SPARRING PARTNERS Part 4b of 5 - Willow/Tara - NC-17
Title: SPARRING PARTNERS
Author: Ariel
Pairing: Willow/Tara
Feedback: “Oh, yes!” All feedback gratefully accepted; specific input welcome
Disclaimers: These aren’t my characters, but I love to take them for a ride!
Summary: Takes place on the last two weeks of their freshman year. W/T & Buffy
Rating: NC-17 for sex in strange settings, voyeurism, group nudity
Part 4b of 5: Love of the Goddess (continued)
Buffy continued to hang naked on the wall, awash in the magically increased sexual energy. She had no control over voluntary movements, she couldn’t shut her eyes, but she could blink normally. She couldn’t press her thighs together, but she could continue to swell, ache, and drip juice down her legs. She was panting, the love flush on her face, telling herself that she was simply embarrassed to be present at another couple’s private moment.
Damn! These two are hard core, totally crazy!
Her eyes were huge, pupils dilated, and her nipples felt as big as pineapples.
Have I been playing on the wrong team all this time?
O, God! My love bump is all with the pinky pointy thing and my cunt is going Vesuvius again! Damn that drippy desire stuff, I think that my toes are stuck together by now!
She tried to think logically.
So if I went with the girls would I have to dress like Tara and Willow? I mean, Tara’s really sweet, but some of her outfits look like a head on collision between a hippie van and a trailer park; and Willow’s all with the Hello Kitty look. Maybe that’s a Wicca thing. What is it with witches and bad wardrobes?
More time passed. Willow and Tara roused themselves from their embrace, sealing their love with the lightest of kisses, promise kisses for what would come later.
“Buffy? Are you awake?” Willow hoped that her best friend had healed and was relieved to see that Buffy had regained consciousness. She released the binding spell so that Buffy could speak. “Are you ready to come down?”
Come is right! I refuse to be an orgasm-y, spasm-y naked basket case all the way back to the dorm!
“Uh, you two, uh go ahead without me. It’s comfy up here. I like hanging around. Great view.” Buffy blushed over the implied voyeurism, but Willow and Tara were oblivious to her discomfort.
Tara was concerned. “We should s-stick together.”
Buffy winced. Stick together is right! I think my legs are glued shut!
Willow continued, “well, your timing is great with you waking up now. It got pretty exciting for a while there.”
Tara ducked her head shyly, but that didn’t cancel the radiant smile on her face.
“Oh, really?” Buffy attempted a polite smile, while trying to slow down her breathing.
Tara once again read Buffy’s head injury and nodded to Willow, who continued.
“Buffy, Tara says you’re okay but we’re still not letting you go back by yourself.”
The two witches locked eyes and once again clasped hands as they freed Buffy from the binding spell and connection spells then lowered her to the ground. Buffy’s knees buckled and Willow and Tara rushed over to help her up.
“No problem here,” Buffy said with a weak attempt at cheerfulness, “no idea why my knees buckled, uh thanks!” Suddenly she fully took in her own nakedness. “We have a problem here, unless we’re starting a nudist camp or doing the Lady Godiva thing.”
Willow and Tara froze, realizing their own nakedness in the modern how-will-we-get-back-to-campus context.
Tara scanned the room. “M-maybe there’s c-clothes around here.”
They searched the room, unfortunately no clothes were available. Willow tried to drape old magazines around her but they wouldn’t stay tied. Meanwhile Buffy began ripping off upholstery from the remains of the couch.
Finally they were dressed in patches of old upholstery, tied together with a few pieces of string. Buffy insisted on making matching headbands so that their outfits coordinated.
Buffy tried to smile. “It’s a new look, anyway. I mean, no one can say we’re just following the herd.”
Tara giggled.
Willow joined in. “Yeah. Kind of like Tarzan meets the dumpster. So now what do we do? Wait till it’s dark and try to sneak back to the dorm?”
Buffy’s grin was crazy. “No way, let’s go now. Hey, we’re covered up enough to be legal.”
Tara’s mouth dropped open. “I d-d-d-don’t th-th-think-“
Buffy and Willow both threw arms around her shoulders and gave her a squeeze and she squeezed back, smiling again.
“Look, Tara,” Buffy said confidently, “basically we are going to hold our heads up and totally walk right in. Life lesson, here. You’ve got to play it big. So here’s the deal we’re like famous or-“
“Sorority pledges!” Willow yelled excitedly. “Yeah, we’re being initiated! It’s brilliant, let’s go!”
“S-sorority pl-pledges?” Suddenly Tara bent double, almost losing her couch doily halter, as she laughed harder than she had ever laughed in her life. “L-let’s do it!”
Buffy gave the girls lessons in the slow slinky strut of the absolutely arrogant and Willow did her best to channel the essence of Cordelia Chase from high school. Next the three friends strode, sashayed, and laughed their way back to Buffy’s and Willow’s room where they all had clothing to put on.
All will be made clear in the next posting - Part 5 of 5. Thanks for reading!!!
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