FIC: Something between, Cordelia/Tara, NC-17
Title: Something between
Rating NC-17
Pairing: Cordelia/Tara
Word Count: 1,624
Disclaimer: Oh how I wish Tara was mine. But she and Cordelia, as well as all other characters and situations from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and Fox. I'm not making any money with this.
Notes: This is for carawj. ♥
Tara's not the first woman she's been with - everyone experimented at high school, after all, and when it comes to that sort of expectations, Cordelia's the last to let anyone down.
Having sex with Tara is different, of course, totally different to the drunken fumbling on couches Cordelia's used to, fumbling that more often than not only led to a hickey low enough you could hide it from your parents and only in one case to something you could call an orgasm.
Having sex with Tara means kissing her, kissing her, fully sober, feeling a little too comfortable after an evening spent watching old movies together and not caring about how much ice cream was in the tub when they started eating it.
It was half empty, right? Cordelia asks doubtfully and Tara laughs, Almost full. She licks the corner of her mouth and drops the spoon into the now definitely empty box before letting herself fall back against the cushions. Cordelia watches her, and it's so good to be with someone who understands the whole fucked-upness of the mess that is her life, has become Cordelia's life since she's come to LA, since Buffy fucking Summers has come to Sunnydale. Tara understands, but she's not really part of it, can't really be part of it because half of her is still in Sunnydale whereas Cordelia has moved on, Wesley has moved on, Angel has - okay, Angel never moves on, but he has Connor now, so.
And suddenly Cordelia wants to hold on to her, wants to have something in her life that isn't complicated and messed up, and okay, maybe Tara really is the wrong person for that, but she's beautiful, Cordelia realizes. She's beautiful and soft and warm and her lips - Cordelia leans over to kiss her, just capture that beauty, that warmth, that goodness that is Tara, and instead of pulling away or at least just return the could-have-been chaste kiss Cordelia has given her, Tara opens her mouth and pushes her tongue between Cordelia's lips. She isn't forceful or anything not-Tara - and yeah, that totally has become an adjective in the three weeks she's lived here; Cordelia's woken up to Tara smells and Tara sounds and come home to Tara food and movies and ice cream and tonight, apparently kisses. She isn't forceful or anything not-Tara, but she's determined and she pulls Cordelia with her, really determined and gentle at the same time. The couch isn't maybe the best spot in her appartment to make out on, but Tara doesn't complain so Cordelia figures she doesn't mind and keeps kissing Tara. And it's not like she cares or anything, she tells herself, and would tell Dennis, and that reminds her.
She pulls away for a moment and says something like, Dennis, fuck off now if you haven't, and Tara giggles.
Cordelia's half-leaning over her, her right leg between Tara's, her left leg bent next to Tara's right. Tara's gaze is soft, Tara's touch is soft as she reaches out and cups Cordelia's cheek, softly and slowly and gently and Cordelia closes her eyes. And then Tara pulls her down again, hand on her neck, tangled in her hair, fingers caressing her scalp, thumb rubbing over the skin of her neck. They're kissing again, slow and soft and deep and she's sort of propped on her hands and elbows and it isn't that comfortable until she runs her hand down Tara's side, to where her shirt ends and her pants begin. Tara's breath hitches and Cordelia almost jerks her hand away. She isn't sure whether she's supposed - allowed to touch Tara's bare skin just yet, so instead she lets her hand travel back up, over Tara's stomach, dragging the fabric of her shirt with her just a little bit. She stops just below Tara's breast, but that's when Tara bites her, catches her lip with her teeth and pulls, and Cordelia's not pissed off at all, just really turned on. Feeling brave, she cups Tara's breast with her hand, and wow, she's not the only one who's really turned on. Tara moans and Cordelia flicks her thumb over Tara's nipple, feeling it harden under her bra. This time, Tara sighs and Cordelia shifts, pressing her hip against Tara's almost unconsciously.
