CN Winters and Susan Carr
Buffy fanfiction; Willow fanfiction; Buffy slash
Disclaimers: Joss owns
We're just borrowing them.
Distribution: CN's Caldron
(http://cnscaldron.tripod.com) and Mystic
Timeframe: Set during season five before the brain suckage and
Buffy's death. You know…happier times.<G>
Synopsis: Tara's in a horny spurt and tries to convince Willow to
blow off a class.
CN's Note: Susan wanted to write a smut piece together so this is
what happens when two dirty minds think alike.<G>
Feedback: Susan at
firstname.lastname@example.org or CN at email@example.com
"Why don’t you stay home today, Willow?"
Tara stood in her robe with her hands on her hips, examining Willow
who was busy tying her shoes.
"I gotta go. I’ve got class."
"I know that. You’re a classy lady," Tara teased.
Willow looked up and grinned as she unzipped her backpack. "I
meant I have a course."
"I know what you meant," Tara sighed. Willow still seemed
set on leaving. "Oh come on Will," Tara added. "Throw
caution to the wind and just stay here. I’ll make it worth your
Willow paused from putting her books in her backpack to see the sexy
smirk on her girlfriend’s faced. With a look like that she was sure
she’d find delight in whatever Tara had in mind. But quickly, she
shook it off. She couldn’t miss class, especially not today.
"I can’t," Willow said, returning to her task. "I’ve
got a test."
"Willow, you’ve got a ‘A’ average in that class like every
other class. Missing one test isn’t going to be the end of you."
"See? My insane colored pen o’ rama works."
"Again, I said quirky not insane."
Tara grinned and came up behind Willow wrapping her arms around the
redhead. One hand moved up and pushed the hair behind Willow’s ear
before she leaned down. "I promise lots of fun."
Willow groaned. Why does she have to make this so damn hard?
"Fun?" Willow asked in an unsteady voice.
"Lots of fun."
At Tara’s whisper, Willow closed her eyes and inhaled the smell of
Tara’s perfume—a mix of vanilla and hazelwood. It was her body
lotion and Willow knew it well. The blonde’s entire body smelled of
it. Well, maybe not her entire body. There was one place in particular
that was a tad musky and warm and…No! No! Don’t go there!
Tara’s other hand sinuously snaked its way down Willow’s front
until it was gently cupping Willow’s mound through her jeans. At
Willow’s moan, Tara tightened her grip causing the seam of the jeans
to press almost painfully against Willow’s clit.
Hands! Hands! Willow pulled away with an apology.
"I’m sorry Tara I can’t. I want to. I do. B-but I have to go…"
"I was right."
"You wouldn’t blow off a class if your head was on fire,"
"That is so not true!"
"Yes it is."
"Tara," Willow began. "You know my classes are
important to me a-and you know you are too. Please don’t make me
choose here, okay?" Willow began to look around the room.
"Have you seen my scientific calculator?"
"Did you check under the bed?"
"Under the bed?"
"Yeah. Remember last night? Stuff kinda got tossed off all of a
sudden. Maybe it fell underneath?"
Willow tried to ignore the sexy smirk Tara wore although she did
remember the prior night. Tara came home after her class and didn’t
say anything other than ‘I want you’. No, ‘how was your day’ or
‘what are you doing’. Not even a ‘hi there’. Just ‘I want you’.
And that was more than enough. Willow pushed the books, notepad and book
bag to the floor and pulled her lover into bed.
For the past two weeks Tara seemed insatiable. Not that it was a
problem. Far from it. Willow was enjoying every moment of it. She’d
never felt more wanted in her life and the looks that Tara could send
her shook her to her very core. But today was different. Today was
important. Sure, Tara was right. Missing this one test wouldn’t be the
end of the world academically and she could still pass the class without
problem. But still…
Willow pulled the comforter back and found the calculator stashed
underneath. When she rose to her feet she found herself face to face
"Please stay," Tara said softly before laying claim to
The smaller Wiccan closed her eyes and found herself falling deeper
into the exchange. It started slow and sensual but now the kisses were
getting quicker and more forceful. Her desire to grab Tara, rip the robe
open and ravish her all over again was becoming overwhelming.
