Title: Half of my soul and all of my heart
Author: ladydewinter
Email: ladydewinter@gmx.net
Rating: R for this part at least, I guess...
Pairing: W/K first, but I don't really like them...so W/T eventually :-) And this is becoming B/S as well, it seems.
Setting: The story takes place roughly after The Killer in Me, so spoilers up to then. And if you have no idea about Season Three of Angel you'll be spoilt as well...so don't come running to me *lol*
Disclaimer: Willow, Tara, Kennedy, Anya et. al belong to Joss Whedon and ME and - hey you know whom they belong to. The story however is mine. Oh, the title is taken from a book called "Magic's Promise" by Mercedes Lackey. And there may be quotes from the show included in this story - I haven't really marked them, but if it sounds familiar - I mean it as an homage, I don't wanna violate any copyright, really. Please don't sue me!
Feedback: Yes please!!! I really appreciate it.
Distribution: If you want it, you can have it, just let me know where it ends up.
Summary: Some more W/T goodness :-)
***
The next morning, Willow was the first to wake up. It took her some time to process that this was really Tara who was holding her...there was no way she could mistke her scent, her touch... so it hadn't just been a dream. "Mmmh," she murmured, still sleepy. She turned to face her lover and just looked at her for some time. There was nothing as soothing as watching her sleep - she looked so much at ease, so peaceful. Willow reached for Tara's hair, gently running her fingers through it. She had missed it so much - all of this. She caressed Tara's cheek, then ran her thumb softly over her lover's lips. Unwittingly, Tara pressed her lips against it. Willow shivered at the sensation.
She carefully leaned over to kiss her lover's brow, her temples... leaving a trail of butterfly kisses on Tara's skin. Willow kissed her cheek...then paused, unsure whether to wake her lover with a kiss. But Tara made the decision for her. She stirred and then smiled. "Willow." She opened her eyes and smiled even more when she found her lover hovering above her, not sure what to do. "Do I get a good morning kiss?" she asked flirtatously.
"Want one?" Willow teased her, relieved she hadn't crossed any - boundaries. The last evening had already put her much more at ease, but she couldn't help fearing she would do something wrong. She wanted everything to be perfect. Now she also worried about worrying too much...she really was being stupid.
As if she had read her thought, Tara grinned at her. Then she told her, "I want more than one. But it seems I already have to beg a lot for just one, so... I don't know if I'm up to more. Begging, I mean," she quickly added, seeing the look in Willow's eyes. Then she raised her head, bridging the remaining gap between her and her lover's lips.
She simply let her lips linger on Willow's for a moment, savouring the sensation. Then she pulled back again with a smile on her face. "That was nice," she said.
"Nice?" Willow wasn't in the mood for being teased. So she dismissed all troublesome thoughts and leaned over to kiss Tara. This time, she soon captured Tara's bottom lip with her own, gently sucking on it. If at all, she was going to be the one to tease... she ran her tongue over her lover's lip, smiling when that caused Tara to let a small moan escape. She felt Tara's own tongue begging for entrance at her lips and smiled. Instead of letting her enter, though, she let go of Tara's lip and placed a quick and firm kiss on her lips.
"Hey," Tara protested.
Willow grinned. "That one was nice as well." With that she freed her herself from her lover's arms, pretending to get up. Tara stopped her, however, by wrapping her arms firmly around her waist. At the feel of Tara's body pressed against her back, Willow gasped. Tara then buried her face in Willow's neck. Willow was sitting on the bed now, with Tara kneeling behind her. She took her lover's hands and locked them with her own, thus pulling her even closer to her. Tara started to kiss Willow's neck, occasionally running her tongue up and down on her lover's skin. Willow sighed, feeling the heat build inside her, the wetness between her legs increase. She felt Tara's nipples harden against her, felt her hands free themselves from her own...
