Return to An American Tale Chapter Twenty-Six

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!

After a quick dinner, Tara excused herself and heading into the bedroom where she began wrapping the presents she had gotten for Julie, Emily and Jack. The gifts themselves weren't much but were things that they had wanted and so Tara tried not to worry. Her job at the club paid reasonably well but between rent, food and replacing the things her previous lover had stolen, money was still tight.

Other than Willow's gift, her biggest expense had been the personalised karate suit she'd ordered for Julie. Since she started the Academy, Julie had always dreamed of having matching suits for all her staff. She had been in the process of acquiring matching 'uniforms' for her staff when her husband and picked up and left, leaving her with no money and forcing her to pull out of the deal, shattering her biggest dream.

Running her fingers over the material, Tara grinned at its logo that had been emblazoned onto the back of the jacket. She couldn't help but think that she'd accidently fallen into 'Karate Kid' and giggled quietly.

"You ok?" Willow whispered from behind her. Tara had gotten herself so engrossed in how much Julie was going to love her present that she hadn't noticed Willow stepping into the bedroom behind her.

Glancing back over her shoulder, she grinned at the redhead. "Yeah, sorry I was miles away." she apologised as Willow came to sit on the floor next to her, absently running her fingers through her hair.

"It's beautiful." Willow told her as she admired the logo that shone proudly from the back of the jacket. "Julie will really love it."

Wrapping the suit quickly, Tara wrote the label and stuck it on the gift along with a pink, shimmering bow. Willow had insisted on buying presents for the children rather than having Tara put her name on the tags for the gifts she had already got. After much deliberation, they had gotten a handful of games for the computer console that they knew Julie had gotten for them. Tara had opted for something a little cheaper than that although she had spent hours wandering around stores in shock at the price of everything. Holiday seasons always seemed to be little more than an excuse for unashamed greed. While in her seventh kids store, Tara had witnessed four completely different children demanding the most expensive gifts and screaming, crying and making a scene when told they wouldn't get them. She had wondered what had happened to the time when kids were just happy to get anything.

"I think I should drop this off at Riots." Willow said, cutting into Tara's trail of thought.

"You're going now?" Tara asked. With the events of the past few days it seemed to her as though the time she had spent with Willow had either been full of peril or argument.

"I won't be long." Willow explained, "His mother in law will be there and believe me when I say that's a woman you don't want to spend any time with!" Tara giggled and kissed Willow lightly on the forehead, her lips tingling from the remnants of pepper spray that somehow had managed to cling to the redhead's skin despite almost constant washing. "I'll see you soon."

Stepping out into the dusk, Willow grinned. She really did have to drop the gifts off with Riot but also wanted to buy Tara something really special, Tara had made comment on it while they had been shopping but Willow hadn't been able to find that chance to sneak away to buy it. As she passed by the jewellery store , she paused to admire the necklace she had commented on earlier and frowned when she couldn't see it in the window. "Some lucky lady will be happy tomorrow!" she said sadly as she stepped away from the glass and continued down the street. Walking towards 'Golden Forever' Willow grinned as she pulled open the door. Thankfully, the painting that Tara had commented on was still there. The image of, what Willow could only describe as some sort of fairy, tinged with pinks and purples captivated her, drawing her in and almost hypnotising her. "Good evening ma'am." a young woman appeared from a small back room and came to stand next to Willow. "Can I help you with something?" she smiled although Willow didn't see it, she was still finding it hard to drag her eyes from the image in front of her.

"This. I have to have this!" Willow told her, finally turning her eyes from the painting to regard the woman.

Having organised a frame that suited the image, Willow paid for the picture and the young woman offered to gift wrap and deliver it for her that night.

With the presents sorted, Willow made a quick stop at Riots to drop off his presents before turning back and heading towards Tara's apartment building.

By the time she reached the dull building, the sun had set and darkness was creeping around the edges, giving the building an old, eerie feeling. 'How the hell does she come back here night after night?' Willow thought as she pulled open the main door and stepped into the bright foyer.

Glancing at the mail boxes on the right hand wall, Willow searched the small white tags for Julie's name. Finally finding it, she made a mental note of the number before pacing the small foyer impatiently.

