28 March 2001
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DISTRIBUTION: Extra Flamey, Wiccan Ways, anyone else, kiss me and I'll
say yes!
SPOILERS: Umm, not unless your clueless and don't realize that Willow and
Tara are a couple… and Anya's sex crazed?! Oh yeah, and Dawn is Buffy's
sister. This takes place early in season five, before we find out exactly
'who-what' Dawn is.
CONTENT: W/T
RATING: R
DISCLAIMER: Joss, Mutant Enemy… I love y'all!
SUMMARY: It's the first annual Girl's Movie Night and Buffy, Anya, Willow
and Tara get to know each other a little better… and well, Buffy and Anya get
to know Willow and Tara a LOT better!
NOTE: Gracious to Bekj and Xita for the beta. Gawd, I'm beginning to
think I can actually spell! Hehe
Chapter One
Buffy adjusted her position on the couch slightly. Wiggling her toes out from underneath the blanket she had wrapped mummy like around her body.
It was the first of the girls-only Friday night movie-athons. Buffy, Willow, Tara and Anya had gathered together at the Summers' home about an hour ago and were in various stages of settling down for the evening. Earlier in the day, before leaving on a three-day trip to San Francisco, Joyce had been rather adamant that Dawn also be included in the night's festivities, to which both siblings had immediately objected. It took several hours of cajoling their mother for her to finally relent and agree that Dawn could spend one night, and one night only, at her friend Melinda's house.
Buffy had sighed in relief as they both helped their mother finish packing. She was very much in need of some time away from her constantly annoying kid sister. Dawn, on the other hand, was equally as happy that her mother had consented. Although, she loved hanging out with Willow and Tara and talking about witchstuff, unknown to either Buffy or Joyce, Melinda's older brother Todd was home from college for a few days and Dawn had a little crush on him. So the witch talk would have to wait for another night.
So the girls had packed their mother's stuff up and practically pushed her out the door to the car. A few hours later, Dawn was over at Melinda's, and the xx-chromosomed members of the Scooby gang where settling down in the living room for their all-night movie-athon.
"Where is she?" Anya said annoyed as she lay on her stomach in the sleeping bag on the floor. She twisted around to growl in Buffy's direction. "I want popcorn!"
Buffy rolled her eyes, tossed off her blanket and got up from the couch. She had sent Willow in to help Tara get the popcorn when the blonde had stumbled back into the living room 10 minutes ago, slightly embarrassed by the fact that she didn't know where the popcorn was. Like she should have known, even though she'd never actually been in the Summers' kitchen before. Buffy had poked Willow with her foot to go help, and had settled back into the comfy couch. Obviously it had been a bad decision to send Willow in to help Tara.
So she dragged herself up off of the couch and headed towards the kitchen. When she reached the doorframe, she stopped abruptly. Looking back into the living room, and then into the kitchen again, she thought maybe it would be a good idea to quietly back away…
"Willow."
The sultry voice nailed Buffy to the floor. 'Umm, maybe I'll just watch and make sure they find everything okay.' She said trying to convince herself that she was only going to watch the two witches for purely selfless reasons. After all, someone had to make sure they knew where the popcorn was kept.
Of course, the real reason she wanted to stay and watch the two was more than her swirling mind wanted to consider at the moment. Settling herself against the right side of the doorframe and a little behind, Buffy positioned herself so she had an unobstructed view of the entire kitchen.
Tara was in the corner of the room, near the microwave, bent over slightly as she leant against the counter. Her arms rested against the cool titled surface as she watched the microwave timer ticking down, nuking the kernels inside. Willow, who had reached up into a high cabinet next to Tara to grab another box of popcorn, teetered momentarily before placing a hand on the blonde's back to steady herself. Once she had retrieved the box, she set it down on the counter, her hand remaining on Tara's back. Buffy watched as the redhead eased her hand downward in the direction of a small bit of exposed flesh just above her girlfriend's skirt. Gently slipping her fingers underneath.
"Willow!" Tara warned as she stood up knocking Willow's hand away from her body.