Cordelia wants to keep kissing Tara, but she wants to feel her even more, and she pulls away, kissing down Tara's neck to her collarbone. Cordelia knows her scent from the pillow they share, because her bed is big enough for two and the couch too uncomfortable and Cordelia's just tired of sleeping alone. She knows Tara's scent, but now she can taste her and she does, breathing in as she nibbles at her skin before dragging her lips downward, leaving a trail of kisses on her skin as she slides along Tara's body, mouthing her through the shirt, gently biting her nipple. And Tara arches up against her, her hands still buried in Cordelia's hair, and she whispers her name, and Cordelia looks up at her and wow. She isn't sure what she sees, how to call it, it's lust and affection and lust, and now Cordelia moans, and when Tara pulls her up she complies, kissing her eagerly as Tara's hands sneak under her shirt. Tara isn't as timid as she was and her hands feel wonderful on Cordelia's skin. She shivers and thrusts her tongue into Tara's mouth, writhing against her and suddenly there isn't enough room on the couch and Cordelia remembers.
Bed, she gasps in between kisses and Tara nods and they're off the couch, they're in the bedroom and the door is closed, and now it really isn't like high school anymore. They're standing in front of Cordelia's bed, but Cordelia isn't scared, isn't afraid, and her hands aren't shaking, and she pulls on Tara's shirt to show her. Tara doesn't ask her whether she's okay with this but instead lifts her arms to help her. Opening a bra on someone else is a little tricky, even without shaking hands, but after a moment Cordelia manages, and then Tara is a lot more naked than she is. Tara kisses her, more slowly again, and Cordelia really is all right with this, and it helps knowing this is not just a thing, not just a quick fuck even though it will be a one time thing. Tara's going back home soon, one day, two days tops, but it's all right, it's great, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter because this matters, and Cordelia strips, undresses for Tara and she's got her, she's got her.
They fall onto the bed, still kissing again, and then Tara rolls her so she's on top of her and she smiles at Cordelia and she's never seen that sort of smile on anyone. They're both naked except for their panties, and there's just so much skin, so soft, so hot. Tara is touching her everywhere, her hands sliding over Cordelia, slow and teasing and hot, so hot. Cordelia moans loudly, and this more than anything else makes it real, well this and Tara's lips on her skin, Tara's tongue licking her way to Cordelia's breasts, teasing her just so. Cordelia lifts her head to watch her, lets her head fall back cause she can't, and Tara sucks on her nipple while her left hand is cupping her other breast and her other hand, her other hand… Tara's other hand is on her hip, sliding down over her thigh, down to her knee, and Cordelia's legs fall apart as Tara's hand trails upwards again, fingers brushing over the skin of her inner thigh, upwards, upwards. And Tara isn't a tease and Cordelia loves her, loves her, loves her as she presses her hand against her cunt, and she's so wet Tara must feel it through the cloth and she does and she's smiling again, Cordelia can feel it. But she doesn't mind, just lifts her hip and Tara's mouth leaves her breast as Tara shifts and hooks her fingers into Cordelia's panties and pulls them down and over her ankles. Cordelia is spread before her, and wow, Tara licks her lips and god, god, god, fuck, Cordelia gasps as Tara - Tara buries her face between Cordelia's legs and licks her, her tongue flicking over her clit and fuck, Cordelia bucks up and against her and her hands reach out for something and her right hand finds Tara's left and Tara threads their fingers together, grounding her as she feels the fingers of Tara's other hand teasing her more open still, and then two of her fingers are thrusting inside her, and Cordelia clings to her, clings to her as fast as she can, just clings to her as she comes.
Tara kisses her clit before pulling away, pulling out and Cordelia tugs at her hand or tries to. She's shivering and out of breath and she needs to kiss Tara, now, and Tara is here. Cordelia can taste herself as she kisses her and it's so hot; she licks Tara's lips and lets go of Tara's hand, she's got her. Tara helps her getting her panties off and now Cordelia's fingers are between Tara's legs, touching her warmth, her wetness, rubbing her clit. Tara is close already, Tara gasps and moans her name, moans her name, moans now, and faster, and yes right there, yes, god, fuck! She's beautiful when she comes, all wide and open for her and Cordelia holds her tight.
They don't let go of each other, they lie on their sides and Tara brushes Cordelia's hair out of her face. They don't talk, just smile, and this isn't about other people, this is about them.
