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EDITED TO ADD: Cicca... don't be silly. It's a lovely AV and you should use it. I'm a big girl*S*
Katharyn
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Title:
The Sidestep Chronicle – Open (Part 93)
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: This is the smut bit I said would never be seen. Get it whilst you can.
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. As in Yeegads. As in stop now if you do not want to read two women in love making love. A lot.
Couples: W/T – who else??
Notes: If the last time was them in love then this is them at play. Oh and still in love.
Thanks To: Kerry. Hey she managed to focus on the missing comma’s during all this. Now that is willpower. Xita – for the naming
The Sidestep Chronicle
Open
By
Katharyn Rosser
“You know what?” Willow asked her.
Tara took the bridle from Duke, Willow had pleaded having too sore a butt to do the honours for herself. It was difficult to see what a sore butt had to do with that, but after their day together Tara was in a very forgiving mood. “Mmm?” she encouraged Willow to go on, feeding Duke yet another sugar lump. She was going to make sure that he didn’t get any more for a few days. Today had been special but if she didn’t watch it he was going to be rotting his teeth or getting fat or something else that they didn’t want.
She looked back to the door of the stall, where Willow was leaning on the low barrier. Duke flicked his head as she watched, nuzzled Willow briefly – no doubt in search of further sugar. Had she got him addicted to the rush now? That could be bad. A hyped-up animal of his size and strength. Cold turkey for him from now on. At least until they went riding again and she needed to bribe him into behaving. Maybe it wouldn’t be necessary though, not if Willow continued to get more and more confident around him. Eventually Duke would figure it out… that Willow was just nervous now – but give her a while and she would be really strict with him. Duke was, in Tara’s mind at least, Willow’s horse now and she was pleased to see that her lover didn’t even flinch when the horse did that nuzzling thing. Tara liked to nuzzle Willow too. Instead of backing off, Willow just reached up and pushed his head away. Hand right up to his jaw.
Tara had to be proud of Willow for that. She was proud of Willow for so much. Especially today. Proud of herself too… she had… Willow had… they had…
Well… mmmmm.
So no sugar lump for Duke then. He seemed to get the message pretty quickly and slunk off into the back of the stall. He had picked up far too much of his personality from Donny. They were like reflections of each other. Duke had used to bully Marmalade and now he was sulking because he wasn't getting his way.
Maybe some of Willow would rub off on him. But the next thing that Willow was going to be rubbing wasn't going to be the horse. Oh no it wasn't.
Willow continued, “I think that I like riding.”
“Really?” Tara asked. That made her happy and she hadn’t been absolutely sure about the riding itself – rather than what came when they got out there.
We came.But there… Well there had been an awful lot of moaning about…. Really just there had been a lot of moaning and only a few complaints.
“Apart from the sore butt thing, but apart from that it really does make me feel all… mmmmn. You know?” Willow told her with a grin that six hours earlier would probably have been shy and hiding feelings that they’d been trying not to express too much – but now could be absolutely candid. They were lovers in love. They didn’t have to be embarrassed anymore. They could… they could do anything together. With or for each other.
Even for themselves.
“Mmmmn?” Tara asked her. She knew what Willow meant. But today she liked to attribute the ‘mmmm’ to Willow rather than the riding. It was Willow who filled her mind. It was Willow who had caressed her body. It was Willow who she wanted to be with again already. Now.
The red-haired woman smiled. “That too. Like… mmmm.”
Tara turned to where Marmalade was leaning over the connecting wall and patted her mare. Now there was a horse that wasn’t addicted to sugar… not like Duke… not like Tara herself, who was addicted to Willow - the sweetest of all sugars surely.
She left the stall with her traditional “Night guys.” She’d been saying that to them since she and Donny had got them as little more than foals. Big foals at least compared to their own diminutive size as children . She got no reply from the sulky Duke, but Marmalade was just a little more mature about it all, shaking her head and replying with a ‘Hrppff.’
As she came out of there past her lover, Tara put a hand on Willow’s shoulder and used that as the fulcrum of the turn that brought her around and into that lovely face. She could have kissed her sweetie right then and there, but first, looking into those green eyes, she scrabbled to pull the stable door closed. Daddy would have been proud of her for not forgetting – well not proud. Content. She heard the latch click into place, and hearing was good enough when she was caught up in those eyes. The horses secured for the night she pushed Willow back against the door of the stall.
She was gentle with the movement, pushing into Willow with her body and guiding her backwards far enough to stop them with her own hands, but once Willow was there Tara was quite determined that her baby wasn’t going to get away from her. Not until she had got what she wanted. The kiss. Kissing Willow under the tree was… it had been every kind of perfection that she’d ever dreamt of.