"What?" Willow smiled innocently at her girlfriend, a silly grin on her face.
Buffy had to clasp a hand over her mouth for fear her laughing would interrupt the scene. Sometimes Willow was just too cute.
"W-w-we need to finish the popcorn." Tara said as she pointed to the microwave.
"We are. I mean it's not like we can put some witchy spell on it to make it cook any faster now can we?" Willow's broad smile curled into another grin Buffy had never seen before, and the blonde slayer watched as Tara gulped in trepidation.
"Willow." Tara's soft deep voice was nearly lost to the slayer, but Buffy managed to hear enough of the blonde's tone to know that she was both afraid, and aroused.
It didn't take long for Buffy to figure out why. In a flash Willow twirled the blonde wiccan back around facing the microwave. She pushed her body against Tara's back. When Tara tried to protest by pushing her away, Willow grabbed Tara's hands and placed them firmly on the counter top, palms flat.
"Stay." She said commandingly.
It was Buffy's turn to gulp. This was so wrong. She should turn right around and head back into the living room. She was watching something that was meant to be between 'those' two... not shared. But she couldn't move. She had to admit, she was intrigued by the two wiccans.
When Willow had announced that she and Tara where more than just 'Wicca buddies', it had taken some time for Buffy to really get use to that fact. And she had… gotten use to it, mostly because she absolutely adored Willow. The slightly neurotic babbling redhead was as dear to her as her own little sister.
Plus, Tara was the kind of person it was almost impossible to dislike. Her shyness and vulnerability made you want to hold her and protect her forever, but her knowledge and willingness to help when the scary stuff got 'real' scary, even though you could tell she was petrified most of the time, made one admire her.
So Buffy had gotten used to Willow and Tara as a couple... and Tara as a friend. So when she started to move beyond the initial shock, she started thinking about... well... Willow AND Tara. And what exactly Willow AND Tara did together… as a couple. She often found herself, patrolling late at night alone - letting her mind wander to places she knew a best friend shouldn't let their mind wander to.
All Buffy knew was that Willow looked happier than she had ever seen her, and Tara stuttered a LOT less these days.
So right here, right now, watching the two of them, well Buffy just couldn't help herself.
"Where's..."
Buffy quickly clamped a hand over Anya's annoying mouth. A quick glance back into the kitchen told her that neither of the girl's had heard Anya approach.
"Shhh." Was all Buffy said and pointed into the kitchen.
As if in total understanding, Anya simply nodded. Buffy resumed her place on the right side of the doorframe, while Anya took up residence on the left side. They both turned their eyes back towards the kitchen… to Willow and Tara.
Tara had moved her hand again and Willow placed her own over the blonde's. Running her fingers over the smooth top she whispered into Tara's ear, "Stay."
Tara shivered, thought about putting a stop to this, and decided she just didn't have the willpower. It was so hard for her to deny Willow anything. Laying her hand on the counter, she simply nodded. Buffy could see that Tara's compliance seemed to change Willow's demeanor. The redhead's smile disappeared and was replaced by a more serious look. Taking a small step back, Willow thought for a moment, and than gently eased Tara's legs open a little further. She than pulled Tara's hips back a little so that the taller girl was leaning over the counter slightly.
Willow's breathing increased as she licked her dry lips. Rubbing her hands together to warm them, she took a step forward into Tara's open legs. Locking her feet on the inside of Tara's ankles, she pushed the blonde's legs open a little further and than leaned into her body. "Love you." She whispered into Tara's ear.
Both Buffy and Anya physically leaned forward into the kitchen to listen to the words Willow caressed into Tara's ear. Buffy quickly glanced at Anya as if to ask 'maybe we should leave?' But when Anya simply continued to stare at the two wiccans, the last bit of conscious Buffy had slide away and she turned her eyes back to the scene.
Willow slowly ran her right hand up Tara's bare arm, gently over her shoulder and even more tortuously slow down the blondes' back. Once again reaching that small bit of exposed flesh right above Tara's skirt, she let her fingers slip softly underneath. The soft moan that escaped the blonde's lips nearly caused Buffy's knees to give way. 'Wow.' Was all she could think, because her mind, not to mention her body, just seemed to start pulsating when she heard Tara's voice.
