Oh yeah, I do not own W.I.T.C.H. or any of the characters, the plot is totally a work of my twisted little mind.....

Busted #3 – Taranee

Chapter 3: A New Fight

Taranee's POV, Flashback to Friday Night

It had been such a great night. We were all happily relaxing and eating pizza. When Will's mom came home unexpectedly. Let's just say it wasn't hard to guess what had been going on...the place hadn't aired out yet.

She was pissed...to say the least, kicking us all out and calling our parents before we could get home. To make sure that everyone knew about 'the situation'. I was not looking forward to getting home, we were busted, no doubt...

It was spring, the weather was warm and the evening was beautiful and clear just made for lovers to go out strolling. That's what we were now, we'd finally made love. Everything had been so right now, Nigel had told me he loved me. He said it after the first time we came. I hadn't expected him to say it but I believed him, like me he's really quiet, when he says something he means it. Nigel and I walked in silence after Peter veered off to make sure Corny got home. We were both quiet dreading what awaited us at our separate homes.

Nigel reached out and quietly took my hand, it felt warm and strong. Only Will and Matt have been together longer than us...why had we waited so long to do this? I've known that I love him for more than a year, but I was scared of letting myself go...scared of trusting him with all of me. Now that I had, the moment was tense and scary not because of our feelings but because our parents were about to tear everything apart.

The small act of holding my hand meant the world to me, he comforted me as best he could, unsure as I was about the new rules in our relationship. As we reached the corner of my street, I stopped staring at my feet not wanting to go on, I had already seen the light shining brightly on my porch. My parents were waiting for me. I cast a slow shy look up into Nigel's eyes, hoping to find the words to beg him to not give up on us, no matter what happened tonight. As I opened my mouth to speak, Nigel gently placed a finger to my lips. Even that small touch made my heart pound.

"Taranee, I meant what I said: 'I love you.' I know your parents have never liked me and think I'm no good...this will probably be just what they need to try to break us up...but I'll fight for you, I don't want give you up. That is I hope you don't us to end either." His words seared my heart and soul, I'd never felt such passion. I'd never thought any boy would be willing to fight for me, especially against my parents. Tears began to roll down my face, demanding to sanctify the moment. Nigel placed a tender kiss to my lips, then doting softly along my cheeks, kissing away each tear. He pulled back to look me in the eye and await my answer, his thumb rubbing tenderly down the edge of my jaw.

"I love you Nigel. I've loved you for a long time and I don't think there'd be anything left of me without you," I said through sobs, "please...please don't let this be the end of us. I'll find a way. Somehow, no matter what they say or do, I know I want to always be with you."

Nigel pulled me to his chest in an embrace, releasing a deep breath, I hadn't known he was holding. "Me too, Taranee. I want that too. Somehow. Irma and Caleb worked it out, so I know we can too. But whatever it takes...I'll do it."

It already felt so right to be in his arms, the feel of his hard muscles around me. I was numbed the fear of our future, I could only nod into his chest, focusing on memorizing his feel, his strength, his scent and the sound of his voice - wanting to fill my senses with him to strengthen me for the battle to come.

"Taranee Cook! You come home right now!" my mother's shrill voice rang out, shattering the evening peace.

Nigel released me and I turned to see my parents standing on the porch. Even from a distance I could see the very unhappy looks on their faces. I started to turn and head home, but Nigel pulled me back and planted a kiss solidly on my lips.

"Young lady, get in this house!" my dad bellowed.

As he released me, Nigel managed a small smile, "Whether they like it or not...I'm going to make you mine."

I'm going to hold him to that promise.

Saturday Afternoon

'Grounded'. Stuck in my room, I had nothing but my temper to keep me company as I paced about my room like a caged tiger. I flopped onto my bed, moving the wrong way a little too quickly, 'God, I'm sore!'. But even sore I had to smile remembering the night before. I didn't focus on how the night ended with my parents yelling at me and punishing me, but I kept remembering the look in Nigel's eyes as he dragged me into Will's room. And just like that my thoughts turned to the ache in my core.

I hadn't showered yet, so with every breath I took, I could still smell Nigel on my skin. My body remembered every touch and stroke. Even though it was hours ago, I could still feel the fever of having him inside me, and my inner walls ached to be full again.

I sat back up to go to the bathroom, I was almost too sore to walk. I waddled gently there and back, my need for relief greater than my soreness. Lucky me, I'm trapped at home and my mom has ordered me to break up with my boyfriend. Every time I thought about Nigel, I could feel my clit throb and my pussy spasm, I was miserable. How could I be this sore and still horny for more?

My mind slipped back to the memory of lying beneath Nigel, the feel of his fingers stroking my pussy lips just before he pierced me with his dick. As I thought about the feel of his hard heat sliding into me opening me, spreading me for himself, I felt my stomach clinch and my sore pussy ache for attention. It was impossible to not slide my fingers along my skin and down to my heated core.

I got back up, opened my window then walked to my bed and pulled off my panties, then I sat on the floor, my back to the bed, pulling my night shirt up and out of the way. Pulling my knees up and spreading my legs wide to let to cool air reach my heated core. Just sitting there letting the breeze blow on my uncovered skin, both soothed and tormented me.

God, I ached...remembering Nigel's fingers inside me, rubbing my clit. As my body throbbed, I slid my fingers slowly along my inner thigh...it felt so good. But I still needed more. My caress drifted towards my pussy, hovering over my button for only a moment before my need engulfed me. Imitating Nigel's fingers, I stroked gently along my slit. My breath caught as I touched the hard nub and I felt my pussy spasm. I trailed my finger down into the moisture that had seeped out of my body, my skin tingled as the tip of my finger slid across it, only to push down and into my wet heat. But the need in my clit drew me back and I again stroked it lightly and almost screamed at the feelings that shot through me.

