Take It Lying Down

Buffy and Tara waved as Giles pulled away from the curb.

“I told you,” a sullen Anya muttered as the Scoobies trudged through the doorway of the Casa De Summers.

“Yes, Ahn, you did. Many times.” Xander, leaning against the wall, rubbed ruefully at the bruise covering the left side of his face.

“Goddess, that was weird.” Tara sighed wearily.

Willow, still hovering in the doorframe, grumbled as she plucked at the huge tears in one of her favourite skirts and brushed in annoyance at the large stains and smaller tears on her previously multicolored stockings. “I’m never getting this out, and my skirt is ruined too. Buffy, how can you afford so many new clothes all the time? Slayage sure is rough on the ol’ wardrobe.”

Tara looked fondly at her lover, who was still swiping irritably at her ruined stockings and muttering something under her breath – about vegetables, she thought. Willow looked so cute. The copper hair she loved so much stuck out in all directions, and a smear of mud decorated her beautiful face, which was currently twisted into a cranky look. Tara felt her heart swell as she took in the adorable picture. Her mind turned back to the threat she had made earlier and a small, but wicked grin flew across her face.

“Will, come in and shut the door, will you? ‘s cold in here.” Willow complied and the gang trooped after the Slayer into the lounge. Buffy had an odd look on her face, still astonished at the evening’s bizarre events. “I’m freezing. Who’s for some creamy, hot chocolately goodness? I’ll make. Really though, I never thought…”

“I WARNED you! I’ve warned you for years! Why don't you annoying people ever listen to me?”

Xander settled with a groan and his ‘now-you’ve-done-it’ face into the nearest armchair.

“Yes, but Anya, bunnies?” the Slayer continued, still incredulous. “Lil’ bitty bunnies, so cute, and - and fluffy? Who would have thought bunnies could be so…evil?”

“I did!” ground out the ex-vengeance demon, teeth bared as she ensconced herself firmly on Xander’s lap.

“Hey, hey! Anya, c’mon, don’t go all Vesuvius on me. At least, not while you’re actually ON me. And really Ahn, it always did seem a little farfetched…” Xander began, but was interrupted by an impatient redhead.

“Xander, leave her alone. Everyone, Anya was right. Deal with it.” Willow's eyebrows rose, amazed at the sentence she was uttering even as it escaped her lips. Tara cocked her head to the side in amused puzzlement.

“Yes I was.” said Anya, looking inordinately pleased with herself. “So there, Miss Know-It-All Rosenberg.” Willow's eyebrows shot up even further.

“Anya, Willow was the one sticking up for you!” Tara laughed.

“Oh.” A slight pause. “Sorry, force of habit. Thank you, Willow.” Pause. “So there, everyone else.” Anya very carefully stuck her tongue out at everyone but Willow.

“Well, I’ll never make that mistake again.” muttered Willow. She loped over to the sofa, pausing only to plump up the pillows before sprawling across it lengthwise. Stretching out, luxuriating in the feeling of the tiny crystals of pain working themselves out of her muscles, Willow yawned. Although the fight had only lasted an hour or two, it seemed like days since she and Tara had been rudely interrupted by the bunnyplague. Looking over at her lover, who was still gazing at her adoringly, she patted the space between her knees in silent invitation.

Tara grinned and lay down in the proffered vacancy, Willow’s arms automatically twining around her from behind. She loved having her girlfriend pressed against her chest. Their breathing rose and fell, settling into a natural matching rhythm. Tara shivered, half with happiness, half with the coldness that had crept over the house. Willow felt her lover tremble, heard the shiver in her intake of breath.

“Buffy? It’s like Antarctica in here. Do you think we could turn up the heat?”

“Sorry, Will – the heating is busted. I think it went yesterday. Mom’ll get it fixed when she comes back, but they won't be back from L.A. for a few days yet. And… hey, what are you complaining about? I’m the one who doesn’t have a Tara to keep me warm.”

“And you can’t have her either. This one is mine.” Willow intoned, a mock-serious look on her elfin face, provoking a giggle from the blonde stretched out between her legs.

“Hang on a sec.’ Buffy made her way into the hallway, returning seconds later with a large blanket and an apologetic face. “Best I can do, I’m afraid…”

“No, it’s fine, really…” Tara softly smiled her thanks at the slayer as Willow fussed the blanket into place.

