Pairing: Willow/Tara (that means hot lesbian sex,
kiddies…you are officially forewarned)
Archive: fine, just ask first!
Disclaimer: yeah, I know, characters from “Buffy the Vampire
Slayer” are property of Joss Wheadon, blah blah, Mutant Enemy, blah blah…I
don’t own them, but if I did, I’d treat them with a lot more respect than those
wankers. And I’d keep them significantly further from gunfire.
Spoilers: everything through “Seeing Red,” except for the
horrible last scene that we won’t mention because it never happened. We will
find Willow and Tara
happily right where we left them, snuggled up in their bed in the Summers’ house…and poor Willow
has a cold. There’s a little bit of background/build-up, so try to be a tiny
bit patient—the smut will arrive! Enjoy!
the bedroom door quietly and peeked in. Willow
was sprawled dejectedly on her side on the rumpled bed, somehow managing to
look at her laptop screen at the odd angle while sniffling audibly and rubbing
her nose, which was almost as red as her hair. Her face was a combination of
pouty Willow and sleepy Willow,
and Tara’s heart swelled just looking at her. She had
only just moved back in with her girlfriend—no, her
soulmate—and she had barely taken her eyes off her love for a second.
“Baby? I made you some tea.” Tara
finally announced her presence after a good long moment of Willow-watching, her
lips automatically blossoming into a lopsided grin as Willow’s
warm green eyes met her own.
Honey,” Willow smiled as she sat up
and took the steaming mug with one hand, the other going unconsciously to Tara’s
back, where a little bit of skin was peeking out above the waistband of her
pajama bottoms, just begging to be caressed. She looked into the cup for a
moment, a tiny thought line appearing between her brows. “There’s, uh…no magic
in here, right?” She asked hesitantly.
old-fashioned kind,” Tara assured her. “You know, some rosehips, honey, and a lot of love.” She leaned
forward and kissed her lover’s unusually pale lips.
Willow squeaked. “You shouldn’t be
kissing me. In, in fact, you shouldn’t even be in here! Go, um, go help Dawn
with her homework. No Willow
sneezies for you.” Willow shook her
bit her lip petulantly as she gazed at the woman she loved. There were a
million very good reasons why she would never leave Willow
alone while she was sick. But there was also one profound and overriding reason
that Willow didn’t know about—that
no one, in fact, knew about. She grinned and shook her head, thinking of how
close she’d come to telling Willow
about her kinky little secret, the last time her girlfriend had caught a cold.
But, she reflected, that had been a very long time ago…over a year, in fact. Willow
was seldom ill, and she didn’t appear to be allergic to anything. And, what
with their recent separation, demons, hell gods, having her soul sucked out her
ears and raising Buffy from the grave, well, it just hadn’t come up. Besides,
it wasn’t as if Tara didn’t see stars every time they
made love, anyway. Willow didn’t
even have to try to turn Tara on. Every freckly inch of
her body, and every quirky turn of her thoughtful mind, sent Tara
over the moon. But, Tara reminded herself, as it just so happened…there was,
also, one particular thing that drove her insane every time.
honey, I’m not going to leave you alone while you’re feeling all yucky.
Besides, we’re been in bed for the past two days exchanging bodily fluids.”
Here the two exchanged a lascivious grin, as each of them went over some of the
finer points of those lovely two days in their heads. “If I’m gonna get it,
then I’m gonna get it. Now, drink your tea before it gets cold.”
was about to comply, but froze with the mug halfway to her mouth. Tara
gulped as she watched Willow’s eyes
flutter and her mouth open slightly, an expression of expectancy on her face.
