gg – Thanks, glad you enjoyed it :)
jaiden83 – Once they've mastered teleportation, I will send you that burger with fries as interest! Poor Becky has to go through the emotional ups and downs of relationships, but she's a survivor.
Willow held her hands over her stomach and looked down at it longingly.
"I'm starving."
Tara glanced over her shoulder, to the bed, from where she was getting changed into pyjamas by the dresser.
"Why didn't you get a snack before bed?"
Willow rolled back and forth on the mattress, clutching her stomach like a dramatic child denied dessert.
"It just came over me," she explained, then threw her legs over the bed, "I'm gonna go get something."
Tara shook her head as she pulled a top over her front.
"No, you're not. Becky went to bed."
"But I'm hungry!" Willow whined.
"Eat one of your emergency candy bars," Tara suggested as she got into bed, then rolled her eyes when she saw the resulting look on Willow's face, "I'll replace it."
Willow considered that and decided it reasonable, so she pulled open the middle drawer of her nightstand and dipped into her stash. She snapped an almond joy in half and began to nibble the chocolate off.
Tara settled her head back on the pillow and pulled the blanket up to her chin so she was warm. Her head turned on the pillow so her cheek was softly cushioned and she watched Willow eat her candy bar. Her hand snuck out and delicately brushed away a wayward speck of chocolate from the corner of Willow's mouth.
"You're sexy when you nibble."
Willow glanced down as Tara's finger fell away, then up into Tara's eye.
She knew that look.
She quickly shoved the rest of the chocolate in her mouth and rolled over on top of Tara. She tried to kiss her with some chocolate still left in her mouth, and ended up spluttering and coughing to get it down. Tara rubbed her back and scrunched her nose a little bit.
"Okay, choking is less sexy."
Willow chewed really hard to get it all down and finally had one last, big swallow.
"Done!" she announced triumphantly, before adding on more sheepishly, "Done."
Tara opened her arms again and Willow retook her spot on top. She pressed her lips against Tara's, softly at first.
As it deepened, Willow slid her hand under Tara's top, rubbed her belly, then reached up to cup a breast.
Tara lifted her newly put on pyjama top back over her head, sitting up in the process. She flipped Willow over and dropped to press kisses in and around her bellybutton, pushing up the fabric of her girlfriend's top for access.
Willow closed her eyes and stroked Tara's hair, feeling bursts of desire between her legs with each press of Tara's lips. She quickly unbuttoned the top and twisted out of the long sleeves.
Tara went with the twisting, curving her lips along Willow's torso and up to her breasts. Her tongue fell out of her mouth and rolled against Willow's nipples, pebbling the skin around them.
Willow bounced back onto the mattress and grabbed Tara's cheeks, pulling her up to kiss. Tara's leg slid between Willow's, her thigh pressing into the seam of her girlfriend's pants. Willow's moan followed her tongue into Tara's mouth and her hips lifted to take control of the movement of Tara's sliding thigh. Her hands fell from the cheeks on Tara's face to the cheeks of her rear for a quick grab'n'squeeze before making a pull for the pyjama bottoms.
Tara shimmied until the pants were at her ankles and she could slip out of the rest of them. Willow's hands roamed the length of Tara's naked body, starting at the back of her thighs, over the curve of her ass and up along her spine.
Tara moved off to lie by Willow's side, tucking herself in closely and dropping her head into Willow's neck. She pressed kisses against Willow's skin and drew circles around her bellybutton.
Slowly her hand crept up to Willow's breasts, molding their softness to her palm and rubbing her stiff nipples against her thumb.
Willow's eyelids fluttered closed as Tara's palm started to sail down her abdomen and into her pants. She gasped as Tara's fingers slid over her clit; her teeth indenting her bottom lip when they passed her slick opening and slipped inside.
She whimpered when they slid back up to her clit and squirmed on the spot. She groaned, loudly and was met with a teeth nip under her ear.
"Sshh."
"Make me," Willow retorted, her hips lifting right off the bed and back down again.
Tara scooted down and had Willow bend her knees up so she could divest her of the pyjama pants. She held Willow's ankles at her shoulders , turned her thighs outwards for access and reached down to enter her again.
When Willow's legs fell down, Tara shifted her weight on top and took Willow's lips to silence her sudden, piercing moans.
Willow's inner muscles clamped around Tara's fingers and her mouth dropped open to welcome Tara's tongue. Her hands cupped the back of Tara's head and pulled her as close as possible.