Xander shivered and rubbed Anya’s bare arms for her as she curled into his lap, a strange contented smile still on her face. “Where’s ours?”

“Get your own, you lazy bum. You know where they’re kept.”

“What did they do to rate the special fetch-and-carry treatment?”

“Hey, if Tara hadn’t exploded those last bunnies, you would have come out of that fight a lot worse off than you did. We all would have been in serious trouble. I think that rates a little manual-labour, thank you.” Buffy headed for the kitchen to make the drinks.

Xander nodded goodnaturedly at Tara and dropped her a wink. "Yeah Tara, you were Queen of the Bunnies tonight."

"Queen of the Exploding Bunnies, thank you very much." Anya finished for him. Turning to Tara, she qualified, "That has a way nicer ring to it."

Tara blushed fiercely, but grinned at her friends.Willow held her close and smiled proudly. "And you called me the cool monster fighter," Will muttered against Tara's neck. As her lover's breath hit her skin, the blonde licked her lips even as they twisted into her trademark lopsided smile. Under the blanket, Tara ran her hands up and down Willow's stockinged legs. Small holes pockmarked the otherwise smooth surface, and Tara's fingertips toyed with them. Circling the tiny flaws, she let her fingernails scrape gently on the exposed skin. Behind her, Tara felt the redhead tense and shift slightly, and she smiled again as she weighed up the options.

An annoyed " Dammit!" floated from the kitchen. A sheepish Slayer emerged, holding a jar. "I put salt in the cocoa instead of sugar." The gang laughed, and Anya smirked at her. She turned back to the kitchen, throwing "I'll make some more. Won't be too long," over her shoulder.

"Well, this could take all night," Xander rolled his eyes.

"I'm going to watch TV. Jerry Springer is nearly over." Anya decided. A commercial became audible as she turned the television on . "The only people in America with lives weirder than ours," Anya thought out loud.

A rough part of one of Tara's fingernails caught on the filmy material of Willow's stockings. As she pulled her hand away, she felt the material pucker and tear further along the hole the evening's activities had created. Fingers stroked newly exposed skin experimentally as an innocent smile creased her face. Tara grasped the edges of the tear and pulled gently, making a hole big enough to slip her hand in. Willow gave a start at the sudden increase in contact, and leaned into the blonde's neck, a teasing smile crossing her face ."You vixen, cut that out. Are you trying to turn me on?" she muttered into her lover's ear.

Tara turned her head slightly to look Willow in the eye
"I have to try now?" A laugh bubbled up and Willow's green eyes crinkled with mirth. Tara winked at her and turned back to her ministrations, tearing the hole even wider.

Tara slid her fingers along the length of Willow’s thigh, reveling in the way her touch made the beautiful redhead writhe. Letting her eyes unfocus and the sounds of the television become muffled around her, Tara let the detail of Willow’s skin envelop her senses. She smiled mischievously to herself as the redhead’s skin bubbled into goose pimples under the pads of her fingers. Immersed in sensation, Tara felt the familiar low throb settle into her belly. She felt her heartbeat quicken and her blood began to sing in her veins.

Willow’s breath hitched in her throat, a tiny sound that only Tara could hear, but one that drove her over the edge.

Fuck it.

Tara sat forward ever so slightly, to give her right arm enough room to slide behind her back. As she did so, she turned her head to look at their friends. As Willow glanced at her quizzically, Tara asked innocently, "So, what's the topic today?"

"' My Breasts Weigh 40 Pounds Each'," replied Anya, engrossed in the commercial that was just ending.

"Ew." Willow screwed up her face in disgust, but Xander sat up straighter, a pleased smile crossing his features as the camera panned across Jerry's well endowed guests.

"Hey, that one looks like Britney Spears. With larger... uh, hair."

"Oh, down boy," Anya scowled at him. "Those women are frightening. And Britney Spears? Please. She's stupid. If I had a television show, I wouldn't let her on it."

"Me neither," Buffy interjected from the kitchen.

"I see you still haven't learned all that much about the human male, Ahn..." Xander began

Willow, who wasn't really in the mood to listen to one of Xander's daily how-to-be-a-human lectures, opened her mouth to tell him so. And then shut it fast as her eyes widened in shock.