Her eyes slid closed and she went all breathy, then her nose scrunched up in
protest to the beckoning sneeze. Tara felt the heat
shooting to her groin, tinged with a slight pang of guilt that she was getting
such pleasure (secret pleasure, she had to remind herself) from Willow’s
suffering. But the moment was short lived as Willow
leaned forward, her hand flying from Tara’s back to
press her knuckles hard against her nose, and her eyes squeezing shut as she sneezed a great “Huh-shooo!”
you,” Tara said sweetly, getting pleasure even from
that. Willow grumbled inaudibly and
grabbed a tissue from the bedside table, rubbing her nose raw. Tara
sighed as she watched her lover. Tell her? It seemed at turns stupid,
embarrassing, and completely natural. She didn’t get it, but hey, why did that
matter? She didn’t “get” what made her gay, either, but she had never really
lost any sleep over that. She knew Willow
loved her completely; it wasn’t as if she was worried about it really causing a
problem between them. It was just…the one thing. The one thing no one knew
about. Well, it had originally been one of two things, but since she’d found
out on her 20th birthday that she wasn’t secretly a demon, after
all, then there was just the one thing. Watching people sneeze turned her on. Big time. And, lucky for her, her girlfriend had what in her
opinion were the world’s sexiest sneezes. Granted, they were few and far
between, but that only served to increase her relishing enjoyment of them. Willow’s
sneezes were breathy and lusty, and oh so expressive. They seemed to rock her
whole body, and Tara couldn’t help it, it made her
now. She could feel her pulse begin to throb between her legs as Willow’s
eyes slid shut again. That was another great thing about Willow’s
sneezes—they were each a separate event, never in a string. This meant each had
its own build-up and release, infinitely more satisfying. Tara
watched her lover’s eyebrows quirk into an almost-frown as another sneeze
rocked her small frame. “Atchoo!”
tried not to squirm too noticeably on the spot as Willow
blew her nose, wetly. Oh yes, there was definitely much wetness at the
moment…Flushed, Tara bit her lip at the same time that Willow
looked up and caught her eye. Tara froze, the word
“busted” flashing across her mind, while Willow
merely looked confused, if not a little inquisitive.
judgmental, Tara noticed. No, her Willow
would never judge her. Tara saw the wheels turning in Willow’s
head, as she opened her mouth to speak, but her breath caught in her throat. Damn,
Tara thought, another one? She had never seen
Willow sneeze this much. It must be her lucky day. Impulsively, Tara
reached out and drew Willow’s hand
away from where it was poised to cover her nose and mouth. Their eyes locked,
Willow’s fighting to stay open; Tara pressed her own hand lightly over Willow’s
mouth, careful not to smother her lover’s breathing, so that her index finger
put gentle pressure on the underside of Willow’s nose. This seemed to be some
sort of catalyst for Willow’s
sneeze; her eyes squeezed shut, and her whole body jerked forward as she
sneezed into Tara’s hand with an explosive “Hatchoo!”
nearly came on the spot, the force of her lover’s sneeze dripping down her hand
like the honey from her orgasms. She had never done anything like that before,
not with anyone. It had been an impulse. She just wasn’t sure it was the right
watched Tara’s eyes, filled with want and uncertainty.
The want she was used to; the uncertainty she thought had gone forever, along
with the endearing stutter her lover had shed as she’d grown into a confident
young woman. Tara looked ready to apologize, or explain
away what was becoming so obvious. And Willow
found that she didn’t want her to do that, not at all. A sexy grin spread over
her full lips as Tara removed her hand.
turning you on.” It wasn’t a question. Tara, her eyes
still locked onto Willow’s, simply
nodded. She looked a bit paralyzed. “Wow,” Willow murmured, crawling closer to Tara
and straddling her lap, her hands winding into Tara’s
honey-blond hair. “And here I thought the all-naked, all-gay, wild Wiccan weekend was over till I stopped with the sneezies.”
