DISCLAIMER: No infringement of copyright is intended. You know the drill, anyone appearing on or mentioned on BtVS are ME's.
RATING: M
PAIRING: Tara/Larry
SUMMARY: It's not for Larry and Tara (They're just not into one another.)
WARNINGS and or SPOILERS: None
It's Like For Sure
by Eris © 2005 — All rights reserved.
Coital cries filled the air as the couple moved in synch. Spines arched, legs flexed strong, fingers clenched tight, digging into soft flesh as they shared the apex moment riding the climax down to its inevitable end.
Breathing heavily, muscles quivering from exertion, Larry rolled onto his back to lie next to Tara, thoroughly exhausted. Obligingly, he helped pull the sheets up, wrapping them around her to stave off the oncoming chill of the cool down. As they lay recuperating, an awkward silence played about the room. Larry placed a forearm behind his head to prop it up slightly and rubbed his chin apprehensively.
Staring at the ceiling, Tara moved restlessly beneath the sheet, tugging it tighter around her.
"So, ahhh... how was it for you?" Larry finally mustered the courage to ask.
She looked to him, blue eyes wide and glistening, smiling crookedly as she replied, "I-It was nice." She then raised her brow at him questioningly, and waited.
"Oh...yeah, it was good. You were good," he assured but his tone was less than reassuring.
They lay there in the uncomfortable stillness again until Larry let out a frustrated groan, pulling a hand down his face. "Who are we trying to kid?" he asked, throwing his hands into the air.
"W-well, at least now we know... I-I mean, for sure," she tried to help. "Right?"
"Yes," he affirmed, "An extraordinarily big yes," he continued, then changed direction, thinking better of his comment. "I-I um, um, mean, you were really great and I well, obviously enjoyed myself, but--"
"Larry," Tara interrupted. "It's okay. I get it. I'm right there with you. We got there but we simply just don't do it for one another."
He nodded, "You said that well. Better than I ever could have."
"Thanks." They grew quiet yet again, then after a bit, Tara offered, "We should probably get back--"
"Yes, back," he echoed. "You probably have a million and one things to do." He sat up and moved to get their clothes from where they had left them - neatly stacked and folded.
As they dressed, Tara straightened her skirt and asked, "So, um, who were you thinking about... you know, when we...?"
Larry screwed up his face thinking as he buttoned his shirt, "Uh, Ryan Phillippe."
"Oh, he's a fine choice," she offered up, combing her fingers through her hair. "Very handsome."
Larry nodded slightly more at ease, "So, uh, who were you thinking about?"
Tara stopped midstream as she attended to her hair, tucking a portion of her bangs behind an ear. Fidgeting with her bracelets momentarily, she lowered her head to look at him, a shy smile curling her lips as she replied...