Tara slowly caressed Willow's tummy, enjoying both the sensation of it and the reaction she got from Willow. She lifted her head and whispered into her lover's ear, "'s that nice, too?" She kissed Willow's ear, running her tongue along it. Willow couldn't answer. All she could think about was how much she needed Tara to touch her. She put her arms up and behind her, trying to reach Tara, trying to put her arms around her neck. Thus the top of her pajamas slipped higher, and almost unwittingly Tara slipped her hands beneath it, touching Willow's skin.
They both moaned at feeling that. Slowly, Tara let her hands wander, rediscovering her lover. She shivered at the feel of Willow's soft skin. She buried her face in Willow's hair, savouring her scent. She then leaned forward to kiss her once more, her neck, her cheek...
Willow once again freed herself from her lover's embrace, but this time to turn around. Like the night before, she slipped onto Tara's lap, then taking her hands and guiding them back under her shirt, onto her skin. She was amazed at Tara's expression - it was an expression she knew so well, a mixture of love, devotion and desire. It had always almost shocked her to see that - she never was as beautiful as then. Tara looked at her, looked deeply into her eyes and then kissed her.
This time, Willow didn't resist as Tara's tongue entered her mouth... she accepted glady, almost greedily. They breathlessly kissed each other while Tara ran her hands up Willow's bare back. Willow pressed her hips hard against Tara's, looking for some kind of release. In the back of her head she had the feeling this wasn't how it was supposed to be... it was too fast, too hasty... but she got distracted when suddenly she felt Tara's thumbs quickly, too quickly, at her breasts. Her eyes widened at the sensation, and she couldn't help moaning again. It was amazing how Tara - every touch was right, right were she needed it... Willow was starting to lose herself, letting go of her control, and she wasn't afraid.
Tara realized what she was doing was contradicting her last night's behavior, but she didn't care. All she cared about was Willow, her beautiful Willow. She sighed when she let her thumbs brush over her lover's breasts. Everything was the way it was supposed to be.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Willow? Tara? Are you awake yet?"
Willow and Tara quickly let go of each other. Willow climbed off Tara's laps, pulling her shirt down. "Um, Dawnie, is that you?" she called, flushed and frustrated. She couldn't help soundind a bit annoyed.
"Yes. Can I come in?"
Willow looked at her lover, who nodded. Tara was flushed as herself, but suddenly she couldn't help giggling.
"What is it?" Willow whispered, before telling Dawn, "Sure, come in?"
Tara just shook her head, still giggling.
"What's so funny?" Dawn entered, joining them on the bed.
"Nothing," Tara said, before bursting again with laughter.
"Good morning, Dawnie," Willow told her. "Don't mind Tara - I guess it's the after effects. From the journey, you know?"
"Yeah, I had quite a trip." Tara grinned wickedly at Willow.
"I think there is something you're not telling me," Dawn said. "Never mind. I was thinking.... maybe you could make us all breakfast?" She looked at Tara.
"Let me guess - with breakfast you mean pancakes?"
Dawn smiled. "You think you could do that?"
"I can't make pancakes," Tara told her earnestly. At that, both Dawn and Willow looked shocked.
"I knew it!" Tara cried out in mock despair. "You just love me because of my pancakes."
"That's not true," Dawn protested, hugging her.
"Yeah, it's not true." Willow did the same, but she also quickly ran her tongue over Tara's ear, making her shiver. She sat down again, pleased with herself.
"Okay, okay... I was just kidding." Tara grinned and freed herself from Dawn's embrace, giving her a quick peck on the cheek. Then she got up and looked around. "Willow, are there some more of my clothes, or -"
"Sure," Willow told her. "They're - I put them in the drawer yesterday."
Tara smiled gratefully at her and went to get herself some clothes. "I'll be back in a sec," she told them when she had found them, turning to leave for the bathroom.
"Hey!" Willow protested. "Don't I get a goodbye kiss?"
"You sure you deserve it?" Tara asked her teasingly.