She slipped her hand into Tara’s pajama bottoms, grazing
lightly through the liberal moisture she found in the curls there. “Guess not.”
was riveted. She couldn’t move at all. Staring up into Willow’s
mischievous eyes, she opened her mouth several times to try to speak. A firm
finger came down on her lips, as Willow
shook her head.
anything, Baby,” Willow whispered
huskily. The thrill of something completely new that could turn Tara
on like this was coursing through her like liquid hot magma. Something wholly
undiscovered. And, she reflected, it made her feel sexy, despite her runny nose
and gravelly cough. She grinned wickedly. “Let’s just…see where it goes.”
whispered back. She was beyond reasonable response, anyhow. The sudden light
that had been thrown onto her secret desire, and the knowledge that Willow
could now wield it consciously, even deliberately, was making her drip with raw
need. She began to tremble. With a throaty growl, Willow
kissed her, pushing up against the length of her body like a cat in heat, her
legs wrapping around Tara’s waist. Tara
moaned into the kiss, her hands going under Willow’s
pajama top to stroke the impossibly soft skin of her back. Willow
gently detached one of her hands from Tara’s blond
tresses, leaning back just enough to worm her hand between them and squeeze her
lover’s luscious breast. Her fingers quested between the buttons, trying to
find purchase on skin, searching for a rosy nipple. The flannel proved too much
of an obstacle, however, and Willow
growled again in frustration.
gasped, and Tara nodded, raising her arms so Willow
could pull her shirt over her head.
“You too,” Tara
murmured before Willow could latch
onto her breasts. Once that happened, Tara knew, there
was no diverting her attention—she always had been a breast gal. Whimpering, Willow
held up her arms, wetting her bruised lips as Tara
pulled the silk pajama top up and over her head. The action left her shoulder-length
red hair askew over her face, and Tara giggled as her
girlfriend shook out the silken strands, giving her an unimpeded view of Willow’s
face once more. Her face which was once again contorting in a
very sneezy way.
that shot through Tara this time was unlike any she’d
felt before. This time, Willow knew
what it was doing to her, and she didn’t have to hide it. She ran her hand
across Willow’s temple, watching
her blink rapidly as her nose crinkled adorably. Then she pulled her forward
until their foreheads touched.
it back,” Tara murmured, the
feeling of Willow’s ragged breath
against her mouth intoxicating.
started to say, but she never finished as the sneeze ripped through her,
propelling her into Tara’s body even more. “Huh-choo!”
gasped in ecstasy as Willow sneezed
against her. She’d never realized how intimate this would feel…never even
imagined. How could she? Sex with Willow
was always intensely intimate. But this…Tara was strung
so tightly, she felt sure she’d come at a feather’s touch. Drawing her forehead
back, she whimpered as Willow gazed
at her, almost leering, then wiped her nose carelessly with the back of her
hand, sniffling decadently.
that, huh Baby?” she murmured, reveling in the sensations of Tara
squirming under her.
Willow,” Tara gasped, the ache threatening to overtake
her. “Please touch me.”
response, Willow planted her hands
firmly on Tara’s shoulders and pushed her gently back
onto the bed, letting her weight rock her trembling lover deep into the twisted
blankets. Keeping her eyes locked on Tara’s, Willow
almost got lost in the deep, clear blue gaze her love was leveling at her.
Without tearing away, she drew her hands down Tara’s stomach, fingers splayed,
leaving little trails of electricity in her wake, until she reached the
waistband of her girlfriend’s pajamas. Without pausing, she wrapped her fingers
around this final barrier and began to pull them down, Tara
lifting her hips without being asked. Willow
stifled a moan as Tara’s utter perfection was fully
revealed. She would never stop being in awe of this body, this body that loved
her so fiercely, the only body that would ever touch hers again. Her nose being
very stuffy, Willow had to lower
her head close to Tara’s hot and sticky center just to
get a whiff of her arousal. It made her groan out her pleasure, that hot spicy
scent that was Tara, that was Tara’s need for her.
baby, you’re so wet,” Willow
murmured, nuzzling the baby soft skin of Tara’s inner
thigh. She was determined to take Tara’s pleasure to the
very edge; the feeling of being in charge was somehow unusually clear at the
moment and Willow was enjoying it.
Tara cried out plaintively, squirming and whimpering like
an overexcited puppy. Her hands reached out and wound themselves into Willow’s
soft red hair, trying not to pull or hurt, but desperate in their grip. “Now,”
she beseeched. She wasn’t commanding; she was begging. Oh, yes, Willow
liked this quite a lot.
