Start of Magic

A/N Ok I'm upping the rating on this one too. I happen to be doing that lately, anyway. The scar is for my girlfriend because even though she won't read this I want to represent diversity of stomachs people, so and can be easily explained by Tara's upbringing anyway. I just want my gf to feel beautiful, because she absolutely is. Love you baby. Xx

Magnolia st. Boston, Massachusetts 1999

Once more upon a time... there was a woman named Joyce, who fell head over heels in love with her Homecoming date Hank. And they got married and had two beautiful daughters, one blonde to fit the family genes and the other a brunette, almost raven in darkness, two opposites. But they were close as anything only thirteen months apart as most Summers girls are. For the family stretches back generations, years and years of grimoires and magical knowledge passed from mother to daughter. But there was also the curse...

For Joyce heard the deathwatch beetle making its cries, she knew it was coming for her, the wretched beast. It wasn't time yet, it couldn't be. She had a family to raise and she just couldn't lose him. For he was surely to die. Once a Summers woman has fallen for a man, it is only on borrowed time that they live in solace. If their love is pure of heart and felt by both parties he is sure to die. Young Joyce searched the house for days for the source of the beetle's clicks but sure enough it was nowhere to be found. It happened together. To spare Joyce on her search for the devil, and after the news of her mother's death, Hank took her on a boat trip for the weekend, leaving the girls with a neighbour. But the beetle followed them aboard the boat and they drowned as the boat sank into the abyss of the ocean.

And the girls had been orphaned and left to the care of the mother's aunt and her respective wife. Who welcomed them with open arms, settling the two of them up in the house on Magnolia st. It'd been the Summers' family home for centuries, since their ancestor Maria was left to die on the island and built the house for her daughter to grow up in. She'd also begun the curse on Summers' witches. That they would fall in love, and that love would surely die if they loved hard enough. For she was spited and abandoned by a local witchfinder with a wife in tow. Then she had a child and all her love fell to her daughter.

"Tara?" Willow said quietly into the night, that night they first had the girls in their care. It was hazy summer and the attic draught wasn't as bad as it had been. The pair of them were tucked up in their own bed failing to sleep because of their worry about whether Dawn and Buffy would be able to cope with so much loss. After all they weren't even five yet, and this would stay with them forever. They had to match up to that. They weren't prepared to be parents, but know here it was unplanned parenthood thrust upon them.

"Yeah? Are you thinking what I am?" They were often telepathic, but tonight Tara really wasn't sure. Her voice was still soft though, it's usual high-quality questioning tone was what kept Willow sane at this moment. They often connected like this, in the dark of the witching hour when the world was still and the cats crawled over the floorboards.

"Can we do this?" Willow said suddenly turning over and sitting up onto her forearm. Glancing over Tara she started to run her fingers over the other woman's body, just gentle trepidation as they tried to mentalise the idea of parenthood. They always slept naked, or up until this point, it would have to change, they supposed. Maybe they'd keep it to sometimes. But then again, if they went to any moon rituals naked, it would be fine if they slept naked. Wouldn't it?

"We just have to do it Wil. Maybe tonight we can stop thinking and do something else instead?" Tara suggested, it would be easier just to take their minds off the stresses of tomorrow and enjoy the night they had to themselves. Tara gave a quirk of her eyebrows as she felt Willow's fingers dropping below her neckline. The sleek tips stroking over soft expanses as she dipped between Tara's bare breasts. Leaning down to kiss her lips delicately as red hair draped around their smoldering features.

Willow's spare hand came to wrap around Tara's cheek as she connected their lips in searing deep kiss as she slid her tongue towards it's mate and they danced inside the witches' mouths. Fingers inched towards Tara's centre as she moaned deeply into her lover's throat. Willow's lips dipped, dropping onto her neck, down her jawline leaving pink rosebud kisses in her wake as her lips came to hover over the blonde's chest. Waiting for a split second before letting her tongue flick over one of the pert nipples she found there. Tara gave a small cry, a sound Willow was more than used to her making when attacking her sensitive spots. She was slowly enjoying the ride Willow was giving her, the high of love too much to refuse. But as their lips met once again and fingertips were flicking over her chest, she flipped them.

Now on top she let Willow settle into the pillow as she brought their tongues together again. She crawled like a sassy cat, sensual and slow, raking her fingers over the freckly body beneath her. Admiring each peak of skin and the sounds Willow made when they made love in this way. Tara's lips pecked onto the flesh of Willow's thighs, tasting the smooth skin as she slowed her path to the aching core in front of her. Waiting for just a moment for Willow to beg for the hot breath to stop, she moved inwards. Her tongue passing through folds as Tara tasted her for the first time that night, Willow was always good, sweet tasting and flinched when her clit was flicked over.

Willow moaned as a tongue came over her, their hands connected then, the magic and energy passing between them as years of practice came into play and Tara slipped two of her fingers inside her. Willow groaned, her clit gathering momentum as her hips began to buck and move. As Tara pushed further and further into her, fingers curling as Willow came. It was loud, too loud for the rickety old house one might say. Tara kept up her ministrations for a few minutes whilst Willow came down from her high. Still clutching hands as she rode out the wave. Tara ran her tongue over the redhead's leaking juices for just a second taking a final taste before crawling up to Willow lips. Their mouths parted tongues swapping saliva as Willow tasted herself and Tara all at once.

Tara was on edge, to say she wasn't worked up would be a lie, having Willow here at her leisure was all she needed. As Willow's hands began to wander and she stroked the surface of Tara's scarred stomach, it was a thin line over her skin that was delicate and she had reservations about it, but as Willow touched her, the nervousness melted into aching pleasure. Fingertips hovered at her entrance before slipping through wet folds and stroking at the nerve endings. Electric energy cascading downwards as she was touched. Tara moaned into Willow's tongue as she broke their kiss, coming loudly too, bursting through the noises of the night. The last few moans burst through lips as they smooshed.

They would worry about parenthood tomorrow, for now the night was theirs. Buffy and Dawn were safely tucked in their bed in the attic. Willow and Tara were cuddled together, entangled legs and arms in the awkward position they called a good night's sleep. It truly was an unusual sight to see them together, they defied all anomalies. They would start on life in the morning when the sun rose and the endless evil of night was over. Things lurked in the night, deathwatch beetles and demons. Possessing ghosts.