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TITLE: PLAYTIME 1/2
AUTHOR: Washi (ZWS)
EMAIL: washi70s@yahoo.fr
RATING: NC-17 baby! Really NC-17! Very light S&M (in the form of blindfolding) and just pure mindless smut.
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the characters, Joss does or whoever. If I owned them, 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...
SPOILERS: Up to the first thirty minutes of “Seeing Red”. The rest is just crap IMHO.
TIMELINE and NOTES: This is set in one of my own timelines… It’s after season six, at least the one that aired in my head.
FEEDBACK: I love it, I live for it, either here or by email, although here is better.
ARCHIVE: Wherever, just let me know first.
THANKS: To all the great smut writers who know who they are. You give me inspiration.
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Still writing my other fics, but this is kinda of something I cooked up while I get back into my usual writing. Do not worry, I plan to finish them! And yeah, don't have a beta, but I think it's pretty clean of typos.
Thoughts are in < >.
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Willow was sitting down on her desk, her mind wandering from the text book in front of her. She knew that the final exam wasn’t until next week, but she wanted to be prepared.
She raked a hand in her hair and started doodling on the notepad near her, which should have been used to take notes. Instead, her hand had a mind of her own and the equation “Tara+Willow=Love” came up all over the sheet of paper in different colors among the little hearts that littered the page. She looked down at her sheet, about to write some notes when she saw the result of her wandering hand.
With fighting the latest big bad and Willow’s studying, they barely saw each other in the last week, which bothered Willow somewhat. Her body kept reminding her of that everyday, in general at the worse times possible.
Willow shook her head and got back to her books. she thought.
*****
Tara poked her head in her and Willow’s room and smiled, seeing her lover’s brow furrowed in concentration. Willow’s mind worked in mysterious ways, but Tara knew that sometimes, it was well worth it.
When Willow studied something, she concentrated on that thing solely, and many times, it was her body Willow paid special attention to. She blushed slightly as she thought back to the first months of their relationship, when Willow explored and tested her body’s responses, as if honing her skills to please her. And she did please her, many many times in fact. Even the slightest touch from Willow made her feel immediately aroused and eager. In fact, sometimes, just a look was enough to make them rush home to make slow sweet love or have needy, kinky raw sex.
She frowned, watching Willow put a hand on her neck and knead it in an effort to relieve the tension building there. She walked slowly into the room and pushed away Willow’s hand, substituting it with her own. Willow jumped a mile, startled from her math notebooks.
“Oh, baby, you scared me! I thought it was one of the things that go bump in the night here.” Willow said, smiling.
Tara grinned and started massaging Willow’s neck and shoulders.
“We haven’t exactly been bumping in the night lately, or even in the day.” Tara reminded her.
“I know and I’m sorry…. Oh God! That feels soo good.” Willow moaned as one of her tense muscles relaxed. “You’re really good at that.” Willow commented, moaning happily.
“Thanks baby, but I think I’m just good at you.” Tara replied, her hands still busy. Willow closed her eyes and leaned back slightly.
“Nah, you’re just really really good. The best I’ve ever had.” Willow said, grinning cheekily.
“Well, with the lack of sex we’ve had lately, I’m surprised you remember.” Tara replied, her voice slightly lower than it had been a moment before.
“Oh baby, don’t worry, forgetting your goodness in bed is just not possible.” Willow groaned as she felt Tara’s strong hands massaging away her discomfort.
Tara grinned and leaned towards Willow, stopping near her ear.
“How about you take a break, I’ll run you a bath to help you relax, and then, we can indulge in some extra-curriculum between the sheets?” she purred before lightly nibbling on Willow’s ear lobe.
Willow opened her eyes and leered at her girlfriend. “Does this extra-curriculum activity earn me points in the final exams?”
“No, but it earns you points from me. I hope that’s good enough.”
“That’s perfect baby. You’re perfect and your plan sounds heavenly.” Willow said, turning in her chair before getting up and putting her arms around Tara’s waist, while Tara’s shifted to rest on her shoulders, playing with Willow’s hair.
They leaned into each other and kissed, their lips tingling from the contact. They tasted each other, marveling in the feeling, as if it was a sweet too long denied. Soon, Tara wanted more of the sweetness, and she pushed open Willow’s mouth to taste it. Her tongue dove into Willow’s mouth, meeting the redhead’s tongue and stroking it furiously, her hands skimming over Willow’s sides to finally rest on her firm ass, kneading the flesh in her strong hands. Willow moaned and felt her knees turn to jell-o. Just as Willow’s hands started their own trek towards Tara’s breasts, Tara pulled back from the kiss, turned on her heel and left the room.
Willow looked at her lover, dazed, her lust-filled mind not understanding why her lover left the room.
Tara poked her head into the room.
“You coming?”
“Apparently not.” Willow replied forlornly.
“Aww, what’s wrong baby?” Tara asked, seeing the sad expression on her lover’s face.
“Tara, did I do anything wrong? I mean, why did you just kiss me then leave? Please, if I did something wrong, tell me.” Willow said urgently, not wanting her lover to stay mad at her.
Tara chuckled. “Baby, I thought we decided that you’d take a hot bath before the lovin’. So, I ran the bath.”
Willow looked at her and blinked, suddenly remembering. “Miss Maclay, I have to say that you kiss so amazingly well, that I forgot all about the bath. I even think I forgot my name.” Willow replied, smiling.
Tara smiled and laughingly pushed Willow out the door. “Get your ass into that tub before I decide to spank it!”
“Oh, Mistress Tara wants to punish her kitten, I’m delighted.” Willow said happily as she strutted to the bathroom, feeling Tara’s eyes on her ass.
