30 Day Challenge: Day 12 (Willow/Tara)
Title: Day 12 (First Time They Have Sex)
Word Count:1010
Warnings: Not wearing underwear, first time
Summary:Willow's been nervous to move past kissing. Tara's better at this than Oz.
They started off slow. Tara's soft, gentle kisses were as beautiful as they had been every time before and Willow let herself melt into the warmth of Tara's body. Willow ran her fingers through Tara's long hair and marvelled again and the silkily, flowing, almost unendingness of it all.
Buffy was out. That wasn't something Willow had consciously realised until they were sneaking kisses in the bathroom down the hall. They'd had to stop to walk back to the dorm room and by the time they sat on Willow's bed, Tara's arm was wrapped around Willow's waist.
Tara kissed her again and the blond grabbed Willow's bottom lip and teased at it, tugging and biting down. Willow opened her mouth wider for Tara and her hand that had been in Tara's hair rubbed over Tara's back. It took her a moment, but Willow managed to pull up Tara's shirt and popped the clasp on her bra. It was so different from reaching behind to undo her own bra and as the fabric released, Willow rubbed over the warm, smooth skin on Tara's back.
"Wait." Tara pulled away, Willow's hand slid off her back and her mouth was left hanging open, wondering why it was so empty now.
"Good?" Willow asked and she folded her hands in her lap. They'd been kissing for a while now, but clothes had never come off and Tara never touched her, beyond clasping her hand or putting her around Willow when they walked down empty halls.
Tara took a deep breath and smoothed her shirt back down. "Is this what you really want?"
Willow started nodding before Tara even finished speaking. "Yes, yes, goddess yes! I want this. Tara, I want you. Please. . ." She reached out and Tara leaned back, avoiding Willow's hand.
"Do you have anything?" Tara asked, glancing at the dorm issued side table.
Willow frowned. "Why? We can't. I mean, you're not? Right?"
"There are things beyond babies to worry about." Tara told her lightly and she squirmed around for a moment before producing her bra from the left sleeve of her shirt.
"Oh, I haven't. There's only been one." Willow admitted, she was busy thinking hard about Tara, focusing on the blond hair and her rising and falling breasts, this was not the time to think about Oz. This wasn't like with Oz, this was Tara. Tara was human, Tara was a woman.
Tara tossed her bra on the floor and her shoes and socks followed it. "We'll risk it then." It wasn't a question, she pushed Willow back on the bed and kissed her forehead, her lips just brushing over the skin. "You have to speak. Tell me what's going through your head. Tell me what you like."
Willow wasn't sure what she expected. But she wasn't expecting Tara to kiss her again, the blonde's hands underneath her, unfastening her bra and then moving down to pop the button on her jeans. Tara's fingers stroked over the piece of Willow's underwear that was now revealed to the room.
"Sit up." Tara urged and she was pulling at Willow's shirt before the redhead had time to finish moving herself to an upright position.
"Let me." Willow let Tara pull her shirt over her head before she grabbed onto Tara's shirt. It came off quickly and Willow stopped and stared. It wasn't as if she'd never seen another woman's breasts before, but she'd never really looked at Buffy like that and the high school locker rooms, she had never considered women's bodies as she did now.
They rose and fell with each breath Tara took and Willow reached out to touch them. Tara leaned closer, her chest was right there, in front of Willow. Willow cupped Tara's breasts, one in each hand. They fit comfortably, a warm weight in her palm and she rolled her hands around them, pressing lightly on one of Tara's nipples.
"Well?" Tara asked, breaking Willow out of her trance. "Do you like them?"
Willow nodded and bent, pressing her head to Tara's chest, just above her breasts. Her cheek pressed against the newly bared skin and she listened to the pounding of Tara's heart. It mirrored her own feeling of blood rushing through her ears and pounding in her fingertips. "They're beautiful."
Tara's hands were on her on. Willow gasped as Tara's fingers skittered over her breasts. Oz hadn't, this wasn't about Oz. "God!" She fell back onto the bed, the muscles in her body going limp and Tara followed her down, fingers circling around the redhead's nipples and stroking down her sides.
"No god here." Tara's hands urged and Willow lifted her hips, kicking her legs and trying to help until her legs were free of her jeans. "Just a witch." She was up high again, kissing Willow and grinding her hips down as Willow lifted hers and ground back.
"This is magic." Willow panted. Tara was wearing a long skirt and it was now up around her waist, spilling out around them like a giant lily pad. Something wet rubbed against her leg and she felt the spiny curls of pubic hair press against her. Tara wasn't wearing any underwear. "Hot." Willow moaned as Tara pressed down hard, sending more liquid out to soak Willow's panties.
"Hmm?" Tara asked, she licked a long streak up Willow's face and her fingers slipped inside Willow's panties, the flat of her thumb pressing almost painfully against Willow's clit.
"No underwear." Willow spread her legs and shook as Tara's fingers made her feel things and shiver with sensation.
"Here." Tara's hand left Willow's underwear. Willow let Tara take her hand and guide it under her skirt. Tara was warm and wet and Willow's fingers quivered as they stroked the damp lips of Tara's sex. "Just like that."
Tara's hand returned to Willow's underwear and Willow matched her stroked against Tara's sex with the presses of Tara's thumb against her clit. They moved together, pressing and rubbing, their lips locked in a kiss above their hard working hands.
