Authors note: As of this chapter this story has an M-rating, for depictions of sex between two women. This chapter is mostly love scene, the next will be far more tame. Also thanks for the interest and reviews- they are much appreciated.

Also disclaimer: I own nothing. Forgot about that, but that's what you get when your writer likely has ADHD.

Willow closed the curtains as she looked over at Tara, busying herself with preparing for the ritual. She saw fear on her face. She remembered the way Tara had hesitantly told her she would have to be her anchor. Keep her on this plane. The eyebrows had said it all. Her trust in Tara wasn't the issue, she knew that Tara wouldn't let her float away never to be seen again. But the nervousness was contagious. Tara wasn't holding eye contact with her, until she anointed her. There was something else to this ritual, she suspected, something intimate. As to what exactly she wasn't sure. But she had a pretty good idea it would end naked. Couldn't ask Tara outright though, it might make her way too nervous.

They chanted as one, minds and magic bent on a single purpose. Creating their circle of magic and seeking out the netherrealm.

And then it begun. The undeniable intimacy of it all. She felt it, then their breaths coming in collective shallow pants. She could feel Tara, more than she should have been able to sitting like this. She was touching her, all around her, inside her.

Then Tara's hand on hers, their eyes locked, and she finally understood. Even as sensation began to grip her hard, that Tara wouldn't just be anchoring her magically, but physically as well. In that one look was acceptance, love and desire of what was to come. Even as she fell back to the pillow and most of her mind found its way to Buffy, she held on to one tangible thing, Tara.

**

Willow had fallen back with a moan and Tara could scarcely believe any of this was happening. She has wanted her first time to be a little more romantic than as part of a spell. But she had wanted this, dreamt of this, ached for this. And she had wanted this to be with Willow. But she didn't have time to think, not now. This spell required her to anchor Willow. First solely by magic, then using her body as well. She concentrated her energies entirely on Willow, on maintaining their connection, and to pleasing Willow. She could feel Willow everywhere, like she was literally wrapped around her. As she kissed around the navel of the writhing Willow, her hands ridding Willow of her skirt and panties as quickly as possible. Magic was no longer enough. She needed to touch. Willow's eyes were shut; her heavy breathing became a metronome. She looks so beautiful, Tara thought. She discarded the clothing with one hand. She smiled at the sight of the damp red curls at the apex between her thighs. She began with her hands, watching Willow's face for reactions to her movements, amazed at the silky wet heat beneath her fingers. She felt a rush of heat towards her own centre, stunned briefly at her own reactions to touching, biting her lip to muffle a moan. Willow continued to moan, her head lulling back. Instinct rapidly taking over the influence of her movements. She kissed the sweet skin of her neck. And suddenly Willow's hands were on her, moving and gripping at her shoulders and her back as she moved over her, inside her. The spell had given her such an incredible need to touch Willow that her nervousness vanished. She could smell her, and the heady scent was intoxicating. It wasn't enough- she wanted to submerge herself in Willow; so she lowered her mouth to her lover's sex. Sucking and licking at hot swollen flesh. The shock of it made her moan deep into Willow. This is what she had been craving; Willow filling all her senses. Almost immediately one of Willow's hands swung around and gripped the back of her neck, tangling fingers in her hair, almost painfully. As she pleasured Willow in this intimate way, her own body burned and ached for attention and release, but she didn't stop. She couldn't stop; Willow's sweet cries brought Tara closer and closer to the edge. And the way she moved her hips, the way she tasted, everything about her was just so wonderful. Until finally she felt Willow tense, felt her body shift and clench and heard the long gasping cry that pushed her over the edge too. Her eyes shooting open in surprise, her own body clenching and releasing as she muffled her release on Willow's thigh.