Willow didn’t resist her, but she did try to take a little of the control back from Tara. When Tara moved in for the kiss it was Willow who darted her head forward and made the connection between them actually happen. When Tara tried to possess Willow’s mouth with her tongue, she was driven back and found her own mouth being taken and ravaged, instead.
It was a playful ravaging, if such a description was possible. The way Willow did it was definitely playful, the nibbling, probing and ending with a lick at her nose, which just proved once more that this blessed day wasn't over just yet. That was all that she’d intended to show with the kiss – and Willow had known. Willow had agreed and neither of them had said a word about it.
It would have been easy to come back here, to get something to eat. Maybe to take a warm shower together because they certainly needed them, and then they could have slipped into bed and fallen asleep with each other.
Easy?
No that wouldn’t have been easy at all. In bed together… let alone a shower and
not doing anything… that would have been very, very hard. Sort of irrelevant now though because the promise was definitely there.
There would be more loving, more affection. There would be
more than that this time. This wasn’t, she could tell, going to be about
just love. Orgasm wouldn’t be almost incidental to what else was happening. This was going to be… passion. Sexual. As filled with desire as their first time had been filled with love. The love would be there for them and the loving would be there too. Taking and being taken was what they would be all about. How did she know all that?
She could feel it in Willow’s body – and her own.
She could see it so clearly in Willow’s face.
She could hear it in the sounds that they made. The ones that were barely there.
She knew.
Tara wanted to be taken. She wanted to do some taking too. Giving and receiving. All that they knew about that promise probably explained their hands – hands that were all over each other. Pretty much everywhere. The kiss was a great start – they’d already shared a kiss today that’d held so much for them. Now… now the kiss held so much promise for them for the future – not a reminder of the past.
Promise for the rest of the night.
The Future was… well now.
Tara felt Willow react and push back away from the door into which she had been pressed. She looked up at Willow’s amused face. Then she had only to shift her eyes a fraction and she could see why Willow had moved away from there.
Willow had gently pushed Tara away from the horse that had started to nibble on her hair and now she glared back at Duke who seemed to be trying to take his sugar-deprived revenge. Tara had to smile. Willow had used to be frightened of him. Now she was just pissed off – and amused – at having their fun interrupted. “You’re a very bad horse,” Willow told him. “Bad.”
“It’s just because I wouldn’t give you a sugar lump,” Tara shook her head and Duke had the decency to back away from the door and to go and commune with Marmalade. He was probably backing away from Willow though. Her scoldings weren’t something that Tara ever wanted to be on the receiving end of. There were some things that she wanted to be on the receiving end of Willow for though.
“Perhaps he’s jealous,” Willow suggested as she turned back to Tara.
“Maybe,” Tara agreed, but she didn’t really care what his motives had been right now. She wasn’t sure whether she wanted to join Willow in scolding Duke for interrupting them or hug him for moving them along to the next thing that was on their agenda. Neither… she wanted to hug Willow. But not here. She took Willow’s hand in hers, kissed her again quickly and then led her out of the barn, pausing only to shut the door behind them. And that pause gave Willow just the chance to push her backwards this time.
And for her to push her hand up Tara’s shirt as they started to kiss again. Massaging the material that cupped Tara’s breasts – and more importantly what was within that cup.
Impatient girl, Tara thought to herself.
I can understand that though. I’m feeling more than just impatient myself.More with the kissing. More with the unspoken promises and more with the hands. Such lovely, talented hands. One on her cheek, stroking her face and her ear gently as they smooched.
They made it, with arms around each other, stumbling and laughing across the yard to the house, via a brief rest against the fence and the storage shed. Tara wasn’t impatient to get inside, nor did Willow seem to be, but she was impatient to have Willow with her. And she could do that right where they were. Wherever they were.
It was just that indoors was probably the place to do it. She wanted to mark the house as theirs… she wanted to have Willow in bed with her and have that mean more than kissing, cuddling and sleeping.
It would soon.
Or not… necessarily yet – if they kept on like this. They reached the porch. It was natural to stop there because ‘natural’ was wherever they were – together. Tara banged her legs on the swinging porch chair that rested there by the door and looked at it, irritated for a second until Willow recognised that it was the first place that was going to take them off their feet to be with each other. Willow smiled and sat down on the chair. More of a lusty collapse than taking a demure taking of a seat.
They fitted so well and they were going to fit each other’s needs and desires as well. Willow swung away from her as she sat down and Tara had to wait a couple of beats for her to swing back before she could clamber into the moving chair atop her. Willow was grinning as Tara shifted to make herself more comfortable, not worried about the strength of the frame. This old, long, chair had stood up to the whole Maclay family more than once.
“Do you want me to…?” Willow asked.