Word Count:1010
Warnings: Not wearing underwear, first time
Summary:Willow's been nervous to move past kissing. Tara's better at this than Oz.
They started off slow. Tara's soft, gentle kisses were as beautiful as they had been every time before and Willow let herself melt into the warmth of Tara's body. Willow ran her fingers through Tara's long hair and marvelled again and the silkily, flowing, almost unendingness of it all.
Buffy was out. That wasn't something Willow had consciously realised until they were sneaking kisses in the bathroom down the hall. They'd had to stop to walk back to the dorm room and by the time they sat on Willow's bed, Tara's arm was wrapped around Willow's waist.
Tara kissed her again and the blond grabbed Willow's bottom lip and teased at it, tugging and biting down. Willow opened her mouth wider for Tara and her hand that had been in Tara's hair rubbed over Tara's back. It took her a moment, but Willow managed to pull up Tara's shirt and popped the clasp on her bra. It was so different from reaching behind to undo her own bra and as the fabric released, Willow rubbed over the warm, smooth skin on Tara's back.
"Wait." Tara pulled away, Willow's hand slid off her back and her mouth was left hanging open, wondering why it was so empty now.
"Good?" Willow asked and she folded her hands in her lap. They'd been kissing for a while now, but clothes had never come off and Tara never touched her, beyond clasping her hand or putting her around Willow when they walked down empty halls.
Tara took a deep breath and smoothed her shirt back down. "Is this what you really want?"
Willow started nodding before Tara even finished speaking. "Yes, yes, goddess yes! I want this. Tara, I want you. Please. . ." She reached out and Tara leaned back, avoiding Willow's hand.
"Do you have anything?" Tara asked, glancing at the dorm issued side table.
Willow frowned. "Why? We can't. I mean, you're not? Right?"
"There are things beyond babies to worry about." Tara told her lightly and she squirmed around for a moment before producing her bra from the left sleeve of her shirt.
"Oh, I haven't. There's only been one." Willow admitted, she was busy thinking hard about Tara, focusing on the blond hair and her rising and falling breasts, this was not the time to think about Oz. This wasn't like with Oz, this was Tara. Tara was human, Tara was a woman.
Tara tossed her bra on the floor and her shoes and socks followed it. "We'll risk it then." It wasn't a question, she pushed Willow back on the bed and kissed her forehead, her lips just brushing over the skin. "You have to speak. Tell me what's going through your head. Tell me what you like."
Willow wasn't sure what she expected. But she wasn't expecting Tara to kiss her again, the blonde's hands underneath her, unfastening her bra and then moving down to pop the button on her jeans. Tara's fingers stroked over the piece of Willow's underwear that was now revealed to the room.
"Sit up." Tara urged and she was pulling at Willow's shirt before the redhead had time to finish moving herself to an upright position.
"Let me." Willow let Tara pull her shirt over her head before she grabbed onto Tara's shirt. It came off quickly and Willow stopped and stared. It wasn't as if she'd never seen another woman's breasts before, but she'd never really looked at Buffy like that and the high school locker rooms, she had never considered women's bodies as she did now.
They rose and fell with each breath Tara took and Willow reached out to touch them. Tara leaned closer, her chest was right there, in front of Willow. Willow cupped Tara's breasts, one in each hand. They fit comfortably, a warm weight in her palm and she rolled her hands around them, pressing lightly on one of Tara's nipples.
"Well?" Tara asked, breaking Willow out of her trance. "Do you like them?"
Willow nodded and bent, pressing her head to Tara's chest, just above her breasts. Her cheek pressed against the newly bared skin and she listened to the pounding of Tara's heart. It mirrored her own feeling of blood rushing through her ears and pounding in her fingertips. "They're beautiful."
Tara's hands were on her on. Willow gasped as Tara's fingers skittered over her breasts. Oz hadn't, this wasn't about Oz. "God!" She fell back onto the bed, the muscles in her body going limp and Tara followed her down, fingers circling around the redhead's nipples and stroking down her sides.
"No god here." Tara's hands urged and Willow lifted her hips, kicking her legs and trying to help until her legs were free of her jeans. "Just a witch." She was up high again, kissing Willow and grinding her hips down as Willow lifted hers and ground back.
"This is magic." Willow panted. Tara was wearing a long skirt and it was now up around her waist, spilling out around them like a giant lily pad. Something wet rubbed against her leg and she felt the spiny curls of pubic hair press against her. Tara wasn't wearing any underwear. "Hot." Willow moaned as Tara pressed down hard, sending more liquid out to soak Willow's panties.
"Hmm?" Tara asked, she licked a long streak up Willow's face and her fingers slipped inside Willow's panties, the flat of her thumb pressing almost painfully against Willow's clit.
"No underwear." Willow spread her legs and shook as Tara's fingers made her feel things and shiver with sensation.
"Here." Tara's hand left Willow's underwear. Willow let Tara take her hand and guide it under her skirt. Tara was warm and wet and Willow's fingers quivered as they stroked the damp lips of Tara's sex. "Just like that."
Tara's hand returned to Willow's underwear and Willow matched her stroked against Tara's sex with the presses of Tara's thumb against her clit. They moved together, pressing and rubbing, their lips locked in a kiss above their hard working hands.