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An American Tale
CHAPTER NINETEEN

Author: Spellbound
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing except 2 insane cats, fuzzy socks and and a twisted imagination.The songs used in this fic all belong to whoever wrote them and Im just borrowing them, you could sue me but it'd be pointless as I have nothing at all... the only thing of any worth I have is my girlfriend and there aint no way in Hades you're having her!!! Grr Argh!


Two weeks had passed since that day in the hospital when Willow finally realised that she had found 'the one' and Tara had graced her promise to take care of her.

For the past fortnight, she had been a constant presence in Willow's home, cooking, cleaning and, in a rather embarrassing if somewhat comical moment, helping her out of the bath.

Although she had been secretly dying to go to the fair, Tara couldn't imagine spending one night away from Willow. She had pleaded, begged and finally ordered her to go but Tara remained firm, her response had remained the same throughout every barrage. "I'm going to look after you!"

Willow had received the all clear from the hospital four days ago and while she had been signed off work and kickboxing until the New Year, she was almost back to her usual self. As she trudged up her garden path, the grin that had been a permanent fixture upon her face since Tara's moving in to help her, widened and she jogged the last few feet, dropping the grocery bags on the step so she could open the door with ease.

"Honey? I'm home!" she called into the house. Tara appeared from the kitchen and grinned, rushing to Willow's side to relieve her of one of the heavier brown bags and placing a delicate kiss on her lips. "Hey, you didn't over do yourself, did you?" she purred.

All day her thoughts had been consumed with Willowfantasy, her longing to feel the expanse of the redheads naked body had plagued her every thought since she had helped Willow extricate herself from the bathtub. Her lips tingled in anticipation of Willowskin under them, kissing and tasting every last inch of the redhead, her fingers finding and exploring her lithe body as they finally consummated their, so far perfect relationship.

"Hmm, why, you got something in mind?" Willow retorted quickly, her own mind had struggled to control the passion and desire that coursed through her body whenever Tara was near. She had thought that she knew lust, understood its complexities but since Tara's firm hands had helped her up, loving supported her while she stood, naked, shaking, crying and embarrassed it had taken on a whole new meaning. Despite the negativities of that moment, the electricity and yearning that had passed between them hadn't been missed and for days, Willow was sure that Tara hadn't let her go. She could still feel the strong arms wrapping carefully around her as Tara had guided her to the bed, laid her down and kissed her forehead lightly before rushing off to fetch her pain medicine, returning quickly and holding her until she had fallen into a deep sleep.

Since that fateful day, the sexual tension within the house was palpable, almost solid. Tara longed to lay Willow down and make love to her until neither one could move but her respect and desire to not inflict more pain on her angel had been the only reason she hadn't given in to her desire. Had Willow truly understood the willingness of the blonde, she would have acted on her desire the previous week.

Four days before the doctor had given her the all clear, Willow had awoken with Tara curled up in her arms, her chest rising and falling rhythmically. They had been in the den watching movies and had pulled out the sofa bed after Tara had fallen off the couch while they enjoyed snuggling. Once the bed was pulled out, their snuggles had developed into playful kissing, the desire in the others eyes fuelling their movements and turning into groping and nibbling as passions rose and threatened to consume. Willow had flinched ever so slightly when she had rolled Tara over and pinned her hands over her head. So slight the movement, Willow herself had barely noticed it, but Tara who had spent so long studying her face had picked up on it and called a halt to the fun.

With the television showing some early morning kids show, Willow took as deep a breath as she could without waking Tara and shifted slightly under her sleeping angel. Stirring slightly, Tara's hand brushed up the inside of her thigh and she gasped in aroused surprise.

Whatever Tara had been dreaming of, it wasn't helping Willow's arousal as the blondes hand continued to caress the topmost part of her leg, inching ever closer to her rapidly dampening core. Unable to contain the moan that seemed to be rising from her toes, Willow allowed what she hoped to be the quietest sound possible to escape her lips. Unfortunately, it wasn't quite as quiet as she'd hoped and Tara had awoken, her cheeks flushed and arousal darkening her already mesmerising eyes to a truly hypnotic level.

