Mrs Vertigo - Hope this helps a little too *HUGS*
Kerry - Interesting description... though I think that the scenery is not described well enough to drool over.
VampNo12 - NO need to wait... here it is*S*
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Title:
The Sidestep Chronicle – Don’t Scare the Horses. (Part 92)
Author: Katharyn Rosser
Feedback: Constructive criticism always welcome.
katharynrosser@hotmail.comSpoiler Warning: Pretty limited. The story occurs in an alternate universe though reference is made to events that occur in both realities.
Summary: Willow and Tara go for a ride… remember the dream?
Disclaimer: I still don’t own any of the copyrights or anything else associated with BTVS. All rights lie with the production company, writers etc, etc. I am making zilch from this series of stories.
Rating: NC-17 for content. You know what I’m talking about.
Couples: W/T – oh mama yeah*S*
Notes: This part is continued in Part 93. Thought you might like to know that when you get to the end.
Thanks To: All those who read this in advance. Xita who has it now and has yet to comment as I write this but also deserves credit for something to do with pinching. Louise who didn’t care about the characters but though “it’ll do.” Jo, thank you. Kerry who applied herself to this part and Part 93 with a lot of focus as well as providing the title. Others that she suggested were, “A Ride in the Country,” and “A Country Practice.” You will see why these are all fitting.
The Sidestep Chronicle
Don’t Scare the Horses.
By
Katharyn Rosser
Willow was lying in their bed with her hand splayed across her own tummy, rubbing gently and wondering what Tara did that was so different to that and felt so much… better. She was in the sunlight after her love had thrown open the curtains. She’d thrown the covers back before breakfast and now… she was just enjoying the warmth. Outside, in the breeze where Tara was, it would be cooler but in here… The sun gave her warmth and so did Tara. Just thinking of her baby made her all warm inside and if she thought of Tara in a slightly different way then the warmth was a little more specific in its origins – even if it did spread through her whole body.
That wasn't how she was thinking of Tara right now though. Now, she was anticipating things that weren’t necessarily warming in that way. The sunny day that was in evidence, what was going to fill that day and Tara… Tara who had already fulfilled her in a way that she’d never dreamed was possible, even when she’d been filled with girlish dreams about love and what that would be like. She’d
never dreamed that love could be like
this.Of course she hadn’t, because it had always been Tara’s job to show her that. It was fate. More than that… it was just
right. Right for her, right for Tara. Right for them. That was the way of the world and the only thing that she would ever have chosen for them.
She felt the churny protest of her stomach. She really should have sat up when Tara had told her to. As the blonde woman had served breakfast to her she’d been warned about what would happen if she stayed as she was – but it was just so comfy. There was still time to do that sitting up thing, she thought, or she would get indigestion. Tara had said so – and she knew it herself too. She liked being where she was just a little too much to move yet though. And at least she was all full-up now which was good because she had a long day ahead – they did. Together.
Together was always good, but even better today because today… well Willow wasn’t absolutely happy about what they were going to be doing and if it hadn’t been for, and with, Tara then she wouldn’t ever have agreed to it at all. She looked up and the sun dazzled her, right into her eyes. Now she was going to have that interfering with her sight for a minute or two… but there was nothing here in this bed that she hadn’t seen before.
Nothing that Tara hadn’t seen either and that was nice to think of. After all… they’d spent long enough in each other’s company in the last couple of days in a state that could hardly be called ‘dressed.’ In fact it could have been pretty much called ‘butt naked’ a lot of the time.
Willow liked being naked with Tara. She had to say that it was a good thing to be able to see her. Touch her. Stroking silky smooth skin. She liked touching naked Tara as they kissed even more. They’d found a new level that they were comfy at and they were playing there for a while. It was more than just fun. It was better than just nice… and, oh God, what was that thing that was still to come going to do to her?
As much as she’d been ready for ‘more’ when she’d put her plan into action just a few days ago… or a week already? Time flew and they had been having fun. They still were. Willow was actually really glad that it hadn’t worked out for them then. If it had then they might not have found these other, more simple, pleasures with each other. Simple because they were limited by what they were ready for. Laying with each other, kissing, touching… it might have just led to other things rather than being complete in itself.
She wouldn’t have wanted to miss that kind of completion or had to wait for an age for them to come back to it in the inevitable, and very much fun, excitement. It was too good to have missed.
And now they wouldn’t. Before it had been going too fast, she had been too fast, she knew that, but now… now it was just right. Verging on perfect.
As her vision cleared Willow knew she had a decision to make. She’d already decided that the bed was the best place to be. It was just that if she was going to stay here and develop indigestion then she could either lie here and look at herself naked on the bed where Tara had fed her pancakes, or she could close her eyes and be naked on the bed and see herself with Tara’s eyes on her rather than her own. Let it be Tara’s hand on her belly rather than her own. God she wanted that again. And more than that. She wanted Tara – the woman she loved.
And
there was that more ‘specific’ warmth, spreading through her radiating out from her heart and pooling between her thighs. Thoughts of Tara often brought that feeling to her and she liked it. It was a nice way to start the day. She ran her fingers over herself and thought about the woman that she loved.
Her eyes flickered open, and there Tara was, leaving the barn. Kissed by the sun.
Willow would kiss her again soon enough.
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Okay, Tara thought, this
is going to work. This was the day that it was really going to happen. They’d been looking forward to it for so long that she thought that perhaps it would have lost a little of the thrill in the anticipation by now. But it really hadn’t. Today
really was the day. There was a certain amount of nervousness of course. There’d been some training… well not really training… more sort of getting used to the idea and that had gone okay. They’d spent the past few days like that and everything was working out just fine.
