TITLE: F*Series: Too Fucking Hot
AUTHOR: Delayne T. Buranek
RATING: MA/ NC-17 (Seriously: bad language, sex, etc…)
DISCLAIMER: Enter standard Disclaimer here. In Other Words, I own none of it, I use it not for profit anyway. I used to do this in hopes it would impress girls but I'm committed now so that is out of the question. But we have nothing to our name except our two dogs and you'll have to kill me before taking them.
SUMMARY: One-Off Fics. Always "complete" but never done. It is under the M category and entitled F*Series with Willow and Tara as the main characters, I will let you figure out what connects them.
SPOILERS: None really, Not enough plot to place it AU or otherwise but enough to set up the scenario
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. I will beg if I have to. I will even accept flames (but will only take them seriously if they are well worded with a decent argument as to why my story sucked).
NOTE: Also I don't have a beta, never have, all my mistakes are my own.
It was hot. Fucking hot. Tara preferred not to use that word but it seemed most appropriate. All she wanted to do is continue to lie on the cold cement floor of the basement.
She had gone down there to switch over the laundry. It was a small stain from breakfast that caused her to pull her tank-top over her head and throw it into the pile. Once the slightly cooler air hit her skin she quickly discarded most of the rest of her clothing, threw it in the laundry pile and just lay down.
Sure it was a typical sunny California summer day, only just more… hot. It wasn't even noon yet and it was blazing. The AC broke down yesterday and her darling, she was beginning to suspect, had forgot to call it in. But the basement was nice, and everyone else was at work or school.
She contemplated her situation. She had what she referred to as her 'Mom' duties, although she wasn't any-one's mother. In other words she was a house wife. But she and Willow weren't married (they had decided to wait and missed the boat on that one, Fucking Prop 8), and the wholeness of the family itself was as far from traditional as one could get. Other than those very essential facts her role was traditional indeed. One she relished with great pride, because it was a decision she made and not one forced upon her. Which she realized if she hadn't escaped from 'home', very well could have been her lot in life. The idea which she abhorred causing her to run away to California in the first place.
But Willow made plenty of money and Tara had plenty of hobbies and charity work she was glad to have the time for. Besides she knew that soon they would be having the 'extending our family discussion' by the way Willow got a wee bit emotional when they saw the baby at the store the other day. Which Tara had to admit, she's been kinda ready for that for a while.
In basic summary, she mused to herself on the cool cement floor, that her life was perfect and she wouldn't change a thing. Except for the fucking heat.
^v^v^
Willow twisted the knob. Finding it unforgiving she fumbled for her keys. Her fancy touchscreen Blackberry was calling Tara, listed as *My Everything in the contacts, the asterisk ensuring it at the top of the list every time (although it was listed in the ICE group, Family group, and her Favorites). She could hear her special ringtone, the one Tara picked to represent her, coming from the small flip phone behind the door, which had to be located on the coffee table in the living room.
But it remained unanswered which was why Willow was there now unlocking the door.
"Tara?" She paused before closing the door. She didn't want to cover any response with the squeaky door.
No response. She dropped her stuff on the coffee table and wasted no time bounding up the stairs. Maybe she was taking a nap. But the heat when she glided over the last two steps hit her almost knocking her back down them.
It was unbearable. There would be no way any normal person would be able to sleep up here. In fact it was a little difficult last night, one of the few mornings Willow wasn't running late. The call of her air conditioned office space easily beat out the heat where a normal day had to compete with Tara snuggles. Besides it had been way too hot for snuggles in the first place.
There was no Tara in the bed. Which Willow was partly grateful, but still worried she hadn't found her Love in the most obvious choice. On the bed, however, was a small pile of clothes. The laundry basket, which usually resided in the corner, was as absent as Tara in this room. Willow did an about-face and flew down the stairs.
Willow flew down the basement stairs as well and panicked when she saw an unconscious Tara, half naked and face down on the cement floor. Did she have an aneurysm, like Joyce? But why the mostly nakedness? Did the repairman arrive early and do ... No she couldn't even think that. A million scenarios went through her mind until they got bizarre and absurd, but then again this was Sunnydale.
But she looked so peaceful.
Tara didn't even realize she had been asleep since she slept so soundly and without dreams. That was until a frantic redhead kept calling her name.
"Tara. Tara. Wake up, Tara."
The blond roused and rolled to her side, looked up at Willow and gave her that sleepy smile. But it quickly turned upside down once she noticed the concerned look on Willows face.
"Are you okay? You didn't have any major organ explode, or someone hurt you, or aliens? Were there aliens?"
"I am fine. I was just in need of a nap I guess."
"But naked? With the nakedness."
"It was fucking hot." Tara said in a still sleepy voice.
The use of the word was not lost on Willow. But the phrase reminded her of why she was home in the first place so she decided to just skip it.
"I called at 12:30 to let you know the repair man was coming by. But you didn't answer your phone."