“What?” Tara breathed in reply. Whatever it was she was pretty certain that she was actually going to want it. Lots. Willow just placed her hand on the back of Tara’s head and pulled her face into her chest. Tara nuzzled her there, rubbing her face between those breasts and groping for the bottom edge of Willow’s shirt to try and push it aside so that she could get even closer to her. She was able, once that was out of the way, to kiss the soft skin between the cups, smelling the scent of her woman, licking and cupping Willow’s previously hidden breasts.
Her woman.
She tipped her head back, raising her face from that soft place and into Willow’s own countenance, smiling, wondering just what the next step was going to be. No, not what… more
where. The answers, as Willow put her hand on the back of her head, seemed to be right there. Willow probably didn’t need to push at all. Tara’s head was already dipping as she bent down, down to where her hand had exposed one small breast. Still Willow pushed her though. The little display of force was something new and something… interesting. Confident and intriguing.
Tara latched her lips around that nipple and searched blindly as she sucked for the fabric that marked the other cup of Willow’s bra. She pushed it upwards to free the other breast so that her fingers could mimic the movement of her lips. And the little sounds that Willow made had to be interpreted as being appreciative of that. Willow liked what she was doing for her. To her. She had to be doing something right. Something else…
Or at least she’d thought so. Abruptly Willow pushed her away and for a moment Tara wondered if she’d actually done something wrong. Something bad. Or something that was a little too good too early? Willow was just unfastening her bra though, unhooking it and releasing it from a position it hadn’t been designed for and must have been pinching a little.
That left it just hanging from her shoulders, loose and not at all concealing. And Willow looked at her. ‘Now you,’ the look said.
It only took a look.
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Tara, it seemed, had other ideas. Maybe they were indoor ideas. They were by the door and they could only really go in. Tara was already moving from atop her. Her lover gave her nipples one final loving flick each with tongue and fingers and then clambered up, holding out her hand for Willow to follow her.
There was no way in the world that Willow was going to say ‘Thank you very much sweetie, but I think I will stay here and enjoy the evening air.’ No way in the world. Not for all the tea in China. And that really was a lot of tea.
Enough with the tea though, she had to think as Tara pulled her up. They were kissing and stumbling again. Leaning on anything they could find that would support them as they went to the door. Rolling along the walls. Rubbing their way inside. The more they moved, the more they were against each other, touching and the more they wanted to stop and explore each other a little more. But the more they wanted, the better they knew that they had to find a place where they could get somewhere with each other too.
Willow knew where they were headed – eventually – it was just that it was such a long way away when they wanted to be doing other things to and with each other.
Now.
Getting there and keeping away from each other long enough to move was proving to be a problem. But it was, as Tara pushed her against the doorframe, also half the fun. “I love you,” Tara breathed and showed a little more of that love to Willow’s bare breasts.
“Oh Goddess how I love you,” Tara told her again as they rolled round the frame and into the kitchen. The door somehow shut behind them by someone snagging it with a foot. Willow had no idea if it had been her or not.
It was a chilly evening, but Willow barely noticed that. Tara was warming her in all the right places, even those that usually responded to the cold. She smiled at Tara’s words and her actions. “I love you,” Willow replied. “I adore you. And I want more of you,” Willow told her, that last in a husky voice, and they found themselves up against the counter.
She ran her hands over Tara’s face, allowing Tara to suck at her fingers then trailing the tips of the wet digits across her cheek, down her neck to the collar of her lover’s t-shirt, pulling it away from Tara’s skin and trying to take a peek down there. Her hands were already rubbing and squeezing the objects of her affection just as Tara didn’t seem to be able to keep her hands away from Willow’s. “Let’s see you,” Willow said between the words, the whimpers, kisses and the tongue dancing. “Let’s see you my love.”
Tara grinned and popped herself up onto the counter, resting her head against the cupboard doors. Popped was perhaps a little understating it. Pushed herself up there, sitting now with her head back. Willow kissed her throat feeling the vibrations from Tara’s larynx as she made little rumbles of pleasure. She was feeling Tara’s pleasure as well as hearing it.
“Mmmmm.” Willow made her own sound and let Tara feel her do that. Then she found herself licking Tara’s neck and suddenly thinking better of it. But why the hell not? She lathed her tongue across Tara’s skin and then kissed the damp flesh. “Let’s see you,” she said to Tara again. She could lick if she wanted to… there were things that she very much wanted to lick.
Tara moved her legs apart and Willow moved in between them without hesitation. Why would she hesitate? She was right up to her baby, as close as she could get. That was where she wanted to be. Against her lover, pressed right up to her. Kissing her. Fondling her. And enclosed by those closing legs. Tara’s thighs pressing against her. Calves crossed behind her.