Rating NC-17
Pairing: Cordelia/Tara
Word Count: 1,624
Disclaimer: Oh how I wish Tara was mine. But she and Cordelia, as well as all other characters and situations from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and Fox. I'm not making any money with this.
Notes: This is for carawj. ♥
Tara's not the first woman she's been with - everyone experimented at high school, after all, and when it comes to that sort of expectations, Cordelia's the last to let anyone down.
Having sex with Tara is different, of course, totally different to the drunken fumbling on couches Cordelia's used to, fumbling that more often than not only led to a hickey low enough you could hide it from your parents and only in one case to something you could call an orgasm.
Having sex with Tara means kissing her, kissing her, fully sober, feeling a little too comfortable after an evening spent watching old movies together and not caring about how much ice cream was in the tub when they started eating it.
It was half empty, right? Cordelia asks doubtfully and Tara laughs, Almost full. She licks the corner of her mouth and drops the spoon into the now definitely empty box before letting herself fall back against the cushions. Cordelia watches her, and it's so good to be with someone who understands the whole fucked-upness of the mess that is her life, has become Cordelia's life since she's come to LA, since Buffy fucking Summers has come to Sunnydale. Tara understands, but she's not really part of it, can't really be part of it because half of her is still in Sunnydale whereas Cordelia has moved on, Wesley has moved on, Angel has - okay, Angel never moves on, but he has Connor now, so.
And suddenly Cordelia wants to hold on to her, wants to have something in her life that isn't complicated and messed up, and okay, maybe Tara really is the wrong person for that, but she's beautiful, Cordelia realizes. She's beautiful and soft and warm and her lips - Cordelia leans over to kiss her, just capture that beauty, that warmth, that goodness that is Tara, and instead of pulling away or at least just return the could-have-been chaste kiss Cordelia has given her, Tara opens her mouth and pushes her tongue between Cordelia's lips. She isn't forceful or anything not-Tara - and yeah, that totally has become an adjective in the three weeks she's lived here; Cordelia's woken up to Tara smells and Tara sounds and come home to Tara food and movies and ice cream and tonight, apparently kisses. She isn't forceful or anything not-Tara, but she's determined and she pulls Cordelia with her, really determined and gentle at the same time. The couch isn't maybe the best spot in her appartment to make out on, but Tara doesn't complain so Cordelia figures she doesn't mind and keeps kissing Tara. And it's not like she cares or anything, she tells herself, and would tell Dennis, and that reminds her.
She pulls away for a moment and says something like, Dennis, fuck off now if you haven't, and Tara giggles.
Cordelia's half-leaning over her, her right leg between Tara's, her left leg bent next to Tara's right. Tara's gaze is soft, Tara's touch is soft as she reaches out and cups Cordelia's cheek, softly and slowly and gently and Cordelia closes her eyes. And then Tara pulls her down again, hand on her neck, tangled in her hair, fingers caressing her scalp, thumb rubbing over the skin of her neck. They're kissing again, slow and soft and deep and she's sort of propped on her hands and elbows and it isn't that comfortable until she runs her hand down Tara's side, to where her shirt ends and her pants begin. Tara's breath hitches and Cordelia almost jerks her hand away. She isn't sure whether she's supposed - allowed to touch Tara's bare skin just yet, so instead she lets her hand travel back up, over Tara's stomach, dragging the fabric of her shirt with her just a little bit. She stops just below Tara's breast, but that's when Tara bites her, catches her lip with her teeth and pulls, and Cordelia's not pissed off at all, just really turned on. Feeling brave, she cups Tara's breast with her hand, and wow, she's not the only one who's really turned on. Tara moans and Cordelia flicks her thumb over Tara's nipple, feeling it harden under her bra. This time, Tara sighs and Cordelia shifts, pressing her hip against Tara's almost unconsciously.
