Music In Our Hearts
Chapter 13: Say Something (Part 3)
"Well, the only thing I can suggest is that, somehow, a supernatural force has intercepted the spell Willow cast and is now feeding off of it." Giles said, slamming his book closed. Obviously, he was pissed. He never slams books.
"But what kind of thing could do that?" Tara asked.
"Well, I'm not certain, but I would suggest a demon of some sort." Giles replied sarcastically. It had been a very, very long night of research.
"Come on, G. It's not her fault." Faith said as she put down the book she was pretending to read. "We're all pretty tense right now, and none of us have any leads, so why don't we all just go home and pick it up tomorrow?" She suggested.
"Faith, it is tomorrow." Buffy groaned.
"No, I know that, I mean tomorrow tomorrow. Not as in today tomorrow." Faith said with a smirk.
"Ooh, that does sound good." Buffy agreed.
"Yeah, so what do ya say, G? Let's all go home and hit the sheets."
Giles sighed. "Well, I suppose you're right Faith." Faith recoiled.
Did Giles just say she was right? Or was that... everyone's imagination?
""Excuse me?" Faith asked. "Could... Could you say that again? I... I didn't quite hear you."
"Yes, yes. There's a first time for everything. You're right in that we're all exhausted, and working ourselves to death in order to find a way to save ourselves from dying as the result of a spell backfiring seems counter-intuitive. You're right, we should all go home nd get some rest. We can continue this, as you say, "tomorrow tomorrow". I suggest that you use that time for resting and relaxing though, Faith, and not for more... physical... pursuits." Giles said pointedly.
Faith mocked offense. "Come on, G! I would never...! Besides, who says "physical pursuits" can't be relaxin'?" Buffy smirked. "'Specially when it's B that's helpin' me... "relax"." Faith smirked when she felt Buffy tense up beside her and the blonde's smirk turned to blushing.
Giles took out his handkerchief and cleaned his glasses, and Anya had to elbow Xander to snap him out of his daydream.
"Sorry, An." Xander apologized, then yawned and stretched after he closed his book as well.
"Can we go home now and have lots and lots of sex to relax like Buffy and Faith are?" Anya asked, oh-so-subtly.
Buffy and Xander both blushed while Faith smirked.
"An... That kind of stuff is usually just said between two people who are, you know, together." Xander said, almost whispering.
"But everyone already knows that that is what two people do when they are engaged in a sexual relationship with each other." Anya replied, not sharing Xanders attempt to have a quiet discussion.
"Yes, but most people don't, you know, say it out loud." He replied, still trying to be quiet.
"Well, they should. I think people would be a lot less stuck up if everyone was open about that kind of thing." Anya said.
"Gotta say, Xan, I actually kinda agree with your girl there." Faith said, still smirking, and Buffy looked at Faith, horrified. "I never really understood why everyone's got a stick up their ass when it comes to talkin' about sex. It's kinda normal. And I think everyone's sex lives would be much healthier if they weren't afraid to talk about it, you know." Faith actually sounded like she believed in thie stuff, and wasn't just saying it to horrify everyone around her and embarrass the shit out of Buffy. And that scared Buffy even more. "I, for one, plan to get B in bed as soon as we get done sharin' a nice, long, hot, steamy- mmh." Faith was cut off by Buffy putting a hand over her mouth and pretty much dragging her out the door."
Everyone else's faces were redder than Willow's hair. Except, of course, Anya.
"Right... Well, um... Let's... all go home then... and... rest... try to get that disturbing image out of our heads, shall we?" Giles said, clearing his throat and cringing.
"Right. Disturbing..." Willow said. She, Tara and Xander were all amusing themselves imagining the two very attractive women sharing a shower together.
Anya, as usual, was clueless.
"So we're leaving then?" She asked Xander, who snapped out of his fantasy again.
"Yes!" He said quickly, and everyone left for their respective homes. Which, of course, included Willow and Tara ending up in the same house as the two women of their most recent fantasy.
