SERIES : Death Was Her Gift
PAIRING : Willow/Tara
RATING : R (light
sexual description)
SPOILERS : "The Gift"
DISCLAIMER : I do not own these
characters.
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I know
what she feels because I feel it too. We all feel it; and although our grief is
painful, our joy is strong. She opens the bathroom door and I watch as her face
lights up. I've lit candles all around the room. Tonight is special. It should
be treated as such. And even as our pain fills and consumes us…
"Tara,
it's beautiful."
"You're
beautiful." I say with a smile. I love her robe with the kittens on it.
Only Willow could make a flannel kitten robe look so sexy.
"I
was so worried I'd never hear you again." She confesses. "I was
afraid you were lost forever."
"Never.
I'll always come back to you." I say and she sits on the bed beside me.
"I
was so scared, I…" Her eyes fill with tears and I pull her into my arms
and she sobs for what seems like hours. Her best friend is dead and she
shouldn't be so happy. I understand. I feel the same way.
"Shhh,
Sweetie. It'll be okay. It'll get better."
"Oh,
Tara." She whispers through her tears. I pull her face up to mine and
brush her lips with mine sweetly. I hold her face in my hands and kiss her
until she kisses me back and her robe falls open.
She's
bare underneath and I catch a glimpse of her pale perfect skin. She moans
softly when I sneak my hands inside and I moan as I feel her hands on my bare
back and in my hair. I've missed this. I've missed her.
She
pushes me back and lays on top of me. I can feel her skin on mine and our
breasts pressing against each other, before I feel her fingers slowly caressing
the outside of my lips. "Willow…" I whimper.
"I've
missed that sound." She says and I completely understand.
She
kisses down my body slowly before licking my outside. I feel her tongue lapping
at my sticky heat and I whimper and moan, as she loves me with her mouth.
Goddess how I love her mouth! How I love her! She's my Willow. She's mine. She
told me so, several times. She's mine.
"WILLOW!"
I cry out, as I come harder around her tongue. She kisses her way up my body
and I feel her fingers inside me.
"Come
on, Tara. Come for me."
I
whimper and she moans as I start fingering her as well. "Come *with*
me." I whisper and she smiles as we kiss again. I can taste myself on her
sweet tongue and I'm so glad she found me. A lifetime without Willow would be
an eternity.
"I
love you." She whispers, before screaming her release.
She's
beautiful as we lay together in bittersweet bliss surrounded by candlelight.
We've lost such a dear friend, but I have Willow back and that counts for
something. I'd like to think that Buffy is smiling down on us tonight.
~El Fin~
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