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I've been lurking here for literally years, and this is my first Tara/Willow fic. It's pretty much unadulterated smut, but I was doing the re-watching thing and thinking about how we got to see a lot more, er, explicit romantic pairings, but our girls were pretty tame. So, I, um, untamed em.
Enjoy!
Title: Heatwave
Pairing: Tara/Willow (BTVS)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Just taking Joss's toys out and playing with them for a bit.
Archiving: sure, just let me know
Spoilers: nope
Summary: A heatwave descends over Sunnydale...
“Goddess it’s hot in here!” Tara brushed a strand of damp blonde hair off of her forehead. There’d been rolling blackouts in Sunnydale for days, most lasting only a few minutes, but this one had been going on for hours now. The meteorologists warned that it was only going to get hotter, something about currents in the Pacific and a front in Canada.
The Scooby gang had been working on a database of the reference books that Giles kept at the Magic Box; Willow had insisted that they could build a powerful searchable database with not much effort, just based on the notes that the Scoobies had made while researching various Hellmouthy beings and events. Giles relented, noting that the lack of thorough indexing was indeed quite vexing. Buffy voted for anything that would keep her in action mode instead of research mode, and Xander and Anya, well… they just sort of went with the flow.
The gang had tried to keep working when the blackout started, Tara and Willow conjured up some fairy lights for them to work by, but when the battery went dead on the laptop there wasn’t much they could do. The heat was becoming truly unbearable anyhow, and the Scoobies were getting restless. Anya suggested that she and Xander take the ice cream truck out and sell treats at a heatwave markup. When they opened the door to leave, a wave of hot humid air rolled into the shop.
“I just can’t take it anymore!” Buffy groaned as she pulled her T-shirt over her head. Clad now in just a sports bra and running shorts, Buffy slid to the floor of the shop, its wood floors cool against her skin. She sighed at the contact.
Tara glanced over at Willow, quirking her eyebrow at the scantily clad slayer. In a moment of weakness Willow had told Tara that she’d had a crush on the Slayer when she first moved to Sunnydale. Since then, Tara wouldn’t let her live it down, giving Willow a hard time about her “Buffylove” whenever she had the chance. Willow shot Tara a dirty look and continued to flip through the spell book in front of her, more in an effort to move some air than to find some sort of spell to cool them off.
The heat got to be so much that even Giles finally shed his Oxford, blushing a bit when Willow exclaimed at his well-worn t-shirt “Giles! Ziggy Stardust?! Really?” He took off his glasses to clean them, mumbled something about transformative art forms and hurried into the back room before anyone could comment further.
Buffy looked up from the floor at the two witches who were making eyes at one another. “Honestly, aren’t you two dying in those clothes? I mean, I love you both, but velvet in August? I think I have some t-shirts and shorts in the training room if you want.”
Tara pulled at the clingy velvet shirt she wore. “Oh, um… th-thanks Buffy, but I couldn’t… I mean… you’re like t-tiny. I am…” Tara blushed, “Er, not so m-much with the tiny.”
Willow gazed at Tara’s figure appreciatively, her eyes finally settling on Tara’s chest. “No sweetie, you’re not tiny, you’re all…” Willow licked her lips, “curvy and stuff.”
The blonde witch flushed a rosy pink from her chest to the tips of her ears. She grabbed Willow’s hand and dragged her back toward the training room’s small changing alcove to Buffy’s shouts of “Too much information!”
“Willow Rosenberg, you are so going to pay for that!” Willow squirmed and giggled and ran toward the alcove. As she ducked though the curtain, Tara grabbed Willow’s waist and roughly pushed her against the wall, intending to tickle her. The look in Willow’s eyes however had instantly gone from playful to desirous. Licking her lips and staring at Tara’s mouth, she replied in a low timbre, “Oh? What exactly do you think you’re going to do to me?”
Tara looked back at Willow with a smirk. She had to admit that she was more than a little surprised at “spicy talk” Willow. They’d only recently admitted their feelings for one another, and had made love— but their interactions tended toward the slow, sweet, and romantic. The look that Willow was giving her had taken a sharp left at romantic and was headed straight for naughtyville.
Tara pressed her body against Willow’s, her lips a hairsbreadth away from the smaller woman’s ear, her hands pinning Willow’s arms to the wall at her sides. “How about I show you hmm?” Tara breathed as she kicked Willow’s feet apart, her thigh pushing roughly at Willow’s center.
Willow moaned as Tara licked a trail up her neck, reveling in heat and salt of Willow’s flesh. She sunk her teeth into Willow’s earlobe before pulling her head back and whispering roughly “Can you be quiet?”
Tara had already leaned back and begun unbuttoning the front of Willow’s blouse as the redhead slowly nodded. She reached forward to the hem of Tara’s shirt but found her hands once again pinned to the wall. Tara’s eyes had gone half-mast with desire, but she caught Willow’s green-eyed stare. “Ah, ah, ah… Your hands stay there until I tell you differently.”
Tara stood back, intent on finishing her task, opening Willow’s shirt to her gaze. She smiled when she noticed that Willow had worn a bra with a front clasp. With a twist of her fingers, Willow was naked from the waist up, her eyes locked to Tara’s. Tara continued to stand and stare, not touching Willow except with her stare. When Willow’s hands began to come up from the wall Tara looked at them and with a flick of her wrist whispered “no se desloquem.” Suddenly Willow could not move her arms even if she had wanted to.
