TITLE: College Confidential
CHAPTER RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: Willow, Tara and any other characters from the Buffy the Vampire Slayer franchise belong to Joss Whedon, FOX, ME and a whole host of other entities, none of which are me.
PAIRING: Willow/Tara (from Buffy The Vampire Slayer)
SUMMARY: The first part of the prequel to Hacker Confidential and Family Confidential - the college years!
SPOILERS: Perhaps minor references to the show or stealage of dialogue, but nothing that would spoil the series.
FEEDBACK: Yes please
“If my legs will hold me,” Willow replied, still scanning Tara from head to toe.
Tara held out a hand for her to take.
“My hand will hold you.”
Willow beamed and took a firm hold with both hands.
“Then let’s go.”
Willow held Tara’s hand with a gentle swing as they strolled through the city streets. It was in the latter part of twilight with night settling and streetlamps glowing.
They weren’t in any particular rush to any restaurant but Willow was getting peckish enough to warrant some lead being taken.
“So…anywhere take your fancy?”
Tara shook her head.
“Somewhere new, like I said. I want something I’ve never had before.”
“Wow, okay,” Willow replied, thinking, “Well I know you’ve had Chinese and Thai and Italian and American…we had Mexican a couple of times…Vietnamese last week…what about something like Greek or Lebanese?”
“Greek sounds interesting,” Tara replied, “I like those stuffed vine leaves things they do in the cafeteria sometimes. I have that restaurant guide we picked up.”
She handed the leaflet out to Willow who folded it out into a map.
“Let me see if there’s one nearby.”
They stopped and stood up near a wall so they weren’t in anyone’s way while Willow roamed her eyes around the paper.
“Okay there’s one four blocks away but it's only two stars, or there's a better one a few T stops away,” she said, folding the guide away and handing it back to Tara, “I’m taking you to the nice place, case closed.”
“You’re sexy when you’re authoritative,” Tara said with a crooked smile, leaving the guide back into her bag.
“You should see me when it’s my turn to take lead in Chem Lab,” Willow replied, matching her grin, “You’d probably knock the Bunsen burner to the floor and take me right there.”
“I hope it isn’t turned on,” Tara replied, tone appropriately concerned.
“I’d be the only thing turned on,” Willow said, waggling her eyebrows, “Besides you’re the only thing lighting my fire.”
Tara couldn’t help but laugh.
“Is it a two for one on cheese today?”
“You loved it,” Willow replied, bumping Tara’s hip.
Tara put her arm around Willow’s waist.
“I love you.”
Willow smiled shyly and rested her head on Tara’s shoulder for a few moments. They got the train and walked another few blocks to the restaurant Willow had scouted, which had a buzz but tables still available.
They sat at a two-seater by the window and ordered iced tea for them both. Willow was quick to pick up her menu.
“Wow. Boiled octopus,” she said as she scanned the appetizers, “A ‘heck’ and a ‘no’ to that one.”
“It could be delicious,” Tara replied, smiling across the table, “Be adventurous.”
“If I’m trying it, you’re trying it,” Willow countered, hoping that would end it.
Willow’s face fell but she quickly sat up straight.
“Good. Great actually. Can’t wait.”
Tara smiled, bemused, and picked her own menu up.
“It all looks so interesting…what are you getting?”
Willow closed her menu and left it down in front of her.
“The grilled lamb skewers and the fried okra and eggplant. What about you?”
Tara spent another minute looking everything over before deciding.
Willow’s eyes almost bugged out of her head.
“You meant it when you said something new,” she said, shaking her head, “Sorry but you’re on your own with that one.”
“Okay, Ms. Boring,” Tara replied playfully, then stood, “I’ll be right back, I have to go to the bathroom. Order for me if the waitress comes back.”
Willow nodded, eyes still clouded slightly with disgust. Tara returned a few minutes later and settled the napkin back on her lap.
“Did you order?”
“Oh good, I’m getting hungry,” Tara replied, taking a sip from her drink, “I like this place, the yellow and red walls really pop.”
Willow followed Tara’s gaze to the walls but couldn’t stop herself from blurting out.
“Do you wish I was more fun?”