Cordelia wants to keep kissing Tara, but she wants to feel her even more, and she pulls away, kissing down Tara's neck to her collarbone. Cordelia knows her scent from the pillow they share, because her bed is big enough for two and the couch too uncomfortable and Cordelia's just tired of sleeping alone. She knows Tara's scent, but now she can taste her and she does, breathing in as she nibbles at her skin before dragging her lips downward, leaving a trail of kisses on her skin as she slides along Tara's body, mouthing her through the shirt, gently biting her nipple. And Tara arches up against her, her hands still buried in Cordelia's hair, and she whispers her name, and Cordelia looks up at her and wow. She isn't sure what she sees, how to call it, it's lust and affection and lust, and now Cordelia moans, and when Tara pulls her up she complies, kissing her eagerly as Tara's hands sneak under her shirt. Tara isn't as timid as she was and her hands feel wonderful on Cordelia's skin. She shivers and thrusts her tongue into Tara's mouth, writhing against her and suddenly there isn't enough room on the couch and Cordelia remembers.
Bed, she gasps in between kisses and Tara nods and they're off the couch, they're in the bedroom and the door is closed, and now it really isn't like high school anymore. They're standing in front of Cordelia's bed, but Cordelia isn't scared, isn't afraid, and her hands aren't shaking, and she pulls on Tara's shirt to show her. Tara doesn't ask her whether she's okay with this but instead lifts her arms to help her. Opening a bra on someone else is a little tricky, even without shaking hands, but after a moment Cordelia manages, and then Tara is a lot more naked than she is. Tara kisses her, more slowly again, and Cordelia really is all right with this, and it helps knowing this is not just a thing, not just a quick fuck even though it will be a one time thing. Tara's going back home soon, one day, two days tops, but it's all right, it's great, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter because this matters, and Cordelia strips, undresses for Tara and she's got her, she's got her.
They fall onto the bed, still kissing again, and then Tara rolls her so she's on top of her and she smiles at Cordelia and she's never seen that sort of smile on anyone. They're both naked except for their panties, and there's just so much skin, so soft, so hot. Tara is touching her everywhere, her hands sliding over Cordelia, slow and teasing and hot, so hot. Cordelia moans loudly, and this more than anything else makes it real, well this and Tara's lips on her skin, Tara's tongue licking her way to Cordelia's breasts, teasing her just so. Cordelia lifts her head to watch her, lets her head fall back cause she can't, and Tara sucks on her nipple while her left hand is cupping her other breast and her other hand, her other hand… Tara's other hand is on her hip, sliding down over her thigh, down to her knee, and Cordelia's legs fall apart as Tara's hand trails upwards again, fingers brushing over the skin of her inner thigh, upwards, upwards. And Tara isn't a tease and Cordelia loves her, loves her, loves her as she presses her hand against her cunt, and she's so wet Tara must feel it through the cloth and she does and she's smiling again, Cordelia can feel it. But she doesn't mind, just lifts her hip and Tara's mouth leaves her breast as Tara shifts and hooks her fingers into Cordelia's panties and pulls them down and over her ankles. Cordelia is spread before her, and wow, Tara licks her lips and god, god, god, fuck, Cordelia gasps as Tara - Tara buries her face between Cordelia's legs and licks her, her tongue flicking over her clit and fuck, Cordelia bucks up and against her and her hands reach out for something and her right hand finds Tara's left and Tara threads their fingers together, grounding her as she feels the fingers of Tara's other hand teasing her more open still, and then two of her fingers are thrusting inside her, and Cordelia clings to her, clings to her as fast as she can, just clings to her as she comes.
Tara kisses her clit before pulling away, pulling out and Cordelia tugs at her hand or tries to. She's shivering and out of breath and she needs to kiss Tara, now, and Tara is here. Cordelia can taste herself as she kisses her and it's so hot; she licks Tara's lips and lets go of Tara's hand, she's got her. Tara helps her getting her panties off and now Cordelia's fingers are between Tara's legs, touching her warmth, her wetness, rubbing her clit. Tara is close already, Tara gasps and moans her name, moans her name, moans now, and faster, and yes right there, yes, god, fuck! She's beautiful when she comes, all wide and open for her and Cordelia holds her tight.
They don't let go of each other, they lie on their sides and Tara brushes Cordelia's hair out of her face. They don't talk, just smile, and this isn't about other people, this is about them.