Suddenly her cell phone burst into life in her pocket, echoing around the room and making her jump. "Hey Tara." answering a phone cheerfully, she couldn't help but grin as the sound of the blondes voice filled her head. "I'm still shopping, I shouldn't bee too much longer." she fibbed. Grinning at Tara's response, Willow nodded. "Ok, I'll see you soon." she finished and closed the lid.

"Come on, come on." she complained as she continued pacing back and forth, staring out of the window for the woman from the store.

A large black van pulled up at the front of the building and Willow cheered. "Hey." she greeted the woman cheerfully as she stepped out into the street.

Willow helped her unload the large picture from the back of the van and between them they struggled into the building. "I can take it from here!" Willow said as she pressed the button to call the elevator, "Thank you so much!!" After insisting on giving the woman a tip, Willow struggled into the lift and pressed the button for Julie's floor.

"Oh, hey Willow, is everything ok?" Julie asked as she answered the door and stepped aside to allow Willow in.

"Everything's great. I have a favour to ask." she replied, "Can I leave this here for Tara, it's her Christmas present?" Willow explained as she struggled into the flat with the large framed picture.

With a little help from Julie, the picture found its way to the tree where it was left leaning against the wall. "Thanks Julie!"

"So, you want a coffee or something?" Julie asked as they finally got the picture settled. Shaking her head, Willow politely refused, explaining that she had to get back, her cell only confirmed this and she used that to make her departure.

Two floors below her, Tara had just stepped from the shower and was dressing in her favourite lingerie. The key in the front door gave Willow's arrival away and Tara grinned. "Hey sweetie." she called from the bedroom.

"Hey. Where are you?" Willow called back.

"Just sorting something in the bedroom, give me a minute." Tara yelled back before lighting the few remaining candles and an incense stick. "Will? You wanna come in here?" she called, trying to sound as sexy as possible while making herself heard.

Slipping her boots off, Willow stood up from the couch where she had only just sat and stretched. "I'm a comin'" she replied as she made her way into the small room.

Stopping dead in her tracks, Willow's mouth fell open as she turned into the bedroom. Everything danced in delicate candle light and the delicate aroma of cinnamon and apple filled the room. In the centre of the bed, Tara lay on her side, her hair loose and falling gracefully around her shoulders, the candlelight dancing in her eyes and highlighting her ample curves that were barely hugged by the sheer black lingerie. "See something you like?" Tara purred as Willow's eyes bulged and her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. Nodding dumbly, Willow grinned as she stepped towards the bed. "So, officer, did you have a good shopping trip?" Tara continued as Willow got closer.

A wicked grin tickled the redhead's lips as she realised where Tara was going with her trail of thought. Tara got to her hands and knees, crawling towards the edge of the bed and the salivating redhead. "It was ok." Willow replied, her voice almost loud enough to be a whisper.

"Did you get everything you wanted?" Tara slowly ran her hands up the sides of Willow's shirt, flinging it across the room before kissing down her neck, chest and nipping her taut stomach gently.

Willow's breath caught in her throat and she swallowed noisily. "I thought I had, but then I came home." she breathed running her fingers through the silky blonde locks.

Staring up at her, Tara popped open the top button of her jeans and kissed the exposed flesh softly. "And you came home and?" Tara purred as she relieved Willow of her jeans and ran her hands slowly up her firm thighs. Unable to reply, Willow gulped again and allowed Tara to guide her onto the bed slowly. Licking her lips, Tara reached under the pillow, the undeniable sound of metal caused Willow to moan low in her throat as Tara produced her handcuffs and dangled them in front of her face. "Looky, looky what I found!" she giggled as she guided the redheads hands above her head before fastening them through the wooden slats of the headboard.

"I'm thinking that maybe, you wanted this the other night." Tara told her between gentle kisses across her quivering stomach. "This and much, much more!"

Releasing the catch on the front of Willow's bra, Tara grinned when she pulled the material back to reveal perfectly erect nipples. As Tara's fingers brushed the firm peaks softly and very briefly, Willow gasped and arched her back, trying unsuccessfully to gain more contact. "Wait right there!" Tara told her, her tone dropping to a forceful and almost dangerous level.