Reluctantly, Willow moved away.
"I can’t Baby I can’t. It’s just one class and I’ll be
back in a flash. A-and then I’m done for the day."
"You’re really gonna leave me here this wanton?"
Willow groaned again. Wanton? Did she have to use the word wanton?
Sure, if I said it then it would sound corny but from her… It’s so
damn sexy. And she’s so damn sexy. And she’s making me so damn…wanton…Oh
geez…I gotta leave now… "I don’t have a choice."
"Okay," Tara said motioning her hand to the door. "I
Willow didn’t move immediately. "You’re not mad?" she
"Disappointed…Horny…But not mad."
Okay that I can handle. "Look Tara. I’ll go to class, race
through the test and rush back here to the dorms. 45 minutes—an hour
"Fine," Tara said casually with a shrug.
Something still seemed amiss. Tara was giving up way to easy for as
strong as she was coming on. But Willow didn’t have time to analyze
She gave Tara a quick peck on the cheek for fear that anything more
might lead her back to where she was a few minutes ago. The brief
exchange already left her wet so she wasn’t going to push it any
further by kissing Tara’s lips again. That might lead to undressed and
undressed would lead to missing the test.
Tara watched Willow leave, closing the door behind her. A wicked
thought crossed her mind. One last chance she thought. She turned
and walked toward the window, knowing that Willow had to pass it to get
to class. She opened her robe slightly and slipped her right hand inside
the silky material. She began to stroke her already erect nipple and
just as she suspected Willow began to walk by. The sight stopped Willow
in her tracks.
Tara gave her a sexy smirk but didn’t stop. Willow looked around
for a moment to see if anyone else was watching her girlfriend feel
herself up. The shy girl that could barely get a sentence out when they
first met had grown into a confident, ardent woman. Willow loved both
sides of Tara but at the moment she had to admit she liked this one a
bit more. She looked so damn erotic and Willow soon found herself on
Tara’s head dropped back slightly and her lips were parted as if
her breathing had increased. Willow stood hypnotized as she watched Tara’s
hand moving under the robe. She could tell her lover’s desire was
building higher with each stroke by the rise and fall of her shoulders.
Tara licked her lips and placed her left hand flat against the glass.
Willow seemed drawn to her and placed her own hand perfectly centered
against the glass as well. She wanted to feel her flesh but the cold,
slick surface was like an invisible barrier.
Tara let the robe fall open further and she used her hand to prop up
her breast. The full view of that breast made the redhead’s breath
catch in her throat. She watched as Tara leaned down to the raised
breast and began licking the nipple with an outstretched tongue. Tara
always had a long tongue and Willow found herself licking her own lips
in response to watching Tara enjoying her own body. After a few moments
Tara looked up to see Willow still staring opened mouth at the display.
She gave her a final sexy smirk. And that was all that Willow needed.
Class was official over.
"You win," the redhead mouthed through the window. Tara
gave her a full smile and watched as Willow slipped back toward the
When the door bust open Tara giggled. "I win huh?"
Willow didn’t even reply. She tossed her book bag toward the closet
and raced over. Her fingers ran through Tara’s hair at her temples and
she pulled the woman into a fiery kiss. Tara began to reach behind her
to shut the curtain but Willow stopped her.
"Leave it open," Willow told her before pulling Tara along
to the bed.
"Someone might see," she said in weak argument.
The growl in Willow’s voice melted Tara’s inhibitions away.
Willow wanted to put on show and at that very moment it was fine by her.
In fact, she welcomed it. She’d never done something so sexually
brazen before but Willow just pulled it out of her. Feeling the desire
radiate off of the redhead left Tara in a state to where she didn’t
care if the whole campus including the Scooby gang were there at the
window. She would show them who she belonged to and who belonged to her.
Willow was everything to her and she had no qualms about letting the
world know it.
With a gentle push, Tara’s back hit of the bed and she watched as
Willow pulled the sash free and opened the robe, exposing her naked
"Like what you see, Baby?" Tara asked.
