Hot Water
A/N New ATG for you, book five of the at the gym series, Willow and Tara there this time, AU - mystical gym that's timeless and sexual apparently. Could fit in with the WWS timeline but is just a general AU. Mature content warning - if that's not your thing, don't read.
The Gym, 2006
Somehow the place had emptied over the past hour, and now the pool room was rather bare. Willow and Tara were sitting rather restrained beside each other in the hot tub as the last few swimmers trailed out of the room and towards the changing rooms. Willow eyes watched them - stared even - as far as the tendons would let her, then immediately flicked them to Tara and shot her the smirk she'd learnt to use when she was feeling frisky. Tara mouthed the word 'no' but her silent refusals turned to nods and approvals as the redhead crawled over to her lap. Her hands drifting down Tara's face, dry cheek to wet palm, as the blonde - smitten by lust - flicked on the button for the bubbles.
The hot water stirred, it's boiling charm broiling them alive in the heat-driven pool of sex. Willow lips glued to her girlfriend's her tongue sliding slippery through the barrier making Tara's back arch, her moans swallowed by the other mouth. Willow gripped her face, her other hand journeying down Tara's neck to her breast. She kneaded the supple flesh with her fingertips, dipping a finger underneath the strap of her bathing suit. Her nipples were hard mounds that were strained against the thin material until Willow freed them. Her hand flicking over the left, then the right then dropping her tongue to Tara's neck in an excuse to leave a well place hickey.
As the straps were pulled lightly from Tara's shoulders, she squirmed, her folds were getting slick and she couldn't wait for Willow. "Will, Will, now - I need something now." She whispered, a fierce blush rising over her unblemished skin and Willow gasped. Then gulped in an attempt to keep her lust at bay, and nodded. She took a deep breath and went underneath the water, lifting Tara up and onto the side of the hot tub. Her legs still dangled in the water - but even the shock of the cold didn't stop them. Tara's legs spread and Willow pulled the pantie-placed material to one side, letting a finger trail through the wetness-that-wasn't-water.
Rubbing in a circular motion, she marinated the blonde's clit in juices, then let her fingers drag downwards and plunge into her entrance. Her slit was tight at first but after a few in-and-out motions she was wet enough for Willow to effectively fuck her. With each motion Tara's moaning grew louder, her head flung backwards, her lip plump as her teeth gripped it hard. Willow fingered her harder and harder until climax rang through Tara's body, the ripple of energy flowing down and increasing the steady flow of wetness from between her legs.
Willow slowed, kissing her girlfriend's inner thighs gently before moving upwards and quickly attaching her mouth to Tara's nipple before continuing up and pecking at her lips. As the steam rose from the hot tub, Tara's lips felt wet and satiated, she groaned into Willow's mouth until the two had to give way for breath. "Hot. Lips. Kiss. Move. Now!" Willow mumbled into the thin air between them, Tara attempted a nod and they broke apart, a whimper leaking from Willow's mouth.
Tara pulled the straps of her bathing suit back up and over her shoulder letting Willow trail her hands over her backside as they almost ran out of the pool room and towards the changing rooms. The rooms were all but empty seeing as it'd been ages since anyone had been near the vicinity. They found an empty cubicle and upon shutting the door, Tara pushed Willow up against the door. Every inch of her skin still damp and aflame as quick hands made light work of her swim suit; dropping the useless material onto the floor. Willow moaned as lips attached to her throat, kisses blushing her collar bone as her breasts earned their attention.
Tara flicked her tongue over Willow's belly, dipping inside of her naval and down. Her skin was soft and plump, her legs shuddering as Tara slipped a finger between the folds. Her slit was soaked, the sight and feel of Tara beneath her had made her wet. And it was wet heat, fire could not tame it. She gripped the top of the door with reddening hands as Tara smiled and spread Willow's legs just a little wider.
Her tongue twirled around her clit, juices flowing and tasting wonderful as she lapped and circled. Willow's back arched and her mouth gaped as she let pleasurable sounds fall out of her mouth. "Baby, fast-er." She moaned, her words slurring as a slightly drunk feeling of serotonin took over her. Tara slowed to a full stop, her fingers stilling and raking over her supple hips and back up to her face, nipping at her lips, using her tongue to drag out the last of Willow's climax.
"Honey?" She said, pushing back against Tara, "maybe we should go, I'm gettin' kinda hungry." Willow said, her voice trembling slightly as she felt strained. Tara pulled away, pulling off her own swim suit and leaving one last destabilising kiss on Willow's lips.
"Ok, yeah actually I could really do with a panini, even though..." She paused, winking and then walking back over, t-shirt in hand. Whispering in her girlfriend's ear, "you do make a good meal all by yourself." Willow smirked, giggling a little as she saw the flush rise on Tara's chest, rushing over her cheeks. "Ok ok, I'm not the best dirty talker." She said, looking down as she twiddled her thumbs. Her previous sexual confidence drained now that the earlier heat had dissipated.