And now they were here. Ready.
She was pretty sure they’d be okay. Everything since the moment that Willow had been able to touch without quivering had gone pretty much okay. Fear wasn’t a part of it… at least not now. At least not much. They were comfy with where they were but they had to go further if they were going to make that thing work for them as well as it could do. They had to step outside the box that they were in and just get to it. That was the only way that this was going to work… no more tip-toeing it was time to just… well to just start riding.
The horses were fine. Willow should have come out to tend to them with her but today was the big day and she’d let Willow off from that duty. Daddy would have had a fit about that – he’d been very big on the responsibility aspect of having horses.
Tara had let her love stay there in bed and knew, when the time came, that Willow would be here and she would try to enjoy something which was going to be extremely nerve-wracking for her. This wasn’t a normal fear… this was fear of having her arm bitten off by a very large animal.
Never going to happen, of course, because a horse had no use for an arm even if it could’ve managed to do the biting thing, but it was what Willow was afraid of and that meant it was in the way of them having fun together. Over the days since they’d collected the horses though, both they and the animals had got used to each other. Tara had been pleased they still seemed to know her. It had been a long time after all. Maybe horses had memories like elephants.
Most of that time she’d never believed that she would see either of them again. But they’d come over to her in her uncle’s stables and they’d seemed to know her right away. She liked to think that they were happy when she led them out of there to meet Willow but perhaps it was just a change of scene for them. Her Uncle had obviously taken good care of them but he wouldn’t have had time to take them out for more than just basic exercise.
It could also have been the sugar lumps – they were, and always had been, entirely mercenary when it came to sugar lumps. It looked as if they might have been missing them over the previous five years. That was how she’d started Willow off with them. Holding her hand out for each horse, Duke and Marmalade, to take a lump from her palm. She’d been impressed by just how brave Willow had been then. At least after everything that Willow had said about ponies and how she had to see horses as ‘very big ponies.’ For a very old fear Willow had got past that hurdle right away.
But they tended to do that. Compared to what they’d already faced in their journey together, horses weren’t a big obstacle. Even if they had been arm-biters they could have overcome that.
The fact that Willow had sugar and had been so obviously nervous had probably helped with the horses reactions. Marmalade, Tara’s own horse that she’d missed so much, was a sensitive individual. She always had been. Not all horses were though. Marmalade had seemed to pick up on Willow’s reticence and had been more careful. More gentle and after the sugar lump had been collected had nuzzled Willow’s face gently as well. That had definitely helped because Willow couldn’t help smiling at the softness and the tickle.
Duke, formerly Donny’s horse, was nowhere near as cautious or considerate. Duke, like her brother, wanted the sugar lump and that was it for him. But the experience Willow had picked up with Marmalade made her a little bolder and better able to take the brusque treatment from him. By the end of that day Willow had managed to lead Duke back to their own farm and she’d already learned some of the basics of how to care for a horse.
Then, the next morning Willow had learnt what to do with a shovel and pitchfork.
Horses will be horses, as Tara’s daddy had always said when he was pointing out the necessity of mucking out the stalls.
Willow’s considered version had been more to the effect of them just being giant eating machines with only one obvious outcome. And it was pretty obvious. What was less clear to Willow then was the non-shovelling plus sides to having the horses. She’d been getting more and more used to the idea, personalities and the benefits of the horses as they had cared for them and Tara had worked on getting Willow to the point that she could consider actually going riding – not just around the yard and the house but right out into the surrounding country.
All day.
There were so many places that Tara wanted to show her love that they could never get to otherwise. Places that had always been beautiful and special to her – perhaps because they were so cut off. And with yesterday’s ride around the farm, without Tara doing anything to help control Duke, she was fairly sure that Willow was ready for that. As long as they took it easy and picked the easier route. No jumping fences or anything.
Willow obviously doubted her readiness, but until she actually
did it there wasn't much more that Tara could do to get her used to the idea… and Willow
had been so proud of herself yesterday when they’d got back, she’d even found her own sugar lump for Duke – which of course won his affection for the rest of that afternoon. He was, Tara had to admit, less sensitive than her own Marmalade, but he was such a whore for sugar.
So was Willow happy with the idea? Maybe not totally, but she was willing and as long as they didn’t start galloping or anything and the weather stayed fine, Tara was sure that they’d have fun. Besides it was going to let them go to a wonderful place for a picnic which she’d packed even before making breakfast for Willow.
Willow would love it.
Willing Willow. That made her smile to herself.
She knew that her love would like it because there were some things that you did just know about people. And places. Willow was like a part of her and Tara felt, after all the hours there in her childhood summers, that she was a part of that place. Now she wanted it to be a little part of Willow. And Willow, through their memories, to be a little part of that place. Under the tree at the top of the hill.
And on a lovely day like this… it would be as beautiful as Willow herself.
Well almost.
If Willow would just stop being afraid, Tara knew that she was still a little afraid, and let herself enjoy it then they would have a great day. Tara had promised to keep her safe and though Willow obviously believed that promise, it was just that Willow didn’t seem sure that the horses understood that as clearly as she did. That was a fair point Tara had to admit, but Willow didn’t know that Tara had already had words with them. Even though she didn’t know about that, Willow believed her anyway and that meant that she was… content to go.
Willow wanted to be with her.
Even on horseback.
