Perhaps there was some unconscious gender mystification still at play in their relationship, what with Tara carrying and giving birth to their three daughters and Willow somehow always being the "daddy" (Kera named her so as soon as she had started to talk and Lily and Danielle had followed their big sister's lead after they, too, became vocal) but for whatever reason, it seemed both women understood Willow would wear the gear, at least for their first time. If Tara were being completely honest with herself, despite their easy assumption of their non-traditional postmodernity, she knew this had worried her at first when Willow had brought up possibly venturing into toys, that Willow might miss penal intercourse. But those insecurities, she was a little embarrassed to admit even to herself, had lessened at Willow's first halting description of her fantasies of topping Tara when she first broached the topic.

Between pre-washing the silicone toy which they did together, the two of them giggling at their suddenly virginal status, and the lack of instructions that came with the harness, it took a few minutes to completely outfit and settle Willow. Once a good enough fit was achieved, Tara climbed back into bed with Willow following close behind. Willow had also picked up some KY during her visit that she now spread along the shaft of the dildo and around Tara's inner lips. Tara was dryer than she normally would be due to lingering nervousness, and Willow did not want her woman to be uncomfortable.

Tara spread her legs wide and held herself open while Willow attended to her, which her lover did slowly and sensuously. Willow fingering Tara's folds and rubbing her clit awake from its brief nap relaxed her a great deal, so that she was quickly as wet as she had been while going down on Willow in the shower.

Willow bent over Tara to lick and suck on a nipple as she continued to finger-fuck the other woman's folds. When her fingers were able to slide easily through the lube and Tara's natural wetness, she entered Tara's pussy with fore and middle fingers.

Tara shifted, opening herself up even more, and Willow easily added her ring finger to the fucking while she toyed Tara's clit with her thumb. Tara ran her fingers through Willow's hair and the redhead obediently released her nipple and straightened to kiss her lover slowly and gently. A few moments of this leisurely finger fucking had Tara ready for more. She moaned, low and long against Willow's mouth. Willow pulled her fingers out and retreated back to reckon the angles while Tara waited as patiently as she could muster for Willow's next move. Tara was sitting upright, propped up a bit by the pillows, leaning against the headboard. Willow couldn't figure how it could work that way. "Um, not sure how you feel about it, but I think if you get on your knees, baby…"

Tara wordlessly turned herself onto her knees so she faced the headboard of the bed. She spread her legs wide and Willow scooted behind her, the toy pointing straight to Tara's swollen pussy, shiny with the lube and her own juices. The sight and smell almost made Willow dizzy. She recovered quickly and got into position herself, feeling only slightly awkward as the dildo waved lazily in front of her. She felt a little out of balance and took her time entering Tara slowly from behind, holding her lover tightly around the midsection to her. Willow groaned, as the base of the toy ground against her own swollen and sensitive clit. Her eyes were squeezed tight as she pushed slowly into Tara until the toy was buried to the base. "You're so tight, baby… Are you okay?" She started a slow push and roll with her hips.

Tara was feeling… stuffed.

"I—I want…"

…to see you…

"Okay," Willow whispered back and pulled out of Tara's pussy just enough for the blonde to turn to her back. Tara bent her legs so her entrance was off the bed, cradling the other woman between her thighs and opening herself for her lover to slide easily back into her.

This sharing, a type of aural phasing due to the intimacy of their physical contact, Willow figured out later, was accepted much more naturally than the first time the magical mindlink occurred, a few months after they became lovers their sophomore year at UC Sunnydale.

It was just another development in their rapidly developing, if unconventional relationship. Willow would remark about it later, how they seemed to have started out at this love thing sort of backwards. First, as spell-casting partners, thrown together in the laundry room of Stevenson Hall the night the Gentlemen had come stalking the campus for their next victim. Life and death situations like that often accelerated more normal ones like ordinary friendship. That started quickly, but the really, really accidental pregnancy as the starting point in their meandering detour to becoming lovers wasn't exactly something either woman could have planned.

