BtVS. Tara Maclay/Willow Rosenberg. #007, Aroused. #096, Touched. #39, Exhausted.
Title: New Spell
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Tara, Willow
Prompt: 007. Aroused
Word Count: 818
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of its characters (sadly enough), they definitely belong to Joss Whedon.
Summary: Why the rose went flying around the room instead of the petals just coming off one by one.
Warnings: Tara/Willow (f/f) love contained within, etc. etc.
Author: Katherine Magnolia, a.k.a. desire-of-nymph, written for the 100moods challenge.
"What happens?" Tara asked, eying the rose lying in the middle of the circle before looking up at Willow. She was thrilled that the red-head had stopped by to try out a spell, but Willow was so excited that she hadn't fully explained what was going to happen yet. And Tara had not felt the need to interrupt her babbling to ask, listening to Willow go on and on like she had a habit of doing made her smile.
"Oh!" Willow exclaimed, a faint blush tinging her cheeks. "The rose will levitate and all of the petals will come off. It'll be really cool." The blush faded away when Tara smiled at her, replaced by a beaming smile of her own. "So, do you want to try it with me? We have to be in tune, but I think that we can manage it. After all, we did that first time we actually did any sort of spell together."
Tara nodded, remembering how she and Willow had linked hands to move the pop machine and stop those creatures from getting inside. "Of course I want to try it," she said, extending both of her hands out to Willow. "I-I'm always up for spells with you." She had thought it impossible, but Willow's smile grew even wider when she linked her hands with Tara's.
"Now, close your eyes and focus on making our energy, our power, in tune, linked like our hands are," Willow's voice had lost it's excited edge to become more soothing, and Tara's eyes drifted shut to focus on exactly that.
But the moment that her eyes had closed, her mind focused on the one thing that succeeded in making Tara's pale cheeks heat up in a blush. She focused on how warm and soft Willow's hands felt entwined with her own. A different sort of energy started to stir within her and, despite knowing that she was supposed to be focusing on becoming in-tune with Willow, Tara did not suppress it right away. Willow's fingers, which had previously been still, were now stroking Tara's palms lightly, tracing small circles on the delicate skin. When Tara opened her eyes to peek at Willow's face, she saw a mischievous smile there that had nothing to do with the spell they were attempting.
She had held hands with Willow before, but her body had never tingled like this. It was as though Willow was an electrical outlet sending tiny little shocks through her hands into Tara. And with each little shock, Tara's resolve to not think improper things about her friend grew weaker and weaker. As the rose lifted up into the air, for Tara and Willow's energy was on the same level, Tara let her emotionally-enhanced imagination take over.
Willow's fingers slipped down along Tara's cloth-covered wrist. "Tara," she whispered, causing the blonde's eyes to flutter open. She licked her lips at the look on the red-head's face, not even noticing as the rose dropped to the ground. Then Willow's hands were clasping hers again and she was tugging forward as she climbed to her feet, pulling Tara up and against her. She bit down on her lip when Willow's hands slipped down her sides, coming to rest on her hips. "I have a new spell," Willow said in her ear, a wicked smile curving her lips. "Wanna try it with me?"
"I'm always up for spells with you," Tara murmured, her stammer completely gone. She was filled with boldness for some reason, and no blush stained her cheeks when she trailed her hand up to Willow's small, soft breast.
"Mmmmm," Willow moaned, sucking on Tara's earlobe lightly. "Tara-skin."
A surge shot along Tara's arms, shattering the scene playing through her mind and causing her eyes to fly open. Across from her, Willow had a surprised expression on her face, and both jumped to their feet. The rose, which had been levitating above the circle with all its petals still attached, had zoomed around the room and landed near their feet. Thin tendrils of smoke swirled from the petal-less top.
Tara, trembling from the pure desire her little scene had sent coursing through her veins, wasn't able to meet Willow's eyes without a blush and rush of adrenaline. "W-what happened?" she asked, though she had a pretty good idea.
"I don't know," Willow replied, "but the petals are all off."