Tara had started to, and had finished now, undoing her own top as she held Willow to her with her knees. Willow decided that she could afford to relax, just a little, and watch the show as the shirt disappeared into a stack of pans in the corner.
Tara pulled Willow towards her, but Willow resisted. No more waiting to see her love. She wanted to see them right then and there. Her eyes flicked to Tara’s bra and the other woman got the silent message. Her glorious breasts were soon as naked as Willow’s own. And then they were in her hands too. Under her circling thumbs. What she chose to do to Tara then, it was just a taste of what was coming. A taste that she chose to take by closing her lips over one of those peaks she’d just stroked to full stiffness. And… well that freed up a hand. She wasn’t going to waste it, so she placed it on Tara’s leg. Rubbing her baby through the denim that had stood up to the ravages of riding.
The hand quickly made it’s way up past Tara’s knee… below the knee wasn't what interested her right now. She had higher things in mind. Higher purposes. Physically higher. Warmer things – not that Tara’s thigh wasn’t hot enough. She could feel the heat as she stroked, squeezed and pushed. Tara’s finger was on her chin, something about what she was doing had even prompted Tara to surrender the sensation of her nibbling on love’s breast in favour of continuing their kiss.
Willow didn’t much care. There was a lifetime for all of that. Whatever her baby wanted
now was just fine with her. With Willow’s hands still rubbing her legs, Tara brought her own hands up. One to her own chest and one to Willow’s. They were, Willow thought, practically one so it was just like Tara was rubbing herself… except Ohhh she was the one getting the benefits of that contact. The movements were the same. They had to be. Doing anything else was like patting your head and rubbing your tummy at the same time. Easy only if you had the knack.
They were feeling the same things because Tara was doing the same things for them as she was. It was another connection between them and Willow liked that. The only difference was that, as they kept their lips together, her hand had got high enough up Tara’s leg to rub Tara where it really counted and as she made that new, forceful, grope of a connection their lips parted and Tara’s head jerked back into the edge of the cupboard causing a clatter of crockery from inside. The sigh changed into a moan and Willow just pursued those lips. She would kiss Tara there, against the cupboard so that she couldn’t hurt herself like that again. And it gave her a little more control – the chance to make sure that she could give Tara everything that she wanted to.
Tara’s moan became a groan and Willow knew that the knock was forgotten as something took over from the slight pain. Pleasure took over… Tara hips rippled and she was pushing right back at that probing hand as Willow scrabbled to undo her jeans for her. She pulled them open and thrust her hand inside against the softer cotton, using her wrist to create the space that she wanted between cotton and denim while Tara, who Willow could feel was already damp with desire, worked herself against the intruder to that very personal space. The groans continued and Willow revelled in them, stroking what she already knew was such tender flesh through the underwear. Her hand had been there before… it wanted to be there again. It might have to wait it’s turn though.
And she wanted those jeans off Tara. She wanted to be free to caress anything that she desired and she did desire
all of Tara. From the hair on her head to well… the hair elsewhere. The jeans were just in the way now. She scrambled to push Tara’s trainers off then… well there was nothing more in the way apart from the jeans. “Off,” she hissed at Tara and grasped the edges of the zipper pulling them as far from Tara as she could whilst the other woman was still sitting on the seat of them. “Get out of them,” she insisted and Tara pushed herself up on her hands again, leaving both of their breasts unhandled. But only briefly. She was in the air, supported by her hands, for just long enough for Willow to yank the jeans down to around her thighs. And no longer than that.
That was what she wanted, but she wasn’t careful enough. Willow pulled harder than perhaps she needed to in her lust and Tara lost her balance, slipping forward into Willow and off the edge of the counter. Willow caught her though. She’d been aware of that danger, and she didn’t want her lover getting hurt now. They had things to do aside from anything else. They grinned at each other as Tara found her feet, the jeans slipping down her smooth legs and pooling around her ankles.
Then Tara tried to take a step. Too big a step for the constraint.
And they were falling again and Willow felt them run into a cushion of air… a cushion of magic. She could feel the slight tingle as well as the pressure of the air behind her, stopping her from landing hard on her already sore butt – let alone anything else. Tara had saved them and she was lowering them, slowly to the floor… with being Tara on top of her just a coincidence.
Obviously.
There they were on Tara’s Mom’s squeaky-clean kitchen floor, the woman she loved on top of her. Boobs to boobs, kissing, feeling Tara and feeling herself. Tara wriggled, trying to get out of the obviously dangerous jeans but it was only when Willow pressed her foot into the gap between Tara’s calves and snagged them that they were able to get them off – at least without hands. They still hung off one leg, but Tara was free of their distracting constraint. Willow would remove them if she had to. She liked the idea of naked Tara.