Willow nodded, wondering where all of the moisture in the mouth had
run off to. "Oh yeah. Very much. Want more." How is it she
always manages to reduce my sentences to fragments? Then all thought
seemed to vanish as her beautiful girlfriend sat up halfway and leaned
on her elbows taking a pointed and slow look down the length of her
"Uh, Will, I don’t think I can get much more naked than this,
Willow nodded and Tara lifted her eyebrow up in a question.
"Show me, Baby…" Willow said, her eyes darkening changing
from bright green to hazel. "Let me see how you love me."
"Show you?" Tara asked seductively as she grasped Willow’s
Willow nodded, words finally deserting her—temporarily or
permanently, she didn’t care. Willow watched Tara lifted herself
completed off the bed and approached her, the sides of the robe gently
caressing Tara’s sweet skin.
Tara ran her hands down Willow’s arms and felt goosebumps rise
under her touch. She took Willow’s hand in hers and led the redhead
over to the chair. "Sit down, Sweetie."
Then she turned her back on Willow and paused in front of the window.
With a slow and deliberate motion, she allowed the robe to slip down her
shoulders and to the floor, exposing her backside to Willow’s view.
She turned her head and looked over her shoulder, allowing her body to
turn only just enough so Willow could catch a glimpse of the swell of
her breast, but at the same time fully exposing her body to anyone
passing by the open window. Willow was gazing at her in undisguised
lust. Oh yeah, she was so going to reward Willow for missing her class.
Tara slowly walked over to the bed that sat directly across from the
window. Willow’s eyes lay so heavily upon her skin that she could
almost feel her touch, causing just a few goosebumps of her own. She sat
the edge and crossed her legs in one quick movement, hiding her sex from
Willow’s view. For the moment at least.
"Willow?" Tara asked.
"Take off your clothes."
Willow blinked. "Uh, what?"
"Take off your clothing, Sweetie."
"Uh…" Willow glanced out the window at the students
passing just beyond the hedges, her former boldness momentarily
Tara saw Willow’s hesitation and smiled. "Tell ya what. How
about if you take off your shoes and socks, I do this?"
Willow watched as Tara licked the tip of her index finger and slowly
started to rub her nipple with the moist digit. The redhead immediately
forgot the window and bent down to remove her socks and footwear, never
taking her eyes from her girlfriend’s body. In response Willow felt
her own nipples tightening into stiff peaks.
Tara smiled as she watched Willow toss the clothing into the corner
and wiggle her toes in anticipation.
"And how about if you take off your shirt and bra, I do
this?" With that Tara began to squeeze and stimulate both her
breasts, her eyes half-lidded in enjoyment at Willow’s reactions.
"O-okay!" Willow squeaked as she hurriedly complied with
Tara’s request, eager to see what else the blonde had in store for
"Sweetie…" Tara began and slowly began to uncross her
legs and move her hands sensuously down to her thighs. "How about
Before Tara could complete her sentence Willow jumped from the chair
and pulled both her pants and panties off with one motion. Tara chuckled
at Willow’s enthusiasm.
"Okay!" Willow said eagerly as she sat back down.
Tara chuckled again and leaned back to rest on her elbows, still
keeping her legs close together.
"Willow…" she began. "Lean back, Sweetie."
"Uh, why?" she asked, finally able to put two words
together. Well, okay, almost two words…it’s progress, Willow
"I want to look at you too," Tara smiled. "Spread your
legs for me, Baby. I want to see you. You’re so beautiful, you
"Uh…" Gods, I’m reduced to single vowel syllables
now, Willow thought.
"Like this, Baby," Tara purred. She ran her hands down her
thighs to her knees and back up again along the insides. As she moved,
her hands slowly pushing her legs apart, traveling toward her center.
Willow didn’t even think as her body fell back on her elbows of its
own volition and she unconsciously mimicked Tara’s pose in the press
Tara smiled as Willow presented herself, the glistening red curls and
the swollen nub peeking out between her lips all indications of Willow’s
arousal. Goddess, I love that woman, she thought to herself. Tara
moved one hand down and spread her own lips apart with her fingers.