**

As Willow finally came fully back to herself, still breathing hard and drenched in sweat, she gazed down at Tara. More specifically the top of Tara's head, resting on her bare thighs. She felt Tara's mouth resting on her inner thigh, and the way Tara was trying to muffle her own panting. She felt each exhale against the sensitive skin of her thigh. She had been so aware of everything, every inch of her skin touching Tara had literally sung. It was amazing, and it wasn't just the magic, it was Tara. Tara touching her. Willow took a deep breath when she soon realized she wanted Tara again, immediately. She needed to be connected with Tara again. She waited quietly for a few moments.

"Tara?" Willow asked softly.

Tara silently withdrew her head from between Willow's legs, resting on the redhead's tummy and wiping her mouth off on her own sleeve. She looked worried and a million other things. She wrapped her arms around Willow the best she could with Willow lying flat on the floor.

"Did you see it?" Willow decided to stick to magic as discussion, at least until Tara had calmed down.

"Bits and pieces, I was kind of busy...a-a-anchoring."

Willow smiled and stroked Tara's hair, "You did an amazing job, I'm still here in my body and I know what's wrong with Buffy; Faith switched their bodies somehow."

She was so soft, Willow though, so gentle, so sweet and so beautiful. She was just so perfect, and sexy. And she wanted to get closer, wanted to touch Tara to make her gasp and moan and sigh out her release. To feel her skin on skin. Even though she wasn't sure what came next, or how to begin.

"We can conjure something to reverse it." Tara mumbled into Willow's stomach. Her body tensing rapidly. Maybe talking about the spell wasn't the way to go after all. She was hurting her.

"In the morning," Willow paused, "Come here." She couldn't stand seeing Tara so upset.

Tara rose herself up from Willow's stomach only to crash suddenly into her lips when she was unceremoniously tugged forward. Willow's arms wrapped around her as her mouth devoured Tara's. This wasn't like any other kiss they'd ever shared. Not only could she taste her own sex on Tara's lips, but this kiss was more intense and full of need. Tara's reserve broke quickly, and she was kissing her back even as Willow reached down to rid her of her skirt.

They separated briefly, Willow climbing on to the bed and pulling off her red shirt and tank and tossing them to the floor. Tara simply shrugging her skirt off to the floor and moving back towards Willow. Tara followed Willow on to the bed, her breathing had evened out temporarily, and her blue eyes were dark with desire. But her nervousness was conveyed in her every motion. Even as she laid down on her side and reached out to bring Willow closer.

"Tara." Willow sighed as their bodies came back into contact, reaching out and pulling Tara closer, the exquisiteness that was their bare legs tangling together. Maybe this would all be okay, Willow thought. The wetness between her legs was insane. This desire was insane. She felt like she was literally drowning in Tara. She needed to give back to Tara. Even though she had no clue how.

Tara kissed her again, this time, slow soft kisses as she slipped her thigh between the younger wiccan's legs. Their sweaty bodies gliding together easily, hips rocking and mouths clinging. Her arousal leaving a trail on the older Wicca's thigh as they rocked. Each movement brushing the redhead witch against her now overly sensitive centre. Tara's tongue slipped into her mouth and she sucked it in to her mouth, craving as much contact as possible. She gasped at the sensation, grinding down into Tara's thigh. Her hands running up Tara's back, under the fabric of her shirt. Suddenly the dark green fabric became an impossible annoyance.

"Mmmph, shirt off." Willow tugged the hem of Tara's shirt until the blonde relented and discarded her shirt. Pulling it off her body as quickly as she could. It took her a minute to realize that Tara hadn't been wearing a bra. Willow stared for a few moments blinking at Tara, wearing nothing but panties. She could see everything, all curves, full breasts and hardened pink nipples, soft belly and pale skin. And she really had no idea what to do with anything, should she touch? Not touch? What the heck do you do with boobs? Tara gently stroked the skin on her back, sensing her nervousness.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm good." Willow answered back, trying desperately to keep the nervousness out of her voice.

