Smut Bunnies! (complete!)

[Tempest Duer]

*sniggers* Pledge week all over again? Ah well... that's what the sorority sluts get, eh?



And since when is Tara shy? Huh? Huh?



Sorry for my break in professionalism, Sir. One might suggest that my Agent-like willpower is being worn down. I'll be back to work soon.



Agent T signing off.

I got bitten by a drunk lesbian! Does that mean I'll turn into one?



~my friend Mary

[JustSkipIt]

Hey Chris,

Well very nice. Nice espionage and, honestly, any update that sees Harmony sprayed with Banana flavored (yes, that's American for flavoured) lubricant is just very very good. Tee hee. So nice to see the recap of Tara's dream. Again Tee Hee. I'm never much of a fan of masturbation as smut but the telling of the dream over the masturbation makes up for it. Well done!

"Most editors are failed writers--but so are most writers." - Thomas Stearns Eliot

"Censorship, like charity, should begin at home; but unlike charity, it should end there." - Chare Booth Luce

My latest story: Survivor - Ash Island

[MissKittys Ball O Yarn]

Yay Chris! I was so excited to see an update posted.

<------- that's my excited face.



Anyway... I loved the part in the beginning when Willow first put on her clothes and she was examining herself in the mirror..

Quote:

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I want to grab my butt, and I'm me!'

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That is the funniest line ever and SUCH a Willow thing to say.



I must say, your descriptions are so real, the espionage parts in particular. You are able to really draw me into the scene ...very Bond....James Bond...



I'd just like to leave you with two words...flavored lubricant... yum!



great update....





xoxo

Agent Yarn Bunny

[meretricious]

chris, really loving all of the artwork you're doing on this fic, reminds me of being in elementary school and buying bubble gum with charlie's angels trading cards inside. (hmm, i wonder what i ever did with those). i even like the harmony lackey card, which is prob the first time i've ever done a double take for her. have to agree with you though on the harmony/xander slo-mo fight scene, could possibly be the single funniest moment in all of BtVS.

and the update, awesome as always. i knew i was in for another case of over-smile face pain when willow checked herself out, and sure enough it kicked in by the edinburgh tattoo. chris, your kung fu is fanfic and it is strong like an amazon! ~mary

you're dangerous, 'cause you're honest
you're dangerous, you don't know what you are U2

Edited by: meretricious at: 3/14/05 8:04 am

[stillrunning]

Holy...umm...wow. Again with the great update. Those outfits just sounded hot! I mean, come on!! Willow and Tara in leather skin tight suits!!



And Tara's dream was just wonderful! Wonderfully smutty. I love this fic so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so much!! And I for one thought the lube idea was great.

"Heaven's not a place that you go when you die...it's that moment in life when you actually feel alive"

[RageMore7]

ooooo i defiantly liked that chapter ;-) it was hottttt.....when can we expect a new chapter? what? you say tomorrow??? wonderful



agent rage bunny

[Irene73]

General Artemis...Agent Hot Tamale reporting for feedback duty.



As always another great debriefing of our Agents mission. We have much to learn from them. I'm glad to see that Anya's various C.L.I.T R.I.N.G inventions go beyond just retrieving and recieving information. She does have an inventive mind. And as lovely as Angelina Jolie is...imagining Agent Shy Bunny fly through the air is alot more exhilerating.



And as for the pouncing...well ...it was my pleasure...General !!!



Patiently awaiting updatey goodness.



Saluting you while placing right hand over Bunny Badge,

Agent Hot Tamale

Mexican Spy Bunny



"Willow was kung foo fighting...her hands were quick as lightning"

Sung to the beat of the original Kung Foo Fighting song of the seventies.

[taralicious]

Agent Brer Rabbit recovered enough from the sensory stimuli generated by the multi-media display of concupiscence from agents Shy Bunny and Adorabunny to think that after Willow poured herself into the black leather catsuit and her pearly white sweet cream poured out of her in the throes of being directed by Tara to reenact Tara's dream, Willow needs her own theme song.

Thus, I have adapted the Joan Jett song entitled "Black Leather(imagine Joan Jett singing the revised lyrics with growling guitar/drum back-up from the Blackhearts)

"Late at night when the normals rest

I feel wicked when I start to dress

My clothes, they stare at me like they

Wanna make love to my body

And I wonder was I here before

In another life, yes I'm sure but what

as I suppose why do I get such power

from these clothes?

Black Leather I wear it on my missions

Black Leather I wear it when I'm kissin'

Black Leather I will wear it anywhere

Because my name is Willow and it's my thing

Just the feel of it on my flesh makes me feel

King, feel posessed but I'm not don't get me

wrong, I'm just the baddest slick bunny when

Tara's in a thong"

[Wicked Wicca]

Damn that was so hot! shower:



Please more... lots more.



Nicole

[tarawhipped]

Holy helicopter jumping smutlube, Chris! I KNOW there's a really interesting and well-thought out plot to this fic, but if this is where you're at by Chapter 6, by the end I'm going to be reduced to leaving Beavis and Butthead-style comments. "Heh heh...she grabbed her own butt...heh heh." Okay, so maybe I'm already there. Seriously, though, this continues to be such an imaginitive smutty treat...love the gadgets, love the banter, love Oz's laconic response to his fortress of evil being infiltrated.



-Agent Whipped Bunny signing off (and requesting a desk further away from Wimpy Bunny and Wicked Bunny...they're very distracting)

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What should I be but just what I am? - Edna St.Vincent Millay

[Artemis]

Hello Kittens and Bunnies Thank you all for taking the time to leave feedback, you're a constant source of smiles and general positive feelings for me here. Thanks



A bit of Ministry housekeeping first: those of you using your Bunny Badges as avatars may have noticed a slight change to them a couple of days ago. See, I never in my wildest dreams thought someone would actually want an avatar from one of my stories, that's just amazing. So I didn't have 'avatar' in mind when I first did the badges, hence they were a bit too big, and it's been bugging me since that I hadn't done them properly, so they wouldn't shrink and be kind of difficult to make out as avatars. So a bit of Photoshopping later, the Bunny Badges are now optimised 60x60 images, so no shrinkage occurs. I hope you guys like them.



The 'Ministry Hall of Fame' has everyone's badges, and the 'Bunny girl' avatars. I wonder if Daniel Osbourne knows he's up against a whole army of Bunnies? Once more, you guys and gals are the coolest, and I'm flattered pink.



Secondly, as Meretricious mentioned them, I've been using Photoshop to make 'portraits' of various characters from Smut Bunnies. Seeing as they're photo manipulations I won't post them here (as the Kitten has a rule against posting photomanips, to keep out tacky and disrespectfully-done fake nudes, and rightly so), but if I may beg the Miss Moderators Fantasticos collective indulgence, I'll let you know that they're on my site Through the Looking-glass - the link is in my signature down below, just look up Smut Bunnies in the story archive and you'll find the link to the graphics. All the main characters so far are there, some like Willow and Tara in a variety of outfits, and (to please the Q fans) starting with the next chapter I'll be adding diagrams of the sexy fast cars, with all their hidden weapons on show too.



Now then, on to the replies:



Christina: Thanks, glad you liked it



Agent Hidden Bunny: Thanks. Yep, I'm sure that NYPD pilot won't forget his lovely passenger in a hurry, but the Ministry picks its allies well, so he'd never admit to having seen her (being compleetly bizarre in the way I think, I actually had in mind that scene from Dune where the Navigator says "I did not say this, I was not here"). The 'kung fu' lines were what I took from The Core, they have this weird little techno-geek character who totally steals the show (sort of like Seth Green in The Italian Job, but even funnier).



CaptMurdock: Thanks Your second thought was right, the Ministry wouldn't have a problem with 'phone sex' during a mission, so long as it didn't actually interfere with the mission... they are a secret smut organisation, after all. I can't take credit for the para-gel, that was one of many cool things in the Final Fantasy movie. But firing it at Harmony was all my idea As for a bathtub full of it, and slipping and sliding around... normally that'd be unlikely, but in this story, who knows?



Agent Terra Bunny: Thanks. I'm all for a movie being made - the Ian Fleming Estate might raise objections about the level of smut, but Fleming invented 'Pussy Galore', so they can hardly complain, can they? Actually that's something missing, a really suggestively-named woman... but you can't top Pussy Galore, can you?



Agent Wimpy Bunny: Thanks. Yep, having seen Uma Thurman slink around in that outfit (Willow's agent gear is the 'Evil Emma Peel' costume from the otherwise-dire The Avengers movie), I had no trouble imagining Willow's reaction to looking in the mirror



Agent Wicked Bunny: Thanks What is your fellow agent doing down there? Glad you liked the dream, I'd always had it in mind that Tara had been having a naughty Willow-related dream at the same time Willow was being put through her paces in the gym by dream-Tara, but I didn't want to do two dreams in a row without varying the nature of the scene somehow (like having Tara unconsciously groping Willow in her sleep ). Oddly though, it only occurred to me just before I wrote this chapter to recap Tara's dream this way.



Agent Pineapple Bunny: Thanks Date? Darned being-in-the-wrong-country, it gets me every time "Rembrandt and Stephen King's evil clown" That's priceless! Yes indeed, lots of time spent imagining our favourite girls not wearing much... but also in various kinds of attire - leather, smart-is-sexy suits, stewardess uniform Actually next chapter and the one after are going to be big on the 'dress up' front. Be assured, if by some miracle a movie does get made, I'll make darned sure all the Bunnies are invited



Sticks: Thanks So be it, Agent Stick Bunny, here's your Bunny Badge and 'Bunny Girl' avatar, should you wish to use them (you don't have to, obviously). Welcome to the team!