Her hips rolled with Tara's hand, gathering momentum as the fire burning in her belly lapped at her insides and begged to be released. Her movements became insistent, then demanding and Tara gave her what she wanted; rubbing her clit while coaxing the heat from inside.
Tara swallowed Willow's guttural moan as she came, feeling the gasping breath on her lips as her fingers were engulfed by Willow's excitement.
Willow slowly detached from Tara's mouth, popping off and crumbling back into the sheets.
Tara dragged her hand away and kissed Willow's heaving chest as she caught her breath.
Eventually she felt Willow's finger under her chin, lifting her so their mouths met softly. After a minute or two, there was a firm tug on her hips.
Tara pulled away from Willow's mouth gradually, only breaking the kiss at the last possible moment. She sat back so she was straddling Willow, legs spread wide at the knee so she was as exposed as she could be.
Willow licked her lips and drew patterns on Tara's thighs to entice them both. She dipped her index finger into Tara's wetness and dragged it upwards until the pad hit Tara's clit. Tara's head lolled back and a very soft moan passed her lips.
Willow rubbed there until Tara was as wet as she wanted her, then entered her fully. She watched Tara's jaw quiver and twisted her fingers in a particular motion that Tara usually went crazy for.
A keen sound left Tara's mouth and she grabbed Willow's wrist.
"No, don't do that."
Willow immediately stalled.
"I thought you liked that."
Tara nodded.
"I do. Too much."
Willow was utterly confused but finally realisation dawned.
"Are you making yourself be quiet so you don't wake Becky up?"
Tara winced.
"Please don't mention another woman's name while you're inside me."
"You're the one thinking about her!" Willow retorted, quite loud.
Tara sighed and moved off Willow, sitting on the side of the bed and tying her hair up.
"What, that's it?" Willow asked, clearly annoyed.
"Can you keep your voice down?" Tara asked calmly.
"God forbid I make any noise in or move around my own apartment," Willow sneered.
"I'm just trying to be considerate," Tara replied, reaching behind to put her hand on Willow's arm.
Willow shrugged her off.
"And you considered your way right off of me."
Tara tightened her ponytail and laid down with her back to Willow.
"I'm not in the mood anymore."
Willow turned in the opposite direction and snapped her lamp off.
"Yeah, well that makes two of us."
Tara came out of the bathroom, fully dressed and almost ready to head out for work.
She'd gotten ready in the cramped space to avoid any confrontation by waking Willow and was frustrated from continuously bumping into things.
Becky was up too, though her bed space was a mess, as it had been every morning since she'd been staying with them.
"Morning Tara," Becky greeted, stirring sugar into her coffee.
"Good morning, Becky," Tara replied curtly as she pulled open the fridge and reached for the orange juice.
A quick shake told her it had less than a drop in it. She dropped it in the trash with a sigh but said nothing; it could have been either Becky or Willow equally who made that transgression.
Becky flinched as she saw the aggressive toss. She was innocent of this one, but something told her she was wise not to bring it up. She had heard the brief raised voices the night before but it had simmered down so quickly she had hoped it wasn't a 'thing'. Tara's attitude was telling her otherwise.
It took her a moment to realise Tara was staring at her and she blinked into focus.
"Sorry?"
"Do you like acapulco chicken?" Tara asked, flatly though not aggravated, "I'm marinating some in spices for tonight but I can leave yours plain."
Becky got the feeling a fun, friendly dinner was not on the cards.
"You know, I have a thing at the school. I'll be late," she covered, quickly downing her coffee, "But don't worry, I'll be quiet."
Tara nodded as she rubbed the chicken breasts.
"Okay, well you can take the leftovers for lunch tomorrow if you want."
Becky offered a smile; only Tara could still be so kind in the midst of the sullen atmosphere around them.
"Thanks Tara," she said, going over to kick her sofa bed into hiding, having seen the weary look Tara gave it upon passing.
She put her messenger bag over her chest and picked up her car keys from their spot.
"Have a good day."
"You too," Tara replied tiredly, washing her hands in the sink.
Becky left, closing the door with a click behind her. Moments later, Willow crept out from the bedroom wearing her robe.
She paused, mid-tie, when she saw Tara was still standing there.
Tara noticed.
"Wrong move; the person you wanted to leave, didn't."
Willow's face scrunched up in anger.
"Oh, bite me, Tara," she snapped, before marching into the bathroom and slamming the door behind her.
Tara's eyelids flickered as the vibrations shook the floor. She shoved the chicken back in the fridge and forwent breakfast, not feeling much like eating anyway.
