Fics for 2015 #029 ~ Cresting the Wave (written for drabbletag6 at femslash100)
O0-kay; this is the scariest of all four for me, because I am attempting an actual sex scene; though not explicit it's still a nerve-wracker for me.
TITLE: Cresting the Wave
AUTHOR:
kerkevik_2014
FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (S4)
PROMPT: drabbletag6 @
femslash100 Tara/Willow - Rimming - requested by
swan_secrets
RATING: R
WORD COUNT: 100
A/N: This is set post the closing of the door at the end of "New Moon Rising". Almost my very first buffyverse fic was written about the morning after and can be found here http://www.ralst.com/DanceHappyLittleToaster.HTM (please note that in my personal headcanon Willow is bi; Tara gay. Not that that matters where these two fics are concerned).
Whatever Willow had expected from tonight, it wasn't this.
Gasping at the magical chill, she sighed as it was replaced by a warm, probing, dampness, which slowly set a musky; moist warmth spreading within her.
Minute at first, pressure built; curious; teasing; sensuous.
Seeking for her key.
Heat; mind getting fuzzy; a viscid wetness intense past even where she'd been before.
Willow, brain sharply unfocussed, bit the crest of the wave into the pillow.
Fingers; one wetter than the rest, stroked her back to lucidity.
Tara raised her head from where she nuzzled Willow's bottom.
"Now the fun really starts."
May the Goddess watch over us all,
Kerk TehKek
TITLE: Cresting the Wave
AUTHOR:
kerkevik_2014
FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (S4)
PROMPT: drabbletag6 @
femslash100 Tara/Willow - Rimming - requested by
swan_secrets
RATING: R
WORD COUNT: 100
A/N: This is set post the closing of the door at the end of "New Moon Rising". Almost my very first buffyverse fic was written about the morning after and can be found here http://www.ralst.com/DanceHappyLittleToaster.HTM (please note that in my personal headcanon Willow is bi; Tara gay. Not that that matters where these two fics are concerned).
Whatever Willow had expected from tonight, it wasn't this.
Gasping at the magical chill, she sighed as it was replaced by a warm, probing, dampness, which slowly set a musky; moist warmth spreading within her.
Minute at first, pressure built; curious; teasing; sensuous.
Seeking for her key.
Heat; mind getting fuzzy; a viscid wetness intense past even where she'd been before.
Willow, brain sharply unfocussed, bit the crest of the wave into the pillow.
Fingers; one wetter than the rest, stroked her back to lucidity.
Tara raised her head from where she nuzzled Willow's bottom.
"Now the fun really starts."
May the Goddess watch over us all,
Kerk TehKek