"Uh-huh." Tara bent down to start cleaning the circle and jerked right back up, eyes wide. She would have sworn that Willow had just pinched her ass, and the little smirk that the red-head flashed at her did nothing to dissuade the notion. Maybe I wasn't the only one having illusions, Tara thought, one side of her mouth tugging up in a grin at the thought that maybe Willow was starting to feel more friendship, too.
After all, Tara didn't daydream about every hot girl she knew.
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Title: Yours
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Tara, Willow
Prompt: 096. Touched
Word Count: 225
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of its characters (sadly enough), they definitely belong to Joss Whedon.
Summary: All it takes is a short moment for two lives to be changed forever. (That infamous scene from 'This Year's Girl')
Warnings: Tara/Willow (f/f) love contained within, etc. etc.
Author: Katherine Magnolia, a.k.a. desire-of-nymph, written for the 100moods challenge.
Tara tilted her head to one side as Willow babbled, because that was what the red-head was doing. It was as adorable as ever, but there was something more to it this time. A genuine desire to get across what she was trying to say. And when she finished Tara nearly melted right into the bed. "I just wanted something that's, you know, mine," Willow said, her eyes shimmering with something Tara hadn't seen before. "And I usually don't use this many words to say something so little, but do you get it at all?"
"I do," Tara said honestly, warmth suffusing her body. Her mind raced to put into words what she was feeling before this warm, oddly perfect moment passed.
"I better check in with Giles," Willow said quickly, standing and starting away. "Get a situation update."
When Willow was at the door, Tara found her voice. "I am, you know," she said, surprised at just how steady her voice was.
"What?"
Tara turned to look at Willow, her blue eyes shimmering in the light. "Yours." And she knew, in that precise moment, that all she was ever going to be in the years to come was Willow's. The warm, happy smile that came to Willow's face let her know that the red-head felt the same way more than words ever could have.
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Title: First Kiss
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Tara, Willow
Prompt: 039. Exhausted
Word Count: 850
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of its characters (sadly enough), they definitely belong to Joss Whedon.
Summary: Willow finally works up the nerve to do something that she's been wanting to for quite awhile...
Warnings: Tara/Willow (f/f) love contained within, etc. etc.
Author: Katherine Magnolia, a.k.a. desire-of-nymph, written for the 100moods challenge.
"Ugh, I'm so glad that's over with!" Willow exclaimed as she threw herself down on Tara's bed, burying her face in the sweetly-scented pillow. "I don't think I've used that much energy up in my life, or if I could do it again." The bed creaked a little as Tara settled in beside Willow, her knee brushing against the red-head's side. Despite her self-proclaimed exhaustion, Willow couldn't keep a shiver from running through her body. The spell that they had done the previous night kept running through her head and she was honestly afraid of the emotions that had been unleashed by it. Even with Oz, and once again there was no twinge or sense of remorse at thinking his name, things hadn't been like this without so much as a kiss.
"Y-you'll be able to again," Tara assured her, a smile in her voice. "More than that, even. Y-you'll be better than me."
Willow sat up, blinking rapidly to keep from gasping when she found her face not an inch from Tara's. For a moment she forgot what it had been she wanted to say, Tara had a way of doing that to her. "Ummm... oh! You don't have to say that to make me feel better, I'm just happy to be able to do spells with you." Tara's crooked smile made her heart flutter, her fingers practically itched with need to at least brushed those lips. "Have I thanked you yet for noticing that Buffy wasn't herself?" No! Willow berated herself, breaking eye-contact with Tara. That's not the right thing to say at all. Stupid, stupid, stupid-
"N-no problem." Soft, warm fingers slipped under Willow's chin and lifted until Willow was gazing at Tara's dark blue eyes again, caught like a moth drawn to the flame. "I'll a-always be here to help y-you."
Now or never, Willow told herself, feeling like she was awash in the sweet scent that was Tara as she leaned forward and tilted her head a little. "You'd better be," she whispered just before she pressed her lips against Tara's.
Pure electricity seemed to ripple from where her lips were pressed to Tara's, shooting through her entire body. She tried to think of what it felt like, but her thoughts were too jumbled, too focused on Tara. Her fingers had somehow become tangled in the heavy silk that was Tara's hair and she could feel warm fingers caressing her neck in all the right places. A whimper escaped from her lips when Tara pulled back, but it was soon replaced by a gasp of realization. What if she had read all the signs wrong? What if Tara hadn't wanted to kiss her? Tears were swimming in her emerald orbs when she looked at Tara and whispered, "I'm sorry."