Tara was free to do what Willow wanted to her to do, to straddle her, rubbing her face, breasts and belly as she went for Willow’s pants. Tara was sliding down her body, kissing her throat nibbling on an erect nipple… down to a belly that was so close to her face… to her mouth. To her lips…
It was, to Willow, like the rest of her body was someone else’s and all that was left of her was the hot place between her legs. Tara was so close there. Tara got her face to the right area, flicking her tongue into Willow’s belly button, then she drew down the zipper as she tongued that hollow. When the last of their clothes were open Tara sank further down, pulling them down towards Willow’s feet… ignoring for a moment what she had revealed and frustrating Willow’s immediate desire to be licked or nuzzled or… something.
But then Tara was back and she was laying her face against Willow’s cotton covered mound. It was then… with that beautiful face right there at her hot core… that Tara started to laugh.
“What?” Willow asked and Tara just kept giggling. “What?”
She still got nothing coherent from Tara but the movement of the laughing face against her warm flesh wasn’t unpleasant though.
“If you don’t stop it,” Willow threatened trying to sound menacing, “I’m going to push that lovely face right down there and never let you up again.”
Tara seemed to think about that for a moment or two. Wondering perhaps if that would be such a bad thing. Willow never made threats that she wasn't willing to carry through. Tara knew that.
“Look at us,” Tara said, turning her head to look up Willow’s body, past her breasts and to her face.
“Horny girls in love?” Willow suggested to her.
Tara kissed the edge of her panties. “Something like that yeah.” Tara reached and cupped Willow’s pussy with her hand, rubbing the cotton between lips Willow could feel were already thick and moist. She’d known that before Tara got there though. Then Tara kissed her through those panties in that same place. Again and again. Willow moaned as one of those kisses alighted on a part of her that she so wanted to be licked, sucked and nibbled on.
“Take me to bed?” Willow asked her lover.
Tara paused from her kisses but not from the movement of her fingers which kept up the level of the deliciously sexual pleasure, “Kitchen floor not good enough for you love?” she asked.
“Too slippery,” Willow told her “And too clean. I want to be dirty with you,” she whispered. “Take me to bed, woman of mine. Now.” It was where they’d always been going so it was no request at all.
Just fulfilment of their promise.
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Willow stood by the bed, watching Tara for a moment before she sat down. In contrast to the fumbling stumbles of the journey across the yard and into the kitchen though this had been a slow walk, hand in hand. They’d been waiting for this… their bed must have been waiting for this…
They’d already made love to each other that day. They’d already shared the bed for some special moments. They’d already woken up in each other’s arms. But suddenly the bed and being together on it… in it… seemed very, very important to her.
But Tara was prowling as she seemed to be thinking. They could have just lain down beside each other. Touched each other. They could have done very much what they’d done that afternoon. But that wasn't happening here. Tara… Tara wanted something else. Tara was…
It was like she was some sort of big cat. Watching her not as prey – because it was true that Tara’s eyes never, ever, left her – but as another big cat that she
really wanted to be with. Really, really wanted to play with. No… cats didn’t seem to play except in a nasty ‘I’m gonna play with you and then I’m going to eat you way.’ Tara was like… a kitten. They both were.
Or…
Well…
‘I’m gonna to play with you and then I’m going to eat you,’
was pretty much summing up what was going to take place here. Why fight what was fated?
And who the hell was fighting anything?
It wasn’t a question of if or even when, it was – as she looked into Tara’s eyes – just a matter of what. And within that question, Willow could see that Tara was just deciding what to do to her
first as she paced. ‘First’ as in there was going to be much, much more. Whether it was now, later in the night, tomorrow morning, next week or in the rest of their lives… forever would do. Making love. Being in love. Forever would be just fine.
Forever that was going to start with Tara striding over to her, all naked now and so gorgeous and putting her hand on her shoulder. Pushing on it as Willow sat on the edge of the bed. And when Tara pushed, just as she did when she would ask something, Willow would let her. She let herself slide back onto the bed and before her head even hit the quilt Tara’s hands were all over her. The stroking along her collar bone. The caresses around the underside of her breasts. The slithering of fingers down her stomach and into her belly button. Whispering across her lower belly like a feather as Tara went down to the end of the bed and was kneeling there, on the floor, at the foot of the bed, bending down over Willow. Lying back as she was all she could see of Tara was her head, bent over her groin… about to kiss her there.
She put out her hands and urged Tara to deliver the kiss to where she needed to be kissed and Tara didn’t disappoint her. The blonde woman did touch her lips to Willow’s pussy but she wasn't staying there. Tara was coming up her body again like the tide, kissing and caressing from hips to breasts. Then down… receding… surging forward again from knees to neck a storm of kisses, licks and stroking. Setting Willow’s body on fire with need and then soothing it with temporary touches before the hands, lips, hair and skin moved on to the next destination.