And Willow wanted to see the place that she’d told her about. Playing to her love’s curiosity had become a winning tactic for Tara. Getting Willow to try food… that was where she’d discovered that she could do that with her. Back when Willow couldn’t remember stuff. Even now that Willow knew more than she did, it still worked when she wanted to get Willow to try something new.
‘Aren’t you curious Willow?’ was all that she had to ask and Willow would give her this look, knowing that Tara was playing her. But also that she was teasing her. And the answer was almost always ‘yes.’ Willow was curious. All the time. That was just the way that she was.
So they were going riding.
Because Willow trusted her. Willow, her lovely Willow, believed in her. Her partner, her girlfriend, honey, baby, lover… well her love… was the most important thing to her. Ever.
Forever.
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Willow had watched Tara make her way around the yard, heading out of the line of sight offered by the window, but if Tara was finished with the horses then she was going to want to get going all too soon.
And here I am admiring her… and seeing myself through her imaginary eyes… instead. Tara might like to see it, but she wouldn’t be happy at the delay. Her baby wanted to get going today. It was a long way to and from wherever it was that they were heading out to.
So she’d got out of bed still wondering just what it was that Tara saw in her – physically - and she did know that Tara liked to see her. She liked to see Tara – so that was okay – but Tara was a beautiful woman so that sort of made more sense.
But…
She looked in the mirror, seeing herself as Tara saw her, without the deep love and the not being switched left and right thing at least. Tara liked to see her, but wasn't she desirable? Was that another reason why they might have failed to get as far as they wanted to before?
No, they just weren’t ready then… but they’d been playing, doing some serious playing, with each other since then and nothing more was happening. Nothing much more anyway.. Okay so something more was happening but not quite so much as she’d thought she wanted when they’d tried to make love. Yet she supposed she knew that Tara found her desirable… Tara was always telling her that she was beautiful – though they weren’t ever going to agree on who was the
most beautiful as that would mean admitting to their own beauty when each just wanted to admire the other.
That was pretty complicated for something as simply obvious as Tara’s gorgeousness.
Why didn’t Tara want…?
But Tara
did want. She wanted. Tara wanted. They both wanted.
They just weren’t there yet…
Not quite.
Everything, as Tara said, had to be perfect when the time came. ‘When would that be?’ she’d asked. And, wisely, Tara had just said that they’d know. And they would. Willow believed that. They were attuned on a level that would have been, if it had not been through love, kind of spooky.
She knew she wanted Tara and that Tara wanted her. But no one was doing any actual having of what they wanted. Despite that Tara
did desire her. And she desired Tara… it would come in time. They’d been so close when the whole 36-33 thing was going on, but too close for where they were with each other then. Now they were getting it right. Desire wasn't overcoming judgement. They were living the love that had overcome Tara that afternoon and the expression of that love was no longer something shiny and new. Now it was just shiny and deeper.
They wanted
having in every way but they were waiting for the perfect time. Willow was happy waiting for perfection. In everything she’d done she’d always wanted perfection – why should this be any different when it was the most important thing… after finding the love itself? She was happy to wait for that time. Ten out of ten. One hundred percent.
Just so long as, she thought as she ran her hands over her body and imagined that it was Tara that was doing that, perfection came sooner rather than later.
She wanted to be ‘of the having’ too.
She was ready for the having to come. She could say, pretty confidently, that she was good to come, go, have, hold… anything. She was… God she was in love and that was why she wanted to pretty herself up now for the woman that she loved. Not that looking at herself was going to pretty her up. But… hair not in the best of states this morning. She wanted to look good for having her arm bitten off. Or at least for risking that fate.
She had to look good for that. She wanted to be pretty for Tara. Tara saw this is a special day and Willow couldn’t disagree with that assessment. She had to make a little more effort than she would have made just to hang around the house then.
The funny thing was that she didn’t need to make that effort. Tara had told her, as she had given fed her the pancakes, that she was never prettier than when she was lying in bed in the morning. And that meant bad hair day included. Still there had been a kiss to go with that statement and that had stopped any argument Willow might have been able to think about offering in response. When Tara kissed her everything else faded into the background.
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Tara watched as Willow used the bowl of water she’d provided to wash herself in the bedroom. It was strange how she didn’t feel in the slightest bit guilty for doing that. It wasn't like she was pressed up against the window now was it? She was a fair distance away, Willow hadn’t closed the curtains and she’d just caught a glimpse of her love in there.
Looking just like her mother at that moment.
Tara’s mother had always washed herself in that same basin before they’d got a shower fitted, and she carried on even after that. And just like back then Tara had often seen her when she was returning from the barn after tending to Marmalade.
This wasn’t her mother though. This was a woman she loved in a very different way – but just as much. In the sort of way that meant that seeing her wash herself gave Willow tingles. Passionate tingles. That ‘good shiver’ as they’d named it.
And when she was done with washing Willow, still undressed, went to the mirror. At least, from this distance, Tara thought that she did. She couldn’t tell what expression was on Willow’s face. She couldn’t guess what Willow was thinking about as she seemed to look at herself. Those hands occasionally moved across her skin. Sometimes they pulled her hair back and brushed it through.
But it was… Willow.
And Tara just had to look and she had to get a little closer. As she came towards the house she started to watch Willow put on a little makeup. There wouldn’t be much, there never was, but sometimes Willow decided that she wanted something extra. Special occasions. Tara didn’t think that she really needed it, but this was going to be a nice day out. Maybe Willow thought…
It was going to be a nice day out on horses. Did makeup go with that?