Agent Pastel Bunny: Greetings fellow Aussie! Thanks. Interesting speculation about the identity of the Hench Wench, there's some good candidates there, for a variety of reasons - she is indeed a canon Buffy and/or Angel characters, but I won't confirm or deny anything more at the moment. But all will be revealed (in plenty of ways) by the end of next chapter...



Agent Tempest Bunny: Thanks Well, Tara's shyness is all relative - all bunnies, just by the nature of their profession, have a healthy regard for the goodness of sexiness (you have to, to put up with Anya's gadgets). But some are quite a bit less inhibited than others. You'll see



Debra: Thanks Tee Hee as in the robot arm guy? He was cool I didn't want to do a plain masturbation scene - I may, at some point, but at the moment Tara's shower in the second chapter is as far as I really want to go without having any interaction. So what I hoped to do was have the communication between the two of them make it more mutual, more like a love scene between them than just masturbating separately. On another note, I'm sure this won't be the last time in this story that something embarrassing happens to Harmony - she is the designated Lackey, after all. I actually wondered about the spelling, but decided to just go with Australian/UK. Not that it has any great bearing on the story, but I tend to think this version of Tara is British anyway; Willow is American, of course, to fit with her backstory. I did however Americanise the date I put in the thread title, because I realised to most of you it'd look like chapter 5 was posted sometime in August or something



Agent Yarn Bunny: Thanks. I get a kick out of the whole espionage side of the story - I just love my James Bond stuff, and having Willow and Tara doing it is so cool for me to think about As for the mirror, like I said above, Uma Thurman in that outfit was hot enough - just thinking of Willow in it is all the inspiration I need to imagine how she'd react to herself.



Stillrunning: Thanks Yep, I love the leather. Willow's, as I've said, is from The Avengers movie. Tara's is based on Famke Janssen's outfit from X-Men, and is a bit less figure-hugging and more practical - Tara's the martial artist of the team, so her outfit includes armour/padding. There'll be plenty more outfits, leather and otherwise, to come in this story.



Meretricious: Thanks, and I'm glad you like the portraits too. Yep, that Harmony/Xander fight was pretty funny - for me, that's the second-most-laugh-out-loud moment in BtVS. The first being in 'Hush' when, without voices, someone wrote/asked "How do we kill them?" (the Gentlemen), and Buffy did a staking motion that inadvertently looked like she was suggesting masturbating them to death. That was pretty hilarious, but what had me on the floor rolling around laughing was Anya's reaction, where everyone else was confused and embarrassed, and she just did a little 'Cool.' eyebrow-waggle and kept eating popcorn.



Agent Rage Bunny: Thanks If only I could write that fast... the next chapter will be first thing monday (Australian time) as usual. I haven't actually written any of it yet (it's been a busy week) but every last detail of it is planned out, so I figure on writing the whole thing tomorrow.



Agent Hot Tamale: Thanks. Yep, just like Q was always tinkering with watches, Anya's got a thousand and one uses for a clit ring I too would choose Tara over Angelina Jolie, and that's saying something! Wasn't that flight-suit stunt in Cradle of Life something though? That was truly worthy of being in a James Bond film, especially given that it was 100% real. Always a pleasure to be pounced upon Your next assignment: prepare for updatey goodness in 48 hours' time, said update to involve a blindfold and wild berry sauce



Agent Brer Rabbit: Thanks Great song - this fic is accumulating a full soundtrack, with this and Hot Tamale's 'Kung Fu Fighting' being the latest additions Tara in a thong, huh? I think that can be arranged, sooner or later...



Nicole: Thanks. More to come



Agent Whipped Bunny: Thanks. I'll see what I can do about moving your desk, but the Ministry offices are filling up pretty quick (with Bunnies, as well as explosive blobs of banana-flavoured gel). Besides, the three of you founded the Smut Bunnies, I can't split up such a winning team! About the fic, yeah, I've always wanted to write a Bong story, but could never quite figure it out - Bond's an assassin, and you can hardly have Willow and Tara racing around shooting people without a care the way Bond does, even if they are bad guys. But you can't have a serious spy story without it. Comedy's the perfect answer, and now I get to use all the ideas I've been holding onto just in case.



Well fellow smut-lovers, that's it for me today, look for a new chapter in 48 hours time. The blindfold I promised last week will show up (originally these two chapters were going to be one, but this way I get to elaborate more), plus the aforementioned wild berry sauce, pancakes, showery goodness, and Willow and Tara being very naughty indeed. Also, the mystery Hench Wench will be revealed (in both senses of the word ). Thanks for your feedback!

Chris Cook

Through the Looking-glass

A Willow and Tara for every world.

Smut Bunnies!: Saving the world, sexily!

[stillrunning]

Quote:

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Willow's, as I've said, is from The Avengers movie. Tara's is based on Famke Janssen's outfit from X-Men

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Yea see that's what I was seeing when I was reading the descriptions and all that. Especially Tara's. And I love the X-Men movies, so that was REALLY easy for me to imagine.

"Heaven's not a place that you go when you die...it's that moment in life when you actually feel alive"

[Artemis]

Stillrunning: Cool, thanks



Title: Smut Bunnies

Author: Chris Cook

Rating: NC-17, naturally

Summary: Secret agents. Supervillains. Adventure. Excitement. Smut. Lots of smut. And saving the world, too.

Spoilers: None.

Copyright: Based on characters from Buffy The Vampire Slayer, created by Joss Whedon and his talented minionators, and all manner of things including the James Bond series by Ian Fleming/Eon Productions, and The Avengers by Brian Clemens. All original material (I'm sure there's some in there somewhere) is copyright 2005 Chris Cook.

Feedback: Please. Here, or to alia@netspace.net.au

Note: This week's 'homage' (cough*stealing*cough) is to Charlie's Angels Full Throttle. You'll know when you see it.



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SMUT BUNNIES!

Chapter Seven: Licence to Thrill

'Special Regulation #101 (aka 'Licence to Thrill'): Providing such activities do not result in mission failure, Agents of Bunny rank may at any time undertake whatever consensual pleasurable activities they deem apt for the occasion, with fellow agents and/or civilians.'

- Special Ministry for Unconventional Threats agent training manual



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Manhattan, New York City

Willow & Tara's Suite, Carlyle Hotel

1000 Hours



"I love wild berry sauce," Tara explained, smiling fondly at the pancakes in front of her and Willow on the breakfast table.



"Never tried it," Willow commented idly. Tara regarded her with an expression of disbelieving shock.



"What?"



"This," Tara said seriously, "is something you'll remember forever. This is my favourite... actually, my second-favourite taste in the whole world."



"Gotta be good then," Willow smiled, flopping a pancake onto her plate and offering it to Tara. "Wild berry me up!" Tara beamed a smile and gently squeezed the plastic bottle, dripping sauce over Willow's breakfast.



"Second-favourite?" Willow asked, lowering her plate. Tara gave her a steamy smile.



"I recently discovered something that tasted better," she admitted, licking her lips. "But it's not something you can order up from the kitchen."



"Oh?" Willow looked confused. "So, is it... oh! Oh, right..."



"Uh-huh," Tara grinned at Willow's blush.



"Heh... well, the kitchen may not have it," Willow went on, "but, I know where there's a steady supply..." She cut a piece of pancake and popped it onto her mouth. "Hey... hey! Wow, this is good!"



"Yes, it is." Tara gave one of her lop-sided grins and set about her own meal.



Willow took a moment between bites to simply sit and stare. Secluded in their room, neither had bothered dressing to any great extent, except for the long dressing gown Tara had donned for five minutes to open the door for breakfast to be delivered, while Willow was in the bathroom. Once it was just the two of them again the gown had quickly ended up back on its hook in the wardrobe, leaving Tara gloriously naked. Willow's eyes strayed from her lips, busily consuming pieces of sauce-covered pancake, down her neck, over her breasts - 'Mmmm, Tara breasts...' - down across her abdomen, and then, impeded only slightly by the glass-topped breakfast table and the various plates and cups on it, lower still. Tara sat with one leg folded beneath her on her chair, the other stretched out ahead of her. Willow watched as her toes idly traced the contours of the wrought-iron table leg.



Willow herself wore just a light, loose crop top. She had been intending to put on boxers, or panties, or something, but seeing Tara wandering about their suite naked had derailed those plans, not to mention led to all sorts of other plans, some of which had already been carried out before breakfast arrived. Quite by accident, though, Willow had discovered it was oddly exciting to be just wearing her top - the feel of material on her shoulders, on her back, grazing over her breasts as she leant forward to take a bite of pancake and leant back again, served to remind her just how naked she was otherwise. And being so, in Tara's presence, was very exciting indeed.



Feeling bold, she reached out with her own leg and placed her foot just beneath Tara's, keeping her eyes steadily averted when Tara's foot found hers. She heard a little intake of breath, then a quiet chuckle deep in Tara's throat, and her toes began to move slowly up and down Willow's foot, from toes to ankle and back again.



"Enjoying your breakfast?" Tara asked innocently. She gently nudged Willow's foot up and began stroking the back of her calf.



