30 Day Challenge: Day 13 (Willow/Tara)
Title: Day 13 (Frottage)
Word Count: 829
Warnings:none
Summary:Tara issues a challenge.
Willow stirred when a blast of cold air hit her and she pulled her legs up, curling into a ball. "Brr."
"Sorry." Tara whispered and slipped in beside her. "I didn't mean to wake you."
"I'm up now." Willow snuggled into Tara's warmer body and the feeling of her flannel pyjamas. "How was your day?"
"All right." Tara spoke about her classes, her bus ride home, and their unseasonably cold weather. Willow heard the words, but she didn't listen, her attention was on something far more important and she edged her fingers across Tara's chest, stopping when she reached the hard point of a nipple.
"Not today." Tara removed Willow's hand. "I have a challenge for you."
"Really?" Willow asked, eyes sparking up. She'd been up late the last few nights, studying for a big exam, and they hadn't had time to spend in bed in four days. "What are we going to try?"
Tara's hands were cold as they reached under the blanket and probed at Willow's limbs, running up her arms, down across her sides and stopping to run over her bum and stroke between her legs. "Isn't it a little cold to sleep naked?"
"My jammies are in the dryer." Willow felt warmer once Tara removed her cold hands, but other parts of Willow's body wished that Tara's hands would have stayed, no matter how cold they were. "What's my challenge?" She asked, burrowing closer to the warmth of Tara's body and letting her fingers play around the elastic waistband of Tara's pyjama pants.
"Make me come-"
Willow slipped her fingers down inside Tara's pants, the smooth skin and hard bone of Tara's hip under her fingers. She was waiting for a time limit, or maybe Tara would forbid her to use her mouth and Willow would have to get her off with her fingers, toes and anything else she could come up with.
"-without taking my clothes off. Or," Tara pulled Willow's fingers out of her pants. "Going underneath them."
"Seriously?" Willow asked as she threw one of her legs over Tara's hips. The movement allowed a flash of cold air under the blanket and she shivered. "That's it?"
"That's it." Tara glanced at the clock on their bedside table. "Five minutes should be enough?"
There was the challenge. "Just enough." Willow pulled the blanket down so their waists and sat up, straddling Tara's cloth covered hips. She began to slide backwards and forwards, the cloth slowly moving with her. Willow raised her hands to her own naked breasts and flicked at her icy and erect nipples.
"I'm so cold." She said and it didn't come out with the sexy timber she was hoping for. It came out with a shiver and Willow lowered herself down onto Tara, the layer of flannel offering her a little warmth against the cold in the bedroom.
With her hands braced against Tara's shoulders, Willow put her hips into her motions and slid steadily, at a nice quick pace, over the pump of Tara's pubes and back down. The cloth between them was quickly getting soaked with a mixture of their juices. It was cool, their movement couldn't keep it warm and it reduced some of the friction as Willow kept her pace up, pushing repeatedly into Tara's flesh.
Willow was having a hard time keeping up. Tara didn't have to do much more than lie there and the quick glance Willow managed to get of her face was disenheartening. Her ideas were starting to run out and she let herself rest more on Tara.
Their breasts didn't fit together. If Tara's had been smaller or Willow's larger, they might have meshed, but pressed together like this, chest to chest, they were mashed and smushed between their bodies.
Willow slid up again and her bare breasts caught the flannel and tugged it over Tara's, the material stretched. That was a comforting sign, as were the twin peaks in the fabric where Tara's nipples were demonstrating their interest in the proceedings.
Willow continued to pull the fabric from Tara's pants between their crotches, but now she had a better goal. She let her upper body rest on Tara's and moved the flannel of Tara's top between them. The rub was unpleasant on her nipples and she could only imagine how Tara's felt, trapped inside it.
She was so concentrated on her goal, Willow almost didn't notice Tara's gasp. She noticed the additional rush of fluid into the fabric which had wormed its way in between the folds of Tara's sex and she stopped.
"Good?"
"Wow." Tara gasped. "You did it."
Willow rolled off and pulled up the blankets. Her activities had warmed her blood, but she was sweating now and it was cooling rapidly. "Not bad eh?"
Tara laughed. "Goddess, tomorrow I will show you what that feels like."
"Not tonight?" Willow asked, almost feeling let down.