Tara shook her head, pressing a slender finger against Willow's mouth. "No," she said, her voice shaking but clear. "Don't be sorry, Willow, I've wanted that since I meant you." Warmth suffused Willow's body once more and a smile spread across her face in reply to Tara's crooked grin. It was then that Willow realized Tara's other hand was still resting against her neck, caressing the tender skin there gently. She couldn't stop from leaning into that a little, her eyes drifting shut as something akin to a purr drifted from her mouth. "It's just that you're exhausted, I can see it in your eyes, and you need your rest. I don't want you to overexert yourself, we do have classes tomorrow."
Willow's eyes snapped open, an incredulous look on her face. "You have got to be kidding," she said, untangling her hands so that she could cup Tara's face in her hands. "I finally work up the nerve to kiss you and you're worried about me being too tired?! Sometimes I wonder if you're all here." She pulled Tara's face closer and kissed her again, harder this time, as though to prove to the other woman that she wasn't too tired at all.
But Tara pulled away again, despite Willow's growl of protest, and fixed her with one of those serious looks. "Will, I'm not going anywhere, I'll still be here in the morning," she promised, still stroking Willow's neck. "Let's get some sleep and we can pick up where we left up tomorrow."
Knowing that once Tara had her mind set it wasn't easily changed, even when Willow was the one trying, the red-head sighed. "Alright," she agreed grudgingly, sliding herself under the covers with a pout on her face. "But only because I know you're as exhausted as I am."
Tara smiled and kissed her on the forehead before flicking the light off and slipping under the covers behind her, wrapping her arms around Willow and drawing her close. "Mmmm, Willow-hair," Tara murmured, nuzzling Willow's head gently.
Willow smiled in the dark and twined her arms around Tara's, still amazed by her own boldness in finally kissing her. "Mmmm, Tara-arms," she replied, her voice heavy with sleep despite her earlier protests. Soon, the sound of Tara's breathing lulling her, she was fast asleep.
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Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Tara, Willow
Prompt: 007. Aroused
Word Count: 818
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of its characters (sadly enough), they definitely belong to Joss Whedon.
Summary: Why the rose went flying around the room instead of the petals just coming off one by one.
Warnings: Tara/Willow (f/f) love contained within, etc. etc.
Author: Katherine Magnolia, a.k.a. desire-of-nymph, written for the 100moods challenge.
"What happens?" Tara asked, eying the rose lying in the middle of the circle before looking up at Willow. She was thrilled that the red-head had stopped by to try out a spell, but Willow was so excited that she hadn't fully explained what was going to happen yet. And Tara had not felt the need to interrupt her babbling to ask, listening to Willow go on and on like she had a habit of doing made her smile.
"Oh!" Willow exclaimed, a faint blush tinging her cheeks. "The rose will levitate and all of the petals will come off. It'll be really cool." The blush faded away when Tara smiled at her, replaced by a beaming smile of her own. "So, do you want to try it with me? We have to be in tune, but I think that we can manage it. After all, we did that first time we actually did any sort of spell together."
Tara nodded, remembering how she and Willow had linked hands to move the pop machine and stop those creatures from getting inside. "Of course I want to try it," she said, extending both of her hands out to Willow. "I-I'm always up for spells with you." She had thought it impossible, but Willow's smile grew even wider when she linked her hands with Tara's.
"Now, close your eyes and focus on making our energy, our power, in tune, linked like our hands are," Willow's voice had lost it's excited edge to become more soothing, and Tara's eyes drifted shut to focus on exactly that.
But the moment that her eyes had closed, her mind focused on the one thing that succeeded in making Tara's pale cheeks heat up in a blush. She focused on how warm and soft Willow's hands felt entwined with her own. A different sort of energy started to stir within her and, despite knowing that she was supposed to be focusing on becoming in-tune with Willow, Tara did not suppress it right away. Willow's fingers, which had previously been still, were now stroking Tara's palms lightly, tracing small circles on the delicate skin. When Tara opened her eyes to peek at Willow's face, she saw a mischievous smile there that had nothing to do with the spell they were attempting.