"Oh, yeah," Willow smiled, trying to sound like there was no subtext, "uh-huh..."



"Pity about the round pancakes," Tara said idly.



"Round is bad?" Willow asked. Trying to appear casual - and, she had to admit, probably failing fairly obviously - she shifted her chair so that she was a little closer to Tara, and stretched out her leg straight ahead. Her toes just reached the edge of Tara's chair, and she rested there, her leg stretched between them.



"Pancakes are never bad," Tara explained with a subtle smile - her leg lifted and she began to stroke her toes along Willow's thigh. "But round is... well, it's round, you can have round pancakes wherever you go. When I'm at home I like to make funny-shaped pancakes."



"Funny-shaped?" Willow asked, breathing a little harder.



"Uh-huh," Tara murmured. "You know... stars, hearts, diamonds... actually," she admitted, giving Willow's leg a little tickle by wriggling her toes, "they usually turn out just a blobs. But they're clearly blobs, not just round pancakes gone wrong. I like 'em - they're my own personal pancakes, not just anyone's. Even if they are odd blobs."



"Blobs are good," Willow nodded, reaching down to stroke Tara's foot and ankle.



"Maybe," Tara ventured, "once we get back, you might like to have breakfast at my place? I promise blobby goodness."



"Can't resist that," Willow smiled widely.



They ate together for a moment more, before both their cellphones rang at the same time. They both jumped like they'd been caught, exchanged identical blushing grins, and got up to answer them.



"Call from Head Office, secure line one," the voice on Willow's said. She glanced at Tara, who had already closed her phone and picked up one of their suitcases.



"Tara honey?" she asked, as Tara put the case on the suite's dining table and undid its latches. She gave Willow a questioning look.



"Clothes?" Willow prompted. Tara looked down at herself, stifled a giggle, and went to the wardrobe.



"I would have remembered," she insisted playfully, wrapping the dressing gown around herself. She returned to the table, where Willow had opened the case, which unfolded into a satellite communications suite, complete with antenna, video screen and camera, and a state-of-the-art encryption module. "What about you?"



"I've got a top on," Willow pointed out, suppressing a mischievous grin. "The camera doesn't see down that far."



"Naughty girl," Tara laughed. Willow switched on the suite, checked the frame of the image of herself and Tara just in case, then nodded in satisfaction and keyed in her access code.



"Good afternoon agents," Winifred Burkle said as the screen lit up with an image of her in her A-Branch office. "Actually, it's still good morning for you girls, isn't it?"



"Ma'am," Tara said, hiding a smile, "I take it the news is good either way?"



"Yup, all news is good news. We've got some results back from the data you uploaded to us last night. Obviously there's a lot of standard corporate stuff - some questionable dealings, they tell me, but nothing unusual for a big company, and nothing we need to get involved with. But, one whole memory core was devoted to AI programming, and not just to make a better computer. We're still analysing everything, but it looks like this network was the testbed for our anti-smut chip."



"Is there enough to start work on a countermeasure?" Willow asked, leaning forward to study the lines of code and hierarchy diagrams that began scrolling past in a new window. As she leaned her elbows on the table, Tara covertly glanced down to admire her bottom, obscured from the camera's view but unconsciously displayed very nicely to Tara herself.



"We're working on it," Fred explained, "but it won't be quick or easy."



"Yeah, so I see," Willow nodded, studying the code.



"Plus, this is work-in-progress data - this network wasn't the one they used to create the final programming for the chip. This'll give us a lot of help, but we need to extract more information from Osbourne if we want to be sure we can block the chip's functioning. Ideally, of course, we'll be able to keep the chip's programming from going live in the first place, but it pays to be prepared."



"Ye-um! Uh, yeah," Willow agreed, blushing as she felt Tara's hand leisurely stroking her ass.



"So," Tara said from behind her, perfectly composed, "our next move is to pursue Daniel Osbourne further?" Willow bit her lip to stifle a whimper of pleasure as her fingers slid between her ass cheeks and ran up and down the crevice.



"That's our assessment too," Fred agreed. "We regard a second mission to Osbourne Tower as having a low probability of turning up anything useful - the 2% of data we didn't get is unlikely to shed any new light on this, and it's far more likely that the network has been cleansed of anything incriminating by now."



"Uh-huh," Willow nodded vaguely. Her eyes widened noticeably as Tara's hand strayed lower, between her legs, and her fingertips began gently stroking Willow's lips.



"'Human intelligence', then?" Tara asked. "What leads do we have on Osbourne?" She insinuated a finger between Willow's lips and stroked back and forth, smiling to herself at the gathering of moisture there. Willow struggled to control her breathing.



"We've got what our analysts think is a promising lead," Fred said. "Your upload was commendably thorough, Agent Adorabunny - among the data we got Osbourne's entire appointment schedule from his personal system."



"H-he... wouldn't he ch-change his ah- appointments?" Willow asked.



"He knows his security has been compromised," Tara explained, teasing Willow's opening.



"There's one we think he won't. He has tickets for the Wonder Ball, tomorrow. Given that we now know Osbourne is anti-smut, and the ball has a reputation for being a bit of a wild night, within the confines of respectable behaviour of course, we think the only reason he'd attend would be for an arranged rendezvous."



"Can you get us tickets?" Tara asked. "What do you think, Willow? Would you like to go to the ball?"



"Uh... yeah," Willow nodded distantly, "yeah, I like... I'd like... yeah..."



"Tickets, no," Fred explained, "the guest list is secured months in advance. But we have got a scenario to get you in regardless. Jenkins is preparing an equipment package, you'll pick it up in LA. You've got a flight there at 7pm, your time, the operation will commence the next morning. Details will be in the package."



"Thank you," Tara said politely.



"Ye-yeah, thanks," Willow managed.



"Good luck, Bunnies," Fred wished them. "Have fun at the ball, too - don't forget your Licence to Thrill applies, so you shouldn't have any trouble blending in with the party-goers." Her image disappeared from the screen, and the communications suite automatically folded back into its case.



"You naughty agent!" Willow laughed, looking back over her shoulder at Tara.



"Who, me?" Tara asked, all innocence. "Our breakfast got interrupted, remember? I was feeling a bit hungry." She extracted her hand from between Willow's legs and delicately licked her fingertips clean. Willow took a shuddering breath and rolled over, lying back on the table.



"Still hungry?" she asked, as Tara's eyes raked the length of her body.



"For you?" Tara replied, lowering herself between Willow's legs. "Always."



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Manhattan, New York City

Willow & Tara's Suite, Carlyle Hotel

1100 Hours



Willow strolled into the bathroom just as Tara had finished drying herself off from her shower, with her hair still wet and dark, clinging to her neck and shoulders. Tara gazed warmly at her, taking in with considerable desire her outfit - a thin gold chain around her waist - and with some curiosity the fact that she was obviously holding something behind her back.



"What've you got there?" she grinned, leaning elegantly against the basin.



"I was thinking of a quote from the great Bard," Willow said.



"Cacofonix?" Tara asked with a guileless smile. "I'll introduce you some time," she added at Willow's blank look.



"Shakespeare," the redhead clarified. "It seemed appropriate - 'Tickle me, do I not laugh; lick me, do I not squeal-'"



"You do indeed," Tara giggled. "Did Shakespeare write that?"



"First draft," Willow said, "it was going to be 'The Sexy Jewish Hottie of Venice', and Miss Shylock and Portia - who just happened to be a breathtakingly sensual blonde - fell in love and lived happily ever after."



"What happened to Antonio and Bassanio?"



"Oh, they came out of the closet, and Antonio stopped being a jerk thereafter," Willow explained airily.



"What happened to that version?" Tara asked.



"Censors got wind of it, some stuffy people complained," Willow shrugged idly, "Shakespeare took all the hotness out, and it went all spiteful and nasty. That happens when you don't get enough sexiness in your day, you know."



"Uh-huh," Tara nodded, "luckily I don't have to worry about that myself, what with a certain sexy Jewish hottie parading around in a lovely little gold chain and nothing else." She gave Willow a knowing smile.



"You like it?" Willow beamed at the compliment. "I thought you'd appreciate a little decorative touch."



"I appreciate you," Tara said, standing before Willow and tenderly stroking her cheek, "decorated or not. It does look beautiful on you though."



"Thank you," Willow sighed happily, leaning her face against Tara's gentle touch.



"You're welcome," Tara murmured. "So, are you going to tell me what you're holding behind your back, or do I have to guess?" She craned her neck a little to peep over Willow's shoulder, but Willow was too quick for her, swaying to one side to keep her view obscured.



"Well I was," she said, "you never let me finish my quote." Tara laughed softly, and stood back.



"By all means," she chuckled, "proceed."



"As I was saying," Willow nodded, raising one hand in the stereotypical soliloquy-delivering posture while keeping the other hidden, "'Tickle me, do I not laugh; lick me, do I not squeal; have your wicked way with me while I'm in front of a communications console and have to pretend that nothing untoward is going on," she paused for breath, "shall I not get you back?"



Tara's smile broadened into a sexy grin, and she crossed her arms, regarding Willow speculatively.



"Oh really? And just how do you plan to get me back?" she asked. Willow brought her hand from behind her back, and held a soft satin blindfold up for Tara to see.



"If you want to find out," she offered. Tara smiled, bit her lip, then reached for the blindfold and lifted it to her face. She paused, just before covering her eyes.