"Can you see Willow?" she said moving her other hand down
and running it through her wetness. "This is how I love you. This
is how much you excite me."
Willow groaned as she watched Tara moving her fingers over and around
her own clit, easily sliding over the slick folds. She could feel her
own wetness seeping out in response to Tara’s show. She wanted to
touch herself too, but was afraid she would miss a single moment. So
instead her fingers clawed into the arms of the chair.
"Oh Willow," Tara moaned as her hips rose up, her buttocks
clenching in pleasure as her excitement grew.
Tara continued her movements, one hand holding herself open for
Willow’s view, the other moving continuously over herself. Tara moved
both of her feet up so that her legs were spread wide open.
Willow moaned in desire at the full view of Tara’s most intimate
"Oh Tara!" Willow whispered at the beautiful sight.
"Please Baby," she begged. "Come for me, Tara."
"Come for you?" Tara tried to ask in a coy voice but her
breathing had growing more ragged, her hands moving faster. She fought
for air and her skin was starting to flush. She could sense Willow’s
arousal. No not sense it, Tara considered. Smell. I can smell
it. And it’s delicious.
The entire room smelled like pussy and Tara began licking her lips
subconsciously. Only one thing was better than the way Willow smelled
and that was her taste. It didn’t matter that Willow was across the
room. Tara would know the scent of Willow’s passion anywhere. It
filled Tara’s nostrils and soaked into her blood, traveling through
every inch of her aroused body. She was so close.
It was all Willow could do to keep herself in the chair. The desire
to race across the room and bury her face into the glistening blonde
curls was overwhelming. She too had begun to fight for air as she
watched Tara’s show and she felt the growing wetness between her legs
"Oh Goddess Tara," Willow mumbled, her desire making it
difficult to speak. She watched Tara’s hips buck and every once in a
while she could spot those beautiful breasts bouncing as a result. To
Willow she looked…she looked…"So hot Baby," the redhead
"Oh yes!" Tara cried loud enough to rattle the windows as
Willow’s words pushed her over the edge to her climax. Her hips rose
off of the bed and stayed there from the sheer power of it. Her body
arched off the mattress as Tara rode the waves of her orgasm.
"Oh Gods," Willow whispered. Her own passion couldn’t be
contained any longer. She had to taste Tara.
The blonde hadn’t even returned from her high when she felt Willow’s
hands gripping her open thighs and her tongue lapping greedily at her
sex. Willow squeezed the flesh of her legs and she pulled back for just
"You taste so wonderful after you come," Willow told her
before diving back into her task. All Tara could do was grunt and push
her hips harder into Willow’s face.
They’d shared some wonderful nights, mornings and afternoons
together but Tara had to admit this was one of the best if not the
best time. It was as if Willow was crawling around inside her skin and
touching her very soul. Her hand shot down to the back of Willow’s
head in praise of the lips and tongue and teeth that graced her center.
Willow moaned in response to being led—controlled by Tara’s hand—and
the vibration of it rattled against Tara’s sex.
"Oh Goddess," Tara cried as she felt another orgasm fast
approaching. She knew that Willow had to be ready to pop at this point
and she didn’t want to come without her. Wanton or not, Tara couldn’t
be selfish when it came to Willow.
At first Willow wasn’t sure why Tara was pulling her up to the bed.
But soon she realized what Tara had in mind as she positioned their legs
between each other.
"Oh God Will," Tara said letting her head fall back to the
mattress as Willow positioned herself over her. Tara’s leg instantly
became drenched in Willow’s arousal, creating a new passion within
herself. "You’re so fucking wet," she whispered hoarsely
from below her lover.
Tara rarely swore and when she did it while making love Willow found
it so dirty and naughty and sexy. It fueled her desire even more.
She began to grind against Tara’s body, their breasts rubbing
together as their legs slid against each other’s sex. Tara looked down
to watch the wave like motion of Willow’s hips. Willow often joked
that she had no sense of rhythm on the dance floor but Tara had to say
that in bed all that was put to rest. Willow did have rhythm when she
could let herself go with abandon. And Tara felt lucky and honored that
Willow could privately release her inhibitions with her, especially as
this moment was proving.
