I trust you
A/N Part two set S4EP16, there's more to that spell than we got to see.
Sunnydale, California 2000
White energy circled the room, the faint aroma of honey and salt, the actual surroundings lost to their infinite chasm of lust. It was undeniable, the energy in the room only fuelled their longing further. They sat opposite, palms brushing, sweat beading on their foreheads as Willow fell backwards, her lungs gasping for air as it jealously took her. Submerged in its light she fell through the nether realm, neither alive nor dead, a spirit trapped between worlds, a hitchhiker.
Her body, not her astral body, her real body was shaking, a gentle shudder that Tara couldn't break. She felt her overpowering wanton desire to break away, stop the spell; hold Willow to her, feel their heartbeats sync and pulse as the heat cradling them escalated pulling Tara's focus back to reality. The spell was over, the white ring dissipated when it hit the ceiling as Willow's eyes slowly opened taking in her surroundings. A small green light lay on her chest, then she remembered. She'd found it glowing in some corner of the realm and something had been telling her it was what she was looking for.
She sat up, the room was an abundant blaze of candles, all extra flamey. Floating close to the carpet, their sienna hue hung low in the room and emanating Tara's usual caramelly scent. Their little red wicks dancing as warmth flowed back into her cheeks, the life returning to her body as she heard a slight shuffling behind her.
"Tara?" Willow muttered, not forming much actual noise but paying attention to every small movement and twitch Willow made. It'd been ten minutes since she'd broken her trance and in her frantic mode not to freak out too much, she'd found herself tidying everything up piling up bowels that needed washing, and clearing all the cushions, except the ones holding up Willow's fragile frame.
Tara walked over to where Willow sat, bending her knees to support Willow's delicate head, the red of her hair spreading over Tara's thigh as she gathered the strength to speak. "It was intense, you know, like waves of energy flooding me, then there was this green light in front of me, and I heard this voice telling me to pick it up." Tara nodded with an 'hmm' as she listened carefully to Willow's account of the nether realm, it all sounded very exciting, by the end of the story she was just littering Willow's face with kisses, just glad she was back in one piece.
"Ok, so no more dark adventures into the underworld for a while missy, I'm not worrying like that again." Willow smiled up into Tara's sapphire eyes, following hers with every syllable. Then she shifted, properly resting onto her heels then clambering up using the bed post and Tara's arm for support.
"It was your idea." A cheeky Willow decided to say, her smile playful and tempting, Tara gave in and jumped her, pushing her into the mattress as she tickled the spot on her hips that always made Willow buckle. Easing her movements they slowed down to an eventual stop and Tara found herself lost in Willow-kisses. She just couldn't help herself, Willow was so yummy, and so addictive. Tara traced her lips down Willow's jaw and onto her neck, sucking on her pulse point, leaving small bite marks Willow wouldn't remember about in the morning. They'd gone this far before, but they had been taking their time in regards to a home run. But baseball terms aside, Tara felt ready, she'd done it before, she knew what to do and how everything worked. She was ready.
"Err Will, do you trust me?" She said calmly, nibbling at Willow's earlobe. She was pushed up against the cushions, Tara having one knee in between Willow's thighs, so she could easily slide it upwards if she wanted to get an aroused Willow on her hands, but she waited for her reply, needing her consent.
"Of course I do, why do you ask?" Willow hadn't quite grasped where this was leading, maybe she was just about to clock on, somehow her naivety always came out at precisely the wrong moment.
"Umm Will," Tara replied, whispering softly in her lower sexier hoarse voice she used for such occasions. "That spell we did, well i-it was getting very hot and then I was sweating." Her lips resuming their place behind Willow's ear pressing little kisses to the skin she found there. "You catch my drift?" She said, again whispering, and she felt it working, Willow shuffled slightly, her pulse quickening and heat escaping past her lips as hot breathy air, catching on Tara's neck. That was when Tara decided to slide her knee up between Willow's legs and rest against the barrier of underwear.
"Ohh, I see," realisation hitting Willow at that precise moment. Now how could she refuse that offer, here she was wrapped perfectly in the arms of the woman she loved, with nothing to do other than completely ravage each other. Tara's confidence in these affairs did take her by surprise though, she seemed so calm and sensible on the surface, Willow should probably have guessed Tara would have some spicy side hidden away somewhere, as she had many other layers and depths to her personality, like that onion flower thing they have at the Bronze.
Willow think straight, now is hardly the time to be pondering over your girlfriend's confidence, especially your girlfriend who at this precise moment is completely willing to touch you in ways you'll never forget. "Yes, I trust you." She replied weakly, whimpering slightly as the ache building in her underwear was rapidly building with the pressure from Tara's knee. She'd never ached like this before, never had that knot of desire deep seated inside her. Tara brought it out of her, along with heaps of unearned confidence. What she'd had with Oz was nice, but it was just that, nice. Probably good that her first was as gentle and nice and Oz was, but he never made her lust for him, what they had was nice, nothing more. And yes she'd loved him in a 'I love you, you're my boyfriend and you're really nice' kind of way.