"My safe word is 'aquarium'," she said softly, and slipped the elastic strap over her head, pulling the blindfold tight across her eyes.



"Aquarium," Willow repeated. "I wouldn't have done anything without-"



"I know," Tara interrupted her gently, "I know, sweetie. I trust you. I'm telling you so that you never have to stop and ask... about anything. Just do." She gave Willow, who had not moved since she donned the blindfold, an inviting grin.



Willow took a step closer to her and gently brought their lips together, opening just to nibble on Tara's lower lip and breathe in her sigh.



"Thank you," she whispered. Then she stepped back and looked slowly up and down Tara's full height, from her feet to the top her head, missing nothing in between.



"Now, are you ready for the Hottie of Venice to have her way with you?" she grinned.



"I am," Tara nodded, "for your quality of hotness is not strained, it droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven. And sweetie, my heaven is gently raining just thinking about it." She chuckled, and Willow laughed out loud.



"Come on then, my beautiful bard," she said, taking Tara's hand and leading her out into the bedroom, "I've got a play consisting of several acts that I intend to perform."



"I'll do my best to be an attentive audience," Tara murmured.



"Oh you get to do more," Willow promised, "it's interactive. Bed, honey." She led Tara gently forward until she found the bed in front of her and sat on the edge. "Lie down, relax." Tara obediently lifted her legs onto the bed, shifted towards its centre, and stretched herself out atop it. Willow's grin widened alarmingly as she studied the nude form before her. 'Oh yes baby,' she promised herself, 'this is going to be fun!'



"Act the first," she said, kneeling next to Tara and leaning down to murmur into her ear, "in which we introduce our players... those being your senses, my darling. Seeing as your lovely, lovely eyes are indisposed for the moment," she stroked a finger over Tara's blindfold, then down to the tip of her nose, "we'll confine ourselves to your other senses. The first... sound... in which I whisper in your luscious ears..." Willow lay down and rested her head beside Tara's on the pillow, close enough to reach out and lick her earlobe, "...all kinds of delicious, delightful, naughty things." She chuckled to herself. "And just because it's kind of in the right theme, I'm going to be playing with your ear, a lot," she added, beginning with a kiss.



"Mmm," Tara moaned, grinning.



"Like that?" Willow asked. "You know I've heard people compare ears to seashells, but I never quite got that until now... I mean, the shape obviously, but why it's a sensual observation to make... oh, but now I see why... it's all to do with the curve..." She ran her tongue along the top of Tara's ear, around from the front to the back. Tara whimpered happily.



"Lovely curve," Willow whispered, leaning in close to her breath wafted across Tara's skin, "so smooth, perfect, round, so delicate... but strong too, firm... it doesn't give way when you lick it, oh no... see-" she gave Tara's ear another lick, to demonstrate, "-it's not just me to you, it's you to me as well... you feel me running my tongue across this lovely ear of yours... I feel you on my tongue, firmly... it's exciting... it's saying 'yes, come on, I can take it', isn't it?"



"Yes," Tara breathed.



"Then we move down," Willow purred on, "and we have your earlobe... soft, pliable... some people would overlook this, but that'd be silly of them, wouldn't it? We can have so... much... fun... right here... like this-" Willow took Tara's earlobe into her mouth and sucked on it, running her tongue back and forth over the little nub of soft flesh, nibbling, but always sucking, keeping up the strong, steady sensation as Tara moaned, then drew shuddering breaths, then writhed, and finally couldn't keep herself from arching her back off the bed and crying Willow's name out loud.



Only then did Willow release her, smiling to herself as Tara settled back down, murmuring contentedly as her breathing steadied.



"See?" she asked. "I bet some people would think it's kind of odd, devoting all this attention to your ear... nuh-uh, not me - there's not a single bit of you I don't intend to make love to, fully and exhaustively..."



"I love you," Tara whispered.



"I know, sweetheart," Willow replied, "I know... and I'm going to show you just how much I love you... oh yes I am... but you have to be a good girl, and not distract me... because you could, very easily... I wouldn't even try to stop you, you could just roll over, kiss me... run your hands all over me... all over, everywhere and anywhere... squeeze my breasts, make me gasp in delight, that much easier for you to taste deep inside my mouth... trap my tongue between your teeth, trap me and play with me... work your way down my neck, sucking my skin, marking me, while you squeeze and knead my breasts, roll my nipples between your fingers, squeezing and pinching and tormenting me, yes baby, sweet torment just how I love it, making me moan like a wild thing and buck beneath you, pressing into you..." She chuckled to herself, and brushed her lips very softly over Tara's ear, eliciting a desperate whimper from her. Tara was breathing rapidly, swallowing, barely able to keep still as she lay beside Willow.



"You'd move lower then, wouldn't you?" Willow went on. "Now that my nipples are all... prepared... for your mouth... your hands would grip my waist, firmly, commandingly, you'd hold me to keep me still while you slowly, oh god torturously slowly licked your way down from my neck to my chest, kissing me every inch of the way. Little kisses, little reminders of who's claiming who, kisses on my skin saying 'Mine, mine, mine', isn't that right? Yes, that's right... and finally you'd come to my breasts, my nipples, standing up so hard and firm, so that just the tiniest touch would rock through me. Oh, but no mercy for me, oh no... no, you'd give me just one feather-light lick to let me know what's in store, then... then take me, you'd close your mouth around my poor, straining nipple, and suck, suck, suck, oh god endless, like a hungry baby, as if you're sucking my soul out of my body, sucking and drinking my essence as it flows into your mouth, down into your heart, filling you up... you've got such a vivid imagination," she quipped, smiling as Tara abruptly giggled.



"And of course the best thing is that I have an endless supply of soul for you," she continued. "You can suckle to your heart's content, and I'll never deny you, I'm always yours for the taking... always so willing and eager and ready to be consumed by you... so from one nipple to the other, as I'm gasping for breath, tears of delight streaming over my cheeks, I can scarcely believe you're about to begin again, but you do, and amid all the wonderful pleasure, I barely notice you nudging my legs apart, reaching down, testing the waters, the well of hot juice brimming over from my pussy... but I notice when you touch me..."



"Yesss..." Tara sighed dreamily.



"So concludes act one," Willow grinned, "hearing... did you like it?"



"I wanted to know what happens next," Tara pouted adorably.



"Ah, what happens next," Willow smiled, "well, the first act is a tease, it's got to leave you wanting more... and maybe you can find out for yourself, some time... would you keep me on the edge? Or make me come right away, because that would only be the first of so many, many times I'd feel myself contract, shudder, around your fingers, your tongue, feel myself flowing out into your waiting mouth... I wonder..."



"You'll just have to wait and see," Tara chuckled.



"I guess I will," Willow agreed. "Ready for act two?"



"I'm ready for anything, sweetie."



"Good," Willow murmured, sliding to the edge of the bed and getting to her feet. "Good, because act two is where we move up a gear. You've had your teasing, now it's time to deliver... can you guess which sense act two will be? I'll give you a clue." She reached over and ran a single fingertip from Tara's hip down her thigh.



"Ummm, touch," Tara trembled.



"Very good," Willow giggled, "touch... and it just so happens that I have some props that I think you'll enjoy, very much."



"Yes?" Tara asked, stretching her limbs, her hands pressing against the head of the bed, her toes pointing straight down, almost reaching the foot.



"Patience," Willow smiled, "you'll find out soon." 'God only knows what Anya was thinking when she packed some of this stuff,' she thought, retrieving the items she had selected earlier from the dizzying array of bits and pieces in their luggage. First she pulled onto her hands a pair of gloves coated with the most exquisitely fine imitation fur. Willow had tested them on herself, briefly - she would have lost track of time had she been any less brief when she stroked the gloves across her stomach - and found them marvellously soft, silky and sensual. According to the manual, they could generate enough static discharge to wipe any magnetic disk within five metres of them when rubbed together, but only when connected to a pair of bracelet, which Willow had left safely packed away. 'We don't want to be electrifying, except in the metaphorical sense,' Willow sniggered to herself.



"Touch," she said, getting back on the bed and straddling Tara's calves, "the skin, as you know, is the body's largest single organ, so I can hardly ignore such a prominent part of you, especially when it's so smooth, so silky, so delightful to stroke, caress, rub, grip, kiss, nip, bite, lick..." She took a deep breath to steady herself, and chuckled throatily. "I did have this formula all ready to tell, roughly, how much surface area there is, but you know, something about having you all stretched out and naked beneath me just drove it right out of my mind." She laughed casually. "Rest assured, though, I won't ignore a single square millimetre of your beautiful... soft... smooth skin."



"Ooh!" Tara exclaimed as Willow's gloved hands closed on her hips and began sliding down her thighs, "oh god... oh that feels, oh... divine..." Willow grinned with satisfaction as she massaged Tara's thighs with long, lingering strokes, gently kneading the firm muscles as she drew the silken fur across her skin.



"You know what," she said, stroking her way down to Tara's knees, "this really emphasises just how beautiful you are... head to toe..."



"Rea- ah! Heh!" Tara suddenly burst out laughing as Willow caressed the backs of her knees.



"Ticklish, eh?" Willow grinned, moving further down to her calves, again giving the muscles a good, firm grip as she moved back and forth for a moment.



"A bit," Tara admitted, relaxing again.



