TIMELINE/SPOILERS: Set during S4ep20 ("The Yoko Factor").
DISCLAIMERS: All BtVS characters are the property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy Productions. I'm just filling in missing scenes!
STORY SUMMARY: Spike's lies have rattled Willow enough to spread to the bedroom. A bit of tender solace from our favorite gentle witch! Note: sexual setting.
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It's in the safety and privacy of Tara's bed that they are making love, but that still hasn't made Willow any more confident.
"I'm sorry," the redhead mumbles from beneath the duvet. She fidgets under there a bit like she's switching her weight from one elbow to the other. "I know I still don't have the hang of this. I've only ever been on the receiving end, and then only with one other person, and it was a boy, and I didn't really pay attention cuz I guess I was nervous, and…"
Tara's hand reaches down to find Willow's head, her fingertips tickling at the witch's chin in an attempt to get Willow to come up for air. "Sweetie," Tara pants, interrupting.
But Willow doesn't get the clue. "…I think I need to turn in my lesbian card. Or… my temporary card, since I'm sure the real one isn't issued til I've proven that this isn't a trendy phase I'm going through…"
The anger from that last statement generates so much heat from the proximity of Willow's breath that Tara's bits instinctively flush with blood. But this isn't how she wants it.
Instead, Tara shrugs the quilts down, exposing both of them to the cooler air of her room.
"Sweetie," she tries again.
The quick chill on Willow's damp skin finally makes her pause.
"C'mere," Tara whispers, urging Willow up so that they can be face to face.
With it so obvious now, Willow follows. She slides herself over Tara's body, mingling the signs of their recent lovemaking so that it absorbs into their skin, branding them as each other's.
Without even bothering to cover them back up, Tara pulls the smaller witch against her, cradling her close. Willow seems about to say something else, and Tara cuts her off with a kiss, hoping the pause will give Willow a moment to calm her thoughts. But also because she can smell the unique scent of herself on Willow's sweet face, and she wants to share it, groom her lover like a cat would.
The kiss works. Willow releases some tension, and what was meant as something quick turns into a passionate, gasping-for-breath experience. Tara's hands move down to squeeze Willow's butt, closing any gap between them. In turn, Willow kneads Tara's swollen breasts. How can she think she has no skills?
"Look at me," Tara moans as she reluctantly breaks their kiss. "Do I look like I don't enjoy what you do to me?"
Willow sees the sheen of sweat on her girlfriend's skin and the hazy lust that has enveloped her face. Tara is flushed the way one is after an orgasm, and Willow can smell the rich scent of her just as well as she can feel the desire wet against her thigh. Okay, well, I guess…
"You're my everything… my always…" Tara stops moving as she says this, making sure Willow really understands. "You never need to doubt yourself with me."
They are looking deep into each other's eyes now, wanting.
Then that crooked smile comes out, and Willow finally feels a sense of power that even magic hasn't given her yet.
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