She grabbed a couple of granola bars and some fruit to shove in her purse, then left to catch an early T. She got into work before almost anyone else and got stuck into case reports. The mindless monotony did a good job of taking her mind of things, but not enough. She spent the morning in a dreary mood, which didn't go unnoticed.
"Is something up?" Alice asked, a concerned hand on Tara's back, "You keep checking your phone."
Tara cleared her throat and straightened up in her chair.
"Sorry."
Tara only made passing remarks about her home life in the office and Alice often dominated the conversation if they shared a glass of wine. Alice seemed to recognise the actions of a lovelorn friend.
"Relationship troubles?"
Tara nodded; eyes fixed on the screen, embarrassed.
"Yeah. Just one of those fights."
Alice patted Tara's shoulder.
"It'll blow over. You'll go home and make up."
"I hope so," Tara replied, trying to keep the upset tone out of her voice.
"I'm sure of it," Alice replied with confidence.
Alice's optimism rubbed off on Tara, who finally smiled and made a plan to go home without the animosity. She had home visits the whole afternoon and had a lucky day where nothing horrible was unveiled. She was able to give a positive report in family court before meeting a sweet little boy for an assessment for adoption.
On her way home, she decided to use her magazine money to buy Willow some flowers. She stopped at a small, local boutique place and arranged a bouquet of roses with the florist. She could only afford a half-dozen, but they were wrapped nicely in tissue with a little bow.
She'd only pushed her nose in the door when Willow was rushing up, poking a stick in her face.
"It's an olive branch," Willow explained quickly, then added on sheepishly, "Okay, it's a twig from outside, but the symbolism is there."
Tara rounded the door fully and held her flowers earnestly with both hands. Willow smiled softly and put the twig down.
"Well they're a lot prettier than mine."
Tara turned the multi-coloured bunch around so Willow got a look at each colour.
"Pink for happiness," she said, plucking it from the bunch and handing it to Willow, "Because you make me so happy."
She took the next one and passed it over.
"Yellow for friendship. Because you're the best friend I've ever had."
Willow took the second rose, her smile growing.
"White for humility," Tara continued contritely, "Because I'm very sorry for how I treated you."
Willow shook her head but Tara kept going, not giving her the chance to argue.
"Peach for gratitude. Because you are the thing I am most thankful for."
Willow put a hand over her heart and pointed at Tara to indicate a return of the sentiment.
Tara plucked the next rose and held it out.
"Orange for desire. Because…" she tilted her head and twirled the rose under Willow's nose, "I think you know why."
Willow blushed but the smile didn't leave her face.
"And red for love. Because…" Tara finished, holding the last rose in the same way she'd held the bunch at the start, with both hands, "I just love you so damn much."
She held out the rose, which Willow took and held with the rest, away from her body so she could throw the other arm around Tara.
"I'm sorry. I was a jerk."
Tara shook her head into Willow's neck.
"No, it was me. I should have just mentioned it beforehand and I shouldn't have been so snarky."
"Forget about it," Willow replied tenderly, kissing Tara's cheek, "Becky must've gotten bogged down with a lesson plan or something. She hasn't come home yet."
"Oh no, she said she had something on," Tara replied, trying to remember, "Parent teacher meetings maybe? She won't be home 'til late."
One of Willow's eyebrows slowly lifted.
"So we have the whole evening to ourselves?"
Tara slowly smiled.
"We sure do."
"I'll make us dinner," Willow offered, squeezing Tara's hand.
"I was going to make acapulco chicken," Tara replied, "I have chicken in the fridge."
"I love your acapulco chicken," Willow gushed, "I can make the rice and pour the tortilla chips…"
Tara pressed a lingering kiss against Willow's cheek.
"And before I forget," she said, producing an almond joy from her purse, "Your replacement candy bar."
Willow took the candy bar and looked down at it for a few moments, feeling silly to be almost near tears at the gesture. She threw her arms around Tara again.
Tara closed the hug and swayed with Willow on the spot. They embraced for several seconds, then shared a sweet, chaste make-up kiss and headed into the kitchen together.
Willow put the roses in water and left them in the middle of the breakfast bar to brighten up the room. She put the rice on while Tara cooked up the chicken mix.
Willow set the table with silverware and wine glasses, as well as candles and dimmed the lights to set the mood. She knew there was a bottle of wine that Becky had bought them, so she found it in the cabinet and uncorked it to 'let it breathe' – something she'd learned from Tara.