A hand was sliding up the inside of her right thigh. Warm fingers were rippling small patterns across instantly warming skin. Willow felt a dull puddle of heat form in her center, and she clenched her teeth to stop the gasp that was fighting her throat for release.

Tara shifted again, and her other hand slid up Willow's left leg. "Going commando tonight, Will?" she breathed into her lover's ear teasingly, her fingers telling her the answer as Willow's stockings quickly became soaked.

The redhead's eyes were still large with fright."Don't... what are you doing? You can't... Tara... They're. Sitting. Right. There!" she ground out.

As she gave a low, throaty laugh, Tara's fingers grasped the crotch of the sodden stockings. Piercing the material with her fingernails, she tore a large hole, ripping the gasp Willow was fighting so hard from her throat.

"You 'kay Will?' Xander asked. Terrified, Willow nodded far too many times, and flapped her hands at the screen in feigned interest. When Xander turned his attention back to the enormous breasts, Tara twisted her head again and captured Willow's ear in her teeth, biting down almost hard enough to cause pain. Teeth clenched around Willow's lobe, Tara's gutteral growl made Willow's clit twitch.

" I told you...." Tara's fingers began to stroke her silken folds, and Willow's blood roared in her ears.

"Oh my god! That woman's breasts are three times the size of her head!"

"... you would pay..." Willow's eyes nearly popped out of her head as two fingers slid inside her. Terror threatened to consume her whole.

"Heheheheh. Yeah."

"... for what you did to me." Tara's other hand engaged itself with Willow's clit, soaking fingers sliding gently in a pattern that she imagined her tongue soon would travel. Willow's nipples, hard as diamonds, rubbed against Tara's back through their shirts. With this exquisite feeling, Tara felt the warmth from her center expand into a hard throb which threatened to take her over.

Willow couldn't hear anything but the roar of her veins and the overwhelmingly loud beat of her million-mile an hour heart. Suddenly, she became convinced that Xander and Anya must be able to hear it.

"Tara, you can't, I..." Willow's muscles slowly started to contract around Tara's fingers, and she fought a losing battle to keep a blank face.

Buffy came back into the room, carrying a tray laden with mugs. Putting the tray down, she setled herself crosslegged on the floor. "No salt in them this time, I promise. All is go with the sweetness.... Oooh! Xander, that's disgusting! Turn it off! Turn it off!" Anya cackled loundly at Buffy's distress.

As she felt a third finger enter her, Willow let out a muted yell. "...Tara!" The gang jumped at her outburst and looked at her in surprise.

"Yes, baby?" Tara asked innocently, tilting her head to face her lover, even as she bent her fingers slightly to stroke Willow's rough front wall.

Unable to keep even a vaguely straight face, Willow stammered out "Shoudn't we ... shouldn't we come... I mean go... to that thing? In the place? The one with the... stuff?"

"Well, aren't we descripto-gal tonight, Will," quipped Xander.

Withdrawing her fingers before if was too late, Tara gave Willow's clit one last gentle stroke. Her pussy throbbed and clamoured for it's own attention. The lesson was over. It was time to go home. Now. Tugging down Willow's skirt and removing the blanket, she stood and straightened her clothing surreptitiously. "I - it's getting late. We'd better go,"

"Yeah, I don't want to be too tired. I have an oral exam in the morning," deadpanned Willow, eyes flashing at her girlfriend. Tara couldn't stop her face from crumpling in laughter, and she quickly looked at the TV screen.

"Look at that guy's... ummm... shirt. Funny." she covered badly.

"It's too late to go now. You can stay here tonight. You guys can sleep in Mom's room. I don't like being alone in the house anyway - it feels weird with Dawn and Mom gone."

"Okay!" Willow quickly agreed, grabbing her lover's hand. "Well, tired now sleep sounds good hey Tara let's go night guys!" The two witches, hands clasped tightly, turned and practically ran from the room.

"What about your..." Buffy called after them, and finished in a small, disappointed voice "...chocolate?"

Tara smirked as Willow muttered in her ear, "Oh, you are SO gonna get it, missy,"

"Hey, watch it Rosenberg, or I'll explode you like a bunny," Tara giggled as she fled up the stairs, her lover in close pursuit.