Once again, Tara had put a dampener on the tension and had gotten up to fix breakfast.

Since then, neither one had wanted to make the first move, the fear of being not quite reject but having their advances spurred had made them both slightly nervous about initiating their 'first time' together.

Tara started putting the groceries away, her overwhelming passion and desire pulsing through her system and held her dangling over the precipice.

Willow watched through heavy lidded eyes as Tara manoeuvred expertly around the kitchen as though she had lived there her entire life. In her chest, her heart pounded furiously, ever fibre of her being seemed to pull her towards the blonde and, after being given a clean bill of health, she no longer saw any reason to deny either of them such a natural pleasure.

With her head physically in the fridge but mentally in the clouds, Tara failed to notice Willow sneak up behind her until her strong arms wrapped securely around her waist. "Mmmm." Straightening in the redheads embrace, Tara managed to turn and face the woman whom she loved although as yet hadn't found the words to tell her.

Taking a small step backwards, Willow kicked the fridge door closed, her eyes remaining locked on Tara's as she gently guided her backwards until they both came to a halt against the solid door. Kissing Tara fiercely, Willow felt something in her change, this moment and the ones to come seemed like she'd waited a lifetime for were finally here and would alter her forever.

Moaning into the kiss, Tara's hands gently caressed Willow's back, their movements a direct contrast to the urgency of their tongues as they fought each other for dominance.

As Willow pulled back slightly, she searched the blue eyes before her for any sign of doubt. Almost as if Tara knew what she was thinking, she asked; "You're sure?"

A devilish smile was her only reply. Willow slid her hands gently across her sides and she couldn't help but giggle, rather than turning away or getting upset as had happened with her previous lovers, Willow only continued her tickling as she lifted Tara's fitted tee over her head and tossed it on the floor before continuing to tease and tickle the newly exposed skin, her eyes playful in their arousal.

Try as she might, Tara couldn't get her body to respond, she wanted to engulf Willow in a hug, carry her slender frame into the living room where they would at least have something comfortable to rest on but all she seemed capable of was giggling as the exquisite fingers of the redhead danced over her sides. Tears of joy streamed down her face and Willow's erotic teasing turned into full out tickling and she slid down the door of the fridge, coming to a giggling heap on the lino with Willow grinning mischievously down at her.

Breathing heavily, both women stared into the others eyes and Tara's giggles subsided as her lips found Willow's and she stole kisses that would have been willingly given.

Willow pulled back suddenly and Tara was filled with disappointment when she thought that Willow was trying to please her before she was really healed. "Willow?" That one word was filled with more love and concern than Willow had ever heard in her entire life, "Is everything ok, you're not in pain are you?" Tara continued as she brushed a loose strand of red from Willow's eyes.

"No!" Willow grinned back, "Just wanted to do this!" She laughed as she continued her relentless tickling of the half naked woman under her.

At some point, in years to come Tara still wouldn't know how, Willow unhooked her plain black bra and, in her wiggling Tara freed herself of the garment. Willow's tickling continued until Tara was sure she would pass out from laughing, only then was her laughter replaced with an entirely new feeling.

Willow dipped her head, her lips finding an erect peak and gently exploring the exposed nipple with her tongue, causing Tara to inhale sharply and reach instinctively for the long red locks.

As her tongue teased and flicked the deep pink bud, Willow was lost in Tarataste. Never in all her life had anyone smelt or tasted so good, the faintest aroma of vanilla moisturiser filled her nostrils and she became lost in the moans and groan emanating from the, now writhing blonde.

Tara's fingers entwined in her hair and as Willow nipped and sucked on her nipple, Tara's grip grew firmer, pulling the silky red locks roughly and causing Willow to moan, the vibrations from her lips shooting through her nipple and sending bolts of white lightning through her body to her clit. "Oh Willow.." Tara's voice was shaky and ragged through each desperately needed inhalation.

Kissing slowly up her torso, Willow was careful to kiss every inch of skin, nibbling and sucking gently on Tara's collar bone before pulling her up and shuffling over to the fridge where Tara fell back against the door as Willow nipped and left her mark upon her neck, Tara's sudden crashing into the door of the fridge rained a shower of fruit shaped magnets down on them, although neither woman appeared to notice.