...
"So how were they?" Tara asked. Since their shared fantasy earlier, Tara had been asking Willow lots of questions about her threesome with Faith and Buffy.
"Tara, baby, I feel really bad about it. Can we please not talk about it?" Willow asked, pleading with her.
"Willow, you don't need to feel bad about it. It's really my fault. I should've come back sooner and explained better. I don't blame you for it. It was their idea, and you needed some release. I get it. In fact, I..."
"You what?" Willow asked, afraid of the answer.
"It... It actually kind of... arouses... me." Tara confessed, flinching as Willow stared at her in disbelief.
"What?" Willow asked softly.
Tara sighed. "Let's just say, if you'd video taped it, I'd be watching it constantly."
Willow gulped.
"So... how were they?" Tara asked again.
"They were... not you."
"Willow, don't be lessening their skills if they're good just to spare my feelings. I know you missed me, I'm just curious."
Willow looked away, unable to meet Tara's eyes.
"They were... amazing. It was... different from what I'm used to with you. Not better, not worse, just different." She replied.
"So you enjoyed it, then?" Tara asked, a gleam in her eyes.
Willow sighed, knowing Tara wasn't going to drop it. "Yes. I did. I really enjoyed it."
"Good." Tara said, trying hard not to laugh.
Willow saw the look in her eyes and scofed in disbelief.
"Oh my goddess! You're a closet pervert!" She screeched.
"No I'm not!" Tara protested. "You should know by now how perverted I really am!" She joked, but it was only a half-joke. It was also true.
"You're totally getting off on imagining me in bed with Buffy and Faith!"
"So?! Why wouldn't I imagine the person that matters most to me with two very, very attractive women? Three extremely sexy women making love? Yes please!"
Willow giggled. "Then you're really not mad?"
"Of course not! I mean, I was upset at first, because I thought you'd moved on with them until we made up. But until I found out that you had sex with them, I'd never even thought about it before. But since then, it's actually become one of my favorite fantsies." Tara confessed.
"Wait, one of?" Willow asked, teasing. "What are your other favorite fantasies?"
"Wait, are you really wanting to go there, or is that just teasing me?"
"Little of both, actually."
"Hmm... How about this? I tell you one of my more mild fantasies, and you tell me if you really want to hear the more... exotic ones." Tara suggested.
Willow gulped again. Could they really be that bad?
"O-o-okay." Willow stammered.
"Well..." Tara began, wrapping her arms around Willow's waist from behind and kissing her neck. Willow moaned at the contact. "Which one to choose?" Tara asked herself, her voice seductive for Willow's benefit. "Let's see... Oh! How about that one? So, we come home from the Magic box, really late at night, like tonight, for example. It's dark in the house, because Buffy and Faith are out patrolling, and Dawn is staying over at a friend's house. We have the house to ourselves. We leave most of the lights on, only turning a few on so we can see where we're going. You start to head up the stairs to our room because you're tired. But I grab your hand and lead you back into the living room. I push you down on the couch gently and I sit down in your lap, my knees on either side of your hips, and I squeeze you with my thighs. You already know where it's going, because it's kind of obvious." Tara pushes Willow down on their bed and sits in her lap, squeezing Willow's hips with her thighs, just like she says in her fantasy.
"Both of us were wearing skirts that barely go halfway down our thighs, and me getting in your lap pushed the edges of them up past our hips." Although they weren't nearly as short as Tara describes, they were both wearing long skirts that went halfway down their calves, and Tara makes a point of pushing them up, just as she describes in her fantasy. Both of their crotches are wet, and the moisture can be felt through their thin panties, which were now pressed firmly up against each other. "I grab the back of your hair and kiss you deeply, pushing myself against you so our bodies melt into each other seamlessly. We both moan into the kiss, and your arms wrap tightly around my back. It doesn't go much further for a while, we're both just getting warmed up. Then, I reach behind you..." Tara said, reaching around Willow's back as she says it. "And start slowly unbuttoning your shirt, because it opens in the back." Willow felt the back of her shirt loosening. It wasn't a button-up, but the laces that held the top together in the back felt similar enough that Willow felt her breath catch.