She had held hands with Willow before, but her body had never tingled like this. It was as though Willow was an electrical outlet sending tiny little shocks through her hands into Tara. And with each little shock, Tara's resolve to not think improper things about her friend grew weaker and weaker. As the rose lifted up into the air, for Tara and Willow's energy was on the same level, Tara let her emotionally-enhanced imagination take over.
Willow's fingers slipped down along Tara's cloth-covered wrist. "Tara," she whispered, causing the blonde's eyes to flutter open. She licked her lips at the look on the red-head's face, not even noticing as the rose dropped to the ground. Then Willow's hands were clasping hers again and she was tugging forward as she climbed to her feet, pulling Tara up and against her. She bit down on her lip when Willow's hands slipped down her sides, coming to rest on her hips. "I have a new spell," Willow said in her ear, a wicked smile curving her lips. "Wanna try it with me?"
"I'm always up for spells with you," Tara murmured, her stammer completely gone. She was filled with boldness for some reason, and no blush stained her cheeks when she trailed her hand up to Willow's small, soft breast.
"Mmmmm," Willow moaned, sucking on Tara's earlobe lightly. "Tara-skin."
A surge shot along Tara's arms, shattering the scene playing through her mind and causing her eyes to fly open. Across from her, Willow had a surprised expression on her face, and both jumped to their feet. The rose, which had been levitating above the circle with all its petals still attached, had zoomed around the room and landed near their feet. Thin tendrils of smoke swirled from the petal-less top.
Tara, trembling from the pure desire her little scene had sent coursing through her veins, wasn't able to meet Willow's eyes without a blush and rush of adrenaline. "W-what happened?" she asked, though she had a pretty good idea.
"I don't know," Willow replied, "but the petals are all off."
"Uh-huh." Tara bent down to start cleaning the circle and jerked right back up, eyes wide. She would have sworn that Willow had just pinched her ass, and the little smirk that the red-head flashed at her did nothing to dissuade the notion. Maybe I wasn't the only one having illusions, Tara thought, one side of her mouth tugging up in a grin at the thought that maybe Willow was starting to feel more friendship, too.
After all, Tara didn't daydream about every hot girl she knew.
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Title: Yours
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Tara, Willow
Prompt: 096. Touched
Word Count: 225
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of its characters (sadly enough), they definitely belong to Joss Whedon.
Summary: All it takes is a short moment for two lives to be changed forever. (That infamous scene from 'This Year's Girl')
Warnings: Tara/Willow (f/f) love contained within, etc. etc.
Author: Katherine Magnolia, a.k.a. desire-of-nymph, written for the 100moods challenge.
Tara tilted her head to one side as Willow babbled, because that was what the red-head was doing. It was as adorable as ever, but there was something more to it this time. A genuine desire to get across what she was trying to say. And when she finished Tara nearly melted right into the bed. "I just wanted something that's, you know, mine," Willow said, her eyes shimmering with something Tara hadn't seen before. "And I usually don't use this many words to say something so little, but do you get it at all?"
"I do," Tara said honestly, warmth suffusing her body. Her mind raced to put into words what she was feeling before this warm, oddly perfect moment passed.
"I better check in with Giles," Willow said quickly, standing and starting away. "Get a situation update."
When Willow was at the door, Tara found her voice. "I am, you know," she said, surprised at just how steady her voice was.
"What?"
Tara turned to look at Willow, her blue eyes shimmering in the light. "Yours." And she knew, in that precise moment, that all she was ever going to be in the years to come was Willow's. The warm, happy smile that came to Willow's face let her know that the red-head felt the same way more than words ever could have.
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Title: First Kiss
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Tara, Willow
Prompt: 039. Exhausted
Word Count: 850
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of its characters (sadly enough), they definitely belong to Joss Whedon.
Summary: Willow finally works up the nerve to do something that she's been wanting to for quite awhile...
Warnings: Tara/Willow (f/f) love contained within, etc. etc.
Author: Katherine Magnolia, a.k.a. desire-of-nymph, written for the 100moods challenge.
