Take It Lying Down
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Adult ++
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2
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6,365
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11
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Take It Lying Down
Title: Take It Lying Down
Author: Tahlia
Summary: Willow learns that when it comes to Tara, it doesn't pay to be a tease.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Willow/Tara
Feedback: desired.
Characters: Willow, Tara, Buffy, Anya, Xander, assorted unimportant original characters.
Disclaimer: Joss owns it all, and doesn't share any of it with me.
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Tara, breath electric against her neck as they tumbled, laughing, into a pile of blankets and pillows. The sensual darkening of the most beautiful blue eyes in existence, pupils dilating with need. The heat of shared breath, the heat of skin sliding on skin. The heat of…
“Miss Rosenberg? If I may interrupt?”
“Huh?” Wading slowly through the clouds in her vision, Willow looked up. Someone was frowning at her, someone whose heavy salt-and-pepper eybrows were waggling in distaste. Oh-oh.
“If I’m boring you, Miss Rosenberg, feel free to leave.” Willow anxiously shook her head in reply as her Sociology lecturer glared at her. “Well then, perhaps you would care to answer?”
“I… I don’t know what the question was. I’m sorry, Professor.”
Dr. Kendall sighed heavily. “We were discussing Foucault’s theories about the social perception of sexual deviance.”
Willow’s face quirked into a guilty smile as she recalled her thoughts. Sexual deviance, indeed. Not for the first time, she had found herself daydreaming, thoughts flooded with need for the beautiful blonde who, even now, was waiting for her back in her dorm room. And, not for the first time lately, Willow screwed up her courage and faked her way through another class.
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Tara lay propped up on the bed, typing out her art history assignment on Willow’s laptop. A small click caught her ear. After registering the door opening, she only had time to get out a “Hi baby, how was class?” followed by “Oooff…” as the redhead landed on top of her. “O-ookay then!” she laughed, “I missed you too!”
Straddling Tara’s back, Willow grabbed the laptop and deposited it unceremoniously on the floor. “No time for that.” Willow gently ran her slender, tapered fingers, then her fingernails, down her lover’s back. The blonde shuddered happily as sensitive nerves made her back arch involuntarily and her breath quicken. It quickened still further when she felt teeth bite into the soft skin of her ear, and the hot breath of her lover on her neck.
“Baby, what’s the rush?”
Licking her lips, growling deep in her throat, Willow raised herself from Tara and flipped her lover onto her back. Without a pause, she attacked. Willow’s blood burned as she fiercely claimed Tara’s full lips as her own. It took Tara a moment to register it – as it turned out, a moment too long, as Willow tore open her shirt. Buttons popped, and Tara dimly heard one hit the far wall before her senses closed in under the force of Willow’s kiss. Her beautiful Willow, whose hands were… oh, now that was nice. Very nice.
A low groan from Tara made Willow realise how forceful she was being. She and Tara had always made love slowly, gently… each move carefully considered and even more carefully carried out. What if Tara didn’t like her like this? What if she had hurt her? Pulling back in alarm, Willow stammered her nervousness.
“Baby, did I hurt you? ‘Cos if I hurt you, I can make it better. I’m sorry. I never want to hurt you. I…”
Tara laced her hands in Willow’s hair and pulled her back down. Hard. “Talking stops now.” Their lips mashed together with the force of their kisses, teeth clashing, breath coming with difficulty.
“Are you..”…kiss… “saying…” …kiss… “I don’t…” …kiss… “gettotaketheoralexam?”
“Shut up, Willow,” Tara replied throatily.
The phone rang shrilly on the nightstand next to them, making them both jump. Lips still crushed against Willow’s, Tara reached for it, but the redhead’s hand snaked out to stop her.
“No… let it… screw ‘em… we’re busy.” Willow stated between kisses in a voice dripping with desire. Tara felt herself respond to the low register of Willow's voice, a deep throbbing starting in her lower belly and rapidly moving southward. Happily, she let her hand drop away from the shrieking phone. Instead, she tangled it back in copper curls, nails scraping the back of her Willow's slim neck.