Then Tara smiled and drew Willow back to her mouth. Willow tried to relax and concentrate on kissing, Tara was being gentle, but passionate, running her hands delicately over her back and down over her ass, fingers tracing patterns on her skin. The distraction soon proved enough and she kissed back with equal fervour.

The nervousness reappeared when Willow's hands tentatively reached down for Tara's underwear, "Y-you don't have to Willow." Tara stroked Willow's hair leaning in to kiss her neck. Until Willow began to try to ease the panties from her body. It was only fair Willow thought, she was naked and Tara should be too.

"I want to." She replied shakily, attempting once again to pull the panties from Tara's body. Her nerves making her hands shake slightly.

Tara shifted her hips away, silencing Willow's protests with a kiss.

Willow paused, and pulled back, "I know that I'm new at this, but I'm never going to learn unless you let me take them off and I really want to touch you." And it was true, Willow knew that, if only she could stop feeling so nervous. She felt like any second she would explode, either from anxiety or desire, she wasn't sure which yet.

Tara breathed, "I w-want you to, its just..." And with that she let the damp blue cotton fabric slide off her sweaty legs and off. She never really got to finish her sentence. So Willow decided it must not be important. Her nerves were getting the best of her. It took all her effort not to start blabbering. Who knew what she'd say? She didn't want to hurt Tara. She couldn't find out how freaked she was.

She looked at Tara, seeing creamy white thighs with damp honey coloured curls. Willow paused for a moment. She still had no clue what to do. So she panicked. She grabbed Tara, clutching her close, burying her face in her neck. "I want to, but there's...boobs and you're a girl and I don't know how! I can't! " Willow stammered.

Tara must have caught sight of the look on her face, "Oh... Willow." Tara's arms went around her instantly pulling her into a tight and very naked hug. "Shhh."

Willow didn't want to see the look on Tara's face; she knew it was probably hurt. She couldn't stand seeing that. She kept her face pressed against the skin of Tara's neck. What had she done? "I'm sorry."

"Its okay," Tara said soothingly, fingers brushing through her hair, "It doesn't matter."

But then just as she began to wonder if she should get dressed or if they could just lie like this, if that would be okay. Something changed about Tara's embrace. It was still warm and comforting but her hands began to wander up and down her back. Lips began to kiss softly down her neck and she was slowly rolled on to her back, Tara half on top of her. Still kissing and caressing, one hand slipping down to her thigh, then rubbing at the skin on her hip. Willow began to realize what was going to happen.

"Tara?"

"It's okay." She repeated leaning down to kiss her, lips devouring and then her tongue slipping in to her mouth, another perfect kiss from sweet full lips. Willow shivered slightly, arms still around Tara. Tara's lips finally left hers and kissed down her neck, taking her time down to her collar bone. Was it really going to happen? It didn't seem fair that Tara going to make love to her again anyways. But she wanted it.

"But I-" Willow was cut off by the sensation of Tara's fingers reaching her sex. Probing gently, and then inside. And she thought no more.

Everything that followed was sensation, Tara's lips barely leaving hers, her hand working her body into a passionate frenzy. She cried out, not even sure what she was saying. Tara moaned into her mouth, she seemed to be loving this, maybe as much as she was. This was incredible. Her hands on Tara's body, moving without thought; gripping here, brushing there, cupping a full breast in her hand bringing a louder moan muffled into her lips. And then she was tensing and so close, and coming. And Tara was smiling looking down at her, fingers slipping out and lips meeting again.

And it was then, coming down from another climax that Willow noticed that Tara was shaking.

"You're shaking." It was a statement, not a question.

"It's a good kind of shaking."

Willow shifted so that Tara moved and she slid her sweat drenched body on top of hers. She knew somehow that it was time to give back. So she topped her, kissing allowing her hand to trace its own path down Tara's body.