"Uh-huh, I'll file that away for future reference," Willow promised, "just in case you should ever somehow discover that I'm not entirely immune to the effects of the common tickle myself... mmm, look here, lovely feet." Willow lifted Tara's feet one by one, using her free hand to caress each all over while she held her heel, while Tara shuddered her way through various reminiscences of breakfast, and dreaming about dream-Willow's stocking-clad foot rubbing against her naked sex.



"Moving on," Willow said, bestowing a kiss on each big toe before sliding her hands back up Tara's legs. "Onwards and upwards, lift up baby..." Tara obediently lifted her hips off the bed as Willow slid her gloved hands under her thighs, and up to cup her ass, which she gripped firmly.



"Oh this is lovely," she murmured, alternately squeezing and stroking Tara's cheeks, "some time in the not too distant future I'm going to spend a long time indeed just loving your beautiful, sexy ass."



"Uh-huh," Tara sighed, writhing slowly in Willow's firm hold.



"Oh yes," she went on, "you're truly remarkable, baby... so..." she nudged apart Tara's legs and knelt between them, letting Tara's thighs rest atop hers, leaving her hips suspended off the bed without any strain on Tara to hold her position.



"So," she repeated, her voice thickening with desire, "I'll stroke and caress... kiss... lick... nibble... you'd like that, my sweetheart? Feel my teeth grip the flesh of your ass, bite every so gently... grrr," she growled, trying not to giggle.



"Grrr!" Tara enthusiastically echoed.



"Maybe not just the cheeks," Willow said softly, slowly, "if you want... I could..." She gently ran one hand down over Tara's ass, her fingertips trailing along the crevice between her cheeks, and she slowed and rubbed a gentle circle when she felt the indentation there, tenderly stroking Tara's hidden rose.



"Ahhhh," Tara sighed, "mmm..."



"You like that?" Willow whispered.



"I... yeah..."



"Then I certainly won't neglect you there," Willow promised. With slow, gentle motions she slid her legs from beneath Tara and lowered her hips to the bed, moving up to straddle her waist as she stroked the gloves up her sides, skirting around her breasts.



"I love you," Tara whispered, and Willow's heart melted at the smile on her lips.



"I love you," she echoed, "and I most certainly will love you, in every way... every possible way you want, my darling Tara..."



"Oh god," Tara whimpered, arching off the bed to press herself into Willow's hands, "god, take me..."



"I will," Willow promised, "I absolutely will." She reached beneath Tara, caressing her back, then lowered her to the bed and took each arm in turn, closing her hands in a ring around each and sliding from shoulder to the tips of her fingers. Lastly, and most delicately, she cupped Tara's face, stroking her fur-covered fingers up and down her cheeks, and held her gently while she brushed a fleeting kiss across her lips.



"You'll notice," she whispered, "we've skipped a couple of, shall we say, 'crucial areas'..."



"Uh-huh," Tara nodded slightly, as if this kind of thinking was a bit beyond her at the moment.



"That's a little clue that the act of touching is not yet complete," Willow smiled, removing the gloves and tossing them on the floor. "Because there are, of course, many kinds of touch, many sensations to try..."



"They're all Willow-touches," Tara sighed, "I love Willow-touches..."



"Then Willow-touches you shall have," Willow promised, "many and varied."



"Yes," Tara smiled, "yes, all kinds, sweetie... I love them all..."



Willow chuckled, and moved to kneel next to Tara, reaching over her shoulder for her second 'prop', a jug of iced water she had positioned on the bedside table. She stifled a giggle as she put her fingertips into the icy water, and drew out a single cube of ice.



"I wonder if you know what I've got in mind," she said, "or will this come as a surprise?" Half-way through 'surprise' she touched the corner of the ice cube to Tara's left nipple for just a second before lifting it away.



"Ah!" Tara exclaimed, jerking, "ah! Oh... oh... ah, sweetie..."



"Like?" Willow enquired.



"Exciting," Tara gasped.



"Sent a chill down your spine?" Willow joked, applying the ice to Tara's other nipple, again just for an instant.



"Ahh! God... yes... ah!" she exclaimed again, as Willow quickly touched the ice to one nipple, then the other, sometimes for a second, sometimes holding it there as icy water trickled down onto her crinkling areolae. By the time Willow sat back and admired her work, Tara was a writhing mass of desire, with her two nipples painfully erect.



"And what goes with cold?" Willow asked. "Like night and day... black and white... cold and..." She leaned over and closed her mouth over Tara's left nipple, sucking hungrily.



"Hot!" Tara exclaimed, "oh god hot! Yes! Oh god... yes..." she trailed off as Willow sat back again.



"That's right," Willow grinned, leaning back down over Tara's heaving breasts, "cold and hot, hot and cold, which comes next..." she let Tara feel the heat of her breath wafting over her right nipple, then quickly touched the ice to her left. "...nobody knows," she concluded happily, as Tara gasped and moaned and writhed.



"Oh god baby," Tara whimpered, "god, I- ah! Oh, god..." Willow began quickly stroking Tara's nipples to an even more urgent state of attention, licking, sucking, running the rapidly-melting ice cube over them, left and right, hot and cold, in no pattern at all, catching Tara by surprise each time. "Oh baby, ye-es! Yes... ah! Oh my god, oh my- oh! I... god! Willow- ah! Ah, sweetie, yes- yes!"



"Like that, my lovely?" Willow asked, dropping the remaining tiny lump of ice in Tara's belly button, earning one last aroused squeal.



"Oh Willow, god... I feel... god, I've never felt anything like what you make me feel... is there some special training at the Ministry I don't know about?"



"No baby," Willow laughed, "you're just pure inspiration... how are those delightfully lickable nipples feeling?"



"Oh sweetie you have no idea," Tara moaned, "I... god, like they're pumped full to bursting of white-hot molten steel, like if they're just touched I... god, I can't even imagine it..."



"Touched like this?" Willow asked innocently, dragging a fingertip up the underside of the left straining nipple to the tip.



"Ah! God!" Tara yelled. "Oh baby, sweetie, that's bliss and torture, I almost came baby, just from that, just from that I swear I'm so close..."



"Are you," Willow breathed, "well... I did have one more step in mind, but..." Tara swallowed, gripped two handfuls of the sheets beneath her, and arched her back, presenting her breasts to Willow.



"Do it," she said in a trembling voice.



"Are you sure?" Willow asked, her teasing tone giving way to genuine concern. "If it'd hurt-"



"It won't," Tara promised.



"You don't even know what it is," Willow pointed out, caressing Tara's shoulder idly to let her know their debate wasn't upsetting her.



"You do," Tara said, "and I trust you, completely."



"I love you so much," Willow whispered. She quickly scuttled off the bed and retrieved her next 'prop', a pair of slim silver nipple clamps linked by a delicate chain that, connected to the proper socket, would serve equally well as a radio antenna. Willow had tested them on herself earlier, to be sure they didn't bite too hard. Now she bit her lip, contemplating closing the tiny metal jaws on Tara's waiting, straining nipples. She got back on the bed and once more settled herself atop Tara's hips, straddling her.



"Are you ready, sweetheart?" she asked first.



"For you, sweetie," Tara whispered, "I'm so far beyond ready..." Willow leaned down, held the two clips in each hand, keeping the chain up with her wrists, so that Tara wouldn't feel it training on her skin before she was ready. She swallowed, suddenly nervous as she stared in wonder at Tara's luscious, full breasts, and her nipples which still stood so proud and erect it was a wonder Tara could endure it at all.



"Now, hold still," Willow breathed, opening the tiny clamps and slipping them onto Tara's nipples, not yet letting go. Tara gasped at the tiny touch of the metal against her nipples, and made a quiet, urgent keening sound in the back of her throat.



"Now?" Willow whispered, afraid almost to speak in what seemed suddenly to be a sacred moment in time.



"Now," Tara replied, her voice equally hushed. Willow let the clamps close on Tara's nipples.



"Oh GOD!" Tara yelled at the top of her voice, bucking like a bronco beneath Willow. "God! Oh ghh... ah... AH! YES! Oh god yes! Yes!" Her whole body shook uncontrollably as she squirmed and heaved beneath Willow, and Willow recognised the signs, in her body and her voice, of her climax breaking over her. She quickly swung herself off Tara's waist and pressed her palm against her sex, feeling an uncontrolled flood of juice already coating her soft, swollen folds.



"Yes!" Tara cried out, feeling her touch, "yes do it, do it Willow, oh god, god, fuck me!"



Willow was so surprised to hear Tara, normally so soft-spoken, say 'fuck' that she didn't even realise for a moment that she had slid two fingers into her pussy and was vigorously thrusting, stroking inside her, searching for and finding her g-spot as was quickly becoming second nature since their first time together. It was a combination of the feeling of Tara's second orgasm, flowing over and between and past her fingers, and Tara's full-throated appreciation, that brought the realisation to Willow. And in turn, she was so surprised by that that she didn't realise her other hand was between her own legs, firmly pressing against her soaking labia, her palm rubbing her clit.