She made up plates half and half with rice and tortilla chips and Tara spooned the mixture onto the rice. Willow sprinkled cheese to melt and brought both plates to the table. She held Tara's chair out for her, who smiled gratefully and poured them each a modest glass of wine.
They clinked glasses and each took a long sip.
"This is nice," Willow said with a sigh as she picked up her fork, "Just the two of us."
"Yes, it is," Tara agreed, covering Willow's hand on the table, "But we should be careful not to make Becky feel unwelcome. She would do the same for us."
Willow turned her hand in Tara's and linked their fingers.
"You're so nice."
Tara smiled and squeezed their palms together. They ate their meal leisurely, stealing chips from each other's plates to scoop and feed to each other.
They smiled and laughed, getting rid of all of the tension and replacing it with happy, playful energy. When dinner was finished, they loaded plates into the sink and forgot all about them, retiring to the couch where they flicked on some old Law and Order reruns and shared a pint of ice cream with one spoon.
Willow held a chocolate fish between her teeth and offered it to Tara.
"Eat my fishy."
Tara closed her mouth around the candy and bit it in half, pressing her lips to Willow's in the process. They smiled against each other and had a brief kiss while the chocolate slid down their throats.
Their noses bumped and nuzzled and Tara swung Willow's legs up over her lap so they could cuddle closer.
Their heads turned into each other and their lips met again with more urgency, pulling breath from each other's lungs. The ice cream carton lay forgotten as they started grabbing at each other's clothes; Tara yanking Willow's pants down to her knees and Willow questing under Tara's skirt, jerking her pantyhose and panties down around one ankle.
Willow fell to her knees in front of Tara and grabbed her hips under her skirt, pulling her to the edge. Her short nails dug into the flesh of Tara's thighs, producing the gasp that Willow manipulated into a moan by sinking her tongue between those thighs right on the cusp of the inhalation.
Tara pressed the protruding bulge of Willow's head through her skirt further into herself, fingers slightly clawing at the fabric. Her neck lolled back so the crown of her head hit the wall above the couch, but she barely noticed. All she felt was Willow's hot mouth and all its nuances working her into a withering ball of nerves and pleasure.
Her moans were so loud they shook through her body and up through the walls, filling the air with hot, sticky, sweet energy that she seemed to re-inhale so deeply it made her belly bubble.
There was no simmering, it was straight to boil, the steam filling her up and making her body scream for release. She began to articulate those screams, even with her trying to bite her bottom lip closed and grew tense as Willow's mouth suckled on her with just the right pressure to send her right over the edge.
Willow popped out from under Tara, mouth smeared and hair mussed with a slightly shocked look on her face.
"Holy shit, baby."
Tara could be loud but that was damn loud, and she'd be worried about neighbours complaining if their main neighbour wasn't a total perve who probably got off on it.
Tara didn't really care, she'd been reigning herself in for too long and needed to get a little wild. Her glassy eyes dropped to Willow's face. She saw her girlfriend's shiny mouth and chin with her tongue just gently poking out to lick her lips.
She reached down and grabbed Willow's cheeks, pulling her up into her lap and kissing her with as much passion as she'd just filled the room with.
She was hungry, yanking on the neckline of Willow's shirt and cup of her bra to reveal her breast and suck on her nipple.
Willow's back started to gently arch, but before it had even reached a curve she was thrown down on the cushions and mounted with Tara's mouth so close they shared breath.
Willow's knees spread right above where her jeans were bunched, leaving just enough room for Tara's hand to slip between her thighs and inside her. Willow let out a long, low groan and clenched inside, drawing Tara's fingers all the way in.
"Fuck," she breathed onto Tara's lips, finding the penetrating look in her girlfriend's eye dizzying, "Me."
Tara dragged her fingers almost all the way out and slid back in again, slowly drawing Willow's breath into short, sharp pants. She twisted her hand so her thumb had access to Willow's clit and pushed with upward momentum just as fingers did the same inside.
Willow's head hung back over the armrest as Tara's mouth landed back on her exposed breast. She felt deep pulses of pleasure bandying around her body like they were playing a game of pong and was sure she could feel herself quivering around Tara's fingers.
Her hips started to grind back into the cushions and she took a fistful of Tara's hair, mashing their lips together desperately and sending moans into her mouth.
She could barely stand the tension and rode Tara's hand as hard as she could until she felt the orgasm finally coasting on the horizon. There were a few seconds of pure frenzy until she broke and collapsed back, barely breathing, arms strewn over her head.
"Wow."