Maybe not. But Willow always looked beautiful to her. Every time that she saw her. Tara could never get tired of seeing her. Back, front, top, bottom… all of her. Willow was beautiful and more than that Willow was
hers. Now and always. She could only even be
more beautiful than she was now because really beautiful was the lowest point on the Willow scale.
She was close enough now not only to see Willow in more detail but to see the reflection of her in the mirror. Which meant that Willow would be able to see her too, if she looked at the right angle.
That was why she smiled.
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Willow smiled to herself. The sun was warm on her bare back. Warm and nice. She could feel something else though. She could feel Tara too. She could, she had to admit, always feel Tara, but now… she could feel that her baby was out there, watching her. Well good. That felt almost as nice as the sun on her back did. She looked in the mirror, and she could see Tara out there – smiling back at her. Her lover wasn’t right at the window, but she was close enough to be arrested if she’d been some sort of crazy stalker.
Feigning ignorance of her baby’s presence she had went over to the low window. If Tara wanted to watch her then that was fine. Tara was allowed to watch her she’d more than earned it… and Willow was allowed to show her what she was missing while she was out there instead of being in here with her. She stood with her thighs against the low windowsill – most of her body exposed to the woman that loved her.
And why not?
The only person that was ever going to be out there was her Tara – looking into their bedroom.
Their bedroom. A place that they shared just as they shared each other’s lives and love. It was a symbolic place. It had
their bed in it as well. Even if that wasn’t seeing quite all the action it should have been. Not yet… soon but not yet. Right now it was a place for sleep, snuggles and being fed with pancakes all naked by the only woman in the world for her.
And wishing that the bottle of syrup might make an appearance.
Bad Willow.
She smiled again, trying to look seductive… even if she wasn't supposed to have realised that Tara was there. It struck her that seductive was either very, very, easy or a lot more difficult than she’d thought. She wasn't quite sure which. It was either that Tara was going to want her or she was going to laugh herself silly at her efforts.
Either way Tara would notice her. Be with her. Be hers.
She swayed gently and put her hands on her hips. No… that wasn’t working for her. She felt like she looked all angry or something. Instead of that she ran her fingers slowly through her hair and – oh- she needed to brush it a little more. She…
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Willow waved to her, and just when she was getting all seductive too. There was… there was some serious heaving bosum going on right here in the yard. Willow just continued to take her breath away and she had to snatch to get it back. Tara reminded herself of the dog they’d used to have here at this house when he was shown a cookie. All slobber and panting.
Willow was quite a cookie.
But there wasn't any slobber. Not yet anyway.
She waved back to Willow, smiled and then quite deliberately made her way out of Willow’s sight and into the house. She could have watched… more. But somehow appreciation of Willow could get to be seriously habit forming. A welcome addiction but one that wasn't going to get them out on the horses for the day. She doubted that avoiding that was Willow’s plan though.
As she entered the kitchen she breathed in the smell of the pancakes that she’d made for them. It made her think back to them feeding those to each other in bed and that made her all warm yet again. The sheets, well the sheets had barely been covering Willow to begin with and the little minx had deliberately thrown them aside. And there Tara had been, fully dressed whilst Willow exposed her own delicious nudity.
Nude Willow. Mmmm.
She
could go and get that plate from their room, just to be tidy. If she went now then… well visiting Willow would be fun and visually exciting, but it might lead to touching and smooching. That was all great but… Willow
might use it as an excuse to avoid the riding – or put to it off for a little while longer. She would have said though that, yesterday, Willow was even looking forward to it. Tara wasn't going to take the chance of missing the riding, not even to appreciate Willow from a little closer. They had too far to go today to set off late.
There would be time enough for the rest of it when they got home – Tara was predicting the need to massage sore muscles and they might even be hers. She was an experienced rider – but it had been a while.
If she went in there, even to help Willow get dressed - which was nearly as much fun as undressing her - she knew that she’d get distracted. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to help letting Willow distract her. So instead of collecting the plate right then she put on the rubber gloves and scrubbed the frying pan clean. That didn’t take too long though as it had been soaking for while. The manual labour didn’t help get Willow out of her mind though.
All the while the plate was calling to her. Naked Willow – yummy as the blueberry pancakes. Oh… she
really needed to wash that plate and…
Tara just stopped fighting herself and went through to the bedroom.
“You’re not ready,” she said to Willow who was standing in the middle of the room as the door opened, just in her underwear.
“You have a frying pan in your hand and rubber gloves on,” Willow observed. She sounded a little worried as if the sight was suggesting something to her that it really shouldn’t have. “What are you doing?”
“I-I was washing the dishes from breakfast,” Tara told her slowly.
Willow looked at her. “And…”
“Well…” Tara couldn’t, looking at Willow, remember just why she was there. What was she doing in the room? She managed to tear her eyes from her love’s green eyes and cast them around the room to find out. “Ah, plate,” Tara said, unable to stop her eyes going back to Willow. This was what she had been afraid of – and hoping for too. At least with rubber gloves on and a frying pan in her hand there was no chance of getting more ‘distracted’ than she already was.
And if she had… then it would have been just a little too much with the kink.
“You’re worried aren’t you? That I’ll get-”
“Cold feet?” Tara suggested to her. “I know you don’t have cold feet sweetie. Remember…”
Willow smiled. She obviously did remember. No… her feet hadn’t been cold as she’d sensuously dragged them up Tara’s leg whilst they were in bed. Not cold at all. Tara remembered it as well. “I know,” Willow told her, “that you’ll keep me safe baby.”