Tara was surprised but just smiled easy and reached over the table to take both of Willow’s hands.
“You’re plenty of fun.”
Willow shook her head.
“I’m not, really. Never go wild.”
“If I wanted wild, I’d go on a safari,” Tara replied, squeezing Willow’s hands, but frowned when her girlfriend looked away, “What brought this on?”
Willow kept her gaze down.
“You said I was boring.”
Tara’s heart almost broke at Willow’s tone and she quickly scooted her chair around one side so they were sitting in an L-shape around in the table instead of across from each other.
“I was just playing. You’re not boring,” she said, lifting a hand to brush some hair away from Willow’s brow, “I get excited at the end of the day knowing I’m coming home to you.”
“To just watch TV and read?” Willow asked, feeling quite inadequate.
“No. To watch TV and read with you. It wouldn’t matter if we were bungee jumping, you’re the common factor,” Tara clarified, touching Willow’s cheek affectionately, “I wouldn’t go out at all if you didn’t take me. If anything I’m the boring one.”
Willow was quick to shake her head.
“No, I just have to be sitting with you and I–”
She stopped as she realised she was repeating almost exactly what Tara was saying and understood the sentiment.
“Sorry. Took it all personal-gal.”
Tara chanced a chaste but sweet kiss on Willow’s cheek.
“That’s okay. I’m glad you said something so you weren’t upset all night.”
Willow put a hand on Tara’s knee under the table.
“Stay there, I like you close.”
“I like being close,” Tara replied, cheeks flushing as Willow slid under her dress and onto her thigh.
Tara pushed her seat in right under the tablecloth to keep their under-the-table antics discreet and found she was quite thrilled by the attention.
“Who says you’re not exciting?”
Willow hadn’t been trying to prove anything, but was delighted by that response. She squeezed Tara’s thigh to elicit a bigger blush, but had to take her hand back when their appetizers arrived.
“I got the grape leaves since you said you liked them.”
“You’re a sweetie,” Tara replied, dipping her finger into the accompanying tzatziki, “Mmm, that’s really tasty.”
Willow’s attention was on the baby octopus, which was served whole in the middle of the plate; legs curled and taunting her. Tara saw her look and went to cut some off.
“I’ll go first.”
She speared it with her fork and chewed it thoughtfully for a few seconds.
“It’s good, Willow,” she said, swallowing it down, “Kinda tastes like lobster.”
“I like lobster…” Willow replied, cautiously poking it, “Okay, here goes…?”
She wasn’t sure she was actually going to do it until she had it in her mouth. She held it there for a second too long.
Tara watched Willow’s eyes widen in a panic and hands start to flap at her face.
“Willow, what’s wrong?” Tara asked, alarmed, rubbing her back vigorously.
They were drawing attention and a couple of people were approaching to help when Willow finally made a grab for her drink and downed it all at once.
She coughed a couple of times when she finished and wiped her mouth, scowling.
“What happened, were you choking?” Tara asked, signalling a silent thank you with her hands at the other patrons as they returned to her seat.
“It wrapped around my uvula! Evil stinkin’ octopus!” Willow spat, feeling a sensation akin to a spider crawling up her back inside her mouth, “You’re on my list, Ursula!”
“Okay, it’s okay,” Tara replied soothingly, doing well not to laugh.
“It just slid right down!” Willow continued, unable to shake the feeling. It hadn’t hindered her breathing but it was alarming and unpleasant all the same.
Tara quickly covered the plate with her napkin.
“Look, it’s gone,” she said, pushing it away so Willow didn’t have to see, “Have a vine leaf.”
She dipped one in the sauce and held it up to Willow’s lips. Willow wasn’t keen to put anything else in her mouth, but couldn’t resist the allure of eating from Tara’s fingers.
She bit it off and let her tongue take a sneaky poke of Tara’s skin and chewed it slowly. It went down a lot easier and the flavours masked what had come before. Taking the second bite from Tara made the experience two-fold.
“Yeah, they’re nice,” she admitted, eyes glancing down to Tara’s fingers, “Very nice.”
Tara rubbed the small of Willow’s back again for comfort. Willow accepted another stuffed vine leaf from Tara’s hand and her cheeks started to calm down from the flame that had come on them.