The sway of Willow’s hips, her clinched jaw making the muscles in
her neck stand out, her eyes shut tight striving to bring Tara over the
top—it was a sight to behold. And Tara felt honored to be the one that
Willow choose to share her body and her life with in everyway.
Tara’s fingernails raked down Willow’s back until they came to
rest on her derrière. Her fingers prodded the tight muscles, leaving
small half-moon impressions. It hurt slightly but Willow didn’t mind.
In fact she loved the feel of Tara marking her, branding her, making her
hers—and hers alone. Suddenly that wasn’t the only branding Willow
Putting her weight on one arm, Willow reached for Tara’s head and
pulled her up to her neck.
"Bite me," Willow told her. "Mark me Baby."
"B-Bite you?" Tara asked unsure. She didn’t think it was
possible to be wetter than she already was but she soon realized she was
wrong as Willow’s words registered.
Willow nodded. "Bite me hard."
Tara’s lips and teeth gripped Willow’s neck forcefully just under
her earlobe and Willow’s eyes shot open at the sudden jolt of pain
mixed with pleasure. Tara began to suck on the flesh, leaving a bright
red impression in its wake.
Willow’s sigh was a sound between a strangled cry and an approving
grunt. Tara had never heard it before but she loved the way it rang in
her ears. Her hand reached down to Willow’s backside and this time
with more force than before her fingernails dug into the flesh.
"Oh fuck Tara," Willow cried out. "That’s it Baby.
Harder. Do it hard. Make me Cuu…"
Willow couldn’t finish the words. Her body tensed and Tara knew
Willow reached her climax by the way her body shuddered against her. The
redheaded witch didn’t rest however. Her hand shot between their
bodies and she moved her fingers at lightening speed across Tara’s
"Come on," Willow growled. "Come for me bitch."
For a moment Tara was taken back by the words. Willow was bolder of
the two of them, she had to admit, but still she’d never heard
anything like that come out of Willow’s mouth. After the initial
surprise wore off Tara wasn’t insulted as she might have expected.
Right now it sounded so erotic, so commanding and the feel of Willow’s
hand was beyond delightful. Bitch huh? Tara considered.
"Oh yeah," Tara sighed in Willow’s ear. "I’m your
bitch. I’m your girl. I’m your everything," she panted.
"Don’t you ever fucking forget it."
Willow looked down at Tara in what appeared to shock but Tara
realized as Willow’s face flushed it wasn’t shock. She actually made
Willow come again with her words. That fact and Willow's relentless
fingers pushed Tara over the edge and she felt back against the
mattress, her back arching.
"Oh Willlll," she cried as the waves began to tumble over
As her orgasm swept over her, Tara felt Willow try to move off of her
yet not quite succeeding. The redhead collapsed on Tara’s side, trying
to catch her breath as her head rested in the crook of Tara’s neck.
"That was…" Willow said trying to breath and talk at
once. "…worth…staying home."
"Fun?" Tara asked as she too tried to get her breath.
"Lots of," Willow answered with a half chuckle. "Kept
your promise," she added still trying to breathe.
As the world came back into focus and their breathing steadied Tara
watched as Willow darted to her elbow. "Oh God Tara," she
suddenly exclaimed realizing what she had said earlier. "I didn’t
mean…When I called you a-a … I didn’t…"
Tara put a long finger over Willow’s lips and gave her a gentle
smile. "It was totally erotic Sweetie. I loved it," she said
"You did?" Willow asked.
Tara nodded. "Just don’t go using that word when we
argue," she warned with a grin. "Then I’ll be
offended." She reached up and kissed Willow on the nose before
pulling the redhead into an embrace.
Suddenly Tara felt a bit guilty and she cleared her throat. "I
have a confession to make."
Willow didn’t rise but she could feel Tara’s body tense up and
hers did the same in response. "What?"
"You didn’t miss your test Will."
"What?" Willow asked now moving up to look at Tara.
"The TA came by and thought you might be here. She said the
course was canceled today."
"You knew the whole time?"