“There’s no pressure though,” Tara assured her for the hundredth time. Willow had to know that. Willow didn’t have to do anything just to please her. Nothing that she didn’t really want to do.
“You’ll keep me safe,” Willow said again. “Even from the arm biting big ponies.”
“Especially from the arm biting big ponies,” Tara said and ran a frothy glove across Willow’s cheek. “Oops.” She left some of that foam on her love’s face.
Willow laughed, “Get your plate and let’s go riding baby,” she said as she picked up her shirt and made for the bedroom door.
“Your plate… and uh sweetie?” Tara said, liking the enthusiasm but having to curb it just a little bit for some fairly obvious reasons. Well at least one.
“I have foam on my cheek?” Willow asked as she turned back to Tara who was still holding her frying pan and plate. She brushed what there was away and smiled.
“Yeah, but… you might want to put some pants on,” Tara suggested.
Willow flushed. “Pants – right. Pants.”
Tara went past her as she came back into the room and gave her a peck on the cheek for good luck. And for love. And just because she liked to kiss Willow.
Did she need any other excuse?
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They’d set off pretty much on time in the end which had seemed unlikely at first, but in the end Willow had practically chased Tara out of the house. Shepherded her out to the barn where her baby watched as she’d saddled Duke all by herself. The patience that he showed had taken her a little by surprise. Willow knew that she wasn’t exactly well practiced at it, in fact she thought that something funny might have been going on. He’d just stood there, good as gold, whilst she’d fumbled with the straps and buckles for the saddle, bridle and other things that she didn’t pretend to be able to name.
Tara had taught her well though.
In fact if Duke had looked anywhere during all that it had been just at Tara. Tara who finished up with Marmalade a good while before Duke was ready. And every time Willow looked around at Duke looking at Tara, Tara was looking right back at him. Holding his eyes with hers.
Once she’d finished there had been a sugar lump for him from Tara. It was almost as if Duke was expecting one for putting up with her – and he got one too. Which Marmalade didn’t seem to mind as long as she got hers as well. But it was only Duke that
expected it. In fact every time they’d stopped for a rest of or a break there had been a sugar lump for him. Willow had a pocket full – but Duke wanted them from Tara, even if Willow gave him one.
Had Tara bought him off with sugar?
Whatever the reason was, Willow wasn’t complaining at all. She was having fun and no one had tried to bite her. Not even Tara in a quick snuggle over their morning snack. Though there had been nibbling at an ear.
She’d been able to see the place where they were going from a long way off and that had just been in a straight line when Tara had pointed to it. Actually getting there had meant that they had been riding for about three hours, around obstacles, through shallow rivers, up and down dips and rises. Uncomfortable going after about the first mile for someone who’d never done more than ride around the perimeter of the farm. But it had been worth it to get there in the end.
‘Here’ was a single giant tree sat atop a hill. It was gnarly, bent, twisted and every other word that might have applied to a tree like that and obviously very old indeed. Tara had said that it had been a giant tree back when her grandmother had been young. Willow had been able to count at least three lightening strikes and a huge limb that had come away from the tree on the other side to where they were sitting. That limb would have been called a big tree in it’s own right. In the winter the tree would have been scary, black and imposing. In the spring and summer, covered in fresh green leaves it was a lovely place to be.
But the best thing about it was that it was cool in the shade there and the blossom was out. The scent in the air was intoxicating as they sat in the grass beneath it, resting against protruding roots that were like the backs of chairs when they chose to rest against them.
And the view…
Willow had never seen anything like it in Sunnydale where there weren’t many wide open spaces looking from the top of high places. It was really just a hill from every direction other than the one in which they were looking. In this direction though the hill went down to a more gentle slope further down that, within a few hundred metres rolled away into the valley on the side of which the house was built. The tree was like a watchtower that let them look each way, up and down the valley.
There was a shady, beautiful, comfy spot for them to sit in and there was the grass for the horses – which they seemed to be appreciating. So much so that they rarely came to demand another sugar lump from them. Tara would always provide one though when they, invariably led by Duke, appeared behind them. Tara who’d been the one who had admonished Willow for wanting to give them too much when they had been out practising for this.
‘This time,’ Tara had explained, ‘I made a deal with them. They behave and I give them the sugar. I wanted this to be perfect not spoiled by them being mad with each other.’
‘So that’s the carrot? Well sugar…’ Willow had asked. ‘So is there a stick?’
Tara had just smiled and whispered to Duke who disappeared for a little while longer.
Lunch had been just enough to fulfil them, riding had made Willow hungry, hungrier than she could remember being for a long, long time and somehow Tara had managed to pack some of all of her favourite foods in there. Even things one wouldn’t usually take on a picnic.
Willow looked back at the horses again. “It was definitely of the good – the riding I mean,” she said to the woman she loved.
“And they didn’t bite you at all,” Tara added. “I told you so. Horses don’t like arms. They get stuck in their teeth.”
“I guess so,” she shifted, trying to get comfortable sitting back against Tara, “but my butt hurts. It’s really starting to ache now,” Willow complained but only half in jest. That was the sort of thing… well she was in pain, but she also sort of hoped that Tara might offer to do something about it for her. Something.
“You’ll have to wait until we get back sweetie, can you make it on Duke?” Tara asked her.
Willow was a little disappointed by the seeming rejection of her invitation for what would inevitably have become snuggles, but Tara with her arms wrapped around her from behind, hadn’t rejected anything at all. She’d just put that off for a little bit. Willow knew the ride back was going to be worse butt wise since she was already suffering with it. Three more hours.
