Return to An American Tale Chapter Nineteen

An American Tale

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!

Wrapped in the strong and firm embrace of her lover, Willow felt different. She couldn't work out how or why and definitely couldn't put her finger on what had changed within her. Her eyes filled with tears which dropped gently down her cheeks, unseen by the blonde who nuzzled into her hair lovingly. Taking a deep breath, Willow couldn't help but shake as she did so. "Willow?" the shudder that ran through the redhead made Tara's blood run cold. Pulling her closer into her embrace, Willow felt firm breasts pressing into her back and she smiled despite her tears.

"Oh god Willow, please, talk to me!" Tara pleaded as she wiped softly at the tears that crept down her cheeks. "Are you in pain?" she asked suddenly, her fingers tracing gently over the angry pink scar on the redheads stomach.

Willow shook her head, "No, it's not that, I just..." her voice trailed off as her eyes met Tara's. Concern and love swirled within the deep blue orbs and arousal tinted the desire she saw there.

Running her fingers slowly over the contours of Tara's face, Willow smiled slowly before leaning in to kiss the partially open mouth of the blonde.

Tara pulled back sharply, "Tell me what's wrong, Will!" she said firmly, her voice adopting a dominant tone that sent shivers of arousal through the redhead once again. "It's nothing; I just never thought I'd meet someone like you." Willow admitted, her fingers caressing the clammy skin on the nape of Tara's neck. "I'm so lucky to have you in my life."

Tara grinned, so sure was she that Willow was in pain, or worse, that she regretted their sexual encounter that the flooding relief threatened to release her own tears. "I need to tell you something!" Tara said suddenly. With the abruptness of the statement, Tara lapsed into silence.

Hugging the blonde firmly, Willow's fingers traced lightly over her spine, her lips finding the soft bruise on Tara's neck and kissing gently. "You can tell me anything." she whispered as she pulled back, tucking a wild strand of hair back behind Tara's ear.

"I love you." Tara announced suddenly, "I know it's still really early and you don't have to say it back, but I love you."

Pushing Tara back to lay across the table, Willow kissed her urgently, her hands tracing her flank as her tongue took full control over Tara's. "I love you too!" Willow told her honestly before returning to the kiss.

Willow broke the kiss once more and, taking Tara's hand, guided her towards the living room. A huge white rug adorned the floor, on top of it sat an antique coffee table which Willow moved to the far wall before sitting down.

Tara was still struggling to regain control of her breath as she sat heavily next to Willow. Grinning mischievously, Willow ran her fingers through the long blonde hair of her lover as she sat astride the now quivering blonde. "How do you do that?" Willow whispered between kisses. Tara's hands had begun their own second round of exploration over Willow's body and the question took her by surprise. "Do what?" she asked, her voice deep and laden with desire.

Nipping gently at her already bruised neck, Willow began grinding her hips slowly over Tara's. Looking deeply into her eyes, she replied without ceasing her circular movement. "Get so damn good?" Willow purred as her hands slid down the blondes body and caressed her nipples into erect peaks.

Tara's only response was a low moan as the delicate fingers of the redhead gently teased her full breast and increased the wetness between her legs. The thudding arousal that had burned in her clit had subsided in favour of concern for Willow, now with her fingers teasing and playing over her two most sensitive and arousing areas it returned with a vengeance.

Pushing Tara back against the couch, both women were surprised when it began moving back, although neither one noticed in time to stop them crashing backwards and landing in a messy heap of limbs and lips on the rug.

In their unexpected freefall, Willow's thigh came to land between Tara's legs and both women flinched suddenly. Tara from the impact of such a firm leg on her painfully aroused clit, and Willow from a dull ache that thumped in her stomach.

"You are so beautiful!" Willow whispered as her fingers continued their slow but steady southerly progression down Tara's body.

In the background, the radio, that Tara had accidently knocked on in her journey to the dining room table ran its second loved up song, although neither woman noticed.

Panting heavily, Tara grabbed Willow's hand and forced it between her legs. "I need you Willow!" Tara growled as her lips found Willow's neck and began sucking and nipping desperately at her pulse point as her hips rose to meet the fingers of the redhead.

