Author: Yvonne
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the BTVS characters.
Rating: R for sexual innuendo aka soft smut.
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“Hurry up, Willow. We’re going to be late.” Tara shouted upstairs for the third time and listened as her girlfriend hurried around their bedroom. No doubt she was standing in front of the mirror, gawking at the accessory the blonde had laid out for her Halloween costume. Her muffled response dripped with embarrassment as Tara heard her walking down the hall then the steps.
“Tara.” Willow stopped at the bottom step as Tara tried, and failed horribly, not to laugh. “Tara,” she repeated a little more firmly although her pout was clearly visible. Tara continued to giggle; her attempts to stifle her laughter came with no avail.
“C’mon, honey, we have to go. You know how Anya gets whenever we show up late.” The blonde turned her back on the redhead’s adorable pout and cleared her throat while grabbing her headdress and wand.
“How come you get to be the Fairy Princess?” Willow asked, finally leaving the bottom step. Tara faced her, biting her lip as Willow adjusted herself.
“You said it made you look like an Elf Queen, remember?” Tara answered before adding, “You look great, honey. Now come on, we have to pick up drinks before we go.”
“Wait, what? No… no, Tara,” Willow shook her head, vigorously. “You never said anything about stopping at the store.” She continued to shake her head, suddenly looking fearful. “I’m not going in, uh-uh, no way.”
“I can’t carry everything on my own, Willow,” the blonde bit back a smile, “you have to come in with me.”
The redhead stood beside the banister, pondering her options. “How about you get a cart, you know, and then just bring everything out to the car and I’ll help you unload it.” She grinned, pleased with her idea.
Tara realized that getting her girlfriend to leave the car would be a challenge and decided to play her wild card. “You’re really going to make me go in there,” she adjusted her slip, “alone?” The lower portion of the costume fit snuggly and clung to her curves. The blonde glanced up and into Willow’s eyes as she began to fix her top.
Willow’s resolve crumbled, “Can I at least wear a coat?”
“Sure,” Tara said, smiling brightly, “there’s one already in the car.” She grabbed her keys and waited for Willow to open and step outside the door before locking it behind herself.
Inside the car, Willow looked around the backseat and underneath herself, “Where’s the coat?”
“Oh,” Tara reached into the backseat. Pushing aside her gym bag, she pulled a small zip-up hoody out from beneath the bag. “Here you go,” she dropped the material into Willow’s lap and started the car.
“This?” Willow held up the coat, surveying its smallness, “where’s the rest of it, Tara?”
“That’s it, honey,” Tara said and quickly pulled off. As she drove, she caught her girlfriend trying on the hoody from the corner of her eye, and smiled ahead as Willow attempted to stretch the fabric so that it covered more of her body.
“Can I take this off?” The redhead pointed down when they had stopped at a red light. Tara followed her hand movement and shook her head, firmly.
“Nope, it’s part of your costume,” the blonde raised an eyebrow while continuing to stare down at her girlfriend’s hips as Willow fidgeted, adjusting herself several times. When a car honked behind them, Tara straightened up, inwardly cursing the blue Chevy behind them, and drove off.
They sat in the parking lot for five minutes before Tara managed to get her partner out of the car. She’d only been able to do so by agreeing to take a piece of her own costume into the store with her. So after grabbing her wand, the two women left the car.
“See, there’s hardly even anyone in here,” Tara looked around the deserted convenient store. A low whistle came from the air conditioning unit as a large ball of tumbleweed rolled by the couple, disappearing down one of the aisles.
“What the hell?” Willow frowned and looked over at her partner.
“I don’t know,” Tara shrugged, “the challenger said there had to be tumbleweed.”
The sole employee behind the register looked up briefly before getting back to his dinner. Willow and Tara watched, disgusted, as he sucked down a buttery, green-brown piece of asparagus. Licking his fingers, he reached for his Red Bull and gulped down more than half of the beverage before grabbing another asparagus from the microwavable bag.
Wordlessly, Tara reached for Willow’s hand as they inched away from the front counter and down the beer aisle.
****
“You’re late,” were Anya’s first words as the door opened. She looked from Tara to the redhead beside her, “Ooh, nice strap,” she smiled, approvingly.
Xander appeared beside his girlfriend, “Yeah, Willow, I can’t even hold that much.”
The redhead crimsoned, “You don’t think it’s too big?” She asked, stepping through the entrance with Tara behind her.
“Oh, not at all,” Anya piped in, pushing a lock of hair back into the blood streaked hairpiece, “it’s just the right size to get the job done, don’t you think Xander?”
“I completely agree with my bride to be.” The young man smiled, scratching at the plastic screw stuck to his neck.
“Hey, Frankenstein,” Buffy yelled from the kitchen, “where’s the butcher knife?”
“Excuse me, ladies,” Xander said, chuckling, “the cow in the back needs me.” He gave his fiancé a kiss and disappeared into the kitchen.