How could anything feel so good? All this time my mom's been telling me that good girls don't let boys go all the way and that they don't touch themselves. But with my stomach quivering and my knees shaking, I don't want to be a good girl – I want to cum again and feel my body explode.

Each stroke made my stomach clinch and I could feel my excitement build, drawing closer to the feeling I had last night with Nigel inside me. I felt my juices run down my skin and gather on the throw rug beneath me. I panted with each building spasm, I ached being empty and moved my other hand to insert two fingers into my wet slit. As my digits slid past my swollen lips, I cried out from the intense feeling of pleasure it brought. Once inside, I clinched around my fingers as I slowly began pumping them in and out, imagining Nigel's dick.

The sensations did not go as deep as Nigel and I still ached to be filled more, but with the rubbing of my clit I knew I would come soon. The soft, slow strokes on my button became needier, harder, faster as I closed my eyes, waiting for the explosion of pleasure to take me over. Resting my head against the bed, hearing the sounds of my pussy slosh as I worked it and slid my pointer finger back in again.

"Mmm," I moaned feeling my orgasm start. I teased the feelings out feeling the tickle on my inner walls as I wiggled

"OH MY GOD!! Taranee Cook! What do you think you're doing?! Stop that RIGHT NOW!"

My eyes opened quickly to find my mother standing over me, staring at me aghast as I stuffed a two fingers into my pussy. Shocked, I pulled my hands away and tried to quickly pull my knees together. My fingers were wet and drippy with my juice and I didn't know what to do with them or the evidence of what I was doing.

"Mom!"What do you say when your mom catches you masturbating?

"Don't you 'mom' me! We've talked about this kind of behavior and you know that good girls do not do that – not in my house! I knew it was a bad idea to let you date that hoodlum!"

From bad to worse.

My mom stalked back and forth in front of me, continuously yelling about how horrible and bad I was. I sat there and fumbled to close my legs, and pull down my nightshirt, I was embarrassed beyond words and had no clue what to say. My mom had burst into my room and invaded my privacy and the worst thing about the whole stinking sitch...she was yelling at me like it was my fault.

"...just like some whore...unacceptable...never again..." my shocked brain could only pick out part of what she was yelling. But even the little snippets hurt like sharp daggers. Big tears clouded my eyes and quickly rolled free to my checks...how could she do this to me?

When she saw my tears, she stopped her pacing and ranting, coldly stared at me and said, "Those crocodile tears won't help you young lady, this is the last straw!! He's ruined you!! I'll see him locked up in juvenile detention for statutory rape!

"Mom no! Please don't do that," I heard myself, my first reaction to protect Nigel. I couldn't believe my ears! Suddenly the worst part of my day was not her walking in on me, but the very real threat to my boyfriend.

"Ha! You think you can save him...its too late for that." My mom sort of clucked her tongue at me and rolled her eyes, "You should have thought about the consequences before you began acting like a dog in heat!

Ignoring the jib at me, I said in a desperate voice, "Don't threaten him...Nigel didn't do anything wrong, I made my own choices."

"Don't you take that tone with to me...I'm your mother," she hissed.

My mom was conveniently dismissing me as a stupid kid, refusing to listen or give an inch...it was her way or no way. I jumped to my feet, crossing quickly to stand right in front of her, this time I wasn't begging...wasn't asking...I was telling her...

"I don't care! You leave him alone or else!" I all but spat out. I could feel heat rising up from my toes...the faint smell of smoke filled my nose.

My mom's eyes grew wide as she stared at me, neither of us backing down, but she saw my commitment and knew that she did not want to push me to show her just what 'or else' could mean with my powers.

Seeing her momentary weakness, I stepped forward, my hands, curled into fists at my side, were now visibly smoking as I told her as darkly as possible, "And get out of my room!"

She backed up from me suddenly, going around me quickly and slamming the door as she left, her final words before the door closed: "You just wait until your father gets home – this isn't over yet!

I let out the breath I had been holding...I wasn't sure I really could back up my spoken and implied threats and it scared me to death that we had come to this.

In some weird and really small way, I think this was a victory. For once it was my way, not hers. But I had no idea what I would do when my dad got home – then it would be two of them against me.

As quick as the heat had risen, it left. I was so tired and alone, as I plopped down onto my bed, I almost didn't hear the light scrapping sound at my veranda door. I looked up to see Nigel standing on the patio, gently rubbing a coin on the frame trying to get my attention. I jumped up and quietly opened the door, ushering him in and throwing myself into his arms.

Nigel pulled my to him, his fingers wrapped around my neck and waist as he held me tight. I started to cry at the feel of his caring touch. "Shh, I know...I heard it all. Come on Taranee, it'll be okay."

I lifted my face from his chest, his t-shirt wet from my tears and looked into his face, "But...but...she's going to..."

A fresh wave of anguish washed over me and I could do nothing but sob again. Nigel, pulled me over the bed and sat me down. Then he got up going to my desk, he took the chair and placed it under the door, effectively blocking it so my mom could not barge back in...he really had seen everything.

Coming back to my bed, Nigel sat with his back against the headboard and pulled me into his lap. He pulled me tight against him, gently stroking my hair and back, letting me cry.

So the scene is set for Taranee. Things are going to get tense and a lot's going to change.

Cheers!

9/07/2009 2:22pm