30 Day Challenge: Day 11 (Willow/Tara)
Title: Day 11 (Make Up Sex)
Word Count:332
Warnings:none
Summary:Willow promises to stop using magic.
“I’m sorry.” Willow stood at the end of the bed, her arms crossed protectively across her chest. “I’m going to make it up to you.” She promised.
“Yeah?” Tara yawed and leaned back against the pillows. “How are you going to do that?” She asked suggestively.
Willow huffed. “Not like that, I mean it. No magic for a month.” She didn’t look at Tara’s face because she knew the blond was pursing her lips and doubting Willow’s words.
“Why don’t you come up here and make it up to me another way?”
Willow grinned and smoothed back her damp hair. “I just took a shower.” She was still in her bathrobe and Tara was lounging under the covers, their sheets pulled up over her shoulders.
“I know baby. You should have waited, I could have joined you.” Tara slipped one arm out and the sheets moved a few inches down her chest revealing creamy bare skin.
“Do you have pyjamas on?” Willow asked. “Wait, don’t answer that.” She undid the tie that held her bathrobe closed and let the terrycloth fall to the floor. “I can do this.” She told Tara as she climbed back into her side of the bed, pulling the covers up and reaching for Tara. “No magic, I’m doing it for you.”
Tara had turned onto her side and her lips met with Willow’s at the same moment Willow’s reaching hands connected with her breasts. Tara moved closer to her until they were pressed together from forehead to knees.
Willow let Tara’s nudging knee in between her thighs and rocked forward on the limb. It had been too long since they’d done this, since they’d been together without fighting and laid side by side in bed refusing to touch each other under the covers.
“I missed this.” Tara whispered into Willow’s hair.
“Me too baby.”
Word Count:332
Warnings:none
Summary:Willow promises to stop using magic.
“I’m sorry.” Willow stood at the end of the bed, her arms crossed protectively across her chest. “I’m going to make it up to you.” She promised.
“Yeah?” Tara yawed and leaned back against the pillows. “How are you going to do that?” She asked suggestively.
Willow huffed. “Not like that, I mean it. No magic for a month.” She didn’t look at Tara’s face because she knew the blond was pursing her lips and doubting Willow’s words.
“Why don’t you come up here and make it up to me another way?”
Willow grinned and smoothed back her damp hair. “I just took a shower.” She was still in her bathrobe and Tara was lounging under the covers, their sheets pulled up over her shoulders.
“I know baby. You should have waited, I could have joined you.” Tara slipped one arm out and the sheets moved a few inches down her chest revealing creamy bare skin.
“Do you have pyjamas on?” Willow asked. “Wait, don’t answer that.” She undid the tie that held her bathrobe closed and let the terrycloth fall to the floor. “I can do this.” She told Tara as she climbed back into her side of the bed, pulling the covers up and reaching for Tara. “No magic, I’m doing it for you.”
Tara had turned onto her side and her lips met with Willow’s at the same moment Willow’s reaching hands connected with her breasts. Tara moved closer to her until they were pressed together from forehead to knees.
Willow let Tara’s nudging knee in between her thighs and rocked forward on the limb. It had been too long since they’d done this, since they’d been together without fighting and laid side by side in bed refusing to touch each other under the covers.
“I missed this.” Tara whispered into Willow’s hair.
“Me too baby.”