She bit her lip when she realised, holding herself in check - 'Hers,' she fiercely promised herself, 'this belongs to her!' She turned her full attention back to Tara, who was rapidly reaching the crest of a third climax, which Willow determined to make most spectacular. Aided by Tara's copious lubrication she added a third finger within her, feeling with each thrust the heady sensation of Tara's tight passage welcome her, and with her free hand, still dripping with her own juices, she quickly undid the clamps from her nipples, earning another ear-splitting yell of ecstasy. Tara's hands flew to Willow's wrists, holding her tightly, one hand pressed flat against her chest, between her heaving breasts, the other pumping between her legs, guiding Willow's fingers to drive into her, to mercilessly release another orgasm which crashed and rocked and broke through her like a huge wave striking a cliff and thundering high into the air. Tara literally rose off the bed, on her shoulders and heels, the rest of her body taut as a bowstring, then she crashed down and thrust her hips wildly against Willow's penetrating fingers, each thrust accompanied by a surge of hot nectar from deep within her core.



Willow gently withdrew and hugged Tara, who clutched her fiercely as her body shook, whispering, "Willow, sweetie, oh god, my Willow, my Willow..."



"I'm here," Willow whispered back, "right here..."



"That... Willow... that was... I... god..." Her hands, roving around Willow's back, went to her waist and held her tightly. "I want you Willow, right now, I want you so bad... please Willow, I need you, I need to love you right now..."



"Well," Willow admitted, "I did have one more act planned, scent and taste - they're very closely linked, you know-"



"Yes!" Tara whispered intensely. "Taste, sweetie, let me taste you."



"Let me just get one thing?" Willow murmured. "I promise you'll like it." Tara took a deep breath to steady herself, then let go of Willow's waist and smiled a broad, sensual smile.



"Don't take long," she breathed, "I want my tongue in you when you come... and I want it really soon..."



'Oh god,' Willow marvelled. "You'll get it," she promised, sliding to the side of the bed, "you'll get everything I've got, sweetheart, and more."



Just beyond Tara's reach she rolled onto her back and reached for her final 'accessory', the half-filled bottle of wild berry sauce from breakfast. 'How do I think up these naughty thoughts?' she mused, as she upended the bottle, keeping her fingertip over the opening. Looking back at Tara - stretching once more, taking deep, luxuriant breaths, her chest heaving in anticipation - she parted her thighs, gently slipped the smooth top of the bottle into her opening, and squeezed.



"Ooooh!" she exclaimed, fighting to keep her voice to a whisper as she felt the warm sauce flow into her pussy. Tara, still blindfolded, nevertheless turned her head towards her, hearing her hushed delight. Willow bit her lip to keep silent, and carefully squeezed the bulk of the remaining sauce into herself, removing the bottle while a little still remained in it. 'Don't want to accidentally give myself an air embolism just when I'm about to have the greatest experience of my life,' she giggled silently. 'Play safe, play happy... oh god this is going to be... no, not going to, this is now!'



"You want to taste me, my Tara?" she asked, clamping her palm firmly over her sex as she rolled back over and moved to straddle Tara's shoulders, kneeling above her head.



"I need you," Tara whimpered.



"I've got a surprise for you," Willow grinned lasciviously, "I think you'll like my flavour even more." She withdrew her hand and lowered herself, tilting her head back and, idly, licking the trace of sauce that had leaked onto her palm, when she felt Tara's lips and tongue make contact with her.



"Mmm- Mmmmm!" Tara moaned in surprise, and then utter delight. All pretence of passivity left her as she reached both arms around Willow's thighs, holding her tightly, and pressed her open mouth squarely over Willow's sex, engulfing her folds, while her tongue eagerly parted them and sought more of the heady combination of flavours within her. Willow lost her voice for a moment, completely helpless as Tara held her and devoured her, reaching as far into her as humanly possible, coaxing her simmering release quickly to fruition.



"Oh..." Willow sighed, her voice returning, "oh... uh, uh, oh yes, yeah, yeeea-oh, oh, oh, Oh, OH YES!" She started to fall backwards, then sat suspended, held upright purely by Tara's strong grip on her thighs and hips, her arms trailing behind her, head lolling back, giving voice to a shapeless wail of delight as Tara ceaselessly, remorselessly consumed the bounty of her sex. The soft glow of the ceiling light played in her open eyes, becoming streaks of light, stars, waves of light, flashbulbs going off in her head, and always, always the constant, unyielding sensation from her core, as if her inner being itself was swelling up, pushing along her passage, flowing from her into Tara, deep into her, joining them...



"Willow?" Willow heard. She blinked slowly, focussing on the most beautiful sparkling blue eyes she had ever seen. "Willow?"



"Tara," she whispered.



"Welcome back," Tara grinned, cuddling Willow.



"Never left," Willow sighed contentedly, "just... I was with you, so with you I had to stop being everything else, I think... you get it?"



"I get it," Tara nodded. Willow smiled, then blushed.



"Did you like?" she asked shyly.



"I loved," Tara replied. "Wild Willow sauce, definitely my new favourite."



"Good," Willow murmured. "Well, you just let me know whenever you're feeling saucily-inclined, and I'll be more than happy to serve some up for you."



"Just so long as it's always 'served' in the same way," Tara giggled. Willow joined her laughter, and snuggled closer to her.



"We still don't have to leave for hours," Tara went on, "if you want... maybe we could order up some more sauce, and you can tell me what wild Tara tastes like?" Willow's eyes widened almost as much as her grin.



"Definitely," she promised, "I love wild Tara..."



-----



Long Beach, California

Life Guard Station #14

0800 Hours (Next Day)



Tara took a long look at the cruise liner moored half a mile off the beach, then handed the binoculars to Willow.



"Have I mentioned how hot you look, Baywatch babe?" Willow quipped.



"Once or twice," Tara smiled, "or, maybe, a few hundred times this morning... about as many as I've said you're scorching."



As their current disguise, each wore a red one-piece swimsuit, with a life guard logo, and had a pair of standard red life guard floats resting by their feet in the sand. Standing beside one of the beach's life guard stations, none of the beach's many local and visiting patrons seemed to take them for anything but what they appeared to be, though truth be told, Tara was getting a little tired of the teenage boys staring at her and Willow. The disguise had seemed an odd choice when they unpacked the mission kit waiting for them in LA - but then again, Anya had managed to fit a phenomenal amount of hardware into the floats.



"The kids at ten o'clock are trying to take pictures of us with their cellphone again," she muttered to Willow.



"Oops," Willow said idly, pressing a hidden button on the whistle around her neck, "cellphones are so unreliable." Tara couldn't quite resist a grin as the teenagers frowned in confusion at their phones, for the third time this morning.



"She's a beauty," Willow went on, drawing Tara's attention back to the distant liner.



"The Disco Volante," Tara said, "the liner of the disgustingly rich and famous - provided the famous are also disgustingly rich."



"And every year she hosts the Wonder Ball," Willow added, "the biggest and most glamorous costume ball this side of Venice... you sure you're not telling me what costume you asked Anya for?"



"You'll find out," Tara grinned, "all in good time. What about you? The theme this year is 'sex symbol', who will you be dressing up as that turns you on?"



"There's one obvious idea," Willow shrugged, "but it wouldn't really be a covert operation if I went dressed as Agent Shy Bunny, would it? You'll see mine when I see yours, all in good time."



Tara chuckled, then turned to look back at the street behind a beach, looking for the source of the sudden sound of squealing tyres. A bright red Lamborghini Diablo had screeched to a halt fifty metres further on, and now reversed quickly to come to a halt directly behind the two agents.



"Can't be," Tara muttered, as the driver's side door swung up and the driver emerged, a tanned brunette, her hair done up, whose outfit left her back bare.



"Hmm?" Willow asked, turning to see what Tara was looking at. Her eyes bugged out somewhat as the driver turned towards them and sauntered down from the street. Her tan was all-over, which was evident simply because her attire was almost exactly the opposite - she wore a red thong bottom, about as revealing as possible without breaking any local laws, and the reason her back was bare was that her front was too, except for a thin gold nipple ring adorning the left of her full, firm breasts.



"Tara?" she said as she drew closer.



"Cordy?" Tara replied, stunned. Willow was herself stunned when the half-naked nymph threw her arms around Tara and hugged her tightly, Tara returning the hug, a little hesitantly at first.



"Um, Cordy," Tara said as she extricated herself, "this is Willow Rosenberg... Willow, Cordelia Chase."



"Hi," Willow said nervously.



"Hi Willow," Cordelia replied brightly, shaking her hand vigorously, apparently oblivious to the effect this had on her assets. "Let me guess, stakeout?" Willow looked at Tara, surprised.



"Cordelia was with the Ministry," Tara explained, "she used to be a Bunny. My mentor, in fact, when I was first promoted."



"And she was my best student," Cordelia smiled warmly, "though, shy, hence the codename - I gave it to her, you know."



"And you're still quite the opposite," Tara smiled, regaining her composure somewhat.



"Hey, if you've got it, flaunt it," Cordelia said, living up to the motto. "So, you two are partners?"



"You know we can't discuss that," Tara said, mildly reproachful.



"Sorry," Cordelia smiled, waving it off, "force of habit, you know me, gossip queen... no problem. Hey look, I can't stay - gotta bend a few driving laws, I'm late already - but we'll catch up if you're still around in a couple of days, huh?"



"Sure," Tara nodded.



"Nice to meet you Willow," Cordelia said, giving her a bright grin, "Tara, looking great, see you soon. Bye girls!" She turned and headed back to her car, while Tara shook her head with a rueful smile, and Willow stared after her in mild amazement.



"Okay," she said at last, as the Diablo squealed its tyres and took off at breakneck speed, "between you and her, yes, I can see why you got the name 'Shy Bunny'."