"When the buttons are undone, I slowly slide the sleeves down your arms, brushing my fingers across your soft skin the whole time." Willow shivered as Tara acted out every detail, with only a few minor differences, like the length of their skirts and the buttons in the back of Willow's shirt. And, of course, their location. Tara smiled as she saw how turned on Willow was. "I slide my hands back up your arms, teasing you a little, then up across the top of your chest, just below your throat. Your breasts are still covered up by your shirt, but only just barely. For now, I decide to leave them covered. I'm having too much fun teasing you. Instead, I grab your hands gently and put them behind me, up the back of my shirt. You take the hint and you unclasp my bra. You try to move your hands around under my bra to cup my breasts, but I catch you and take your hands out from under my shirt. I place them flat on the couch on either side of you and tell you not to move them. You nod, showing that you've submitted to me completely." Tara fell silent and looked at Willow, as though she was waiting for something.
"What?" Willow whispered. Tara raised an eyebrow suggestively, but Willow's usually sharp, brilliant mind was mush now with arousal.
"I place them flat on the couch on either side of you and tell you not to move them. You nod, showing that you've completely submitted to me." Tara repeated, putting emphasis on the word "nod".
Willow caught on that time, and nodded in response. Tara smiled, and continued. "I put my hands back on your chest and slowly drag them down your chest, pulling your shirt along with them. Slowly, your breasts are exposed to me, and my palms brush across your nipples." Tara's palm brushed across the rock hard nubs just as she said the word "brush".
"Tara... Baby... Stop... Stop talking and make love to me." Willow begged, breathing her words, unable to speak.
"Shhh..." Tara said. "Don't talk. Don't make a noise. Don't move." Tara ordered, and continued speaking as Willow fought back whimpers. Tara's mind was very erotic, apparently, and Willow found herself getting wetter and wetter with just the situation she was in. Yet, somehow, it was even more arousing with her describing everything as she actually did it. "Huh. That's funny." Tara said. Then, seeing Willow's inquizitive glance, she replied, "I told you that same thing in the fantasy. Don't make a noise. Don't move."
Tara could see the understanding in her eyes, and she couldn't help but lean in and kiss Willow passionately. Her describing her own fantasy was actually getting to Tara herself.
Willow wrapped her arms around Tara and kissed her back, matching Tara's passion. But when the dirty blonde felt Willow's arms move, she separated, sobering herself up just barely. She put Willow's hands back on the couch. "I said don't move them." Tara warned. "Don't move again until I say you can, or I'll stop, and we'll go to sleep."
To say Willow was stunned was an understatement. She and Tara had made love many, many times before. But never before had Tara tried to dominate her. And now Willow understood that that was what was happening right now. Tara was dominating her. And Willow found it extremely sexy and arousing, and loving every second of it. Willow nodded again, truly understanding now.
"Good." Tara said. "Now... Where was I? Oh. Right. Don't make a sound. Don't move a muscle. I cup your breasts and squeeze them, looking into your eyes the whole time. I can see the struggle in your eyes to stay still and silent, like I said, and I decide to test your limits. I pull my palms away and pinch your nipples with my fingers." Willow fought back a cry of painful pleasure and closed her eyes, but Tara had other ideas.
"Keep your eyes open." The other witch said. And Willow obeyed, afraid that Tara would follow through on her promise to stop and call it a night. "I tease your nipples for a bit, and when that doesn't get you to make a noise or move, I start to lift your shirt up over your head. You can lift your arms to let me do that, but they go right back after." Willow's arms shot up into the air, desparate to keep Tara happy. Tara smirked at Willow's eagerness to do as she said. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she slid Willow's shirt up over her head, then decided to change things a little.