Ohhh god…
They’d claimed the house now, with a few rooms left for another time, another day or night, and now Tara was claiming her. She was making Willow her’s and Willow wanted to be that. They’d made love already that day and it had been beautiful and perfect but… they’d given themselves to each other. Now Tara was taking and that was… that was something new. Something different. No more or less perfect than what they’d already discovered about each other… Tara was intending to claim her… and then she did.
Tara’s fingers ceased their travels and now, with the fingers at rest, her woman kissed her belly. It was as if the kiss was a distraction from what was going to happen. What was going to come. The fingers settled on the very highest slopes of her inner thighs, not even a finger stretch from… ohh… Tara being able to tease the lips of her pussy apart.
Willow was open as she never had been before. Exposed in a way that thrilled her because she couldn’t believe for a second it was at all a bad thing to be so open and vulnerable. Her lover wanted her. Tara wanted to take and possess her. Tara knew what she wanted and where she was going. She knew what she was looking for and as the blonde woman’s head sank a little lower her insistent tongue found it quickly.
Willow’s hands rested in that lovely blonde hair, but they were not needed to guide Tara as she unerringly pleasured her clit with her tongue, one free hand lifting Willow’s foot off the floor by the knee, encouraging her to hook it around her arm. Willow went further though, lifting it over Tara’s shoulder and holding Tara to her that way. She thought Tara might have smiled, if her tongue hadn’t been in the way… Tara’s beautiful face was pressed into her pussy. But Willow knew, for all that she seemed to be controlling Tara, that this was just what her lover had intended. Willow knew that she was being womanhandled. As she’d wanted to be for so long now.
All she could do with her hands was hold Tara’s face there so that she could grind herself into that mouth. Loving lips and teasing tongue. It was a face she knew as intimately as she did her own. Every inch of it. She’d looked at it as Tara slept. Whilst she was awake. She’d dreamed of it before she even knew Tara or even before anything bad had happened to her. She’d kissed it and stroked it. And now she was claiming it and marking it as the giver of her pleasure.
The face… and the hand that was also there between her legs… alternately stroking her and opening her to allow that tongue to dip into her and tease the places that should have been, always had been, hidden within her folds. Willow was so deliciously exposed as Tara’s other hand ran up and down her calf, controlling the leg that Willow had thought to control her with.
Tara had given nothing up. Nothing at all as she showed when she pulled back, pushing that seemingly enclosing leg aside and slipped away. Leaving Willow naked, spread, exposed and desperate for more of what her baby was offering her. Tara reared up above her, looking at her, seeming to appreciate her like that. It just made Willow feel even better to be looked at like that. To see the desire in Tara’s eyes.
Lust. For me.And Willow just wanted Tara back with her. Whatever that meant. What was that going to mean though? What did Tara want now? There had to be some sort of change coming because otherwise why would her lover have moved?
“Up,” Tara told her. “Now.”
Ohh… Tara was getting big with the butch… Mmmmn.
“P-please sweetie,” the blonde added and it made it sexier and sweeter to Willow that Tara felt she could be that forceful and then feel the need to soften it. The power and the desire mixed with the vulnerability and Tara’s own needs. Oh yeah.
Willow obeyed her lover, pushing and pulling herself properly onto the bed where before her legs had been hung over the side. But that wasn’t what Tara meant now was it? Tara gestured to her again. Tara wanted her up… just up. More up than up on the bed. Willow was encouraged, pulled, rolled and cajoled until she was where Tara wanted her. But in her passion Willow knew that she must have missed some of the moments that took her there. Caught up in Tara’s fingers on her nipples or stroking the lips of her pussy to reward her for the right moves, she found herself suddenly on her hands and knees with Tara’s hand under her stomach, pulling her upwards. Another hand behind her moving from stroking her pussy to gently parting her legs.
Tara was behind her and Willow had never felt so vulnerable in any of her lives to that point, in her memories or even in her dreams. The good ones and the bad ones. Tara was behind her, Willow could only tell she was there from the touching, the kissing. Tara was kissing her again, but not just kissing her. There was more than that…
She looked back under her own body, past her small, hanging breasts and she could see her legs forming the smooth equilateral triangle with the bed. Insanely, as she absorbed the sensations, the square on the hypotenuse
still equalled the sum of the squares of the other two sides.
More… this was more than just kissing.
Tara’s fingers had… they had stroked her there. Parted her. Exposed her, dipped within a little, but never done the… done the finger thing. It started gently with the kiss being the focus of all that she was feeling. The tongue that swept over her full lips. Just a touch of anything else. A gentle probe. Something additional to the kisses and licks, which when they reached her clit she forgot all about.
