Always
By Fyre
Author: Fyre
Rating: *Just* NC17
Pairing: Willow/Tara
Improv: hidden -- jade -- memento -- possession
Spoilers: None apart from the actual pairing.
Notes: Kirsty challenged me to write a fic that was romantic, with a
canon couple (a first for me) with no one dying and no one getting
hurt. AND (evil of all evils) to say something nice about Riley.
Well, I did it. And I feel dirty now. I have to go and write a
killing fic now. *grumbles and stomps off*
Dedicated: To evil person - Kirsty. For being E.V.I.L!
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Sitting back in her chair, Willow sighed, tapping at the keys of
her laptop. Her latest paper was finally finished. Between killing
the undead, writing papers, attending most of her classes, she had
only just found time to sleep.
Behind her, her most precious possession stirred in the bed, yawned
and sat up. She smiled sleepily, running a hand through her tousled
blonde hair. "Morning."
Glancing over her shoulder, Willow smiled. "Afternoon."
The blonde Wiccan swung her feet out from beneath the sheets, ran a
hand lightly over her face to mask another yawn. "It is not." She
pouted, rising and approaching her lover. After sharing a soft kiss,
the blonde moved towards the door of the bedroom. "Don't go anywhere."
"Didn't plan to." Watching her nude lover walk out of the room, she
smiled, turned her attention back to the screen, hitting the print.
It seemed like an eternity until the still-nude Tara returned from
the bathroom. "Been drinking too much again, have you?"
Tara laughed softly. Her hands slid over the red head's shoulder,
arms around her. "You're teasing me again."
Tilting her head, Willow met the other girl's eyes with a small
smile. "Sorry, Tara. Nothing's wrong is it?" She asked, resting her
forehead against her lover's breasts. Tara brushed a light kiss over
her head. "You slept in late and all that time at the bathroom..."
"Don't be silly." Her hand stroked down Willow's cheek, tilted her
face up. "It's the weekend anyway." She bent, pressed a kiss to the
red head's lips. "I can do what I like when I like and who I like."
One hand slid beneath Willow's nightshirt, her other still cradling
her lover's face tenderly.
Arching against the blonde's touch, Willow sighed contentedly. "Is
that a fact?" She whispered, drawing Tara's lips down to hers.
"Mmm-hmm." Taking Willow by the hand, she pulled her to her feet
gently. "You've been working too hard." She chastised. Willow started
to protest, was stifled by soft fingertips and a quiet smile. "You're
half-asleep. You might say something you'll regret." She
paused. "What happened last night? You were in late..."
"Someone created a pack of vampires." She groaned as Tara's hands
kneaded at the tense muscles in her shoulders. "There were ten of
them. They all rose at once." She shook her head. "I don't know what
Buffy would have done if Riley hadn't been there to help us."
"Probably would have found a vibrator and kept herself company."
Tara suggested, eyes dancing with mischief.
Willow shot a half-reproving look at her lover. "Apart from...you
know." She said, in mock sterness. "They fight so well together. I
didn't think she would find anyone who could fight almost as well as
she can."
"And that's when they're a happy couple." Tara turned her lover to
face her, pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'm glad we don't have to
fight like that." Willow nodded, yawned softly. "Oh God, I'm
sorry...making you stand when you could fall asleep on your
feet...come on..."
The red head let herself get steered towards the bed, dropped down
on the edge. Tara sank on her knees between her lover's thighs,
stroking swathes of unbrushed red hair back from the sleepy wiccan's
face.
"You look so beautiful when you don't know what's going on." The
blonde murmured with a small smile, tucking a strand of Willow's hair
behind her ear loosely.
The red head's lips tugged up in a tiny replica of Tara's
smile. "Should I be afraid?" She asked, voice husky with anticipation.
"Of me?" Tara rose on her knees. Eye-to-eye, she cupped Willow's
chin in her hands, shook her head, her thumb skimming Willow's lips.
The red head's tongue flicked out to moisten her lips. "No." There
was that small smile again. "I'm safe."
Lips met, softly at first. Her hands weaving through Willow's hair,
Tara's tongue followed the path her thumb had travelled, seeking
entrance. Willow's lips parted, her arms sliding around Tara, drawing
her closer.
Sighing against one another's lips, tongues met, teasing, playful.