But riding or walking for twice as long? Riding please. “Then you’ll kiss it better when we get back?” she asked as her only answer to that.
“I’ll rub it for you if you like.”
That would do very nicely. And there was a hint in Tara’s voice. There
would be snuggles to go with that. And holding. And kissing – but not of butt.
Probably.
Willow reclined there, with her head against Tara’s shoulder and Tara’s hands crossed over her heart. She knew exactly what her love meant by that gesture. Maybe she hadn’t intended it but Willow knew. She knew what she read into it and it was her perception that mattered. Which was why she put her one of her own hands on top of Tara’s stroking it in time with the caress that she was applying to the outside of Tara’s thigh, enclosed as she was between those bent limbs.
It was a safe place. It was a beautiful place. It was a place that she never wanted to leave. And then there was the landscape around here too. She looked out over the land, but she was focusing inward on them. On the feel of Tara around her. In her hand. On the feelings that she had for this woman.
Until the moment was broken by Duke, nuzzling at her neck. That… that was a little too close to biting for Willow who jerked forward away from him and looked back accusingly at the horse as Tara laughed at her timidity.
“It’s part of the bargain sweetie,” Tara said and reached into her pocket for another of the seemingly inexhaustible supply of sugar lumps. “They behaved so they get sugar, they promised and so did I.”
Willow transferred her gaze to Tara. They ‘promised’? Nah. Her look must have been sceptical but she could see that Tara was absolutely serious about that. “I thought you were joking were joking about that.”
“No sweetie, there are ways… old ways. My Momma taught me… They’re just collecting what they’re due,” Tara told her as she gave another lump to the more reticent Marmalade. Reticent or less mercenary.
“Will…” Willow started, “Will you give me sugar if I behave?” she asked Tara who turned back and looked at her, then dismissed the horses with a gesture.
Tara wiped her hand, reached into her pocket and then patted her chest again, indicating that Willow should assume her position once more. So that was behaving? Willow could live with that.
Tara’s legs were bent at the side of her once more and there was a hand on her heart that Willow covered with both of hers this time. Tara’s other hand brought the sugar lump to her lips though. Willow took it as the horses would have done, but stuck around to kiss Tara’s palm.
She kept kissing that palm and another lump was soon forthcoming.
“You c-can – you know – well… maybe – you could… you can misbehave if you like Willow,” Tara said to her quietly.
Willow smiled. “And I still get my sugar?” she asked.
“Yes,” Tara confirmed, still speaking quietly. “You can still get all the sugar you want. Or… well… you can have honey too. Instead.”
What? Was that…?
Willow twisted round, still resting against Tara, looked at her. Her girl looked away, obviously nervous. But what was there to be nervous about except…? “Do you mean what I think you mean?” Willow asked. “Cause if I think you meant something different to what you think you meant then it could be this whole-”
Tara pressed her finger to her lips, silencing her that way once again, and then she replaced that finger with her own lips. As they kissed there was a “shhhh” that passed between them, but Willow had no idea whether it was herself or Tara who had uttered it. “Oh…” Willow said eventually. “You do mean what I thought-”
“Make love with me?” Tara asked her, not wanting to wait and listen to what she had to say.
Wow… “In front of the horses?” Willow asked. Wow. Don’t scare the horses… that was all Tara had warned her of. Don’t scare the horses.
Tara nodded. She didn’t mean later. She meant now. Here. Right here. And it wasn't going to be any better than this now was it? It was… it was what they had been waiting for without knowing it. It was the perfection that they’d been looking for.
Willow smiled, kissed Tara on the nose and turned over between Tara’s legs, on her knees there instead, facing her. Her hands were already reaching for her lover – and her lover’s for her, touching fingers in between for a few moments. “Honey huh?” Willow asked.
Tara smiled, still a little shy – even though it had been her offer. Or maybe because of that. She turned her attention from Willow to look out over the landscape. “Here… see it’s perfect sweetie. It’s so pretty. Just look at it.”
Instead Willow just looked at her. She’d seen the landscape and she wasn't tired of it, but she wanted to be looking at Tara now. “Not as pretty as you are,” she said in a strange little voice that was supposed to be an impersonation of a bad movie.
Or a good one done badly, she couldn’t quite decide.
“You,” Tara started to say then seemed to change her mind as to the words, “you know how to flatter a girl,” she completed.
“Well,” Willow admitted, “I just want to… I’m going to say ‘damn it’ now just for emphasis.” Tara nodded. “Damn it Tara I just want to get into your pants.” She grinned as Tara’s eyebrows shot up with shock at the language if not the sentiment. “Or at least, I want to get you out of them. Because out is better than in… if you can get out okay? If you want to be out…”
Tara looked away and Willow wondered if she had gone a little too far. But Tara was still there. Looking at the landscape again, instead of back at her, but she was still there and her face was flushed. Her breathing was a little elevated perhaps.
Tara was still there.
“Sorry,” Willow started, “we wanted perfect and-”
Tara interrupted her. “You can…” she said and pushed Willow backwards gently.
Willow put her arms out and lowered herself down to the ground as Tara came to be astride her, squatting and then kneeling over her, letting Willow look on her as she wanted to.
She watched as Tara unsnapped the button of her jeans and drew down the zipper until white cotton peeked out at her, and Tara was already working on her own shirt. She removed that before she spoke to say “You can,” again.
“Really?” Willow had to ask. She had to be sure for both of them. But this was perfect…
“Really,” Tara reassured her.