"I am very seldom naughty," Willow replied.
"And once again I ask - you sure you deserve it?" Tara grinned and then went over to give her lover a quick kiss. "More when I get back," she whispered. Then she left and closed the door behind her.
Willow just sat there, grinning.
Dawn looked at her. "It's unbelievable."
"What?" Willow was a bit startled.
"That she's back. I mean - I never thought - I hoped, but..."
"Yeah. It's - I can hardly believe it."
"Is she - you know, different? Or is she..."
"No. I don't - she doesn't feel different. She just doesn't know evrything yet."
"But how can that be? How can she be still Tara if she isn't? It's not that I don't want her to be, I just wonder-"
"I get it." Willow smiled at her. "I was wondering, too. Yesterday. But now - I can't explain it, but it's her. I just know, you know?"
"If you know, then everything's alright," Dawn smiled back at her friend. "I mean, who else could know better?"
"Exactly." Willow nodded decisively. "But you know what? We'll wait with our final judgment until she made us those pancakes - then we'll know."
Dawn giggled. At that moment, Tara opened the door. "I'm back," she said. "What's so funny?"
"It's the after effect of my journey," Dawn told her, still giggling.
Tara raised an eyebrow. "I really hope it wasn't the same as mine." She grinned. "Okay, I'll be down making you happy. With pancakes, I mean," she added at Willow's look. "Wanna help?"
"Sure, we'll just get dressed and stuff, okay?"
"Right. I'll be downstairs." Tara left, blowing Willow a kiss. "There's more downstairs," she told her.
"Guess I'll hurry, then." Willow grabbed some clothes and then went over to the bathroom. When she just had changed, there was a knock on the door. "Dawn, there is no need to hurry that-"
"It's me."
"Tara?" Willow went to open the door. "Did you miss me?" she asked, smiling. When she saw the look on Tara's face, her smile faded. "What's wrong?"
"I don't know - there's a strange man in the kitchen, and he doesn't look too happy."
Author: ladydewinter
Email: ladydewinter@gmx.net
Rating: R for this part at least, I guess...
Pairing: W/K first, but I don't really like them...so W/T eventually :-) And this is becoming B/S as well, it seems.
Setting: The story takes place roughly after The Killer in Me, so spoilers up to then. And if you have no idea about Season Three of Angel you'll be spoilt as well...so don't come running to me *lol*
Disclaimer: Willow, Tara, Kennedy, Anya et. al belong to Joss Whedon and ME and - hey you know whom they belong to. The story however is mine. Oh, the title is taken from a book called "Magic's Promise" by Mercedes Lackey. And there may be quotes from the show included in this story - I haven't really marked them, but if it sounds familiar - I mean it as an homage, I don't wanna violate any copyright, really. Please don't sue me!
Feedback: Yes please!!! I really appreciate it.
Distribution: If you want it, you can have it, just let me know where it ends up.
Summary: Some more W/T goodness :-)
***
The next morning, Willow was the first to wake up. It took her some time to process that this was really Tara who was holding her...there was no way she could mistke her scent, her touch... so it hadn't just been a dream. "Mmmh," she murmured, still sleepy. She turned to face her lover and just looked at her for some time. There was nothing as soothing as watching her sleep - she looked so much at ease, so peaceful. Willow reached for Tara's hair, gently running her fingers through it. She had missed it so much - all of this. She caressed Tara's cheek, then ran her thumb softly over her lover's lips. Unwittingly, Tara pressed her lips against it. Willow shivered at the sensation.
She carefully leaned over to kiss her lover's brow, her temples... leaving a trail of butterfly kisses on Tara's skin. Willow kissed her cheek...then paused, unsure whether to wake her lover with a kiss. But Tara made the decision for her. She stirred and then smiled. "Willow." She opened her eyes and smiled even more when she found her lover hovering above her, not sure what to do. "Do I get a good morning kiss?" she asked flirtatously.