With a soft
exhale of breath over her heated center, Willow
finally lowered her lips to Tara’s desire, her tongue
coming out to take one luxurious swipe up and over her clit. Tara
screamed, her hips bucking up and nearly causing Willow
to chip a tooth. Grinning, Willow
went lower as Tara’s hands began clenching and
unclenching in her hair. Without warning, Willow
plunged her tongue deep into Tara’s opening, licking all
the way back up to her clit in a long and satisfying stroke. Feeling Tara
shudder, she pulled back just a hair, and began blowing a cool puff of air over
Tara’s throbbing clit.
was babbling incoherently by now, helpless against her lover’s ministrations.
Spots of color danced across her eyes. Her body didn’t even seem to be under
her control anymore; it didn’t belong to her. It belonged to Willow.
Always Willow. Her love and desire at a fever pitch, Tara
looked down in ecstasy to watch Willow’s
face as her tongue danced. At some point, Willow
had slid two fingers into Tara and was pressing them in
as deep as they would go, as her mouth concentrated on torturing her
girlfriend’s clit with indirect stimulation. All the muscles of Tara’s
body were clenching; she knew she was about to come. Close, so close…
stopped. Tara made a sound like she’d been punched, the
loss of contact making her hips buck involuntarily. Then she looked, dazedly,
into Willow’s eyes, and realized
why she had stopped. This time, Tara didn’t have time to
think, or relish the moment, as one sharp intake of breath was all the warning
she got before Willow’s sneeze
exploded over her thighs, her belly, her dripping
cunt. Her nose actually pressed against Tara’s opening
as her body jerked with the force of a great “Huh-chooo!”
felt, rather than heard, the scream that ripped from her body as she came. It
was as if her entire body was clenching and unclenching around Willow’s
strong fingers, wave after wave making her shudder and gasp. She was still
taking huge gulps of air as Willow
crawled up her body and collapsed lazily against her, a huge, self-satisfied
grin covering her delicate features.
sighed, after planting a soft, loving kiss on Tara’s
lips. “I can’t wait to get sick again.”
The next morning, Buffy rubbed her
eyes sleepily as she shuffled to the bathroom in her yummy-sushi pajamas and
slippers. Pushing the door open, she let out a startled squeak when she
realized that Willow was already
there, standing at the counter with the cabinet open.
“Sorry Will,” she offered, shaking
her head to clear the last of her early-morning fogginess. “I didn’t think
you’d be up.” She noticed the aspirin in Willow’s
hand and gave her a sympathetic smile. “Still feeling blechy, huh?”
“Oh, uh, no,” Willow
stammered, avoiding Buffy’s eyes. “I’m great. A-OK, top o’
the morning. It’s, um, these are actually for Tara.”
Buffy, with her usual cluelessness, failed to notice the guilty expression or
the blush coloring her best friend’s cheeks at the admission.
“Oh, bummer,” she said
sympathetically. “I guess you guys are just stuck with catching each other’s
colds and stuff, what with sharing—“
interjected. “Yeah, um, we’re always drinking out of the same glass…we, uh, we
should stop doing that I guess, I mean, when one of us is sick, but I guess you
don’t always know until you are, sick, I mean, and by then—“
“Hey, Will, relax,” Buffy giggled,
interrupting another classic Willow-babble moment. “Just go take care of your
girlfriend, and don’t worry about any scoobyage today. I think all the local
demons went on holiday this week, anyway.” She smiled benevolently as she gave
this pronouncement, feeling very generous. She was marginally aware, however,
that Willow was not paying
attention to her words.
blinked as her eyes re-focused on Buffy, taking her attention back to her best
friend and away from the sound of Tara sneezing repeatedly from their bedroom.
She was wondering if that would turn her girlfriend on, too, and she was very
keen to find out.
Buffy. No Scoobyage.” She held up her hand. “Aspirin. For Tara. In Bed. Gotta
go!” And she dashed off, leaving a very confused slayer in her wake.