"Ugh, I'm so glad that's over with!" Willow exclaimed as she threw herself down on Tara's bed, burying her face in the sweetly-scented pillow. "I don't think I've used that much energy up in my life, or if I could do it again." The bed creaked a little as Tara settled in beside Willow, her knee brushing against the red-head's side. Despite her self-proclaimed exhaustion, Willow couldn't keep a shiver from running through her body. The spell that they had done the previous night kept running through her head and she was honestly afraid of the emotions that had been unleashed by it. Even with Oz, and once again there was no twinge or sense of remorse at thinking his name, things hadn't been like this without so much as a kiss.
"Y-you'll be able to again," Tara assured her, a smile in her voice. "More than that, even. Y-you'll be better than me."
Willow sat up, blinking rapidly to keep from gasping when she found her face not an inch from Tara's. For a moment she forgot what it had been she wanted to say, Tara had a way of doing that to her. "Ummm... oh! You don't have to say that to make me feel better, I'm just happy to be able to do spells with you." Tara's crooked smile made her heart flutter, her fingers practically itched with need to at least brushed those lips. "Have I thanked you yet for noticing that Buffy wasn't herself?" No! Willow berated herself, breaking eye-contact with Tara. That's not the right thing to say at all. Stupid, stupid, stupid-
"N-no problem." Soft, warm fingers slipped under Willow's chin and lifted until Willow was gazing at Tara's dark blue eyes again, caught like a moth drawn to the flame. "I'll a-always be here to help y-you."
Now or never, Willow told herself, feeling like she was awash in the sweet scent that was Tara as she leaned forward and tilted her head a little. "You'd better be," she whispered just before she pressed her lips against Tara's.
Pure electricity seemed to ripple from where her lips were pressed to Tara's, shooting through her entire body. She tried to think of what it felt like, but her thoughts were too jumbled, too focused on Tara. Her fingers had somehow become tangled in the heavy silk that was Tara's hair and she could feel warm fingers caressing her neck in all the right places. A whimper escaped from her lips when Tara pulled back, but it was soon replaced by a gasp of realization. What if she had read all the signs wrong? What if Tara hadn't wanted to kiss her? Tears were swimming in her emerald orbs when she looked at Tara and whispered, "I'm sorry."
Tara shook her head, pressing a slender finger against Willow's mouth. "No," she said, her voice shaking but clear. "Don't be sorry, Willow, I've wanted that since I meant you." Warmth suffused Willow's body once more and a smile spread across her face in reply to Tara's crooked grin. It was then that Willow realized Tara's other hand was still resting against her neck, caressing the tender skin there gently. She couldn't stop from leaning into that a little, her eyes drifting shut as something akin to a purr drifted from her mouth. "It's just that you're exhausted, I can see it in your eyes, and you need your rest. I don't want you to overexert yourself, we do have classes tomorrow."
Willow's eyes snapped open, an incredulous look on her face. "You have got to be kidding," she said, untangling her hands so that she could cup Tara's face in her hands. "I finally work up the nerve to kiss you and you're worried about me being too tired?! Sometimes I wonder if you're all here." She pulled Tara's face closer and kissed her again, harder this time, as though to prove to the other woman that she wasn't too tired at all.
But Tara pulled away again, despite Willow's growl of protest, and fixed her with one of those serious looks. "Will, I'm not going anywhere, I'll still be here in the morning," she promised, still stroking Willow's neck. "Let's get some sleep and we can pick up where we left up tomorrow."
Knowing that once Tara had her mind set it wasn't easily changed, even when Willow was the one trying, the red-head sighed. "Alright," she agreed grudgingly, sliding herself under the covers with a pout on her face. "But only because I know you're as exhausted as I am."
Tara smiled and kissed her on the forehead before flicking the light off and slipping under the covers behind her, wrapping her arms around Willow and drawing her close. "Mmmm, Willow-hair," Tara murmured, nuzzling Willow's head gently.
Willow smiled in the dark and twined her arms around Tara's, still amazed by her own boldness in finally kissing her. "Mmmm, Tara-arms," she replied, her voice heavy with sleep despite her earlier protests. Soon, the sound of Tara's breathing lulling her, she was fast asleep.
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