"Want one?" Willow teased her, relieved she hadn't crossed any - boundaries. The last evening had already put her much more at ease, but she couldn't help fearing she would do something wrong. She wanted everything to be perfect. Now she also worried about worrying too much...she really was being stupid.
As if she had read her thought, Tara grinned at her. Then she told her, "I want more than one. But it seems I already have to beg a lot for just one, so... I don't know if I'm up to more. Begging, I mean," she quickly added, seeing the look in Willow's eyes. Then she raised her head, bridging the remaining gap between her and her lover's lips.
She simply let her lips linger on Willow's for a moment, savouring the sensation. Then she pulled back again with a smile on her face. "That was nice," she said.
"Nice?" Willow wasn't in the mood for being teased. So she dismissed all troublesome thoughts and leaned over to kiss Tara. This time, she soon captured Tara's bottom lip with her own, gently sucking on it. If at all, she was going to be the one to tease... she ran her tongue over her lover's lip, smiling when that caused Tara to let a small moan escape. She felt Tara's own tongue begging for entrance at her lips and smiled. Instead of letting her enter, though, she let go of Tara's lip and placed a quick and firm kiss on her lips.
"Hey," Tara protested.
Willow grinned. "That one was nice as well." With that she freed her herself from her lover's arms, pretending to get up. Tara stopped her, however, by wrapping her arms firmly around her waist. At the feel of Tara's body pressed against her back, Willow gasped. Tara then buried her face in Willow's neck. Willow was sitting on the bed now, with Tara kneeling behind her. She took her lover's hands and locked them with her own, thus pulling her even closer to her. Tara started to kiss Willow's neck, occasionally running her tongue up and down on her lover's skin. Willow sighed, feeling the heat build inside her, the wetness between her legs increase. She felt Tara's nipples harden against her, felt her hands free themselves from her own...
Tara slowly caressed Willow's tummy, enjoying both the sensation of it and the reaction she got from Willow. She lifted her head and whispered into her lover's ear, "'s that nice, too?" She kissed Willow's ear, running her tongue along it. Willow couldn't answer. All she could think about was how much she needed Tara to touch her. She put her arms up and behind her, trying to reach Tara, trying to put her arms around her neck. Thus the top of her pajamas slipped higher, and almost unwittingly Tara slipped her hands beneath it, touching Willow's skin.
They both moaned at feeling that. Slowly, Tara let her hands wander, rediscovering her lover. She shivered at the feel of Willow's soft skin. She buried her face in Willow's hair, savouring her scent. She then leaned forward to kiss her once more, her neck, her cheek...
Willow once again freed herself from her lover's embrace, but this time to turn around. Like the night before, she slipped onto Tara's lap, then taking her hands and guiding them back under her shirt, onto her skin. She was amazed at Tara's expression - it was an expression she knew so well, a mixture of love, devotion and desire. It had always almost shocked her to see that - she never was as beautiful as then. Tara looked at her, looked deeply into her eyes and then kissed her.
This time, Willow didn't resist as Tara's tongue entered her mouth... she accepted glady, almost greedily. They breathlessly kissed each other while Tara ran her hands up Willow's bare back. Willow pressed her hips hard against Tara's, looking for some kind of release. In the back of her head she had the feeling this wasn't how it was supposed to be... it was too fast, too hasty... but she got distracted when suddenly she felt Tara's thumbs quickly, too quickly, at her breasts. Her eyes widened at the sensation, and she couldn't help moaning again. It was amazing how Tara - every touch was right, right were she needed it... Willow was starting to lose herself, letting go of her control, and she wasn't afraid.
Tara realized what she was doing was contradicting her last night's behavior, but she didn't care. All she cared about was Willow, her beautiful Willow. She sighed when she let her thumbs brush over her lover's breasts. Everything was the way it was supposed to be.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Willow? Tara? Are you awake yet?"