And Willow's hand went lower, touching at the slick wet heat between Tara's thighs, surprised by her own reaction to it. She felt an extra rush of fluid between her own thighs, more turned on than ever. She started slow, running her fingers through silken flesh, pleasuring gently almost hesitantly. Tara's hips instinctually followed her movements. Then she wanted inside, wanted to feel as much of Tara as possible. And so she brought a finger to Tara's entrance, and pressed. Almost immediately the flesh gave way and she slipped inside, she moved gently, slowly. The softness surprised her, and she wanted more. She rubbed again more firmly, leaning down to kiss Tara. She imitated what she'd do to herself, what Tara had done to her, hoping that she was doing it right. She didn't want to disappoint Tara.

Tara gasped, panting, her back arching slightly, "More." She managed to get out. Her eyes looked through her and she made a mewling sound when Willow added a second finger. Then groaned, rolling her hips experimentally. And pulling Willow down to kiss again, the kiss deepened and Tara clung at her shoulders holding her close. She moaned again as soon as Willow moved her hand.

Willow broke the kiss, "Am I doing something wrong? I mean I can change it? Or should I be-"

"Its good," Tara rolled her hips again, "Just..." Tara cut herself off. Whatever it was she didn't seem to want to say it.

She wished she could get inside Tara's head. Know exactly what was bugging her, if she was too hard or too gentle.

"Just what? What do I do? Did I do something wrong?" Willow slowed her movements.

"I w-want..."

"What do you want?"

"You. Just keep touching me." Tara closed her eyes, hands caressing Willow's back. Willow smiled at the tenderness.

Willow paused for a moment, "Teach me?" Tara had taught her magic, now maybe she could teach her how to do this. How to love her.

Tara moved one of her own hands from Willow's shoulder, slipping it down sweaty bare skin, stopping to rub at a nipple and caress down Willow's side to her hip. Then slipping down, mirroring Willow's actions, slipping two fingers up inside her easily. She didn't think she'd ever been this wet, ever. It was so erotic, so beautiful.

They mimicked each other's movements, thrusting, rubbing, hips rocking in unison. Awkwardly at first; then finding a rhythm. Willow knew she was too close to last very long like this. Tara's eyes stayed open, as if she just couldn't stop looking at her, even as Willow climaxed again, her hand stopping its movements, rocking above Tara who was looking at her so intensely, even as her hand slipped out of Willow and trailed up to her back. Willow was momentarily slowed, tired and then it was Tara who moved against her hand.

"I'm close."
The two words were breathless panting, but they were all the encouragement that Willow needed, she resumed her movements. Within moments, she felt Tara tense and clench and cry out. A long low moan, as her arms grabbed at Willow, clutching her closer, arms tensing with the rest of her as she rode out her orgasm.

"I did it." Willow breathed, with something akin to both pride and relief. She was also really tired. Three. Willow mused, three times. She hadn't even known she could climax three times like that.

Tara smiled, "You did." She disengaged her body from Willow's hand but cuddled in close. Savouring the new feeling of the afterglow. Arms wrapped firmly around Willow, pulling her close for a very sated kiss.

Willow frowned slightly, "I'm sorry."

"Why?" Tara answered, confusion seeping in to her voice.

"I'm probably not as good as she was."

"Who?" Tara answered, seemingly even more confused.

"The girl you told me about."

"W-we never did anything l-like this."

"But she was the first-"

"No," Tara paused, "You're the first."

"Oh. Okay. Really?" Willow looked at Tara in disbelief.

"Yeah."

This new information made Willow's head spin. She was the first, ever, with Tara. Tara had been a virgin. Still was? Willow wasn't sure. How did a lesbian lose their virginity? And she had been good; Willow had assumed she had known what she was doing. She then hoped she'd been gentle enough, she thought she was but now she was uncertain. The questions playing on her mind were ones she never thought she'd have to ask.

Tara was playing absently with her hair, seemingly content. She couldn't bring herself to break the silence, so she let them fall asleep curled up together in the dark.