"That's Cordy all right," Tara shrugged. "For a moment I was wondering if we'd have to rename you 'Stare Bunny'," she added with a chuckle.



"I wasn't- okay I was," Willow admitted, "but not in a wrong way, just, yikes, breasts where breasts weren't expected to be- well, expected, but clothed would usually be the thing, out in public in broad daylight-"



"It's okay," Tara assured her, "just teasing... Cordy's like that, she's... well, she's not shy, in a big way with the 'not'. She was one of the best, you know - Queen Bunny."



"That was Queen Bunny?" Willow asked. "I didn't realise... I mean I'd heard the codename talked about, but... wow. You were trained by Queen Bunny?" She grinned at Tara. "No wonder you're amazing."



"Sweet-talker," Tara smiled. She glanced over Willow's shoulder. "Oh, watch out, I think they've got their phones working again."



"I could just shoot 'em," Willow said idly, pressing the button on her whistle again.



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Long Beach, California

Some Distance Away

0815 Hours



Cordelia swung her Lamborghini into a parking spot and switched off the engine, glancing around to check for anyone who might see her. She then cupped her left breast and lifted it, leaning down at the same time. At a squeeze, the ball in her nipple ring glowed red.



"Report," Daniel Osbourne's voice emerged from it.



"They're here," Cordelia told him, "they've got the Disco Volante under surveillance."



"They can't get on board," Daniel said, "they're not on the guest list, and security it water-tight."



"They'll manage," Cordelia replied, "Bunnies can get anywhere they want to be."



"If you say so. Alright, come aboard, I'll have security clear you. If need be, you can take care of them once they're on the ship."



"My pleasure," Cordelia grinned.



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Chris Cook

Through the Looking-glass

A Willow and Tara for every world.

Smut Bunnies!: Saving the world, sexily!

[GayNow]

*whines* I want a Bunny of my own!



*bangs head on desk*



Great work, Chris. Looking forward to more!



Carleen

[JustSkipIt]

Haven't read yet but..

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I did however Americanise the date I put in the thread title, because I realised to most of you it'd look like chapter 5 was posted sometime in August or something

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Actually to me it said that you posted the next day which it probably was the next day where you were. But strange to see that in the morning.

"It is better to waste one's youth than to do nothing with it at all- Georges Courteline

"Censorship, like charity, should begin at home; but unlike charity, it should end there." - Chare Booth Luce

My latest story: Survivor - Ash Island

[the hero factor]

*sigh* Ya know, I had a feeling the hench wench was gonna be Cordy. And while I feel sorta bad that she's a villian in the story, just her being included is good enough for me. Especially in her nearly nekkid-ness. That was awesome.



As was the entire update. All that wonderful Tara-Willow smut. Can't wait 'til the next time. Sounds like it's gonna be a party.

[tarasgirl2]

Oh, so many things to comment on! But firstly, I just have to do several cartwheels for that fact that you revealed the mysterious hench-wench and it was exactly who I wanted it to be! Such a perfect choice too, C, since the lovely Cordy can dress like such a smut queen when she wants to. Just makes it all the more interesting that she's working for Daniel though. Hmmm, intriguing.

And my very favourite comment from this update is...Cacofonix! Oh boy oh boy, do we by any chance, have an Asterix fan in the house??? That one really cracked me up, I gotta tell ya.

I haven't got much time today but I loved the entire rest of the update too! Especially the wild berry sauce, the video call from Fred (with it's well-hidden distractions!) and the kids trying to take pics with their mobile phones



There is just nothing bad about smut and it's associated bunnies!



*Hugs*

Pastel Bunny

"No dancing naked, huh? Sigh. It just won't be the same." - Willow

"That's all right, we can save it for later." - Tara

(Wilderness Part 1 by Amber Benson & Christopher Golden)

[RageMore7]

leave it cordelia....good update. i'm really glad you have so many different characters on both spectrums



agent rage bunny

[WickedReds]

Ooo Pancakes!!... *wicked bunny stuffs her face in the mess hall, while reading Freds report*

Ahhh very interesting... So Oz is going to a wild party and hes the one creating the anti-smut chip... MMmm i wonder if he is meeting someone to buy the chip or something like that...

*Continues to eat and read.. until coming upon a little Shakespearean play write gone porn then almost dies on breakfast*

Holy mother of ummmm... Smut!!!

Heh.. Tara has a safe word...And thank the smut goddess for Anya and her gadgets.. Al thought i still have banana flavored lube in my desk!...

Ooo fun with ice..*Looks up from paper then back down* i love ice fun.. hehe...

She said fuck.. u know there s something about a shy girl screaming fuck that just drives me totally bonk *giggles*...

Now C u just gave me naughty ideas, not that i didnt think of it before.. but yummy syrup...

... So Cordy.. Queen Bunny is the one informing Oz... im glad its not Faith...



Agent Wicked out -



Meine Banane tanzt für Rußflocke 

Smutbunny Anthem: *sung to tune from Goldfinger* Smutbunnies...they'e the bunnies, the bunnies that love the smut...and Willow's butt. They surf for smut fiction...always lookin' for the next naked sweaty fix...of Tara's tits.- Written By Cameron(tarawhipped) For Us Smut Bunnies

Edited by: WickedReds at: 3/20/05 7:50 pm

[wimpy0729]

Holy crap! That was one smut-athon read.



I'd say more now C, but for some reason my mind and my hands are having trouble functioning to think and type at the same time. They seem to want to be doing something else at the moment.



I think I might have to change my name to Thud Bunny, cause this is me.



Um...more please C?





Agent Wimpy Bunny, devoted to SMUT

"There was plenty of magic." ~ Tara

[hidden watson]

I'd just like to congratulate you, oh Grand High Priest of All Things Smut for giving a new meaning to eating out. I was so tense when reading, gripping the arm of my chair so tightly, it was intense Willow going non-verbal at the videoconference with Fred, the well-drawn out description of the long teasing sensory session, the nipple clamps. And of course the inspired "placement" of the sauce. This I absolutely loved:

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'Hers,' she fiercely promised herself, 'this belongs to her!'

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That Willow still had a functioning brain at that point, when most of us readers were completely flabberghasted with the hotness already. And, I'm beginning not to make sense ...

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quiet thoughts

[stillrunning]

Ok, so firstly, lovely smutty goodness as always. Right on!



Secondly, is it just me or does Cordy working for Oz, even though she's an ex-bunny, kind of remind anyone else about 'Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle'?? Becuause she's definately reminding me of Demi Moore's character. The whole 'ex-Angel now working for the bad guy' type of thing. Could just be me, but I didn't notice any of the other kittens pointing it out, so it probably is.



Or maybe I'm just really smart! Haha.



And I definately think that I would like a badge now, if you would let me? Becuase it's just EVERYONE has lovely badges, except me So pwetty pwetty pweese!! I'll beg!!

"Heaven's not a place that you go when you die...it's that moment in life when you actually feel alive"

[Irene73]

Howdy Chris



First of all I want to start off by saying that today I will not be reporting to you as Agent Hot Tamale...but as plain ol' Irene. Why the change you ask? Well I was so excited to see the Bunnies in Long Beach baby!!!!!!! Sunny Southern California so rocks!!! I hope I didn't offend any Bunnies or Kittens...but not only did I spend 5 years working in the Terminal Island, San Pedro, Long Beach area...but I live really close to Long Beach...and it is one of my favorite cities...yay on me!!!!!!!!



So when you were describing the beach, the liners, the street...I was so there. Will the girls be making any trips to the Queen Mary...or The Aquarium of The Pacific?



I absolutely loved this update...who knew Cordelia to turn her back on her fellow Bunnies. I wonder what must of happened to turn her...I mean it's not as if she seems to have any trouble enjoying smutty goodness once in a while...so I'm thinking something probably didn't go her way and now she wants to bring the ministry down by associating herself with Osbourne. I'm also thinking that perhaps she to is playing Osbourne for a fool. I mean if I were him why would I put so much trust in her seeing as she is blatantly betraying the ministry.



And poor Tara...what will her reaction be when she finds out that her mentor has turned on them.

Willow to the rescue perhaps? Anyways...as always wonderful update...and speaking on behalf of Agent Hot Tamale...she did mention to me that she to grew up in Southern California...as you may well know from her personnel files...and she mentioned to me that if Agent AdoraBunny and Agent ShyBunny need any help...she is more than happy to assist in any way...you know important landmarks, nice places to eat...etc.

OHHHH and that she did indeed complete her mission by reading the update as well and is furious with the Queen herself.



Saluting you while placing right hand over Bunny Badge,

Irene

Agent Hot Tamale

Mexican Spy Bunny

Edited by: Irene73  at: 3/21/05 11:42 am

[TromDeGrey]

Good evening, C! My apologies for being MIA on the feedback front! I've been away developing a presentation for the Ministry, however. The Bunnies are an incredibly hard-working group of agents and I have become concerned with their health and well-being. As such, I am here to volunteer my services as a highly trained and ultra professional massage therapist. Massage will help Bunnies stay strong and flexible and well as helping them to recover more quickly from any injuries, thereby returning Bunnies to the field faster and ensuring smut is kept safe for all. I offer the codename Hands as my designation for your perusal. I look forward to hearing from you, C and of course, I look forward to more smut!