She offered one back to Tara the same way, who took it with a smile and they were right back in their own little world. Their dishes were taken and mains served, and Willow was far more in her comfort zone as she gnawed on her skewers.
“What’s your goat like?” she asked as Tara ate a piece of the meat from her stew.
“I don’t know how to describe it, really,” Tara replied, wiping the corner of her mouth with her napkin, “It’s strong. It’s good. Do you want to try some?”
“Sorry, I just can’t.”
“You don’t have to,” Tara replied lovingly, “Is your lamb nice?”
“Yeah, it’s delicious,” Willow replied, offering her a piece.
They ate their meals with no disruption this time and shared a baklava for dessert; mostly sharing forkfuls and sweet smiles over the glow of the candle in the middle of the table.
Tara had slipped her shoe off and was running her toes along Willow’s calf.
“I hope that’s your foot,” Willow said, head resting on her fist as she gently rubbed Tara’s arm.
“I hope it is too,” Tara replied, smiling sweetly.
Willow knew they were getting to the limit of physical contact that Tara was comfortable with in public and needed a little cool air herself.
“Will I get the check?” she asked, hand sliding from Tara’s arm.
Tara nodded, so they paid and headed out. They strolled back towards the T station, but Tara was starting to wiggle as they neared.
“I need to go the bathroom.”
“You have the tiniest bladder in the world,” Willow remarked, shaking her head.
“I was fixing my lipstick earlier, not peeing,” Tara replied, flushing slightly with embarrassment.
Willow pointed up ahead.
“Go into that hotel up there.”
Tara walked ahead and went inside, while Willow waited outside patiently. When Tara didn’t reappear after a few minutes, Willow went investigating to make sure her girlfriend hadn’t fallen into the toilet. She found Tara looking into a function room where music was playing, and as she approached, saw some dancing.
“There you are,” she said, coming up and putting a hand on the small of Tara’s back.
“They’re having a dance social,” Tara said back, pointing to a poster hanging on the door.
“Did I walk into the 1950’s?”
Tara took Willow’s hand and pulled her into the room.
“Come dance with me.”
Willow tried to skid to a halt.
“This is dancing-dancing. Not general flailing in front of a band. Or Snoopy dancing. Or dance-machine dancing. This is real dancing.”
The other couples, young and old, were dancing a waltz, so Tara put one hand behind Willow’s shoulder and held their opposite hands out at a ninety degree angle.
“You can do it,” she said with a soft encouraging smile, “When I go forward, you go back; when I go left, you go right. We go side to side together.”
Willow gaped down at their feet and tried to follow as best she could, albeit with some stumbling and foot-stepping. Everyone politely clapped everyone else when the music finished, and a small, tanned, European-looking man approached Tara, tapping her shoulder and offering his hand with a charming smile.
Tara declined with a gracious shake of her head.
“It’s okay, I don’t mind,” Willow interrupted, stepping back with an embarrassed smile, “You should dance with someone good.”
“I mind,” Tara replied, taking a step towards Willow, “I don’t want to dance with anyone but you.”
She looked behind to the man.
He just smiled and moved onto someone else while new music started, still slow but not a defined dance. Tara took the stance with Willow again and started to lead them around.
“I wouldn’t have minded if you said yes,” Willow said, following without realising.
“I know, but I didn’t want to,” Tara replied, smiling, “I didn’t come in here to dance, I came in here to dance with you. Have you forgotten what I said earlier already?”
“No,” Willow replied, smiling back, then ducked her head.
“What?” Tara questioned, finding Willow’s eyes.
Willow smiled sheepishly.
“Just had a funny thought.”
“I like funny thoughts,” Tara encouraged.
“That I want to learn so I don’t embarrass you on our wedding day,” Willow said softly, keeping her eyes locked with Tara.
“You won’t embarrass me,” Tara replied without missing a beat.
“How do you know?” Willow asked, eager to be as assured as Tara.
Tara’s eyes twinkled and she twirled Willow on the spot.
“Because you’re doing it right now.”
Willow gasped as her hand connected with Tara’s again and her whole face brightened.