Sitting astride Tara, Willow licked and sucked her sensitive earlobe before pulling back, breathless, to gaze into her eyes.

Both women, although incredibly fit, panted heavily forcing air into their lungs as they lost themselves in each other. Only when their breathing had returned to normal, did either one try and stand and on finding their feet, resumed their frantic and long denied passion.

Crashing into the living room in a tangle of limbs, nibbles and kisses, Tara's arm bumped into the stereo as they fell onto the huge couch, still lost in their lust and the divine taste of the other.

Ripping her shirt over her head and tossing it aside, Willow smiled as some part of her brain recognised the song playing, her subconscious didn't have time to dwell on the music as Tara's hand reached the nape of her neck, firmly guiding her lips back to her own.

You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher

Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire

Tara managed to come back into a sitting position and Willow's legs instinctively wrapped firmly around her waist. Taking full advantage of her position, Tara nipped Willow's neck, leaving a trail of hickeys as she went. With gentle fingers she stroked and teased one of Willow's nipples into a firm and stunning peak while her mouth greedily found the other and flicked, nipped and sucked until Willow shook violently and begged her to stop. "Really?" Tara purred, "You really want me to stop?" Shaking her head, Willow swallowed noisily before speaking. "Yes!"

Grinning, Tara got to her feet easily, her arms wrapping around Willow's waist as she carried the panting redhead into the stylish dining room, pausing briefly to turn the stereo up slightly.

The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre

Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire, yeah

Willow leant in and found Tara's lips, kissing her eagerly as Tara continued to walk them into the centre of the room.

Laying her down carefully on the long dining table, Tara fought momentarily with the button on Willow's jeans before pulling the rough material from Willow's legs and tossing them unceremoniously aside. "Oh yes, please Tara, please!!" After living with the sexual tension for so long, Willow begged unashamedly for more from her lover, she needed this almost as much as she needed oxygen. Pulling Willow back, Tara would have giggled as the sweat that coated Willow's back made a high pitched squeaking sound but she remained silent as she drank in the naked goddess laid before her. Slipping out of her own jeans, Tara stepped in and found Willow's legs wrapping tightly around her, her wetness making her stomach slick and drawing a groan from the blonde that was lost in yet another passionate kiss.

The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre

Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire, yeah

Kissing slowly down Willow's neck, Tara revelled in the soft moans and urgency of Willow's movements. Her lips found and explored every inch, every freckle, the more desperate Willow's urging became the slower Tara's teasing went.

"Tara!!" Willow gasped, her voice weak and stuttery. "Please Tara, I need you."

Meeting her eyes, Tara realised just how close to the edge Willow really was.

As she continued kissing down Willow's stomach, Tara tried to reign her passion in just long enough to place a handful of delicate kisses across Willow's newly received scar before the musky aroma of Willow's wetness drew her down.

Kissing her outer lips softly, Tara forced herself to take it slow, she had waited for this moment for so long and now that it was here, she didn't want to spoil it by rushing through. Willow's groans were making it even harder to remain in vague control of her passion and, as the redhead legs came to rest over her shoulders and guide her head closer, she knew that slow and sensual were going to lose out.

Reaching out a long and muscular arm, Tara found Willow's breast and pinched the nipple between two fingers, at the same time she slowed herself the first taste of the woman whom she had yearned for for so long.

Slipping her tongue between the swollen, moist folds, Tara's head spun. Exploring firmly, she teased Willow mercilessly, her tongue darting rapidly into her before flicking over her clit then returning to a random pattern of exploration.

"Oh fuck yes, Tara!"

Taking the throbbing clit before her gently between her lips, Tara forced her mind to focus on the song on the stereo and hummed along, the vibrations sending Willow into a writhing, screaming vixen under her.

You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher

Greedily, Tara lapped at the sweet nectar that followed Willow's climax and delighted in every shudder and twitch as she rode out Willow's come down.

Crawling up onto the table, Tara held the quivering redhead in her arms, kissing her gently as they rocked back and forth, Willow's ability to speak completely lost to her, her only breathy sounds almost forming consonants as Tara stroked and caressed her firm torso.

Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire


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