Edited to add: Another code name has been suggested to me by one of your agents. The Bunny, who has pointed out that her name sounds more like a dessert spread than a spy name, has come up with Rubber, since my work would entail making sure Bunny agents were loose and flexible. I shuddered slightly at the name. It made me think of blow-up dolls. Of course, then I thought of Anya making blow-up dolls that really BLOW UP. I'll leave the decision to you, C.

Trom's Brain: Rubbing the World the Wrong Way

Edited by: TromDeGrey at: 3/24/05 9:26 am

[ringwaldoeuvre]

Since I've recently delurked and you've recently posted, I wanted to take the opportunity to say how much I appreciate your story. I am a big spy/action movie fan, and who would I be to not appreciate your crafty smut? Permission to channel you when I get brave during the composition of smut for "The Prisoner?" It won't be nearly as delightful, but I've been thinking more and more that I could easily work smut into my outline. It is too dorky to outline smut?

[taralicious]

Agent Brer Rabbit here to report on the usage of the Bunny Licence to Thrill by Agents ShyBunny and Adorabunny in their hotel suite while awaiting the commencement of the Wonder Ball.

Willow's staging of the Bard's original draft of "The Sexy Jewish Hottie of Venice' led me to ponder if Bill had perhaps self-Bowdlerised his plays from the saucy and smutty first folios to the family-friendly homogeneity in evidence in the versions shelved in those dusty old tomes in university libraries worldwide.

Applying the Licence to Thrill upon a young Marion the Librarian, I was able to uncover the following rough drafts:

The Two Gentile Men do Verona

The Taming of the Schmoo-interspecies sex between Agents and puffy white sentient clouds

The Comedy of Air Rears

Love's Labour's Lost Trousers

A Midsummer Night's Wet Dream

The Merry Wives of Wind Sore

Much, Oh Much, Oh God Much, Ado About Nothing

As You Like it

Twelfth Night or What You Willow

Troilust and Cressidental Dam

Measure For Measure/Stroke For Stroke

All's Well That Takes It Well In The End

The Winter's Bit O' Tail

Tits Andronicunt

Corioanus

Mac's Beth

King Rear

Upon closer examination, and believe me these needed closer examination, it is perhaps fitting that William Shakespeare published the versions of the above plays which have become synonomous with his reputation as a playwright as had he gone ahead with the orginal versions of these plays, his reputation would have been of one obsessed with buggery and sodomy.

As to Cordelia's treachery and betrayal of Agent Shy Bunny, well not all sins go unpunished in this lifetime and perhaps she will be introduced to the Vermicious Khnids as a reward for her duplicitous calumny.

[Tempest Duer]

For some reason I'm not at all surprised that Cordelia is the traitor. She always was a vindictive little bitch. Shame though, since she was one of the best.



And Shakespeare! Oh wow, I've always been such a big fan, and that was just hilarious.

I got bitten by a drunk lesbian! Does that mean I'll turn into one?



~my friend Mary

[Artemis]

Hello everyone, thanks for reading and taking the time to comment Chapter 8, 'Wonderball', will be posted at the usual time, which for most of you in your strange non-Sydney-like timezones means sometime on Sunday. And yes, the Wonder Ball is called that purely because I'm damned if I could think up another way to have a chapter title that's a pun on 'Thunderball'. But I did always intend to have a costume ball in the story, for the obvious smut-in-costume reasons And because the chapter is named after Thunderball, there will also be lots of underwater action - what kind of 'action'... well, you can probably guess...



Carleen: Thanks. Well sadly I can't offer an actual Bunny (I wish), but you can be a Bunny if you want? Just say the word, there's always room for one more.



Debra: Yeah, being close to the international date line is kind of cool - if anyone in the US gives me a deadling, I can goof around for practically a whole extra day before I'm late Having said I Americanised the update date, that lasted for all of five minutes before the new chapter went up and it all went UK again (which is fine, cause 21/03 is pretty easy to work out). And the Ministry is UK-based, after all.



the hero factor: Thanks. Don't worry about Cordy, sure she's a villainess, but she's a James Bond style villainess - everyone loves them. Fiona Volpe, Xenia Onatopp, Naomi, and don't forget Pussy Galore - bad girls all. I'm hoping Cordy will fall into the same category, I certainly don't want people to hate her More a 'love to hate' kind of thing.



Agent Pastel Bunny: Thanks - yup, you guessed it It is curious that Cordy is working for Daniel, but there's a reason, and hopefully it'll be fun finding out And yes, I'm a big Asterix fan - got all the books I can find, and even a bunch of toys from when I was a tiny little thing and collected toys. Unlike now, when I'm all grown up and still collect toys (albeit toys of demonesses designed by Clive Barker).



Agent Rage Bunny: Thanks There was really no way I could leave Cordy out of this, she's pretty darned hot



Agent Wimpy Bunny: Thanks. I wonder if Anya could devise some kind of collar fitted with an airbag, to prevent bruised noses from all those 'thuds'?



Agent Wicked Bunny: Thank you. Yep, Oz is attending the wild party - but he won't be participating in the festivities much. He's got a reason for going, though, and it'll be revealed soon enough. Tara having a safe word - the Ministry being the kind of organisation it is, I imagine all agents have a safe word on file. Which means Willow's got one too. What it is, we'll find out later Yep, Faith is a loyal Bunny, as for Cordy, we'll see eventually what turned her from good to evil. And there'll be some more Anya gadgets next chapter - some useful, some oddball.



Agent Hidden Bunny: Thanks. Your chair arms are okay, right? Wouldn't want to break anything I'm glad you liked the extended smut session - most chapters won't be so solely devoted to smuttiness, but hopefully there'll be enough going on that you won't all be disappointed. And there is the guaranteed smut, one way or the other.



Stillrunning: Thank you. And welcome to the Ministry, Agent Running Bunny (an athlete, obviously). Here's your Badge and Bunny avatar, though personally I wouldn't replace that lovely Willow avatar you've got for anything. And you're quite right about Cordy's entrance, it's stolen from- ahem, an homage to Charlie's Angels Full Throttle. Because damn, Demi Moore is sizzling hot. That's why Cordy, like Madison, drives a Diablo, though as it'll turn out Cordy's has a lot more concealed weaponry in it.



Irene (and Hot Tamale): Thanks. Glad you liked the Long Beach setting - I figured it's a Bond movie, it's got to have cool locations everyone recognises. Though I have to admit, I was completely making it up - I Googled a couple of pictures to confirm that there was a) a beach, b) at least one road thereabouts, and c) enough water to fit a cruise liner into (that bit was easy, what with the Pacific Ocean), and there you have it. Sadly no Queen Mary or Aquarium of the Pacific, all the action will take place in and around the Disco Volante (which Bond fans will recognise from Thunderball, though it's gotten a lot bigger, and lost the hydrofoil option).



You're quite right in wondering what Cordy's agenda is, she clearly doesn't share Daniel's anti-smut aim. Yet this is the second time she's associated with people going up against the Ministry... we'll see, in time. And you're right again, it won't be easy for Tara, and Agent Shy Bunny will eventually have to face off against former Agent Queen Bunny.



TromDeGrey: Thanks Naturally there's a lot of competition for the post of Bunny massage therapist, but your qualifications put you ahead of the pack, so welcome aboard Code-Name Hands (Badge and avatar). Pineapple Bunny's (it was her, right?) suggestion 'Rubber Bunny', while a perfectly good Bunny name, runs the risk of Anya assuming it's to do with a clothing fetish, and manufacturing all your suits out of rubber, so unless that's what you want, probably best to leave that name to a Bunny more amenable to that kind of thing



Blow-up dolls that really blow up, heh That's good, can I use that? I'm sure I'll find some way to fit them into the story.



Ringwaldoeuvre: Thanks. Channel away, the more smut the merrier. Heh, I just wondered if The Prisoner could fit into this world somehow - say some high-ranking (and very hot) Ministry agent resigns, and finds herself in The Village, where everyone is very polite and no-one has sex... terrifying indeed.



Agent Brer Rabbit: Thanks, and thanks also for digging up all those Shakespears first drafts. Yes, sadly the world is not yet ready for the English language's greatest writer to be outed as a smutaholic, but we can only hope, one day... then again, considering some of the smutty jokes that made it into the final version of The Twelfth Night, I wonder what the original was like As for Cordy, don't worry, she won't go unpunished - however, given that she was the best Bunny in the Ministry's current crop, getting her in a position to be punished won't be so easy...



Tempest Duer: Thanks. Yeah, Cordy has her bad-tempered side. Still, there's a reason for what she does. That Shakespeare bit wasn't at all planned, it just happened that when I was writing that part of the chapter I'd just gotten home from seeing Steven Berkoff's 'Shakespeare's Villains', and it just sort of happened



Thank you all, and there'll be an update in about 48 hours' time. Until then, remember the Ministry motto, 'In Smut We Trust'

Chris Cook

Through the Looking-glass

A Willow and Tara for every world.

Smut Bunnies!: Saving the world, sexily!

[stillrunning]

WOOHOO How purdy is that?! And what's sad is that I'm so not a runner! But it's all good. I can run my mouth quite well when need be. And don't worry, the Willow avatar isn't going anywhere. It's just on hiatus for a bit.

"Heaven's not a place that you go when you die...it's that moment in life when you actually feel alive"

[terra21]

I'm enjoying this fic waaaaay too much. Blindfolds, nipple clamps, and Wild Willow sauce...good gracious Chris you are a smut master. Have I told you that already?

Continuous Train of Thought

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terra