“I did a twirl! And I’m dancing! Properly!”
She got so excited she inadvertently took over the lead, which Tara fell into seamlessly. The music turned slower and they naturally gravitated together; Willow with her hands on Tara’s hips and Tara with her arms crossed behind Willow’s neck.
“Are you really gonna marry me?” Willow asked softly, though her smile said she already knew the answer.
“Wild horses couldn’t stop me,” Tara replied, getting in a discreet nose-bump.
Willow, however, just pouted.
“Why would you ruin a lovely moment by bringing up those mean things?”
“I’m sorry,” Tara replied, doing her best to sound contrite through a smile, “No horses and no octopus.”
“And no frogs,” Willow added, shuddering.
Tara leant her head onto Willow’s shoulder and whispered in her ear.
Willow copied the motion and they just swayed, holding each other. Some faster music came on and they bowed to each other with big smiles.
“Wanna get out of here?” Tara asked, touching Willow’s collarbone.
“I thought you wanted to dance,” Willow replied, gesturing around.
“I do,” Tara replied, gaze dropping momentarily to Willow’s lips, “In private.”
Willow had flashes of them dancing alone in their dorm before she registered Tara’s tone. She let Tara grab her hand and pull her out so they could make their way to the T station.
“They must think we’re the biggest weirdos in there,” Willow said, as they walked.
“Which makes a big change from everyone else,” Tara remarked with a sideways smile.
Willow laughed and wrapped her arm around Tara’s waist. They walked like that onto the train and huddled together around a pole. It was only a few stops until theirs and they made their way back to campus. Tara stopped at the vending machine to get a bottle of water. She was digging in her purse for some change, so Willow produced some quarters from her pocket and handed them to her.
“Thanks,” Tara said with a smile, slotting them in so she could get her water, “We need another cafeteria raid soon, we’re running low on stash-stuff.”
“I have some emergency Oreos in my nightstand,” Willow said quite seriously as she let them into their room, “You can have some if you want.”
“Well if that isn’t a grand gesture of love, I don’t know what is,” Tara replied, kissing Willow’s shoulder blade from behind, and sliding her hands around to her girlfriend’s stomach.
Willow felt a whisper of a touch against the back of her neck as Tara brushed her hair aside, then a brushing of lips against her skin in the same place. Tara’s hands slid around to Willow’s hips where she bunched up the fabric of the dress and starting lifting it up and over her body and head.
“You’re just going right for it, huh?” Willow asked, feeling the warm press of Tara against her exposed back.
“I just thought you might be a little warm,” Tara replied, turning Willow around and gently pushing Willow into the desk chair, “And a little tired.”
Willow felt one strap of her bra fall off her shoulder of its own accord and she reached behind to release herself. She scooted her hips forward on the chair as she watched Tara get on her knees and kiss her thighs.
Her breath quickened as Tara’s lips pressed against her panties and she gasped as the fabric was taking between her girlfriend’s teeth and dragged off.
Tara dropped Willow’s panties from her mouth and placed her hands on her girlfriend’s thighs. She opened them and kissed inwards; impatient as her tongue lapped over the arousal spilled out on Willow’s skin.
She traced Willow’s outer lips with a finger then gently held her open and slipped her tongue in to explore. She caressed Willow’s tender flesh with her lips, moistening them and tasting her at the same time.
Willow held onto the arms of the chair and tilted her neck over the back. She purred a moan through her lips as Tara bathed her clit and made her abdomen bubble with pleasure.
Her hips slowly rose up to meet Tara’s mouth; moans stringing along with longer syllables each time, until her hips just met air. Her head twisted back as she puffed a breath of frustration but it was short-lived as she got to watch Tara undress herself with a sexy sway.
Tara snapped her bra off and revealed her breasts to a near-drooling Willow. She held her hands out as if an offer to dance, which Willow took without hesitation. She pulled Willow close until their bodies were grazing each other, then took hold of her girlfriend’s cheeks and kissed her deeply.