But it had become more. The source of her pleasure was still that nub Tara was kissing, but there was more there too. There was… Tara was…
inside her. She was still being kissed but Tara was really inside of her. She was being licked and fin… oh god, there was another one.
She could only… she could only think… she was being fucked by her lover. That was what this was…
Ohhhh god… Gently fingered at first as an accompaniment to the oral caress but as Tara’s mouth moved away there were just the fingers inside of her, searching out and stroking secret places that had never been touched before. It was… that was enough for now. Tara was moving. Where was she going? The fingers were still there though, moving so she hadn’t gone away. She was just moving.
And there Tara was. Willow felt breasts touch her back, lowering to rest on her. Tara was above her, resting on her. Moving on her in time to the fingers that were inside her. Willow was supporting them both now. Taking the additional weight, holding them up. Tara reached around for her hanging breasts, rubbing her with her one free hand. The other becoming firmer, more insistent inside of her as Tara started to squeeze her chest. Willow’s arms began to shake but all that she could really feel was the stiff, rough touch of Tara’s nipples scraping her back, the persistently delicious tantalisation of her own and those fingers working inside her pussy. Yes… still feeling the fingers. Not forgetting about the fingers.
More than her arms were shaking though… Tara’s… what was that her thumb? A finger? Both…? They were stroking at her clit as Tara thrust some of her other fingers inside of her to find the places that would give her what she needed. She could hear herself crying out, almost as an abstract. One tiny part of her brain had to ask ‘Is that me?’ The rest of it didn’t care as Tara fucked her like that. Driving into her, squeezing her breasts and her nipple. Rubbing her clit as she…
For the second time that day Tara brought her to orgasm… Willow could only think that later though. At the time, her cries, her body’s reaction clasping Tara within her. Shaking… falling as her arms gave out and they fell to the bed, Tara still thrusting the fingers inside of her.
As she subsided… allowed her legs to part, Tara’s hand was still on her breast. She felt so wet… deliciously taken. Delicately kissed and totally fucked by her lover. The fingers… they never stopped moving though. Not on her breasts, on her clit or within her.
Tara was kissing her neck, her shoulders and she was still… fluttering those fingers and moving them. But… it was all very well feeling fucked. All very well knowing the woman that loved her also possessed her. Could take her. Now… she had to possess Tara. She had to take Tara as hers now. Claim Tara as hers. And Tara seemed to know that. Without a word or a gesture Tara rolled off the top of her, allowing Willow to turn over and look at the sweat which glistened on her lover. It wasn't all sweat though was it? On her face… on her hands and between her legs… Not all sweat.
Willow didn’t need to say thank you, she just had to show Tara. Dipping her head straight for her baby’s damp pussy. She could see that glistening too. With needs and desires. She was glad that they’d left the light on. She wanted to see this. Her thank you was her kiss. It was her searching fingers that said how much she loved Tara while her mouth was saying thank you without making much of a sound.
“Oh yeah,” Willow said eventually as she slid her fingers along the cleft of Tara’s swollen wetness, “That worked. But I hope that you’re not thinking that you’re the only one who can do that. Hmmm?”
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“…Hmmm?” Tara barely heard the words as Willow fingers slipped inside her with no more warning that that. She had to groan. She couldn’t think… let alone think of anything more than a groan. It was a more delicate, hesitant, movement than she’d probably used on Willow, but then she’d wanted to possess Willow from the moment they’d entered the room.
And oh by the Goddess, Willow had found her clit too. Found it? It wouldn’t have taken much searching at all. The stolen touches she had managed while she’d been doing that to Willow… she’d been encouraging herself. That digit that caressed her there now... She’d probably been so very obvious because she was so very, very, ready. It was a good job she was ready… because Willow wasn’t waiting around for her. Not for anything. Circles were being drawn on the most tender and sensitive part of her body as the fingers were inside her, both taking her and giving to her.
She opened her eyes and looked at both herself and Willow. She saw her own reactions to what was happening, what was being done to her and she saw Willow taking them in too. Willow was watching her chest heave, she could feel the heat in her face – knew that she would be flushed. She was aware of her lips being parted as she breathed heavily and Willow was too. Her lover ran her free hand, wet with what must have been one of their juices, around them. Tara followed the fingers, lapping at them when she could.
They were Willow’s…
She was…
She was…
What…
“You’re being thoroughly fucked,” Willow whispered.
Tara couldn’t react to the coarse words with anything but desire. Here, in her parent’s bedroom, where such words had never been uttered.
“I’m going to leave you,” Willow teased with her words as well as by withdrawing her fingers almost all the way and Tara squirmed, she needed both to be completed and Willow was leaving…? “…thoroughly fucked,” her lover completed
Leave? The fingers were… not suggesting that Willow was going anywhere and Tara was desperate.