So maybe it was inevitable that Willow fumbled even the most "normal" part of their adventure together a little, at first. As soon as she realized the strong feelings she was experiencing in Tara's company exceeded the normal bounds of friendship or their natural spell-casting synchronicity, she went through a two-week period of thorough self-reflection involving bouts of doubt, denial, and, she was a little embarrassed to admit, even suspicion. She had never thought to question her heterosexuality growing up pining after Xander, or with her year-long relationship with Oz, at least until she met her vampire doppelgänger in their junior year of high school. But even then, the ick factor of Vampire Willow had overshadowed the confusion of her twin's predatory sexuality. Besides, this thing she had for Tara was so not that. She only partially realized it at the time, and even becoming aware of it, she found herself unable to stop it, but she distanced herself from Tara to give herself time to process the possibility that she was indeed at least newly gay, and what she was feeling was a massive crush for her always gay friend.

Of course, Tara had been hurt and retreated herself, believing, partially from unfortunate prior "almost" experiences, that it had been too much for her first real, close, but straight friend. She had been devastated when only days after she'd reconciled herself to the fact Willow no longer wanted to be friends, she found out they had somehow made Kera, and everything changed. After she had told Willow, the younger witch went full-tilt into duty-mode. That came with issues all its own. The last thing Tara wanted was to be Willow's by default…

Willow started a gentle motion, trying to reach Tara's extra sensitive place that would accelerate her undoing. It was different—a challenge—finding it with the end of the toy, rather than her fingertips. She had been able to find it within seconds the first time she had tried ten years ago. The sense memory quickly became knowledge and always led her back without fail. Using the extension, however, she could only rely on Tara's reactions to her movements. The little noises Tara made spurred Willow on. It was different, but definitely still felt so fucking good, having her lover inside her this way, her mouth and hands free to tease all the other parts of her body. Willow continued her gentle, slow rhythm, and after a minute of the leisurely fucking, was able to slide the length of the extension into Tara's cunt, completely sheathing the bright purple dildo inside her lover. Tara's hands moved from Willow's shoulders to her hips and Willow followed her directions...

The realization of it was like a slap in the face to younger Willow. She wasn't really prepared the first time she had a (really) wet dream about her new friend. But then the dreams became constant, prompting research, of course, and some jealousy of Tara's other female friends, few as they were, and awkwardness, until she worked up the courage to make a move, which entailed just broaching the subject to a somewhat shocked Tara. Tara was 6 months swollen with Kera when Willow had, rather clumsily, confessed that maybe she wanted more from Tara than being a birthing partner during delivery, and co-parenting when Kera would be born. Then it had become Tara who doubted, who suspected Willow was mistaking her over-developed sense of duty for something for her. It had taken a while for them to mutually acknowledge that there may be something between them, beyond magic, beyond even their child…

It had taken a while—Kera was already six months old when it happened, to get to the point of empirical proof, but when it came, so to speak, the fact was undeniable.

Sex with Tara was incredible.

It really was an aha! moment in Willow's young life. Aha! This is what bliss feels like. Being a warm, wet, boneless mass, cuddled into another soft body. Aha! It was a revelation, one that felt new each time. And they seemed to be getting better at it, too, which was crazy because, even that first time, woo and hoo! And the closeness... Oh god, it was like Tara was crawling around her soul when they were inside each other. But that night, tonight… Willow couldn't imagine being closer to anyone else. This is what always is.

Tara held her close. "W-What w-was…?"

Willow peered into her face. It had been months since Tara stuttered. But her love was only out of breath, nothing more. "Don't know," she whispered. "But was it—?"

"Mmm…" Tara assented. "it w-was good, just a surprise." Despite what Willow thought, she was still shaky, thinking she could be so open, unwillingly, unprepared, even if it was Willow. But instantly, it became alright. It would only ever be Willow. She was slowly catching her breath and still held her love close so that whispering was enough. "I won't be surprised next time."

Each time since, there would still be the slight shock, though it became less with every occurence. Now, especially given the timing, it barely registered, failing to break Tara from her steady, inevitable tightening…

Willow felt Tara's convulsions through the silicone connecting them. It was enough for her, too, and in the moment before she tipped over and completely lost rational thought, she imagined the apex they were launching themselves from, together, her body spread against Tara's underneath her.

Willow at last relaxed against Tara, their bodies slowly uncoiling. They were pleasantly sweaty and still flushed and buzzing from their lovemaking.

I love you. It was a spontaneous thought in Tara's mind, the words bubbling up and forming at the crest of the wave of intense emotion that often swept through her in moments like this. She knew Willow knew it and neither needed to be reassured by hearing the other vocalize it any longer, so she only squeezed her love tighter.

"I love you, too," Willow whispered back, anyway. She pulled the toy gently out of Tara but was too exhausted to free herself from the apparatus. They drifted into sleep like they did back then.