Willow was quick to respond, pushing her tongue into Tara’s mouth whilst also pushing her girlfriend’s body up against the door. Tara felt her belly churn with the excitement of Willow’s dominance. She wrapped her arms around Willow’s back and then dropped to her butt. She pulled and picked up Willow in one quick movement and deposited her on the desk, tossing the various papers, notebooks and pens off in the process.
Willow was slightly dazed by the quick change but didn’t have time to process it much as Tara was spreading her legs and slipping two fingers inside her. She gasped and moaned; clawing at Tara’s back and wrapping her legs around her girlfriend’s waist to hold her in.
She twisted her hips into Tara’s hand, quivering when a thumb slid up through her lips and rubbed her clit. She held on and let it build for a minute, then let the feelings engulf her; coming with a gentle but indenting bite on Tara’s shoulder.
She could feel Tara’s heavy breath hitting against her ear and it stirred her all over again. She turned her head in and kissed her girlfriend’s ear.
“You are so sexy…”
Tara slowly lifted her head and looked around, noticing the mess she’d made.
“Did I ruin your homework?”
Willow leaned back so her head was resting against the wall.
“I don’t care…”
Tara couldn’t hide her surprised look and took Willow’s head in her hands.
“Oh no, I turned your brain to mush,” she said dramatically, “Are you in there, Willow? I’ll find you.”
Willow ducked her head and smiled, then started to wiggle.
“My butt is numb.”
Tara slipped her hands under Willow and squeezed her cheeks.
“I can fix that.”
Willow moaned appreciatively, which made Tara’s belly flutter. Tara continued to rub Willow’s butt and leaned over to kiss her at the same time. She intended it to be slow but gave in to her desires and pushed for more.
Willow welcomed Tara’s tongue into her mouth and inhaled from her sharply when she was lifted up. Her legs tightened around Tara again to take most of her weight as they fumbled their way over to a tangled mess on the bed.
Willow rolled half on top of Tara and went in to kiss her a couple of times, but stopped just short. She grinned when Tara let out a little dissatisfied grunt each time.
“I might not be wild but at least I can drive you wild.”
Tara curled the end of a piece of Willow’s hair through her fingers and looked up through her eyelashes, eyes dilated and dark.
“Is that a promise?”
Willow felt like the breath was being slowly pulled out of her body as Tara looked at her like that and she climbed fully on top, pressing their bodies together.
“You bet it is.”
She dropped her lips to Tara’s collarbone and kissed up to her throat, scraping her teeth against her girlfriend’s skin when she felt her larynx popped out. Her thigh slipped between Tara’s legs and pressed up against her heat.
She felt Tara tremble under her lips and a distinct flow of wetness on her thigh. Her teeth nipped Tara’s ear and she lifted her head up to look her girlfriend in the eye. She opened her mouth, but closed it again and looked off to the side for a moment. She placed a hand on Tara’s chest and slid it down to cup her breast, catching a nipple between the sides of her fingers, up and down.
“Do you trust me?” she asked, pressing a kiss onto the corner of Tara’s mouth.
Tara took a piece of hair either side of Willow’s head and tugged her gently, leaning in for a kiss.
“Do you have to ask?”
Willow allowed their lips to connect and linger but broke it before Tara could deepen it.
Tara’s lips were plump and begging to be kissed.
“I trust you, Willow,” she said through a soft exhale.
They stayed in an eye-lock for another few seconds in which Tara had to make a conscious effort not to look away as heat pooled in her belly. Willow brushed their lips together delicately, then moved off and padded over to the closet.
Tara was too busy watching Willow’s ass go and breasts return that she didn’t notice that her girlfriend had brought a scarf back to the bed until it was being waved in her face.
Tara was still staring at the scarf and blinked when she realised Willow had spoken. She had to wrack her brain to make sense of the seemingly bewildering question, but finally remembered their first time and how they had invented a safe word before ever even knowing what a safe word was.
“Yes,” she said, voice raspy and breathless as Willow tied the scarf around her head and covered her eyes, “I remember hippopotamus.”
She closed her eyes while it was going on, then opened them to darkness when Willow’s hands moved away. She could feel movements in the mattress as Willow moved around but couldn’t pinpoint exactly where and found the unknowing quite thrilling.