“I told you,” Tara whispered into her lover’s ear as they moved into the living room. She smoothed her hand up Willow’s back, rubbing across the white, sleeveless tank top the redhead wore beneath the coat.
“You look hot,” Tara’s gaze raised from the black, army boots, up bare legs and stopped on the tiny, jean shorts. The brown tool belt attached to the shorts was full of assorted tools: a flashlight, screwdriver, and handheld, power drill among them.
Willow blushed and crossed her hands over her legs. She audibly gulped when Tara began to run her wand up her calf and further.
“So, is this some new sex game?” Anya’s presence had been forgotten until she flopped down in a chair opposite the couple.
“Anya, you told us to dress up… so we dressed up,” Willow said, masking the tremble in her voice.
“Yeah, but c’mon, Xander and I wore coordinating outfits, Buffy’s a cow, and Dawn’s a cowgirl,” Anya alternated her gaze from Willow to Tara and back. “A Fairy Princess and the ‘tool time’ girl isn’t exactly a pair… unless, of course, we’re talking about a sex game.”
Willow groaned and waited for Tara to do the same. However, when the blonde averted her gaze and remained silent, Willow shot her a curious look. Tara cleared her throat and turned her attention to the talking cow that had entered.
“Pool’s ready,” Buffy said, looking at the occupants of the couch. “Hey, Will, nice drill.”
“Thanks, nice udders,” Willow said, smiling back at the blonde’s protruding stomach.
The black and white cow smiled, her eyes widening for a second before she looked away. Tara, having noticed, glanced over to her girlfriend and quickly realized what the slayer had been looking at. Sometime during all the conversation, the blonde’s wand had wandered further up Willow’s legs and had found a nice cozy place to rest. And from Willow’s flushed cheeks, the redhead had apparently noticed as well.
“Oh!” Anya exclaimed, loudly, “You guys have got to check out the pool.” She wildly motioned for the girls to follow as she hurried into the kitchen. Willow and Tara shared a look before tagging along.
In the center of the kitchen floor, a small baby pool had been filled with different flavors of Jell-O. Willow frowned, “And for the second time today… what the hell?”
Six faces turned toward the challenger. “What?” Carleen shrugged, swallowing a lump of Jell-O pudding, “I have a thing for Jell-O.”
Anya shook her head, “Must be a lesbian thing.” Her comment earned her two glares from the lesbian couple beside the refrigerator. “What? C’mon, Jell-O… jiggle-y things… think about it people.” Willow, Tara, and Buffy rolled their eyes, Dawn giggled, and Xander got an odd, far away look.
Following a bit of silence and one or two more glares toward the challenger, the party began.
****
An evening of dancing and chatting lasted for hours before the night had come to an end. The sound of a power drill going was the first thing Dawn and Buffy heard when they entered the house.
Dawn shot her sister a curious look. “Just go to bed, Dawn,” Buffy said, thumping the cowboy hat atop the younger girl’s head before she could speak. Shoulders slumping, the cowgirl fixed her hat and hurried up the stairs.
Once up the stairs, Buffy paused outside her own door and stared down the hallway. As the drilling continued, the slayer attempted to hear beyond the noise. Unsuccessful, the blonde shut her bedroom door.
“Is this good?” Willow asked, switching the drill to off.
Tilting her head to the side, Tara hummed, “Is it sturdy?” Willow shook the desk and nodded when the pieces stayed in place.
“Next time when I say we should move to the bed, I think a certain someone should listen,” the redhead said, putting the drill away.
“Mm hmm,” Tara hummed again, her attention elsewhere. “Keep it on,” she said, abruptly, when Willow began to remove her tool belt.
The redhead’s hands froze on the belt buckle, “Wha-,” she grew silent upon seeing the look in her partner’s eyes.
Tara crawled forward from her position on the bed to where Willow stood at the end. Her hands rested on the redhead’s hips before lowering to the zipper of Willow’s jean shorts. Willow stumbled back a little from the force of Tara’s eager hands and the blonde followed, rising from the bed.
“Have I told you how hot you look?” The jeans slid down, hitting the floor.
Willow swallowed, nodding. Her shirt snagged against her breast before it was thrown to the ground. Lips fastened to skin. Tara’s mouth worked over her lover’s chest as her hand ventured lower.
The blonde maneuvered her hands and mouth, intimately caressing the quivering woman in her grasp. The smell of leather and her girlfriend’s aroma heightened Tara’s awareness. Steadily, the couple moved until Willow’s back hit the dresser. The redhead’s body pulled and tightened as fingers slipped deeper, teasing.
“Almost there,” Tara’s breath reached every nerve in Willow’s body. She curled, twisted, and pushed until her girlfriend squeaked, shuddered, and collapsed around her. Willow threw her body back as tremors shook her from within. Once the aftershock passed, the women fell back, heavily, onto the dresser.
Crack.
Tara sighed, looking up into her lover’s face with a smile, “Where’d you put the drill?”
Great smut!
Good times!