A/N: Wow, a new chapter already? I'm being generous!
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Willow felt her heart pounding as she descended into the lower abysses of Hell. She had just approached the temptress devil in her throne room, offering the virgin's heart in return for her benevolence and beauty.
Suddenly, she was falling. Head first, she tumbled to the unforgiving cold floor. She swore she heard the dangerous succubus laugh above her.
Hell had metal stairs that snagged on jeans, apparently.
Mission accomplished, Willow brushed herself off and ran toward the clean(er) side of Sunnydale and pretended she was still allowed some pride.
Tara had drained that blood in a blink. Willow felt she had closed her eyes and some magical force had made it disappear, like a twisted magic trick. She had to be so hungry, and so alone. She had done something good, stealing that blood for her. And if she hadn't, the vampire would have just as easily slipped out and stolen it herself, or taken it from a living body. Besides, who would want syphilis and AIDS and all that nasty crud the Cordette would have been carrying?
Well, they all test the blood before it gets put into the bank, and if they know that she knew of the things that she's got she could've gotten into some major trouble but I'm clearly thinking too much about this already. Willow shook herself clean of her thoughts and continued to plunge into Sunnydale's roughest area in deepening twilight.
Buffy had been wrong about her intuition. It was almost fully dark by the time Willow reached her suburban home, and she still had her neck intact. She confidently strode through her door, feeling a bubbling explosion build in her stomach. She had made it home, completely safe.
"Oh my god, Tara!" Willow screamed, throwing the armful of pajamas she had taken from her drawer at the sneaky creature.
Just like that, her dignity had dissipated and floated away into space. Willow's face went crimson upon seeing a pair of stray panties dangle from a set of extremely slender fingers. All lacy, with a little pink bow along the cream center. "I think these… are really nice…" Tara quirked an alluring smile. Her eyes flashed with a dangerous shine. Tara threaded her fingers into the waistband, tantalizingly exploring the fabric as she held them out for a dumbfounded Willow. Her voice had dropped to a purr as she advanced. "I wonder how nice these look on you. Looks like you'd need a very nice ass to fit into this. I bet you do, you know…" Tara winked as Willow snatched them away, going to burrow her face into her pillow.
The redhead kept herself face down in the pillow, hoping she could drown in the cotton. Goosebumps erupted on her back as Tara trailed a finger up her spine, pushing through the thin fabric. A pressuring force hovered over her before lightly coming to a rest on the small of her back. Tara was straddling her, arching flexibly over the paralyzed human.
She frantically flopped herself on to her back, staring up at the blonde. "Goddess," Willow whimpered.
Downstairs, something popped. It popped again. It began to screech and whine, yet the vampire held her fast against the bed.
Willow woke up just as a familiar ache began to turn her stomach acids to soup. She sighed, slapping at the blaring alarm clock that had fallen to the floor, losing its plastic shell in the process.
Upon sitting up, she felt the puddling lake between her thighs squelsh and bit at her lip. She kicked off the bed, moving for the bathroom and a cold shower. Willow went to throw her bloodied panties into the washing machine, yet paused upon seeing them mostly dry. Ohmygod. Was I really that…?
She slammed the washing machine door with a bang. The shower couldn't have been more merciful in its destructive cold. Willow moved to grope for the shampoo, casually glancing outside through the window. The sun was barely dawning. She felt so insignificant, just a small dot on a small planet hurtling through space, propelled by gravity and the forces of life. And yet she was concerned with the vampiric presence that clouded her judgment, like it was the sun and stars and any other astral body.
The soap, normally sitting beside the shampoo, was also absent. She sighed in annoyance, moving for the curtain. She reached for the counter, irritated with whoever had moved the damn toiletries to so far away from the warmth. She reached across the tile, dripping water onto the floor.
A set of eyes caught hers. She fell unceremoniously onto the cold tile, taking the shower rod with her. "Get out!"
"It's not like I haven't seen a naked chick before."
"Tara, I swear!"
The vampire gracefully removed the rod, wedging it back into place and quickly resetting the shower curtain. The water was shut off and a towel was dropped onto her face. When Willow moved the towel, she found Tara casually setting on the counter, filing at her nails. The sun roof had been knocked in.
"Are you ever giving that back?" Willow asked, moving to shut the window. "And why aren't you in your home?"
"Because the sun was coming up too fast and I was way too far to make it."
"Fair enough," Willow piped cheerfully, maneuvering herself to the bedroom while trying to maintain decency. "Once that sun is down, missy, you're fixing that damned window."
Tara blinked in response, picking at a loose bit of skin. "Do you have any lotion?"