"Actually, lean forward." Tara said, getting up off of Willow. The redhead looked at her in confusion, but did as she said. Tara grabbed her hands and put them behind her back, using Willow's shirt to tie them together. Tara patted Willow's back to say she could sit back up again, and even Tara was surprized at the darkness of Willow's eyes when she sat back up, revealing all the lust she was feeling in that moment.
Tara let out a shuddering breath, pleased that Willow was going along with all this.
Instead of retaking her place on Willow's lap, Tara knelt down between her knees, and Willow nearly gasped at the sight.
"I'm changing things a little. Really the only difference is that your hands are tied. Literally." Tara explained. "Everything else is the same. So... I get down on my knees in front of you and I push your skirt up your legs, past your hips." Willow felt a breeze on her legs, or perhaps that was Tara's breath, as the blonde witch slid her skirt up past her hips, revealing Willow's red panties. Tara barely restrained herself upon seeing that, barely managing to stick to her fantasy. "I lean over, so you can feel my breath on you through your panties, and you're barely able to breathe, barely able to keep still, barely able to stay quiet, and I kiss you." Willow felt Tara's lips on her lower lips for but a moment, but it still caused her to let a whimper slip past her lips, and Tara grinned. "I told you no sounds." Willow cried out, her pleas for Tara to not abandon her in her state of arousal getting lost in the mumbling that was all she was capable of in the moment.
"I'll let it slide this time." Tara assured her, then went back to work. "I kiss you again, but this time, I don't back away." Tara seemed to abandon her descriptions as she kissed Willow's sex through her now completely drenched panties. Willow's eyes bulged as she felt Tara's tongue come into play, and she had to bite her lip in order to keep from screaming. Tara stroked Willow's slit through the offending undergarment with her tongue. When Tara finally backed away, she left Willow with a severe case of cameltoe, and the redhead's breath was harsh.
"By the time I finished with that, you were squirming in my fantasy." Tara said disappointedly. "You can move now." Tara said, and Willow nodded her understanding, relieved that she was finally being shown some leniency. "I just want you to know that I'm not letting you move now because it's getting too hard for you to stay still. I'm doing it because I enjoyed watching you squirm in my fantasy. You're still not allowed to make any noises." Tara explained.
Willow nodded again, still breathing hard. She was loving this new side of Tara. And at the same time, it was almost scaring her.
But either way, it was very much turning her on.
"Now... Here's where I reached up and kind of rubbed you a little bit." Tara said, and she put a little bit of pressure on Willow's womanhood with two fingers and slowly rubbed her in circles. Willow's struggle to remain silent grew infinitely more difficult, even though she was allowed to move now, so she didn't have to divide her concentration between keeping her eyes open, staying silent, and staying still. Willow bit into her lip again, and drew blood. The thick, salty, metallic liquid caused Willow to nearly gag, but if she were to open her mouth, she'd scream, and Tara would stop. So, Willow swallowed her own blood and bit harder so she wouldn't scream.
Tara had seen what had happened, and she grew concerned, but was very grateful for Willow's determination to please her.
"And then, I pulled your panties to the side, and gave you a quick lick." Tara said, and she pulled Willow's panites to the side and leaned in, but then she stopped just before her tongue made contact with Willow's dripping pussy.
Willow's eyes betrayed her panic. Both of them knew Willow would not be able to remain completely silent from here on out. So, Tara thought to reinforce her rule of no sounds.
"Remember, any sounds... any at all, from here on out, until I say you can, and I'll stop, and we'll go to bed. But I'll leave your hands tied so you can't finish yourself off."
Willow's eyes grew even wider as she started to panic even more fiercely. And just at that moment, Tara chose to lick Willow once. Very quickly, so the redhead almost didn't notice it.
