30 Day Challenge: Day 8 (Willow/Tara)
Title: Day 8 (Anniversary Sex)
Word Count: 684
Warnings: AU, dubcon
Summary: Willow can never let Tara go, even if she's not actually alive anymore.
Willow lit the last candle and sat on the sleeping bag in the centre of the salt circle, waiting.
It didn't take long, the air rustled for a minute and then Tara was there in front of her, wreathed in light and flowing blonde hair and nothing else. The image of Tara smiled at her and touched her face, sparks burning where her image met Willow's flesh.
"Hi." Willow moved over, making space for Tara to sit beside her. "I missed you."
Tara nodded and stroked Willow's hair.
"Yeah, I'm growing it out again. So much as happened this year Tara, I miss you so much." Willow could feel the first tears starting to fall, by the end of the night she'd been able to extinguish all of the candles with her tears.
The image of Tara, it wasn't a ghost or a spirit, more like a reflection of who she'd been that last morning, smiled and when she kissed Willow, her lips burned with the heat of whatever dimension the energy was coming from. Willow liked to imagine it was Heaven, all Holy Fire and unearthly light.
Her skin danced in anticipation as Tara eased Willow's bathrobe open and dragged soft fingers down her chest and belly. The burning wasn't as strong now, Willow's skin was adjusting and her mind was begging for more.
"Yes!" Willow sank gently back to the sleeping bag as Tara's electric fingers reached between her thighs and the sparks burned her outer lips. She wasn't ready yet, just barely wet down there, all of her emotion was coming through in tears and loneliness in the 1 day less a year she spent without Tara.
The Tara image smiled and put a finger to its lips, reminding Willow that she was in the basement of Slayer Castle, if she made too much noise Buffy and a hundred other slayers would be there in a second and she'd be left to explain her magical workings that weren't quite as kosher as Buffy required.
"Please. . ." Willow's legs spread further and Tara bent her glowing head to lick her thigh. Her saliva burned the same as her skin, but the feeling lingered when her tongue moved on, ticking Willow's skin until it was dry.
Tara suckled on her thigh, biting, licking and rubbing her nose against a patch of skin that was the envy of every other piece of Willow's body.
When Willow could not stand it for a second longer, Tara moved, her burning tongue catching at the joint between thigh and pussy and her nose pushing red hot against Willow's outer folds. She was wet now and Tara's fingers followed behind her tongue, running along Willow's bare folds and slipping in to touch the slick inner lips.
Tara looked up, running her fingers along Willow's outer folds again.
"I did that for you." Willow's voice caught, between the loss and the arousal she could barely form any words. "I waxed for you."
Tara image shook her head and Willow bit her lip. "I won't do it again, I just thought it might be nice."
Tara's glow faded a little as she bent her head again, tongue and fingers working between Willow's folds. One of her burning fingers penetrated Willow's pussy and it burned inside her, the following suck on her clit stopping her from screaming from the pain.
With a combination of burning thrusts, cool breath and steady rubbing on her clit, Willow got used to the sensation of the blazing finger inside her and the second one Tara added stretched her to the max, her muscles had grown tense with lack of use.
The burn of Tara's fingers was answered in her own muscles now and the stretch and burn of it was all too intense, Willow's inner muscles shuddered as she came, Tara's glow flooded out, enveloping her in a burning cloud before fading all too quickly.
It was dark now. The candles had been burned down and Willow's watch, set just outside the circle read thirty minutes past midnight. Their time together got shorter every year.
Word Count: 684
Warnings: AU, dubcon
Summary: Willow can never let Tara go, even if she's not actually alive anymore.
Willow lit the last candle and sat on the sleeping bag in the centre of the salt circle, waiting.
It didn't take long, the air rustled for a minute and then Tara was there in front of her, wreathed in light and flowing blonde hair and nothing else. The image of Tara smiled at her and touched her face, sparks burning where her image met Willow's flesh.
"Hi." Willow moved over, making space for Tara to sit beside her. "I missed you."
Tara nodded and stroked Willow's hair.
"Yeah, I'm growing it out again. So much as happened this year Tara, I miss you so much." Willow could feel the first tears starting to fall, by the end of the night she'd been able to extinguish all of the candles with her tears.
The image of Tara, it wasn't a ghost or a spirit, more like a reflection of who she'd been that last morning, smiled and when she kissed Willow, her lips burned with the heat of whatever dimension the energy was coming from. Willow liked to imagine it was Heaven, all Holy Fire and unearthly light.
Her skin danced in anticipation as Tara eased Willow's bathrobe open and dragged soft fingers down her chest and belly. The burning wasn't as strong now, Willow's skin was adjusting and her mind was begging for more.
"Yes!" Willow sank gently back to the sleeping bag as Tara's electric fingers reached between her thighs and the sparks burned her outer lips. She wasn't ready yet, just barely wet down there, all of her emotion was coming through in tears and loneliness in the 1 day less a year she spent without Tara.
The Tara image smiled and put a finger to its lips, reminding Willow that she was in the basement of Slayer Castle, if she made too much noise Buffy and a hundred other slayers would be there in a second and she'd be left to explain her magical workings that weren't quite as kosher as Buffy required.
"Please. . ." Willow's legs spread further and Tara bent her glowing head to lick her thigh. Her saliva burned the same as her skin, but the feeling lingered when her tongue moved on, ticking Willow's skin until it was dry.
Tara suckled on her thigh, biting, licking and rubbing her nose against a patch of skin that was the envy of every other piece of Willow's body.
When Willow could not stand it for a second longer, Tara moved, her burning tongue catching at the joint between thigh and pussy and her nose pushing red hot against Willow's outer folds. She was wet now and Tara's fingers followed behind her tongue, running along Willow's bare folds and slipping in to touch the slick inner lips.
Tara looked up, running her fingers along Willow's outer folds again.
"I did that for you." Willow's voice caught, between the loss and the arousal she could barely form any words. "I waxed for you."
Tara image shook her head and Willow bit her lip. "I won't do it again, I just thought it might be nice."
Tara's glow faded a little as she bent her head again, tongue and fingers working between Willow's folds. One of her burning fingers penetrated Willow's pussy and it burned inside her, the following suck on her clit stopping her from screaming from the pain.
With a combination of burning thrusts, cool breath and steady rubbing on her clit, Willow got used to the sensation of the blazing finger inside her and the second one Tara added stretched her to the max, her muscles had grown tense with lack of use.
The burn of Tara's fingers was answered in her own muscles now and the stretch and burn of it was all too intense, Willow's inner muscles shuddered as she came, Tara's glow flooded out, enveloping her in a burning cloud before fading all too quickly.
It was dark now. The candles had been burned down and Willow's watch, set just outside the circle read thirty minutes past midnight. Their time together got shorter every year.