"Goddess, you're beautiful," Tara muttered against busy lips. Biting back a moan, she begged her lover, "Touch me, Willow, please..."
Undoing the buttons on Tara's jeans, Willow tugged them down over wriggling hips eager to shed their confinements. Trying desperately to ignore the harsh ringing of the insistent phone, Willow slipped her hand nearer to the heat radiating from between Tara's legs. The phone cut off abruptly, and both girls murmured in appreciation.
Almost immediately, though, it rang again, screaming like a demanding child and garnering glares from two very annoyed witches.
"Ohhhh, dammit! Shut up!" Willow exclaimed, and grabbed the phone impatiently. “Yes? What?” she demanded into the receiver.
“Will, there’s Scoobyage afoot. I need you.”
“No hello?” Willow almost snapped at her friend. “You know, your timing could be better, Buffy.”
Willow could almost hear Buffy’s brief smile resonate over the phone line. “Sorry to interrupt snuggle-time, Will, but I’m serious. We need you here. Tara, too. This one could be nasty.”
“What is…” Willow began, but trailed off, muttering to the dialtone, “…it. Dammit!”
Shooting Tara a guilty look, Willow slipped off the bed with a heavy sigh and started to put her clothes back in order.
“Willow? Baby? Where are you going?” Another heavy sigh. “No.”
“Sorry, Tar baby, duty calls…”
“What? No! No way. Rosenberg, you can’t leave me like this!” Frustration filled her face. “That’s…that’s just… cruel,” Tara finished lamely.
“But... but I'm not leaving you. You're coming too. We need you, there’s a bad. Could be a big bad. Yet to be seen. Right now it’s a largish-middling bad. Let’s call it a…” Tara placed her fingers over her lover’s babbling mouth and glared at her warningly.
“All right, Willow, we’ll go. But I’m telling you now -you’re going to pay for what you just did to me. You can’t just get a girl all worked up and then abandon her in her hour of need, you know…” Tara smiled and raised an eyebrow at the love of her life, who wasn’t entirely sure whether to be happy or frightened at the warning.
Body throbbing, need, frustration and regret battling each other for ownership of her face, she decided to settle for happy.
Author: Tahlia
Summary: Willow learns that when it comes to Tara, it doesn't pay to be a tease.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Willow/Tara
Feedback: desired.
Characters: Willow, Tara, Buffy, Anya, Xander, assorted unimportant original characters.
Disclaimer: Joss owns it all, and doesn't share any of it with me.
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Tara, breath electric against her neck as they tumbled, laughing, into a pile of blankets and pillows. The sensual darkening of the most beautiful blue eyes in existence, pupils dilating with need. The heat of shared breath, the heat of skin sliding on skin. The heat of…
“Miss Rosenberg? If I may interrupt?”
“Huh?” Wading slowly through the clouds in her vision, Willow looked up. Someone was frowning at her, someone whose heavy salt-and-pepper eybrows were waggling in distaste. Oh-oh.
“If I’m boring you, Miss Rosenberg, feel free to leave.” Willow anxiously shook her head in reply as her Sociology lecturer glared at her. “Well then, perhaps you would care to answer?”
“I… I don’t know what the question was. I’m sorry, Professor.”
Dr. Kendall sighed heavily. “We were discussing Foucault’s theories about the social perception of sexual deviance.”
Willow’s face quirked into a guilty smile as she recalled her thoughts. Sexual deviance, indeed. Not for the first time, she had found herself daydreaming, thoughts flooded with need for the beautiful blonde who, even now, was waiting for her back in her dorm room. And, not for the first time lately, Willow screwed up her courage and faked her way through another class.
********
Tara lay propped up on the bed, typing out her art history assignment on Willow’s laptop. A small click caught her ear. After registering the door opening, she only had time to get out a “Hi baby, how was class?” followed by “Oooff…” as the redhead landed on top of her. “O-ookay then!” she laughed, “I missed you too!”
Straddling Tara’s back, Willow grabbed the laptop and deposited it unceremoniously on the floor. “No time for that.” Willow gently ran her slender, tapered fingers, then her fingernails, down her lover’s back. The blonde shuddered happily as sensitive nerves made her back arch involuntarily and her breath quicken. It quickened still further when she felt teeth bite into the soft skin of her ear, and the hot breath of her lover on her neck.