"What's wrong?" Tara asked, teasingly. "Didn't feel it? Let me try it again." Tara said, and grinned as she leaned back in again, using her hands to spread Willow's legs even further and licked her again, but harder, and slightly slower. Willow's body was nearly having a seisure as she shook violently from the ocean of pleasure that had been building within her since the beginning.
"Then, I pulled your panties off comepletely," Tara said as she followed her own instructions, "And I told you..." Willow nearly groaned at the thought of having another command to follow. Tara sat up and whispered in Willow's ear, "Don't come. You're not allowed to come."
And with that, Tara thrust two fingers deep inside of Willow, bracing her wrist against her own hips and thrust with her fingers and her hips, creating powerful strokes that sent Willow into spasms of pleasure. Tara attached her lips to Willow's neck and sucked on her pulse point while she continued to thrust. And Willow was on the edge the whole time, remaining quiet and preventing herself from going over the edge through sheer willpower. Her willpower seemed to be so strong, Tara was beginning to think of it as willow-power.
Tara's thrusts were hard, but slow. She thrust like she was keeping time with the second hand on the clock. Tick. Tick. Tick. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
Tick. Thrust.
Tick. Thrust.
Tick. Thrust.
Willow was meeting her thrust for thrust with her own hips.
Finally, after a little more than two minutes, Tara removed her fingers, and Willow's frustration left her in tears.
"Don't worry, Baby... You'll get your release soon. " Willow's determination was renewed as she saw the light at the end of the long, dark, but oh, so enjoyable, tunnel.
Tara got off of Willow's lap again and got on her knees, and Willow suddenly knew how her release was coming. No pun intended. "Feel free to scream." Tara said with a smile. "Just remember... don't come until I say you can."
Willow whimpered. At least she didn't have to stay quiet again. Tara sat up, like she was listening for something.
"What is it?" Willow asked, her voice extremely husky.
"Do you hear that?"
"What?"
"The shower's empty." Tara said with a grin.
Willow smiled weakly and started to get up to go for the bathroom.
"Where are you going?" Tara asked.
"To... the bathroom... I thought-"
"No! I meant they're out of the shower, so the house is quieter." Tara grinned mischievously.
"Oh. What does... that have to... to do with anything?" Willow asked, her voice still husky.
"It means... They'll be able to hear you scream." Tara said as she leaned back in and wrapped her lips around Willow's swollen mound and plunged her tongue in as deep as she could before Willow even had a chance to react. Willow let loose with an ear-shattering scream, and Tara was barely able to hold her down with her hips as Willow bucked wildly. Tara's tongue was darting in and out hard and fast, and Willow thought once again that she would burst with pleasure.
She barely managed to hold back her orgasm the whole time. For almost three full miuntes, she was screaming in ecstasy, and a competition seemed to erupt from the two bedrooms as Faith was working hard to make Buffy scream even louder than Tara had Willow screaming.
"Fuck!" Willow screamed, and Tara puled back just far and long enough to say, "Come for me, Willow." Then she plunged back in and Willow let herself explode, and her essence coated Tara's face. Tara's expert tongue kept diving in and out of Willow's cunt, forcing her to experience multiple orgasms one right after another.
Finally, Willow came down from her high and Tara let her lay back on the bed, grinning. Willow's eyes were drooping with exhaustion. Tara had taken every last ounce of energy Willow had.
When the blonde witch untied Willow's hands, Willow tried to go to work pleasing Tara, but she was stopped.
"No, Willow. You're exhausted. Go to sleep now." Tara said.
"But... But you didn't..." Willow mumbled. It was obvious she'd pass out soon.
"Then you can take care of that tomorrow, if you want. But for now, just sleep." Tara smiled reassuringly and wrapped her arms around Willow after pulling the covers up over them, and they both fell fast asleep, completely satisfied.
So, I figured I'd throw a little bit of Twillow fluff in here. There was obviously no music in this chapter, other than the "songs" Tara made Willow sing. But, I figured, there were two songs in chapter 11, so I made up for it here. :) Hope you enjoyed reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it!