Tara glanced up to the small clock CD player over Willow's shoulder who was now crouched down. It was something brought with her from her dorm room. She used the CD player often while doing laundry. Her Natalie Merchant CD was no longer spinning and the time read 1:36. That would mean she would have approximately 7 missed calls and as many voice mails. This estimate was based on Willow's pattern of reducing time in increments when Tara wasn't able to get to her phone.
"It must be upstairs."
"Yes it is." A short and to the point Willow often indicated mild annoyance. But she got over it.
She plopped down fully, tired of crouching. "I mean when I saw you here on the floor I thought of all of these horrible things that could have happened to you."
"Like aliens?" Tara interrupted before her babble got going too fast.
"Yes like aliens, or if someone came in, like the repair guy, or just anybody really."
Tara just gave her a look which was easy to read for Willow as she got it more often than she would like to admit. It implied 'I appreciate your concern my love, but you might be overreacting.'
"You didn't answer your phone." Willow said in her defense to the wordless statement.
"We did recently get the new door locks remember?"
Tara installed new "always locked" doors. It was at least a month before everyone remembered to bring their keys with them always. Even Tara locked herself out once while taking out the trash.
Willow remembered fumbling with her keys earlier in her panic. "That does not mean I am exempt from worrying about you."
"I know sweetie."
"Maybe we shouldn't have gotten rid of the house phone."
Tara remembered how excited Dawn was to get her own phone on the family plan. And how quickly the house phone became an annoyance as the only people who called it were telemarketers, or had the wrong phone number. It was a waste of money.
"We don't need a house phone."
Tara pulled herself up to sitting position. Now that Willow knew everything was alright, her attention automatically focused to half naked Tara.
Willow's brain very quickly switched gears. She decided it would be better to have fully naked Tara.
"Too fucking hot, huh?" Willow said with a grin that only meant one thing. She leaned forward and gave her lover a slow and teasing kiss.
"Indeed. Too FUCKing hot." It was like the magical mystery word was just spoken. They smashed together in a fiery kiss. Their sporadic busy schedule occasionally resulted in a span of a week or so where they just didn't get together. It usually culminated very much in a manner such as this. It was exacerbated by the heat.
Willow pushed Tara to lie back down gently yet forcefully, quickly lifted up her light loose summer skirt and straddled Tara's midsection. She wanted immediate contact with Tara so the skirt went up over her head and off instead of attempting to stand and step out of them. Tara sat up more again as they smashed together in another kiss, Willow using the opportunity to remove Tara's bra.
Willow led Tara back down to the floor once more, lips locked on the way down, then breaking and kissing her way down Tara's body. Tara enjoyed the cool cement on her back and the fiery hot kisses of Willow's lips down her body.
This was not the time for teasing. Willow wasted no time in stripping the prone Tara of her panties. She only took a moment to gently kiss the inside of Tara's thighs as she spread apart the woman's legs and nestled between them. The salty sweat from Tara's thigh made her nectar even sweeter as Willow slowly licked and rolled the flavor on her tongue and quietly moaned "Hmmm", before latching her lips on Tara's clit and sucking, hard. Tara let out a low guttural moan that merged into a whimper.
Tara needed a quick release and brought her hands down. One grabbed onto red hair to encourage as much pressure on her clit as possible. The other palmed her breast and pinched her nipple. She enjoyed it when Willow did the honor of simultaneously giving attention to her breasts and clit but the awkwardness of being flat on the cool cement floor really didn't allow for that. Besides it was the triple stimulation that worked quickest. Another grunt/moan/whimper noise from Tara was easily translated by Willow into "I need you inside me now." Willow brought her thumb to tease Tara's entrance and let it gather juices. Another grunt from Tara emphasized the "Now" part of her previous unspoken command.
Willow then took a deep breath like she was about to dive into the ocean. Her thumb replaced her tongue circling and pressing on Tara clit while her tongue dove deep into Tara. What small part of Tara's mind that still had blood flow, she realized it was not what she expected, but was none-the-less pleasantly surprised. She did not need to be penetrated deeply and Willow's tongue was plenty adequate.
Tara could feel that the fireworks that were about to go off behind her eyelids had just been lit. The fuses were not long and the fire was burning fast. Willow kept her pace knowing Tara was already on the edge. Willow took another deep breath and dove in as deep as she could. Tara hit her climax and rode the waves out on Willow's expert tongue.
They both lay, panting in the heat, on the cool cement floor. Willow normally would crawl back up Tara, kissing her way to snuggle in her arms. But in the heat of the day and certainly the heat of the moment she rolled over Tara's legs and flattened herself against the coolness of the floor.
They were both fast asleep and never heard the knocking on the front door. The woman in the white shirt and visor both imprinted with SDAC (Sunnydale Air Conditioning) scribbled a note and checked marked the box "Call to Reschedule" and hung the paper on the door knob.
The End