
The sweet smell of vanilla was the first thing that attacked Willow's senses that morning, She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, before she wrapped her arms more securely around the warm body next to her.
"Mmm, my furnace." she whispered in the morning air, snuggling even deeper into the comforting embrace.
She was rewarded by a sleepy chuckle as Tara woke up slowly to find herself looking into her lover's smiling face.
"Mmm, good morning." Tara said, blinking before raising a fist and rubbing her eyes.
Willow shook her head softly and laughed lightly. "Best Morning. The bestest of the best." she corrected, her smile almost engulfing her entire face.
"I had the weirdest dream last night. You proposed to me and I said yes." Tara said matter-of-factly. She blinked and fixed her eyes on her lover.
"It wasn't a dream my soon-to-be wife. It's better than a dream, it's reality. You'll become Tara Rosenberg. Or Rosenberg-Maclay, or Maclay-Rosenberg. Or, anything you want, it doesn't matter." Willow replied excitedly, her tongue poking between her teeth as she grinned playfully.
Tara looked at her and also smiled, grinning wildly. Her smile faded some, and she looked at Willow directly in the eyes. "I don't want to keep my father's name."
Willow recognized the old pain that never quite left and took her lover's hand, kissing it lightly. "Whatever you choose my love."
Tara's smile came back, just by the feeling of complete glee that was taking over her. "Tara Rosenberg sounds nice."
Willow sat up in bed, her hand never leaving her beloved's. Her wide eyes searched Tara's. "You want my last name?"
Tara smiled at her lover, no, fiancée, she thought gleefully, and nodded. "That's precisely what I said. Willow, darling, you changed my world, from a cold empty place, and you gave e everything. I want your last name."
Willow smiled, her eyes watering and her throat clenching with the emotion she felt. She had never expected her lover to want her name. To want to become a member of her family, her wife. She nodded.
Tara's eyes softened and they leaned towards each other, their lips merging softly, before passion overtook them once more.
"Good morning. How may I help you spend your money?" Anya asked happily as the door bell rattled. Her back was to the door as she continued helping the customer she was with. Not getting an answer, she turned her head around briefly and looked at Buffy and Dawn.
"Oh, it's just you."
She turned back to the customer and the girls walked into the shop, before sitting down on one of the small benches. They watched as Anya finally made her way to the counter and the woman paid for her goods, smiling and bidding them a good day before leaving.
"Is she hopped up on caffeine already? It's only 10 am on a Saturday." Dawn said as she looked at her watch and at the woman walking outside.
"Some people have to work on Saturdays Dawn. People like me." Anya said, smiling brightly.
"Are you hopped up on caffeine?"
"I believe I am. Coffee is a wonderful thing." Anya replied, smiling before taking another sip from the cup sitting on the counter. She made a yummy face and walked to sit with the other girls. "Xander isn't here. He's at work, telling other men what to do in a very manly way."
Dawn and Buffy looked at each other and tried to hold in their laughter. "We're not here for Xander. We're here for you."
Anya's eyes shifted from one girl to another before asking, her voice suspicious:
"Me? I didn't do anything."
Buffy shook her head and Dawn raised her eyebrows at her. "Yes you did! Reading Tara and Willow's sex Journals is something alright."
Buffy looked at her sister before crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow at her. Dawn blushed and looked down at her lap, fiddling her fingers.
"If it's such a sin, why did you do it little girl?" Anya replied, a smug grin on her face.
"Um..." Dawn replied, before turning pleading eyes to her sister.
"That's not why we're here. We're here to elaborate a plan to give the journal back to them. We can't keep it, they even asked me if I had seen it. I didn't know what to do, so I lied. Oh God, I lied to my best friend. We need to give it back to them anonymously." Buffy said, her face scrunching up at how much she had betrayed her best friend. By the end of her small speech, she had a determined look on her face.
"Ok butch. You have an idea?" Anya asked, her expression empty of any interest.
"I do. When did Xander schedule the party?" Buffy replied, choosing to ignore the dig at her. <I'm not butch! I'm just... very strong.> she told herself.
"The party is every night in my bedroom, and you're not invited."
"Ok. Ew? I meant the housewarming party! I don't wanna join you two in anything. Yuck."
"Definitely yuck." Dawn added, looking at her sister, her eyes supportive of her choice.
"Fine. Whatever. The party is scheduled to be on next Saturday. He's still planning the music and things of the kind. Why? Tell me. I'm curious." Anya said, leaning towards Buffy.
The Slayer looked around before putting her arms around Dawn and Anya's shoulders. "This mission, if you accept it, is called "Mission black book". Our goal is to give them back their journals without them knowing we had it."
"Really? I thought we could sign it with our names. Or maybe put little comments on the pages." Anya replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Yeah Buffy, have you been rewatching the Mission: Impossible movies?" Dawn asked her sister.
"What? No, of course not." Buffy told them, trying to hide her blush. "Hello? Bisexual now? Though, it's a shame Thandie Newton is straight."
"Every woman is bisexual Buffy. It's a proven fact. It just varies with the intensity of the feelings." Dawn said matter-of-factly.
"Really? So that cute girl I'm giving lessons to could be bisexual? I like that." Buffy replied, her eyes glazing over as she pictured said girl, her long black hair tied up as she mimicked Buffy's movements, the exposed parts of her body glistening as she worked.
"We lost her." Dawn told Anya, before leaning over and yelling Buffy's name in the Slayer's ear.
"I'm awake!" she yelled back, her eyes snapping back to reality. "Anyways, this is what I think we should do..." she told them, before elaborating her plan.
To be Continued...
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