She tastes like strawberries and sugar.
Prying her lips apart I let our tongues meet and the tastes overwhelm me, moist and dry, bitter and sweet all at once. Her palms are soft pads that slide dryly against my skin. I can feel my lotion melting off of me and mingling with her own brand in the heat, droplets of solidified and scented moisture sliding over us calmly, silently, in the dark.
"Mm," her mouth grows soft against mine as she pulls away gently, scooting to the side so that I can position myself in her arms.
"I think it's starting to hurt less," I turn my eyes up to her flushed face and send her a small smile, "I mean I can go on living without her -- Buffy -- always there." She doesn't say anything and I'm glad for the silence. Pulling the sheets tighter around us I snuggle deeper into her body, molding us together, "I'm so happy I have you back."
She smiles a shy smile, the curvature of her lips expanding and rising in perfect union, "I'm glad you could find me." The smile slips away easily as her face grows shadowed. Her eyes squinting into the glaring darkness before turning back to me and tracing the lines and planes of my body, "I love you, Willow. Always." She pauses for a moment before letting her fingers caress my face, "Even if my brains are all smooshy and purple elephant filled."
"Even if an evil hell goddess tries to make you work for her," she says with a lilt in her voice, moving our faces closer.
"Even," I place a quick kiss on my face, before spreading out a flurry of them across her shoulders and neck.
"Even if you leave," her voice drops to a whisper as she kisses my nose, "Even if you die?" She pulls away from me and for a moment I hesitate to breathe as I wait for my answer. But it never comes. Instead she crushes our mouths together, lips sliding over each other effortlessly.
"You taste like strawberries," I breathe against her skin, my voice husky and rumbling.
"I taste like Tara," she says quietly as she smiles at me, "I taste like you."
Prying her lips apart I let our tongues meet and the tastes overwhelm me, moist and dry, bitter and sweet all at once. Her palms are soft pads that slide dryly against my skin. I can feel my lotion melting off of me and mingling with her own brand in the heat, droplets of solidified and scented moisture sliding over us calmly, silently, in the dark.
"Mm," her mouth grows soft against mine as she pulls away gently, scooting to the side so that I can position myself in her arms.
"I think it's starting to hurt less," I turn my eyes up to her flushed face and send her a small smile, "I mean I can go on living without her -- Buffy -- always there." She doesn't say anything and I'm glad for the silence. Pulling the sheets tighter around us I snuggle deeper into her body, molding us together, "I'm so happy I have you back."
She smiles a shy smile, the curvature of her lips expanding and rising in perfect union, "I'm glad you could find me." The smile slips away easily as her face grows shadowed. Her eyes squinting into the glaring darkness before turning back to me and tracing the lines and planes of my body, "I love you, Willow. Always." She pauses for a moment before letting her fingers caress my face, "Even if my brains are all smooshy and purple elephant filled."
"Even if an evil hell goddess tries to make you work for her," she says with a lilt in her voice, moving our faces closer.
"Even," I place a quick kiss on my face, before spreading out a flurry of them across her shoulders and neck.
"Even if you leave," her voice drops to a whisper as she kisses my nose, "Even if you die?" She pulls away from me and for a moment I hesitate to breathe as I wait for my answer. But it never comes. Instead she crushes our mouths together, lips sliding over each other effortlessly.
"You taste like strawberries," I breathe against her skin, my voice husky and rumbling.
"I taste like Tara," she says quietly as she smiles at me, "I taste like you."