“You’re so very sexy…” Willow pulled Tara’s hand to her mouth and kissed her palm again. “Smart…” And then the back of her hand. “Beautiful…” She kissed the fingertips. “And I come back around to sexy,” she added and sucked Tara’s fingertips into her mouth. Tara rested atop her, letting Willow kiss her while she also reached and ran her hands around Tara’s now exposed bra.
“Tell me more,” Tara said as if that was the price of the continuing game.
“You’re very, very sexy,” Willow said and Tara reached back and undid her bra, allowing Willow to take it from her and Tara’s hands were on her now. Searching for ways into and out of clothing.
“Mmmm,” Tara murmured.
“You’re very, very,” Willow repeated, “very sexy.” She ran her hands up to cup Tara’s breasts. Since their last, abortive, attempt at making love – when the power and the reality of that love had overcome Tara, those globes had been in her hands more than once. But she’d never appreciated them as much as she was right then, because Willow knew exactly where they were going this time.
Her hands…
Tara’s hands had been in places too. “More?” Willow asked stroking Tara’s arms meaning the words, but as soon as it escaped from her lips she knew that she’d really meant something different.
“Much more,” Tara told her and Willow knew that Tara had got it anyway.
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Willow seemed about to offer those promised words, but Tara bent over her, kissed her and words seemed to have disappeared when she let Willow’s lips go. Tara smiled, her breasts flattened against Willow and she was enjoying the sensation of her naked skin against Willow’s clothing but… she was going to enjoy naked skin against naked skin even more than that.
She sat up and Willow’s hands were on her once more as she reached for Willow’s t-shirt and gently pushed it upwards, encouraging Willow to lift her body and allow her to remove it without it catching on the ground. There were going to be grass stains anyway and Tara didn’t give a hoot about the washing they’d have to do.
Willow was pinching her nipples by now and Tara could hear herself moaning because of that. Nipple pinching had become important to them. Thinking of being in bed with Willow, or in the shower - wherever they could snatch a moment of nipple availability it had become important. A first, or maybe a third step to where they had been so far.
They were going to go farther from now on when they wanted to… because they could now. After this.
It was a nice way to play. Tara closed her eyes and caressed Willow’s arm with one hand, running a finger over her belly with the other as her nipples were deliciously taunted. She could tell, as if she was watching it, how Willow was touching her there. Her nipples being rolled between thumb and fingers. Constant pressure for what seemed like an endless moment. Then there was more than tweaking.
It was a sharp caress and it hurt her in such a delicious way that she couldn’t even think of it as pain. There was nothing like the vicious streak of… No. Not going there now at all.
Tara scrabbled to push Willow’s bra up from her breasts and shifted atop her love to lean forward again and to take Willow’s own taut flesh in her mouth. Teasing it with her tongue as Willow maintained the hold on her nipple. There was still pinching as Tara flicked her tongue and kissed the flesh around there, but… here… this was… she wanted to…
Tara wanted to make love.
Willow wanted to make love.
They wanted each other. But they wanted the kiss too.
She wanted to kiss, hold, give and receive. To love. Now. Later for the playful – she definitely liked the menu and all that was on offer but she wanted the simple things first. Holding, caressing, stroking, kissing… lips sealed together as Tara moved back up Willow, breast to breast now. Her hands moved down Willow’s body and pressed between her legs, pushing the denim into the flesh there and feeling Willow respond to that contact.
Willow rolled and Tara compensated for the movement to keep her position, her grip, the kiss and yet to allow the movement to happen. She let Willow dictate the shifts in position then and they were, rather than one atop the other, beside each other in the grass. It tickled her back and her breasts where gravity carried them into the flattened area they’d lain in. She looked into Willow’s eyes as they lay there – her hand between Willow’s still covered legs as Willow played with her breast.
Tara wanted to speak, but she wasn't sure the words were going to come. So she
looked - ‘what?’ her eyes asked of Willow. If Willow was going to drive then she had to take responsibility for the direction.
It was so beautiful here. All Willow had to do was to touch her cheek and they were kissing again. Without an answer.
They dissolved into a kiss that was pretty much endless. A kiss that was lip merging. Tongue teasing. Hands wandering, caressing and stroking. All of that just in the kiss.
They were, despite the shade, under the sun. Tara could feel it on her skin, like another kiss – but not as warm as Willow. The kissing, the touching and the loving continued as their remaining clothes were loosened and lost. Until they were each almost naked. Almost… but almost didn’t matter. Almost was close enough for now and the kiss was all that mattered to them.
The touch. The stroking. Clothing or lack of it. The breeze washing over them. The grass being crushed beneath them as they roll back and forth towards each other. The horses neighing gently at something. The ground that was beneath them and the gravity that held them there. The air that they breathed between the kissing. All of that faded away and became just a dim background to the
kiss.They were each other’s world and the world was pretty much, despite the kiss, starting to focus where their hands had strayed to. The kiss went on, and on, but gradually an awareness of what those fingers and palms were doing forced its way into Tara’s perception. The sounds that Willow made were not just within the kiss anymore either. They were driven by the movement of Tara’s fingers inside her panties.
And her noises by Willow’s hand. The palm that cupped her.
The kiss went on but it was sharing the billing with the motion of the hands. And still everything else, everything else was in the background. When she’d moved her hand into a reciprocal position between Willow’s legs it was then she’d heard the cry that brought home what Willow was doing to her. Her own cry.