Willow slowly began to lift up Tara's shirt. Her fingers lightly dragging upward as more and more pale flesh was uncovered. Willow stopped only when she was satisfied enough of Tara's back was exposed to her. She then held the shirt up and bent down, her lips began to caress along the same path her fingers had traveled.
Tara dipped her head forward, her hair fanning out along the counter. Closing her eyes tightly. She allowed her body to enjoy the touches her lover, her life, her Willow where enflaming her with. A slow line of heated kisses were placed up the side of her back, and when she felt that heat reach the edge of her bra, Tara grabbed desperately for something more stable to steady herself against.
"No."
The voice warned, and Tara replaced her hand on the counter, hoping her legs wouldn't give out and she wouldn't crash, forehead first, onto the hard tiled surface. Willow really could be quite sadistic at times... in a mini-sadistic kind of way.
Buffy couldn't believe three things; first, that she was actually STILL watching this; second, that Willow was quite the little control freak, and third; that the sight of Tara's exposed back was making her quite hot. And not in the 'turn-on-the-air-conditioner' kind of way. She dared not even glance over at Anya. She knew if she did, she'd probably feel very, very embarrassed.
Or more realistically, if she had looked over at Anya, the ex-demon would most likely have sanctioned her voyeuristic adventure. Not too mention that looking away might cause her to missing what was happening before her eyes.
After she had scolded her girlfriend for moving her hand, Willow allowed her lips to go back to sucking on Tara's back, just below her bra. Deciding she wanted freer access to Tara's body, she swiftly grabbed the edge of Tara's shirt and pulled it roughly over her head. Discarding it disdainfully on the floor.
Tara quickly repositioned her hands on the counter.
It was strange, even though Tara sometimes got a little scared when Willow would play these little games with her, in a way, it completely turned her on. And right now, she was very turned on. She could feel the heat pulsating in regions of her body slightly southward. Tara wasn't sure if it was the fact that either Buffy or Anya could walk in at any moment, or that, even though Willow was completely in charge, she knew that whatever she did, would do, would be to please Tara. She had never had that before... someone who loved her so much with every ounce of their being, that they would concentrate on nothing more than making her happy. Making her feel loved. Making her feel the way she did right now, aroused.
All conscious thought was abruptly ended when Tara felt Willow's hands wrap around her body, skid across her ribs, and arch upward hungrily filing themselves with her breasts.
"Goddess." Was all the coherent language that slipped from Tara's lips as she gave totally into her bodies wants and needs. She pushed herself forward into Willow's hands as the redhead squeezed and played with her.
Buffy wrapped her hand around the wooden molding of the doorframe and began to dig her nails in. This was a little more than she had bargained for. She'd never really thought of Willow... and well Tara for that matter, as these, well… as these sexual beings. Ones with, from what she could see, quite a hungry appetite for one another. And it was all just so damn erotic. She continued to be riveted by the scene.
Willow began to rake her fingernails over the already stiffened nipples of her beloved through the silky white bra. At the same time, she attached her lips to the back of Tara's neck and slowly began licking, nipping and kissing from just below her ear, to the edge of the blondes shoulder. Up and down again, she continued the sweet torture of Tara's nipples.
She never seemed to get enough of Tara. Touching her, kissing her. Touching Tara was all she ever dreamed of these days. When they were with the Scooby's, or others, she'd have to satiate her needs with a small touch on the elbow, or a quick squeeze of Tara's hand; but when they were alone, Willow wanted to touch ever-tiny bit of Tara's flesh. Inside, out, up and down. And she took every free moment that they were alone, like now, to indulge in her favorite pastime... Tara.
Allowing her left hand to remain fondling Tara's nipple, her lips followed her right hand as she bent down groping for the edge of Tara's skirt. Willow kissed the small of Tara's back as she began to ease her hand underneath the long flowing garment. She felt Tara beginning to shiver uncontrollably underneath her as she dragged her hand upward. Nails scratching lightly on the outside of the silkiest thigh Willow had ever felt.