"Will, stop thinking." Tara said quietly as she stroked a finger down the side of Willow's face, "just relax, here ok, kiss me." Willow conceded, pushing her lips into Tara's, Tara parting them with her tongue as she tasted Willow's strawberry flavour again. And that was how the kissing started, of course then it moved onto the removal of clothing, Tara pulled Willow's shirt over her head and then let Willow rake hers carefully over her shoulders, her fingers dragging over Tara's stomach before she gripped her hands onto Tara's hips.
A loud guttural moan escaped Willow as Tara kissed down her collar bone onto her chest and her stomach, ignoring that her bra was still in place. That just made Willow ache further, she needed to be touched, needed Tara's hands all over her. Any nerves she had were long gone, Tara's obvious confidence about this just made her feel in complete lust. She bit her lip, as Tara moved her knee in order to undo the zip at the back of her skirt, standing up to let it fall off her body. Willow whimpered, holding out her hand for Tara to come back.
"I need you baby, come back, don't tease me." And then she sighed happily once Tara removed Willow's own skirt, holding her hips in place as they were left in just their underwear. Tara's was a deep blue like her eyes, matching set, that was soon removed to allow for Willow touches. Whereas Willow still had yellow underwear with flowers on. "Sorry," she said quietly into Tara's ear, "they were the only ones I could find this morning."
"Don't worry sweetie, you won't be wearing them for long." Tara's sexy voice almost pushed Willow over the edge too soon, her mouth gaping as she felt Tara stroke her through the thin cotton she hated dearly. Kissing her again, Tara reached around to unclasp Willow's bra, it came off in one go. She slid the straps down Willow's freckly arms and threw it over her bare shoulder.
"Woah, baby, I didn't know you could do that." Tara gave her a wink as she smiled and leaned down to ravage her neck. She kissed lower, pressing her lips gently to each part of Willow's creamy skin, this night was about Willow. Spoiling her was the only option.
"Well..." Tara spoke each word between kisses as she trekked lower down Willow's torso, moans flowing through the air as Willow writhed. She'd never felt this good in her entire life, she couldn't believe it was only Tara's lips that were doing this to her, what about other things? Confidence was an incredibly sexy look on Tara, not a side Willow had seen too much, but it was clear Tara knew exactly what she was doing, she'd done this before. Willow wasn't entirely sure when, Tara hadn't really mentioned this sort of thing before. "I-I" Tara continued. Their bare flesh grazing as she reached the bad of Willow's flowery underwear. Tara lifted the waistband and slipped her fingers down towards Willow's clit. "Might have had..." Willow's back arched as Tara plunged a finger deep inside her. Slowly dragging the elastic to Willow's ankles with her other hand.
"Some practice." Tara said as she lightly fingered Willow, her thumb grazing her clit every so often. Willow grabbed Tara's other hand, almost crushing it as she panted, her orgasm coming out in shaky breaths, Tara kissing her stomach and softening Willow's shudders with light peppery kisses to her lips. As she fell back to Earth, Willow gasped and then stole Tara's lips, rolling her onto her back. Nuzzling into her neck, Willow tried not to fall, but sleep was so inviting, she was so warm, and snuggly all curled up with her favourite person in the world. Her guardian Angel. Her sexy confident guardian angel, but an angel nonetheless.
Tara's head lay on her shoulder, her hair smelling all sweet and sugary like chocolate chip cookies, and she still tasted just as delicious. Wrapped up in Tara-y goodness. The memories were coming back to her in pieces, little snippets of Tara's flesh came back to her, as well as the recognition that it was now morning. "I love you," she whispered softly in Tara's ear, pulling her hair closer and finding her hand in amongst the strewn covers.
Glancing at Tara's watch laying haphazardly on the bedside table, Ohh darn it, they'd slept in, it was almost mid-morning, and they were supposed to be helping with the whole, Buffy-Faith Faith-Buffy situation. Willow leaned back into Tara and kissed her cheek lightly when Tara rolled over onto her back and opened her eyes. Willow kissed her again, their lips clinging together as they embraced, Willow's tongue exploring and tasting all, she could get before they'd have to get up and leave their quiet sanctuary.
"Woah, woah, woah, slow down Will let me wake up a bit first, I'm not quite ready for round two just yet." Willow lifted her face higher above Tara as the blonde lifted her hands to Willow's bare chest pushing her slightly.
"No, baby we have to go, we're supposed to be at Giles' right now." Tara's face made an 'ohh' kind of shape as she yawned and limply pulled herself up. In amongst getting changed super-fast, and peppering each other in kisses, they forgot all about underwear as they shot out the door to see Giles.