Startled slightly by the aggressiveness of the blonde, Willow found her own animalistic passion bubbling under her electrified skin.

With very little warning, Willow thrust two fingers deeply into Tara, causing the blonde to growl and bite down harder on her shoulder as her hips bucked up to draw more of the redhead into her. Finding a firm and rougher rhythm than Willow was normally comfortable with, she thrust deep and hard into Tara who bucked and thrashed wildly under her. "Fuck Willow.... yes baby, please." she growled between short and ragged breaths.

Nipping down the sweat coated body of the blonde, Willow's passion took control as the musty aroma of Tara's arousal filled her nose. Flicking and sucking the throbbing clit she was now presented with, Willow added another finger roughly and found Tara's hand threading through her hair, pulling fiercely as she writhed and moaned.

Glancing up, Willow found Tara's eyes and, as the blonde rocketed to a magnificent orgasm, Willow refused to let her come down, keeping up the pace and intense circling of her clit until Tara reached her second climax. "Oh Willow." Tara panted, her voice barely audible.

Licking her lips, Willow grinned up at the panting blonde before crawling up the length of her body and placing a delicate kiss over her lips.

Before assuming her rightful place, snuggled up in Tara's arm, Willow fetched the blanket from the back of the couch.

Snuggling into Tara's eager embrace, Willow wrapped them both in the blanket before turning slightly to find the welcoming lips of her lover.

Coming down from their afternoon of spent passions, Willow and Tara bathed in the certainty of their love, the radio and occasional kisses and nibbles.

"I've wanted to do that for so long!" Tara admitted finally.

"Really?" Willow sounded surprised and then immediately continued. "I mean, you stopped exactly this only a few days ago."

"I didn't want you to hurt yourself!" Tara told her, "That's the only reason I stopped it. It was so hard!"

With a sly grin, Willow waggled her eyebrows and nodded. "But I'm sure you found other ways to, how shall we say, relieve that difficulty!?"

Although Tara didn't consider herself a hugely sexual person, when she was in a relationship or was around someone who turned her on, she was turned on all the time and, as a result, spent a large amount of time pleasuring herself. Since moving in to take care of Willow, Tara had found herself almost constantly horny but had managed to rein in her urge to disappear every few hours... that was until she had had to help Willow from the bath. Despite Willow's pain and embarrassment, she had been hugely aroused at the sight that greeted her when she rushed to the sound of Willow's voice from the bathroom. Naked, wet and helpless, Willow had gingerly asked for her help and, trying to display a cool exterior, Tara had wrapped Willow in her arms and lifted her from the tub. Her smooth skin sliding under Tara's grip and sending shocks through her system had been the final straw and that night, when she thought Willow was asleep, she had brought herself to many a climax.

Blushing at the memory, Tara exclaimed; "Oh god, you heard??" Willow only nodded and snuggled back into her embrace, taking her hands within her own and kissing each finger slowly.

Lapsing back into silence, Tara smiled as the radio returned from a commercial break with a true classic.

Nuzzling the heavily hickied neck of the woman in her arms, Tara sang along quietly.

Some day, when I'm awfully low,
When the world is cold,
I will feel a glow just thinking of you...
And the way you look tonight.

Yes you're lovely, with your smile so warm
And your cheeks so soft,
There is nothing for me but to love you,
And the way you look tonight.

Through heavy lidded eyes, Willow looked up at the blonde, finding her lips and welcoming the tender kiss bestowed upon them. "I'm sleepy!" she whispered. Rocking her gently in her embrace, Tara brushed her hair from her face and placing delicate kisses on her head, she sang the remainder of the song in her head as Willow fell into a well earned sleep.

With each word your tenderness grows,
Tearing my fear apart...
And that laugh that wrinkles your nose,
It touches my foolish heart.

Lovely ... Never, ever change.
Keep that breathless charm.
Won't you please arrange it?
'Cause I love you ... Just the way you look tonight.

Mm, Mm, Mm, Mm,
Just the way you look to-night.

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