As Willow lifted Tara's skirt up higher and higher, more of the blonde's pale leg was exposed to Buffy's view. Her eyes widened in worried realization at just how far Willow might take this. Did she really want to see her best friend making love to her girlfriend? Because, at the rate Willow was going, that's just what might be happening at any moment.
Sensing that Buffy was starting to waver, Anya quickly looked over at the slayer. Cringing her face in warning, she shook her head no as if to say 'you better not stop them.' Not waiting for Buffy's response, the ex-demon turned her attention back to the two witches.
Oh she was so enjoying the show. When first Tara, than Willow and finally Buffy had disappeared without getting her any popcorn, Anya had huffed out of her sleeping bag and angrily made her way to the kitchen. She instantly knew something was up when she saw Buffy peering around the corner like a kid watching something they weren't meant to see. She had spoken up only to be brutally, something she was most definitely going to tell Xander about tomorrow, quieted by the blonde. Buffy had motioned inside the kitchen, and once Anya had gotten her own glimpse of what was going on, she was all too willing to settle in for the ride. She had seen quite a lot in her 'too-many-years-too-mention' lifespan, and one of her favorite hobbies, one that had stayed with her through the years, was watching other people have sex. It was a pastime she had introduced Xander to, and she was most definitely not going to miss the opportunity to watch two live people have a little romp. Especially, since these days all she got to quench that particular amusement was when she sent her boyfriend out to rent porn videos. Plus, the two witches were quite fun to watch!
Willow's hand stopped when it reached Tara's hip. Although much of the skirt still hung down around the shy girl's legs, the entire side of one leg was completely exposed to the chilly night air. Willow wrapped the end of the skirt into the waist band holding it up, pushing Tara's leg open further, she draped her hand on her girlfriends thigh and slowly began to caress her way towards the front.
Not able to stand the heat that was pulsating through her veins any longer, Tara stood up and dropped her head back onto Willow's shoulder. Willow took the offered exposed neck and began to suck ruthlessly on the pulsating flesh. Tara wrapped her hand into the redhead's short trestles and held her firmly against her body. While Willow's left hand continued to indulge in the feel of Tara's nipple, her right hand worked its way forward and upward. Propping her foot up on a slightly open draw near the floor, Willow lifted up Tara's leg placing it over her knee, the blondes' foot dangled against Willow's calf. Willow now had all the access she desired and she did not hesitate, her hand moving swiftly to Tara's center.
Both Buffy and Anya's breathing increased... loudly. On either side of the doorframe they were both leaning into the kitchen as far as they could and still remain hidden. A very hard task indeed as Anya soon discovered. Tripping slightly in her eagerness, she stumbled slightly forward into the kitchen. Standing frozen, she waited to be yelled at. When neither of the witches turned around, she turned and grinned towards Buffy and simply stood where she was. It would serve them right if they turned around and saw both her and Buffy watching them. After all, they had forgotten about her popcorn.
Tara roughly pulled Willow's lips away from her neck and towards her mouth. Devouring the redhead the instant she felt Willow's fingers touching her panties. The moan that escaped her lips sent a dizzying sound that seemed to fill the entire space. Pulling Willow away from her so she could look into her green eyes, Tara said one simple word...
"Please."
It was more than Willow could bare and she quickly worked her fingers past the waste band of Tara's panties.
BING!
The sudden sound of the microwave as it finished nuking the popcorn scared all of them and Buffy squealed. Buffy squealing brought the attention of Willow and Tara towards her, than Tara screamed...
"Oh my god!"
Pushing Willow away from her, she grabbed her shirt from the floor and rushed passed the other two women, making a mad dash up the stairs to the second floor bathroom.
Buffy just stood there utterly embarrassed and ashamed of herself for watching. Willow leaned against the counter with a look on her face half way between mortified, and smug, and Anya.... she just pushed her way past Willow and grabbed her popcorn.
"You were taking too long" She said nonchalantly and headed back into the living room leaving the two friends standing their shocked.