Tara simply nodded. "I just wanted to see if I had the power to
make you blow off a class. And I succeeded and I promise I will never do
it again. I know how important school is to you, Willow. I guess I just
wanted to test the waters."
Willow grinned. "Guess we know who the real vixen is here,"
"You’re not mad?"
"Disappointed…Horny…But not mad, " Willow teased
mimicking Tara from their earlier conversation.
"How can you still be horny?" Tara chuckled.
"I’m lying in bed naked with you and you seriously have to ask
Tara chuckled. "Point taken a-and totally understandable,"
she added, moving to kiss Willow’s neck where her biting took place
earlier. "It’s gonna be quite a love mark," Tara mentioned.
"Yeah but I still got the other side that needs one,"
Willow said turning her head, offering up her neck.
When she did, that’s when she saw Xander and Buffy standing slack
jawed outside the window. Okay, Xander was slack jawed and Buffy was
trying to tug him away. Even Slayer strength didn’t seem to be able to
make him move. Suddenly Buffy stopped pulling and looked inside the
window with a ‘we’re so busted’ look on her face. Willow had to
Tara stopped kissing Willow’s neck and pulled back to find out what
"What is it?" she asked. Willow didn’t answer. She just
turned in the direction that Willow was smiling. That’s when she too
saw the pair. Suddenly Tara tried to pull the blankets around her.
"Oh my god," she whispered, starting to blush. "How long
have they been there?"
"Well if the look on Xander’s face is any indication…quite
awhile," Willow grin.
"Oh god Will. Oh god. I’m so sorry," Tara started but
Willow cut her off.
"I’m not. I hope they got quite the show," Willow
answered, grinning and kissing Tara on the cheek.
She walked toward the window, totally nude. Her body still hummed
with the excitement Tara provided and she didn’t feel bashful in the
least. Besides Buffy had seen her naked before. Back in high school and
even in college they dressed and undressed in front of each other all
the time. Willow motioned as if she had a telephone to her ear and
mouthed as she pointed, "I’ll call you."
Buffy gave her a sheepish grin and nodded. Then she watched as Willow
quickly turned to Xander with a playful grin. She let her hands make a
sweeping gesture over her body and allowed herself to turn 360 degrees
giving him a full view.
"You like?" she asked through the glass. He could only nod.
"Too bad," she replied with a smirk. She closed the curtain a
second later, blocking his view. Willow could hear Buffy’s cackle on
the other side of the glass.
"Lemme tell ya. You had it all Xander and you blew it,"
Buffy said with a chuckle.
"Very funny," Xander sighed.
"Looks like the show’s over," she added. "Can we go
"What about the Scooby meeting we came here for to begin
"I think we’re gonna be two scoobies light for awhile. They’ll
call later," she said as she nodded him along to the sidewalk.
Xander looked at Buffy and then the closed window. And then Buffy
again. He was torn. Should he stay or should he go? Maybe Tara might
open the window. He was sure it was getting warm in there. Warm and
hot and sticky…Oh god, Xander thought before his feet started to
try to catch up to Buffy. He couldn’t stay. It would be far too much
"Hey wait up," he shouted. In a few seconds, he was at
Buffy’s side as they walked along. "So tell the truth…what did
"I think you’re a pervert."
"Well that’s a given. What else?"
"Honestly," she asked with a grin, stopping to face him.
Xander nodded excitedly. "I think they’re very lucky they found
each other and they’ll love each other forever."
The seriousness and tone of Buffy’s reply caught Xander off guard.
He’d expected another teasing remark. Buffy began to walk on without
him, not looking back.
The thought of Willow and Tara together was always titillating to
Xander ever since he learned the truth about the pair. But for the first
time he looked deeper and glanced back to the dorm window. And suddenly
he felt quite cheap.
Willow had waited years to find someone who would love her
unconditionally. He was happy for her and maybe even a bit sad for
himself. Like Buffy said, he had it all and he blew it. As he jogged to
catch up to Buffy again he knew he would never view Tara and Willow in
the same light again. He realized what he witnessed earlier wasn’t
about sex as much as it was about love.
Wordless, he and Buffy walked back to the Magic Box.