Oh there was a little more Willow. Inside there was more and still the caresses on her… oh goddess.
“I’m not leaving though,” Willow whispered. “So you’ll just have to be thoroughly fucked.”
Willow seemed to like the words… fine. Whatever.
Say what you like baby just… goddess just help me get there. Help me… see what Willow was doing… she was moving. And… oh… “Kiss me,” Willow said as she settled her pussy over Tara’s face, “And I’ll help you come baby.” Willow had merely withdrawn her fingers for a moment, before slipping them right back where they’d been… this time with her face there too. Tara felt Willow nuzzle her pussy.
There was nothing on her clit though. Did Willow really mean it? She was still getting fingered by her lover, but there was nothing for her clit right now and she
needed…
No… Tara could have refused and she knew that Willow would still… Willow would eat her out. That… oh yes… and finger her. Lick her and caress her and fuck her. Willow would do it all anyway.
Still… how could she refuse? Why would she refuse? She darted her tongue out and drove it straight at Willow’s erect clit. Lapped at it, and reached with her hands to part the lips of the pussy that she was going to love in exchange for her own climax. A pussy she would have loved just for the taste of it…
She wasn't going to give Willow any reason to hold back. She needed. Tara really needed and looking at Willow… so close. So… oh so hers… Willow needed too. Willow still needed. So she kissed that beautiful pussy. She lapped at it and held it open. She dipped her fingers into Willow once more. Knowing the lay of the land now. Finding what she was seeking with unerring accuracy and making Willow shudder with every touch inside, every touch on her clit.
But… Willow was getting caught up in the moment, she rolled her hips at her lover, a little impatient and Willow followed through. The fingers slipped from her, simply holding her open, stroking the sensitive lips as Willow licked at her. Lapped at her clit. Gave her… oh gave her such good shivers. Good shivers that… were shakes…
It wasn't the same exact time… but Tara was still in the throes of her orgasm when Willow closed her thighs around her face, holding her to her pussy and demanding the completion of their love. Tara just had to oblige even as she shook with her own pleasure. She wasteasing out every last lick, nibble and stroke for Willow, driving her fingers at that spot inside to stroke it for her lover. Now that she had found it she was going to make best use of it.
And Willow’s clit… her whole, wet, spasm-ridden, pussy. And she didn’t have to be afraid of anyone hearing them. The cries she’d uttered against Willow were nothing compared to the virtual shriek that Willow let out as she came. It seemed a good job those thighs were clamped around her ears.
In the aftermath… there was no instant switch… Willow didn’t come up the bed to her. Instead, exhausted, they lay there. Face against pussy. Wet lips against wet lips. There was kissing. Kissing of the tender, swollen flesh. The thighs. Their fur. It was as tender as it could have been if they had been face to face. Kissing noses, cheeks and foreheads. It was just thighs, clits and bellies. Oh yeah… and lips. Small quick kisses. Long ones with the slippage of tongues that promised more for the future.
“I’m sorry I said… those things baby,” Willow panted. “The f-word things. I was… caught in the moment.” Then Willow was kissing her there again.
That was okay though. Tara had to admit… she
had been thoroughly fucked by the woman who loved her. So she just kissed her lips to tell her it was more than okay and looked forward to the time when she would be so again.
She looked forward to it and knew that it might be morning, it might be later tonight. But it would come. And as a tongue slipped into her again, she had to wonder if it might be right away.
Then Willow’s stomach growled and put paid to an instant return to passion.
Willow spoke again. “I love the way you taste… when you come… but I need something to eat baby. Something nutritional you know?”
And so Willow was, as the one on top, the one getting up. Leaving Tara naked, sprawled, open, sweaty and wet… hardly moving. Tara knew all that about herself. She wanted Willow to wonder which she
really wanted to eat.
When eventually Willow came back with a plate of fruit and they ate it off Tara’s belly. The sticky juices of the sliced peaches, the apples and the pears running over her body. Mingling, in certain directions, with other juices. A grape nestled in her belly button and Tara, without getting up, tried a mock belly dance before Willow snatched it with her teeth.
“You’re still hungry?” she asked eventually deliberately offering herself to Willow again.
“Not for
just fruit,” her lover replied. “Can we? Already? Then we’ll take a shower…”
“Oh goddess yes.”
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by JustSkipIt » Mon Oct 21, 2002 5:36 am 
! You captured W&T at "play"/ getting swept up in the passion (and their love) so well that I think a 
will come in handy, it suddenly got quite hot in here, 
! Really you demonstrated that the label "lovers" fits them perfectly, with this wonderfully erotic/sensual part, and I look forward to the next update (hopefully I will have recovered by then 
)!
Edited by: VampNo12 
at: 10/23/02 1:22:20 am
I actually turned red.