"My parents. Downstairs, first door on the right. My mom has four entire bottles of stuff she's never using. Keep as much as you want, it's not like I spent fifty bucks on it. For Christmas. Three years ago."
Air itself wasn't disturbed as Tara slunk out of the room. There was a slight commotion downstairs. Willow cringed inwardly, running for the sound of muffled swearing. Her parents shouldn't even be in the bathroom at home, they should be screaming into the phone from business they just couldn't separate from…
Nope, still in Washington. Willow sighed, pulling the blinds over the stray beam of sunlight. "Sorry about that, Tara."
Silence staticed in the room. Willow paused, alarmed. She turned around, ready to cry at the sight of Tara, clutching at a hideous red streak on her face. "Sunlight really gets you bad, huh?"
Tara nodded, taking in a pained gasp. "Oh, my god," she whimpered, trying to open her eye, melted shut in a bubble of red and pink skin, leaking with pus.
"Oh, you poor baby." Willow reached for the rag dangling off the marble counter. She quickly ran the freezing tap, rushing to sit Tara's head on her lap and hold the compress on it. "Alright, you can't move, alright? I want you to hold nice and still for about seven or eight minutes."
"Fucking window," Tara spat. "It hurts."
"I know. Why don't we talk to pass the time," she suggested lightly.
"Your boyfriend. What about him. Besides being a werewolf and all that." Tara shifted, her bony shoulders stabbing into Willow's thighs. A minute of awkward shuffling later, her head was pillowed lightly on Willow's right leg, her good eye staring up at Willow.
"Um. Right. His name is Oz. He's really quiet. We haven't really been talking much lately. I don't know. He seemed so cool when we first started talking, but that was just because someone was… actually talking to me." Willow shrugged. "And I think I should talk to him about it. Sometime soon. I wonder, if you know, there's some sort of explanation to it. Like maybe a change of heart." Or sexuality.
Tara shuffled around again, resting her cheek against Willow's inner thigh. Willow gasped, keeping the rag in place as best as her shaking hands would allow. "Why… don't you take a look at my face? Does it look any better?" she asked.
Willow moved the damp rag, blinking in confusion. "Ha. It's almost gone. How about that… Those vampiric powers. Healing from sunburn almost instantly. Guess I freaked out about nothing."
The girl's heavy head remained in place, taking on weight. That weight probably materialized in her eyes, going beautifully dark, five pounds of liquid lead flowing in her irises. Tara placed a splayed hand on Willow's leg, pushing it against the floor. "When was the last time he gave you any attention?" Tara asked, hovering over her jeans.
Four weeks. "Maybe a day or two…"
"Has he given you any inspiration?"
"For what?" Willow asked. Tara's hands explored her calves through her jeans, working her digits through the denim.
Her eyes went wicked. "I can help you find out. He doesn't have to know… and you're practically broken up anyway…"
Willow squirmed. "I-I don't know. I mean, I kinda sorta cheated on him already since I was really super confused and–"
"Go up there. Call him. Dump him." Tara sat back, the red puffiness the only sign of her sun allergy.
Willow scrambled to her feet and rushed for the phone, stammering out a message. When she turned around, Tara was rapidly approaching her, slamming the door and curtaining the windows.
Tara smirked, taking Willow's shoulders and pulling her into bed. "Now that we're done with that…"
A pulse resounded deep within the redhead's stomach, echoing through her ribcage. "Yeah, yeah. What?"
Tara blinked, smiling, and pulled away, stopping any contact. "You're gay, Ms. Rosenberg."
"I think I got that." She reclined against the pillows, licking her lips, staring at the vampire. "Think you could've done anything else for me?" she breathed. "Well not for me, but, kinda help me out or something? I dunno, you're supposed to like doing things with girls and I'm thinking maybe you liked me so maybe this, um feeling can go away. I mean, it's so intense…" Willow, strangely, trailed off mid-babble.
Tara sat back on her heels, staring at the small creature before her. "I don't know," she stated. "I mean, you just found out you're gay." There wasn't a tone of humor in her voice, yet Willow swore she saw a faint flicker behind her eyes.
"I've known since I met you. I just haven't admitted it," she replied weakly. Gods, I sound like I'm some carnal freak. "Please, my god I need it."
"You're begging," Tara noted, trailing her hand inward. "Is it really that bad?" she asked, already knowing the answer as she tickled at the denim.
Willow managed a nod as she knotted her fists into the bedding, gasping as a strong hand worked her. She stayed as quiet as possible, yet whined when Tara's hands inched their way into Willow's panties. "Did you like that?" Tara asked.
Far too blissful to be confused, Willow just nodded again.
A/N: Ha. Sex chapter. Happy?