Tara was the first to draw back, her lips lingering for a moment,
stifling any protest, rubbing a lock of red hair between her finger
and thumb.
"You're tired." She said, running her fingers across Willow's brow,
her voice soft. The red head nodded reluctantly, knowing how long it
was since she had spent any quality time with her lover. "Come with
me."
Hand entwined with Tara's, Willow followed her through to the
bathroom, stopping short in awe. Tara looked at her hopefully,
nervous.
Candles decorated the room, drapes adding an air of luxury to the
normally-plain room. The scent of roses lingered softly on the air,
the large bathtub filled to the brim and higher with a cloud of
bubbles.
"Its beautiful." She breathed, drawing Tara to her for another
lingering kiss.
The blonde blushed, ducked her head with her customary shyness. Her
fingers settled on the neat row of buttons up Willow's
nightshirt. "It's to help you relax." She whispered, slowly undoing
each button, her eyes holding Willow's.
Her hand spread the opening of the shirt, running with a feather-
light caress over the bared skin. She puased at the small jade gem
that was suspended between Willow's breasts on a slim chain. A
memento of their first night together, something her lover kept
hidden, close to her heart.
She smiled shyly, gentle fingers brushing over the red head's
breasts. Rosy nipples peaked at her touch and she brushed a kiss over
Willow's parted lips, then bent and pressed a worshipful kiss to
each
waiting nipple.
"Tara..." Tangling her hand through the other girl's sleep-mussed
blonde hair, she pulled her close for a deep kiss. Drawing back, she
touched Tara's lips gently, one hand resting on the blonde's
shoulder. "You know I love you, don't you?"
Her cheeks rosy, Tara nodded, nipped lightly on the finger against
her lip. "The bath's getting cold, though." She reminded her
girlfriend. Raising her hands, she pushed the nightshirt off the
slender shoulders of Willow, laid a row of kisses along Willow's
bared collar-bone. "We don't want to waste it."
The blonde stepped into the water first, drawing Willow after her
her. The red-haired girl sighed contentedly, settling back against
her lover's breasts. Tara's arms loosely draped around her shoulders,
her hands lightly caressing Willow's breasts.
Her hand running lightly up and down Tara's calf beneath the water,
Willow's eyes sank closed, a small smile on her lips as Tara brushed
kisses down her neck, across her slender shoulder, barely more than
the lightest of touches.
Raising her foot out of the water, Willow turned it this way and
that. "How long do you think it takes to get pruney?" She asked,
voice muzzy with sleepiness. Tara laughed, drew her face round for a
gentle kiss.
"I'm sure we could find out." She dropped a puff of bubbles on the
tip of Willow's nose.
"No fair!" The red head tried in vain to blow them off, finally
giving in and raising a dripping hand to swipe them off. Shifting
back, she snuggled against Tara, felt soft arms loop under hers, her
lover's fingers entangling with hers.
A comfortable silence descended, the two girls savouring the time
they had. The water rippled around them, bubbles fizzing softly on
the surface.
It was only when Willow was near sleeping that Tara moved, shifting
to brush her lips over her lover's. "Wake up, sleeping beauty." She
whispered. Rising to her feet, drawing the half-asleep Willow with
her, she smiled.
"I'm up." Willow yawned, rubbed her eyes with a bubble-coated
hand. "Uh...and pruney."
"You have been for a while." Draping a large towel around Willow's
shoulders, she pushed her lover's damp hair back from her rosy
cheeks. Willow smiled sleepily, let Tara towel her down, then lead
her through to the bedroom.
Lifting one of the clean nightshirts from the drawer, Tara turned
to find Willow curled – still wrapped in the towel – on the
bed, fast
asleep. Soft snores rose from the red head, made Tara smile fondly.
Carefully unwrapping Willow, trying not to wake her, she lifted the
sheet and tenderly laid it over the sleeping girl's body. Drying
herself, she slid into the bed behind Willow, wrapped her arms around
the red head.
Muttering in her sleep, Willow yawned and snuggled back, closer
into Tara's gentle embrace, the blonde spooned around her lover.
Entwining her fingers through Willow's she folded their hands over
Willow's breasts, pillowing her head alongside her lover's. Drawing
the sheet over both of them with her free hand, she pressed a kiss to
Willow's shoulder.
"I love you too." She whispered. "Always."
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