“Baby, what’s the rush?”
Licking her lips, growling deep in her throat, Willow raised herself from Tara and flipped her lover onto her back. Without a pause, she attacked. Willow’s blood burned as she fiercely claimed Tara’s full lips as her own. It took Tara a moment to register it – as it turned out, a moment too long, as Willow tore open her shirt. Buttons popped, and Tara dimly heard one hit the far wall before her senses closed in under the force of Willow’s kiss. Her beautiful Willow, whose hands were… oh, now that was nice. Very nice.
A low groan from Tara made Willow realise how forceful she was being. She and Tara had always made love slowly, gently… each move carefully considered and even more carefully carried out. What if Tara didn’t like her like this? What if she had hurt her? Pulling back in alarm, Willow stammered her nervousness.
“Baby, did I hurt you? ‘Cos if I hurt you, I can make it better. I’m sorry. I never want to hurt you. I…”
Tara laced her hands in Willow’s hair and pulled her back down. Hard. “Talking stops now.” Their lips mashed together with the force of their kisses, teeth clashing, breath coming with difficulty.
“Are you..”…kiss… “saying…” …kiss… “I don’t…” …kiss… “gettotaketheoralexam?”
“Shut up, Willow,” Tara replied throatily.
The phone rang shrilly on the nightstand next to them, making them both jump. Lips still crushed against Willow’s, Tara reached for it, but the redhead’s hand snaked out to stop her.
“No… let it… screw ‘em… we’re busy.” Willow stated between kisses in a voice dripping with desire. Tara felt herself respond to the low register of Willow's voice, a deep throbbing starting in her lower belly and rapidly moving southward. Happily, she let her hand drop away from the shrieking phone. Instead, she tangled it back in copper curls, nails scraping the back of her Willow's slim neck.
"Goddess, you're beautiful," Tara muttered against busy lips. Biting back a moan, she begged her lover, "Touch me, Willow, please..."
Undoing the buttons on Tara's jeans, Willow tugged them down over wriggling hips eager to shed their confinements. Trying desperately to ignore the harsh ringing of the insistent phone, Willow slipped her hand nearer to the heat radiating from between Tara's legs. The phone cut off abruptly, and both girls murmured in appreciation.
Almost immediately, though, it rang again, screaming like a demanding child and garnering glares from two very annoyed witches.
"Ohhhh, dammit! Shut up!" Willow exclaimed, and grabbed the phone impatiently. “Yes? What?” she demanded into the receiver.
“Will, there’s Scoobyage afoot. I need you.”
“No hello?” Willow almost snapped at her friend. “You know, your timing could be better, Buffy.”
Willow could almost hear Buffy’s brief smile resonate over the phone line. “Sorry to interrupt snuggle-time, Will, but I’m serious. We need you here. Tara, too. This one could be nasty.”
“What is…” Willow began, but trailed off, muttering to the dialtone, “…it. Dammit!”
Shooting Tara a guilty look, Willow slipped off the bed with a heavy sigh and started to put her clothes back in order.
“Willow? Baby? Where are you going?” Another heavy sigh. “No.”
“Sorry, Tar baby, duty calls…”
“What? No! No way. Rosenberg, you can’t leave me like this!” Frustration filled her face. “That’s…that’s just… cruel,” Tara finished lamely.
“But... but I'm not leaving you. You're coming too. We need you, there’s a bad. Could be a big bad. Yet to be seen. Right now it’s a largish-middling bad. Let’s call it a…” Tara placed her fingers over her lover’s babbling mouth and glared at her warningly.
“All right, Willow, we’ll go. But I’m telling you now -you’re going to pay for what you just did to me. You can’t just get a girl all worked up and then abandon her in her hour of need, you know…” Tara smiled and raised an eyebrow at the love of her life, who wasn’t entirely sure whether to be happy or frightened at the warning.
Body throbbing, need, frustration and regret battling each other for ownership of her face, she decided to settle for happy.