Tara bent to kiss her, barely brushing their lips together before sucking Willow’s bottom lip into her mouth and scraping it over her teeth. Releasing it, Tara stood back and asked, “Do you trust me?” Willow smiled and nodded, “oh yes.”
“Good,” Tara nodded. She pulled a small crystal out of her pocket and held it in her hand. She stared at it for a moment, murmuring “glacialis”.
Tara leaned into Willow’s body, tracing her collarbones with her tongue. She hummed into Willow’s heated flesh, nothing tasted quite like Willow-skin. As she slid her mouth up, she brought the hand with the crystal up to follow the trail her mouth had blazed.
Willow drew in a sharp breath at the contact, sucking air through her teeth. Tara had enchanted the crystal to feel like ice. As she trailed the crystal over Willow’s collarbones and neck she smiled when goosebumps rose on her pale lover’s flesh.
Willow whimpered as Tara’s hand moved down to trace the swell of her breast with the crystal. Tara claimed Willow’s lips in a searing kiss as she rolled the crystal over Willow’s nipple, catching it between her thumb and the cold stone. Tara ducked her head and let her lips close around the chill of Willow’s nipple. Willow’s head jerked back at the delicious contrast between the heat of Tara’s mouth and the icy chill of the crystal.
Tara slid to her knees as she continued to kiss and nip and Willow’s belly. She fumbled for a moment with the side zip of Willow’s skirt, but sighed as the fabric finally pooled at Willow’s feet. Willow’s hands began opening and clenching at her sides. Tara leaned over and licked at the pulse point fluttering at Willow’s wrist before sweeping Willow’s underwear down her legs.
Tara sat back smiling at Willow while tracing the crystal up her leg, behind her knee, over the curve of her ass, and back down, loving the sounds coming from Willow’s throat. She nuzzled gently at the apex of Willow’s thighs, snaking her tongue out for a taste of her lover. Pulling one of Willow’s legs up to rest over her shoulder, she groaned as Willow’s heel dug into her back. Sliding her tongue over Willow’s hot center, she took advantage of her improved angle and sucked Willow’s clit into her mouth, running her tongue over and over the sensitive flesh.
Willow’s nails dug into the pads of her hand and her head lolled back and forth. What had started as a whisper of “Oh goddess, oh goddess” was increasing in tempo and volume. Tara knew her lover was close, but didn’t want anyone to come bursting through the curtain if they heard her.
Tara stood, hands grasping Willow’s hips tightly. Willow’s head snapped back and she groaned into Tara’s shoulder “Please baby, I’m so close.”
Tara whispered, “I know sweetheart, I know. I’ll take care of you.”
Tara captured Willow’s mouth with her own. Willow kissed her greedily, exhilarating in the sensation of tasting herself on her lover’s lips and tongue. Tara reached down and lifted one of the redhead’s legs to wrap around her own hip. The spell binding Willow’s arms at her side helped to hold the smaller woman against the wall as Tara’s hand slipped down to trail her fingers through Willow’s wetness. Willow canted her hips forward to provide Tara with a better angle, and Tara slid two fingers into her lover. Willow gasped as Tara added a third finger. She bit the blonde witch on the shoulder, and began her quiet litany to the goddess. Tara whispered “shhh” in Willow’s ear when the redhead began not only calling for the goddess but also growling “oh fuck.” She covered the redhead witch’s mouth with her own as she rocked into Willow. This was no sweet, romantic coupling, it was fucking in the training room, and she thrilled at the thought.
When Tara felt the fluttering and tightening of Willow’s cunt around her fingers she broke their kiss long enough to whisper “batente”. Willow’s hands were free from the spell, and she wrapped them around Tara’s shoulder’s wrapping her hands around the hair at the base of Tara’s neck and resting her head against Tara’s collarbone.
Tara eased back from her lover, pulling her away from the wall and into her embrace. She smoothed sweat soaked strands of hair off of Willow’s forehead and whispered “I love yous” into her ear. When Willow finally pulled back, it was with a rather surprised smile.
“I… you… Tara” The readhead shook her head as if to clear it. “I had no idea that you were such a vixen!”
Tara ducked her head to hide behind her hair. “I, um… m-maybe it is the b-blackout or the h-heat or something.”
Willow reached out and tilted Tara’s chin up so that she could meet her eyes. “I am telling you right now, it had better not be.”
Grinning, Tara pulled Willow to her for a quick kiss, “Yes ma’am. Now, we’ve better get changed before someone comes back here to look for us.”
A few minutes later, the pair strolled back into the magic shop. Willow was wearing a tank top and cut off sweats, and Tara had found some drawstring shorts and a T-shirt that was not too obscene and that also covered the bite marks on her shoulder.
“You guys cool down back there?” Buffy asked from her position on the ground.
Willow giggled as she answered her friend, giving Tara a meaningful look, “No, if anything it is hotter back there than it is up here.”
If Buffy noticed the blush that crept up Tara’s face in conjunction with the predatory look in Willow’s eyes, she ignored it.
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