"Tonight we'll snuggle. Besides, I have to wash my pyjamas."
Word Count: 829
Warnings:none
Summary:Tara issues a challenge.
Willow stirred when a blast of cold air hit her and she pulled her legs up, curling into a ball. "Brr."
"Sorry." Tara whispered and slipped in beside her. "I didn't mean to wake you."
"I'm up now." Willow snuggled into Tara's warmer body and the feeling of her flannel pyjamas. "How was your day?"
"All right." Tara spoke about her classes, her bus ride home, and their unseasonably cold weather. Willow heard the words, but she didn't listen, her attention was on something far more important and she edged her fingers across Tara's chest, stopping when she reached the hard point of a nipple.
"Not today." Tara removed Willow's hand. "I have a challenge for you."
"Really?" Willow asked, eyes sparking up. She'd been up late the last few nights, studying for a big exam, and they hadn't had time to spend in bed in four days. "What are we going to try?"
Tara's hands were cold as they reached under the blanket and probed at Willow's limbs, running up her arms, down across her sides and stopping to run over her bum and stroke between her legs. "Isn't it a little cold to sleep naked?"
"My jammies are in the dryer." Willow felt warmer once Tara removed her cold hands, but other parts of Willow's body wished that Tara's hands would have stayed, no matter how cold they were. "What's my challenge?" She asked, burrowing closer to the warmth of Tara's body and letting her fingers play around the elastic waistband of Tara's pyjama pants.
"Make me come-"
Willow slipped her fingers down inside Tara's pants, the smooth skin and hard bone of Tara's hip under her fingers. She was waiting for a time limit, or maybe Tara would forbid her to use her mouth and Willow would have to get her off with her fingers, toes and anything else she could come up with.
"-without taking my clothes off. Or," Tara pulled Willow's fingers out of her pants. "Going underneath them."
"Seriously?" Willow asked as she threw one of her legs over Tara's hips. The movement allowed a flash of cold air under the blanket and she shivered. "That's it?"
"That's it." Tara glanced at the clock on their bedside table. "Five minutes should be enough?"
There was the challenge. "Just enough." Willow pulled the blanket down so their waists and sat up, straddling Tara's cloth covered hips. She began to slide backwards and forwards, the cloth slowly moving with her. Willow raised her hands to her own naked breasts and flicked at her icy and erect nipples.
"I'm so cold." She said and it didn't come out with the sexy timber she was hoping for. It came out with a shiver and Willow lowered herself down onto Tara, the layer of flannel offering her a little warmth against the cold in the bedroom.
With her hands braced against Tara's shoulders, Willow put her hips into her motions and slid steadily, at a nice quick pace, over the pump of Tara's pubes and back down. The cloth between them was quickly getting soaked with a mixture of their juices. It was cool, their movement couldn't keep it warm and it reduced some of the friction as Willow kept her pace up, pushing repeatedly into Tara's flesh.
Willow was having a hard time keeping up. Tara didn't have to do much more than lie there and the quick glance Willow managed to get of her face was disenheartening. Her ideas were starting to run out and she let herself rest more on Tara.
Their breasts didn't fit together. If Tara's had been smaller or Willow's larger, they might have meshed, but pressed together like this, chest to chest, they were mashed and smushed between their bodies.
Willow slid up again and her bare breasts caught the flannel and tugged it over Tara's, the material stretched. That was a comforting sign, as were the twin peaks in the fabric where Tara's nipples were demonstrating their interest in the proceedings.
Willow continued to pull the fabric from Tara's pants between their crotches, but now she had a better goal. She let her upper body rest on Tara's and moved the flannel of Tara's top between them. The rub was unpleasant on her nipples and she could only imagine how Tara's felt, trapped inside it.
She was so concentrated on her goal, Willow almost didn't notice Tara's gasp. She noticed the additional rush of fluid into the fabric which had wormed its way in between the folds of Tara's sex and she stopped.
"Good?"
"Wow." Tara gasped. "You did it."
Willow rolled off and pulled up the blankets. Her activities had warmed her blood, but she was sweating now and it was cooling rapidly. "Not bad eh?"
Tara laughed. "Goddess, tomorrow I will show you what that feels like."
"Not tonight?" Willow asked, almost feeling let down.
"Tonight we'll snuggle. Besides, I have to wash my pyjamas."