Tara extracted herself and lifted Willow's bra and shirt back over her so she was covered+. She sat back and began pulling her own clothes back together.
"Phew," she said, shaking her head to produce some breeze to calm her cheeks, "I feel like we're having an affair. Sneaking around before someone gets home."
Willow's knees closed together and she made a pull at her jeans to get them back over her hips.
"Kinda fun though," she said, sitting back to fasten the button. "If you replace the 'kinda' with 'mind-blowingly crazy and almost unhuman'."
Tara shot a sultry crooked smile in Willow's direction and nodded towards their wine glasses.
"More?"
Willow nodded and flattened back her hair to normal, smiling from ear to ear.
They relaxed with another glass of wine, just enjoying having some space to themselves again, both with clothes on or in disarray. Tara played with Willow's hair while Willow traced the lines of Tara's reapplied pattered pantyhose, where her knees bent up onto the sofa.
Later in the evening, Becky quietly let herself in and seemed surprised to see them.
"You guys are still up?"
The other two waved and Tara stood up.
"Would you like some wine?"
"Sure," Becky agreed as Tara was already fetching another glass, "Thank you."
Tara poured Becky the last of the wine and handed the glass to her.
"Did your school thing go okay?"
Becky nodded behind guzzling a quarter of the glass and sat opposite them.
"Oh yeah, fine. Thanks."
In truth, she'd spend the afternoon seeing a movie and eating McDonalds while working on a lesson plan to seem inconspicuous. She hadn't felt like calling any of her other friends and have to lament the absence of Jack and she wasn't ready to call any of her hook-ups. It hadn't been totally awful spending time on her own and had made her come to a decision she'd been avoiding.
"So I'll be out of your guys' hair soon."
Both Willow and Tara's brows lifted.
"Have you found a new place?" Willow asked.
Becky shook her head.
"Not yet, but soon. I'm gonna crash the hometown for Thanksgiving. My mom will give me a security deposit and I usually have some cash in an envelope from my Dad waiting around as a late birthday present."
Willow knew Becky cared for her family for a lot more than just money, so just reached across and squeezed her knee. Becky offered a sincere smile.
"Thanks so much for inviting me to spent the holiday with you. But I should really make my yearly appearance."
"Whatever you want to do, Becky," Tara replied genuinely, "You're always welcome here."
Becky held up the rest of her glass in gratitude and kicked off her shoes. They all chatted for a little while until Willow began to discreetly rub Tara's thigh.
"Wanna head to bed, baby?"
Tara smiled and nodded demurely.
"Sure."
Willow gave Tara's thigh a brief squeeze.
"I'll be right in."
Tara stood and left their glasses in the sink, said goodnight to Becky and disappeared into the bedroom.
Willow folded her legs beneath her and held the cushion to her chest.
"You okay?"
Becky made a 'who, me?' gesture, then nodded.
"Of course."
"You haven't quoted at me in a while," Willow replied softly, with concern, "No Shakespeare or Mark Twain. No wisdom from the Brontë sisters."
Becky waved her hand dismissively.
"Repeating them ad nauseam to a room full of kids takes the joy out of it."
Willow nodded, understanding that. She'd lost some joy of all things techy with teaching and re-teaching the elderly the same things over and over again, but regained it back when she got a new project to work on with her fellow friendly tech-heads.
"You know you really can stay here as long as you like."
"Thank you," Becky replied, then patted the couch beneath her with a wry grin, "But my back is killing me on this thing."
Willow laughed.
"Fair enough," she replied with a bob of her head, "Well, I'm still here to talk whenever."
Becky acknowledged that with an appreciative smile, then threw her hand back towards the bedroom.
"Get in there," she ordered, "And by the way…"
She rooted in her purse and produced a small plastic container, smirking.
"I bought earplugs."
Willow blushed to her toes and stood up.
"Goodnight."
"'Night," Becky replied with a small cackle, then laid back on the couch and grabbed the remote to flick channels.
Willow rolled her eyes but was pleased to hear the renowned Becky bark. She came into the bedroom and noticed Tara's bare shoulders in bed, though the rest of her was covered.
"You look particularly unclothed," she said, taking steps towards the bed.
"Why don't you come find out?" Tara asked in a playful challenge.
Willow grinned and made a dive under the covers. She pressed her hands and lips all against Tara as she slid up and popped out the other side.
She kissed Tara softly, slowly savouring her.
"I hate fighting…"
Her hand snaked down to caress Tara's body, pulling her girlfriend's knee over her hip.
"But I sure do love making up…"