Willow watched Tara’s head move around and hands feel for her but kept out of reach for the moment. When Tara stopped moving and just laid there, Willow climbed back over and pressed a kiss just above her bellybutton, then dipped her tongue in.
She heard a hitched breath leave Tara’s mouth, so licked right down to her girlfriend's mound but stopped short of her lips. Tara tried to buck up to make the connection but Willow anticipated it and lifted herself away.
She blew some hot air against Tara’s wet flesh and revelled in the quake of her girlfriend’s thighs as a response. She licked what had spilled out onto her girlfriend’s thighs, then moved off again, jarring Tara who had to clamp her legs together to get some relief.
Willow went around the room collecting a few items, while Tara grew irritated with the complete lack of contact or knowledge of what was going on.
“Willow, come on.”
Willow left her assortment of items on the bed beside them and moved to straddle Tara.
“Patience, Tara,” she said, leaning right over to whisper in her girlfriend’s ear, “Don’t make me tie up the rest of you.”
She pulled back enough to watch Tara’s mouth drop and was glad her girlfriend couldn’t see the nervous grin she was displaying in response to her own boldness. Her mouth moved back to Tara’s ear and she tickled the lobe with her tongue.
Tara arched her body up to press into Willow’s; her loss of sight heightening all her other senses. Her body was humming with sensitivity and she could smell their mutual arousal so much she could almost taste it. She mourned the loss of Willow’s body deeply when her girlfriend sat back and made it known with an audible moan.
“Don’t worry baby, I’m not leaving again,” Willow reassured, picking up one of her items, a fuzzy pencil topper.
She turned it upside down and brushed it over Tara’s stomach, who jumped at the unexpected touch. Willow grinned and brought it up around her breasts and nipples as if dusting them off.
The fleeting sensation was quite arousing to Tara, whose nipples swelled under the touch. Willow loved seeing her pebbling skin and couldn’t resist a little lick on each one to help things along. When she was satisfied with their level of strain, she picked up the pencil that the topper had been attached and rolled it along Tara’s abs.
Tara found the sensation quite pleasant, the light pressure just enough to spread the warmth in her belly. After a minute or two, Willow brought her short nails into the mix, bringing out another string of moans from Tara.
Willow was in her element, towering over Tara and feeling each writhe and wiggle as it shook through her girlfriend and up through her.
She moved back just enough to sit between Tara’s legs and coaxed her thighs apart.
Tara let out a soft breath, thinking Willow was finally going to touch her, but instead was treated to another surprised as something cold and metal pressed against her clit.
Willow moved the spoon gently around on Tara’s clit, watching her girlfriend’s face and how she gently bit her lip as she enjoyed the movement.
After a minute, Tara released her lip and looked in the general direction she could feel Willow at.
“Yeah?” Willow asked, stilling her hand.
“Don’t put anything inside me…that’s not you,” Tara said, hoping she wasn’t breaking the moment.
“I would never without totally clearing it with you first,” Willow reassured quite lovingly, and moved the spoon off and away, “Time for the next thing anyway.”
Tara was frustrated but in the best possible way and couldn’t stop a crooked grin from sliding onto her face.
“You are wild. A wild thing.”
“Do I make your heart sing?” Willow asked, straddling Tara again.
Tara grinned more.
“You make everything…”
“Groovy…” Willow completed, tearing open a packed of pop rocks with a teeth and pouring some onto her tongue.
Before they all popped, she laid down right on Tara and kissed her deeply. Tara had no idea what was going on inside their mouths but it was delicious and highly pleasurable, so she welcomed it and Willow inside.
They kissed hungrily, grinding their bodies together until the fizzles stopped.
“What was that?” Tara asked breathlessly, still licking her lips and tasting the tang.
“Pop rocks,” Willow answered, quite proud she had thought to use them that way, “I had no idea what it would be like but I was getting something else from the fridge and I saw the pack and thought ‘hmm’. And it was very ‘hmm’!”
Tara’s eyebrows rose, but they were hidden by the scarf.
“What else were you getting from the fridge?”
Willow grabbed the pot of chocolate pudding and peeled back the foil lid.