Willow and Tara quickly let go of each other. Willow climbed off Tara's laps, pulling her shirt down. "Um, Dawnie, is that you?" she called, flushed and frustrated. She couldn't help soundind a bit annoyed.
"Yes. Can I come in?"
Willow looked at her lover, who nodded. Tara was flushed as herself, but suddenly she couldn't help giggling.
"What is it?" Willow whispered, before telling Dawn, "Sure, come in?"
Tara just shook her head, still giggling.
"What's so funny?" Dawn entered, joining them on the bed.
"Nothing," Tara said, before bursting again with laughter.
"Good morning, Dawnie," Willow told her. "Don't mind Tara - I guess it's the after effects. From the journey, you know?"
"Yeah, I had quite a trip." Tara grinned wickedly at Willow.
"I think there is something you're not telling me," Dawn said. "Never mind. I was thinking.... maybe you could make us all breakfast?" She looked at Tara.
"Let me guess - with breakfast you mean pancakes?"
Dawn smiled. "You think you could do that?"
"I can't make pancakes," Tara told her earnestly. At that, both Dawn and Willow looked shocked.
"I knew it!" Tara cried out in mock despair. "You just love me because of my pancakes."
"That's not true," Dawn protested, hugging her.
"Yeah, it's not true." Willow did the same, but she also quickly ran her tongue over Tara's ear, making her shiver. She sat down again, pleased with herself.
"Okay, okay... I was just kidding." Tara grinned and freed herself from Dawn's embrace, giving her a quick peck on the cheek. Then she got up and looked around. "Willow, are there some more of my clothes, or -"
"Sure," Willow told her. "They're - I put them in the drawer yesterday."
Tara smiled gratefully at her and went to get herself some clothes. "I'll be back in a sec," she told them when she had found them, turning to leave for the bathroom.
"Hey!" Willow protested. "Don't I get a goodbye kiss?"
"You sure you deserve it?" Tara asked her teasingly.
"I am very seldom naughty," Willow replied.
"And once again I ask - you sure you deserve it?" Tara grinned and then went over to give her lover a quick kiss. "More when I get back," she whispered. Then she left and closed the door behind her.
Willow just sat there, grinning.
Dawn looked at her. "It's unbelievable."
"What?" Willow was a bit startled.
"That she's back. I mean - I never thought - I hoped, but..."
"Yeah. It's - I can hardly believe it."
"Is she - you know, different? Or is she..."
"No. I don't - she doesn't feel different. She just doesn't know evrything yet."
"But how can that be? How can she be still Tara if she isn't? It's not that I don't want her to be, I just wonder-"
"I get it." Willow smiled at her. "I was wondering, too. Yesterday. But now - I can't explain it, but it's her. I just know, you know?"
"If you know, then everything's alright," Dawn smiled back at her friend. "I mean, who else could know better?"
"Exactly." Willow nodded decisively. "But you know what? We'll wait with our final judgment until she made us those pancakes - then we'll know."
Dawn giggled. At that moment, Tara opened the door. "I'm back," she said. "What's so funny?"
"It's the after effect of my journey," Dawn told her, still giggling.
Tara raised an eyebrow. "I really hope it wasn't the same as mine." She grinned. "Okay, I'll be down making you happy. With pancakes, I mean," she added at Willow's look. "Wanna help?"
"Sure, we'll just get dressed and stuff, okay?"
"Right. I'll be downstairs." Tara left, blowing Willow a kiss. "There's more downstairs," she told her.
"Guess I'll hurry, then." Willow grabbed some clothes and then went over to the bathroom. When she just had changed, there was a knock on the door. "Dawn, there is no need to hurry that-"
"It's me."
"Tara?" Willow went to open the door. "Did you miss me?" she asked, smiling. When she saw the look on Tara's face, her smile faded. "What's wrong?"
"I don't know - there's a strange man in the kitchen, and he doesn't look too happy."