They had found the core of each other’s worlds at that moment. The kiss was centre of the love that they shared. The hands… the hands were the lovers that they were becoming. Maybe… later that position would reverse. But for now that was how Tara had to think of it. She wasn’t about to have sex with Willow… or wasn’t even already doing that. They were… oh Goddess yes they were making love.
Tara wasn't being distracted from the lips though, even as the fingers within her underwear manipulated her more directly and more carefully, trying to elicit a specific response from her. She was still focused on the lips, able to differentiate between the sounds that Willow made in the kiss, and the sounds that Willow made when her fingers found their target and pleasured it for her.
The vibrations from Willow ran through her, through their connection and down through her body. Willow’s pleasure seemed to pool in Tara’s own chest, between her own legs. Communicated to her in the kiss, the touch and the sounds.
She was fixated on the lips. She knew that what Willow did, what her own instinctive desires told her to do with her own hand on Willow, were not as important as the kiss right now. One hand fluttered against Willow’s most sensitive flesh, the other moved over the rest of her body.
Both of those hands, the flutterer and the mover, were coming in second to the endless kiss. They parted lips and occasionally drew a special breath before moving in to meet each other again. Then the next time there might be the little words that meant nothing but love before their lips rejoined and the kiss, the kiss had never been interrupted. The kiss was more than the lips. It was everything now. The whole thing was a part of the kiss.
They weren’t even making love. Just kissing. Kissing with hands. Fluttering, stroking, moving. Caressing. They were kissing. Tara knew on some level that Willow was stroking her skin. Squeezing her flesh. Loving her with her hands. And the other hand, that she was becoming more and more aware of, was also stroking, squeezing, and loving. Fluttering as her own fingers had, circling and building her towards what must be coming.
From the sounds that she, objectively, was aware she was making, the little cries, she thought that she might be a little ahead of Willow. She had no idea. She could hear herself – she could feel herself. She knew her own reactions and she had no idea of Willow’s… schedule. But she was going to get to know it so very well, very quickly.
For now she was just in the kiss. No matter what else was happening and oh… something was happening… very, very happening… oh…
She didn’t break the kiss even when her body went into a totally unexpected spasm of pleasure, of fulfilled desire and absolute love. Total love… that was what washed through her as her body realised the same thing as her heart and her head. She and Willow were meant to be together. Love, lovers… pleasure. It was all the same thing with Willow.
Her cry of ecstasy was muffled by Willow’s searching tongue in her mouth, lips sealed over hers. It was as if Willow, in addition to the contact down between her legs, was drinking in the pleasure… sucking it from her and taking it as her own. There was plenty to go around.
The tiny kisses after that moment had passed were delicious as Willow waited for her to deliver on her own promise. Tara was still drawing out the sensations. Willow’s palm had cupped her as the moment had broken and she was holding it there with her tensed thighs, moving her body against the suddenly still hand. Taking the last, and the first, joy from her lover. Before she would return to concentrating on the favour.
Now though it was Willow who was moving against
her hand as Tara whispered her words of love, delivered the kisses to Willow that Willow had given to her. The tiny ones.
Willow was moving her whole body though – not just that part of her that was against Tara’s hand. Willow, was… she was seeking to place her breasts in Tara’s free hand and Tara obliged. She was rubbing her wet core against the hand between her legs and perhaps most urgently she was seeking Tara’s lips with her own. The kiss. The kiss was the important thing and Tara wasn't going to disappoint her… not now. She wasn't going to ever disappoint her again. She found the vigour, the need, sucking Willow to her, possessing her with her caresses and redoubling her careful movements on that most sensitive place.
She’d figured, from Willow’s responses, what it was her lover seemed to like. Not just her lover – her love. And when Willow was there, crying her name into the stillness of the hot sunny day, startling the horses, whilst a shudder ripped through almost strangling the word, all Tara could think of was how much she loved Willow.
It was just a wonderful new way of showing it.
Willow clung to her, hugged herself to Tara and seemed that she would never let go. “Oh baby,” she moaned. “Oh my baby.” And yet it was Willow that was clinging to her.
“I am you know,” Tara told her hugging Willow to her but keeping that one hand where it had been.
Willow, gradually, subsided and she was back from the pleasure filled place where they had taken each other to for the first of many, many… many times. “I know,” Willow told her. “I know you’re mine.” She was breathing hard and Tara stroked her face leaving a sheen that wasn’t sweat. Willow did the same for her, anointing each other.
“And you know,” Willow started, “about me too?”
“I know.”
They lay there with each other, sun kissed. Willow kissed Tara. Tara kissed Willow. They just kissed and though they didn’t approach the pleasure that they had experienced already they spent hours naked in the grass. Rolling, resting, playing, looking. Finding each other and having the fun of lovers who had made love and were sated. For a while.
The words were full of love.
The words were also, increasingly later on, full of butt.
“I want us to go home in the daylight,” Willow murmured to her as they lay entwined, Tara flicking her lover’s nipple with a blade of grass. “Can we?”
“Is your butt up to it?” she asked.
“You can check,” Willow told her, “When we get home.”
“More?”
“More.”
“More.”
“We could…”
“At home.”
They would go home. Not just in love as they had left it. But as lovers in love.
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If I want a little pussy, I got my own to play with.
Chance in
Chance.
Overzealous and a little enthusiastic too. I couldn’t help it though. I saw the update and got a little, erm, happy.
I resorted to having a Brit friend of mine by some for me, but I gave her the wrong name and ended up with hilarious thongs. And that's all I'll say about that.
, so I can't wait for part 92 
at: 10/18/02 1:48:01 pm