“My last thing from my bag of tricks…”
She scooped a little up with her finger and smeared it between Tara’s breasts then licked it off. Tara couldn’t figure out the gloopy texture from the brief moments it spent on her skin.
“What is it?”
Willow dipped her finger into the pudding again, then pressed it against Tara’s lips.
Tara’s tongue tentatively poked out and licked Willow’s fingertip, testing to see what was there. She licked there again, then pursed her lips over Willow’s finger and sucked it completely into her mouth.
“Good?” Willow asked breathlessly, aroused as she watched Tara’s tongue and lips move.
Tara released Willow’s finger, her lips quirking upwards with just a hint of a smile.
Willow dug two fingers into the pudding and pressed them against Tara’s lips again, pushing them gently into her mouth.
“Have some more.”
Tara took the hint and sucked Willow’s fingers into her mouth again, dragging her lips along them and finding every hint of chocolate.
Willow was slowly turning into a puddle watching her fingers move and imagining them move in a similar way but much lower down. She couldn’t stop herself from moaning when Tara sensed the affect she was having and took hold of her wrist and really went for it.
Unable to contain the column of stifling heat surrounding her, she took her hand back and made a grab for Tara; lips sizzling into her skin wherever they landed.
Tara let out a sound of surprise, then a giggle, and finally a satisfied moan as Willow kissed her all over.
Each touch felt so amplified under the guise of darkness and Willow was doing a great job of misdirecting her so each one was a surprise as well. She was sprawled out, moaning and breathing Willow’s name every so often when she felt her tummy tightening with desire.
Willow caressed Tara’s thighs as she kissed right at the point of tension below her girlfriend’s belly button. She watched Tara’s hands clasp the sheet and could see the light sheen already formed on her skin.
She sat back a bit and touched Tara’s ankles and feet for a few moments, enough to throw her off the scent that she almost screamed when Willow’s tongue delved between her open legs and between her lips.
Tara bit her bottom lip so hard it almost bled to try and contain the unexpected rush of heat and her hand fell to Willow’s head to encourage her. She felt Willow’s hands on her thighs, squeezing her soft flesh and indenting it softly with her fingertips.
Her body was straining and her obscured vision made her feel like she was almost floating on air with no visuals to impede the fantasy. Both hands were on Willow’s head now, pulling her in with each tender lick to her clit.
Her ankles turned in towards each other as the first waves broke and just one quiet sound passed her lips as she came; the intensity too internal to let any out, flushing through her body.
Willow pressed open-mouth kisses along Tara’s heated flesh to ease her down and rubbed the tops of her girlfriend’s thigh until she was so still Willow thought she was asleep.
She put a hand on Tara’s belly and rubbed it gently as she climbed up and curled into her girlfriend’s side. She nuzzled into Tara’s shoulder for a moment, then untied the scarf and took it off. Tara brought her hands up to shield her eyes from the influx of light and groaned.
“Oh sorry, sorry!” Willow said, quickly shifting so her head shaded Tara, “Hey, how’s that?”
Tara dropped her hands, squinted for a moment, then smiled.
“Mmm…” she said, sluggishly reaching up to touch Willow’s cheek, “Much better.”
Willow’s cheeks flushed happily and she pressed a soft, chaste kiss to Tara’s lips.
“You liked it?”
Tara nodded, smiling lazily.
“Great, but I missed your face.”
“My face is here now…” Willow replied, turning her head in for another kiss.
Tara moved her hand to the back of Willow’s neck and gently pulled her on top. Their sweaty bodies gently glided then settled on each other.
They eventually parted but stayed like that, Willow kissing Tara’s shoulders.
“We have to dance more often.”
Tara laughed softly into Willow’s neck.
“Every day. Private dancing.”
“Sign me up,” Willow replied, resting their foreheads together, “I’m so completely in love with you.”
Tara brought a hand up and stroked Willow’s hair down to her back.
“I love you too.”
Willow smiled happily and rested her cheek on Tara’s shoulder.
“I don’t wanna move.”
“Then don’t,” Tara replied, curling the ends of Willow’s hair.
Willow inhaled deeply, then let it all out with a soft sigh.
“My happy place…my happiest place. My favourite person. You.”
- College Confidential (Chapter 68)