*****
As soon as Willow closed the bathroom door behind her, Tara went to the closet and pulled out a box. She opened it and smiled.
She smirked as she donned the close fitting clothes, making sure they were tight. The material felt cool against her skin, but it soon warmed and became even more flexible. She lit some candles and turned off the lights, dipping the room in a romantic glow.
She thought a second about putting some music on, but then dismissed the idea. She wanted to hear her lover and only her.
She dragged a chair to the middle of the room and looked at her work. Everything was in place. She pulled something from a drawer and left the room. Now was time for her to get Willow.
*****
Willow shed her clothes and dipped her hand lightly in the water.
She got into the tub and relaxed, laying down in the hot water. She felt her muscles start to relax, as if the water was massaging her, the tension draining from her body. Willow found herself soon starting to doze off, only to be awoken minutes later when she felt something being tied over her eyes. She jerked upright in the tub, sending water splashing everywhere.
“What the frilly heck?” she exclaimed, her hand reaching out to rip off the blindfold.
“Nu uhn, that stays on!” Tara said playfully as she caught Willow’s hand.
“Tara! What did I tell you about things that go bump in the night?”
“You told me that unless we were doing the bumping and grinding, to get as far from them as possible.” she replied cheekily.
Willow grinned and let herself be raised up to stand before Tara, her naked skin dripping. Tara slowly guided Willow out of the tub and dried her off slowly. Willow tried to grab onto Tara, but the blonde witch wouldn’t let her.
“No touching… yet.”
Tara took Willow’s hand and carefully led her to their room, where she made her sit down on the armchair naked, a towel under her ass. Tara was glad that Dawn and Buffy weren’t home.
“You know, I’m glad Buffy and Dawn aren’t here…” Tara said, trailing off.
Willow sensed that Tara was behind her, so she turned her head, anticipation filling her body.
“Why’s that?” she asked, breathlessly.
“Because I’m gonna make you scream my name.” Tara replied, her breath on Willow’s ear driving her insane.
Willow was already moving to take the blindfold off but Tara’s hand stopped her.
“Bad Kitten. The blindfold does not come off now. It only comes off when I say so.” Tara explained.
Willow hung her head, displeased at having behaved badly. “Sorry Mistress.” she said, her tone apologetic.
Tara laughed. “No, Willow, we’re not playing that tonight. I just want you to leave the blindfold on for a while.”
“Oh, okay.” Willow replied, her grin coming back on her face. She felt Tara moving around her, as if thinking about where to start.
She felt Tara’s presence in front of her and soon felt Tara’s tongue on her lips, teasing her. Willow tried to capture it in her mouth, but Tara moved away. Willow groaned in displeasure, and Tara moved her lips to Willow’s, nibbling on her lower lip. Willow tried to return the kiss, but Tara once again pulled back.
“Baby!” Willow whined, not liking the teasing way her girlfriend was kissing her.
“Shh.” Tara said.
Willow longed to have contact with Tara, but nothing but air greeted her. She relaxed, thinking that this was going to be a long night, when she felt Tara straddling her, filling the space in front of her in flesh. But, an unusual scent made it’s way to Willow’s nostrils along with Tara’s. The smell of leather. Willow’s hands reached up to touch her lover’s body, and for once, she was not restrained from the touch. Her hand glided across the smooth warm leather of her girlfriend’s back, and she grinned, delighted. Tara shifted somewhat, and Willow felt Tara’s leather encased thighs cooling her skin but heating her molten center.
“So, you wanna play?” Tara whispered, her breath tickling Willow’s lips.
“Oh yeah.” Willow groaned before pushing her lips to Tara’s. Tara kissed her back, her tongue aching to play with it’s mate. She thrust her tongue between Willow’s parted lips and found her tongue’s playmate eager as they swirled around each other, tasting.
Willow bit down softly on Tara’s tongue before she sucked it lightly, causing the blonde to moan and to cup her face, drinking deeper as Willow released her tongue. Willow felt her arousal rise and felt the wetness multiply in her center.
They continued kissing, and Tara sucked Willow’s tongue into her mouth now. Her hands descended to Willow’s perk breasts and pinched one nipple. Willow moaned again, the contact sending red hot beams of pleasure to her now soaked pussy. Her clit started throbbing as Tara pinched harder, rolling the nipple between her index finger and thumb.
And suddenly, the mouth against hers and the hand on her breast were gone. Willow moved her head around, trying to find out what happened to her lover, but found her face cupped once more.
Tara pulled Willow’s head to her leather-clad chest and Willow’s hands to her ass. Willow moaned happily and nuzzled into the tight leather. She felt Tara’s nipples harden and she licked the leather at the protuberance, making Tara moan. At the same time, Willow’s eager hands squeezed and caressed Tara’s ass, reveling in the feel of the leather stretched tight against the flesh. Willow’s teeth nibbled and pulled at the leather in front of her, the leather that was covering Tara’s erect nipples. Tara arched her back and knew that the game was officially over as she felt her clit throbbing. She disentangled herself from Willow, earning a low whimper and took off the velvet blindfold.
Willow blinked her eyes open and was struck speechless at the sight in front of her.
“Playtime is over.”
*****
TBC in part 2 tomorrow or Saturday...
Questions? comments? Flying Pasta Sauce? Flying bras and panties?
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"See? I've mastered this tact crap." Anya in Tears Of The Goddess by Lisa
at: 9/4/03 10:11 am
now....
Inclunding part 2....
And I promise not to forget my other FFs... I swear. 
W.... D......
I didn't...did I? 