Stepping from the bed, she walked around to the small stereo and flipped in on before disappearing into the living room. "Like I have a choice!" Willow mumbled as she fought half-heartedly against the handcuffs.

Gentle music washed Willow's already heightened senses and she closed her eyes, focusing on the every sensation that washed her body. Try and she might, the main sensation, other than cool metal biting into her wrists, was the burning ache between her legs.

Tara returned silently and allowed herself the selfish pleasure of watching Willow fighting to control her arousal. Tara had to suppress a giggle at the contradictory situation, the opening chords of a song she knew well clamed and soothed her passion slightly as she watched Willow struggling and wriggling, trying desperately to satisfy the longing that burned in her core.

There are nine million bicycles in Beijing
That's a fact
It's a thing we can't deny
Like the fact that I will love you till I die

Crossing to the side of the bed, Tara placed soft, gentle kisses along Willow's exposed under arm, snapping her eyes open and causing her to catch her breath. "Where did you go?" Willow asked with ragged breath.

"I ask the questions now!" Tara told her, nipping the tender flesh at the top of her arm. "You just do as you're told!" she snapped and reached over to the tray she had returned with.

Slipping her hand under the plain cloth that covered it, she retrieved a simple black blindfold and gently placed it over Willow's eyes.

"Do you trust me?" Tara purred into her ear, nipping the lobe roughly and drawing a moaned squeal.

"I said, do you trust me?!" Tara demanded, bring one hand up and pinching Willow's tenderly aroused nipple painfully.

"Y-yes." Willow gasped.

We are twelve billion light years from the edge
That's a guess
No-one can ever say it's true
But I know that I will always be with you

With a devilish grin, Tara pulled the cover off the tray and ran her fingers fondly over each item on there. Opting for one of her favourite things, she picked up a lump of ice, its jagged edges scratching her fingers as she lifted it.

Turning the frozen lump within her grasp, she found the most pointed edge and ran it firmly over Willow's nipple. "Oh fuck, Tara!" Willow moaned loudly as the ice grazed her tender flesh. As Tara's lips came to soothe the heated red flesh, Willow growled deep in her throat and bucked her hips wildly.

Pulling back, the blonde ran her hand lightly along Willow's thigh, her touch less than a gentle breeze. Writhing on the bed, Willow unashamedly begged. "Please Tara, please baby."

I'm warmed by the fire of your love everyday
So don't call me a liar
Just believe everything that I say

There are six billion people in the world
More or less
And it makes me feel quite small
But you're the one I love the most of all

"What do you want?" Tara demanded forcefully. "Don't beg, tell me what you want!"

Before Willow could answer, Tara ran the ice up her thigh and dropped the rapidly melting lump into her already wet panties making Willow writhe and moan violently.

"Jesus, Tara!" Willow growled as she pressed her hips up, desperate for more contact with anything and failing to receive it.

Pressing her hand firmly and suddenly into Willow's groin, Tara grinned as she squealed when the ice made heavy contact with her clit before rapidly melting under her heat.

"I asked you a question, answer me!" Tara demanded again as she pinched Willow's swollen lips painfully. "What do you want?!"

"I want you to fuck me now!" Willow snapped, her arousal and constriction making her demanding and short tempered.

I'm warmed by the fire of your love everyday
So don't call me a liar
Just believe everything that I say

There are six billion people in the world
More or less
And it makes me feel quite small
But you're the one I love the most of all

"You do?" Tara asked innocently. "You really want that?"

Willow nodded furiously, the handcuffs jangling against the headboard as she moved.

"Well, I don't think I want to!" Tara told her primly, "Yet!"

Reaching for her newly acquired angora gloves, Tara took a deep breath as she slipped the soft material over her hands.

"Spread your legs!" she ordered.

With her breath becoming rapidly more shallow, Willow gingerly followed the instruction, her legs feeling as though they were made of concrete rather than flesh and bone. "So, you want me?!" Tara asked, as a thought crossed her mind and she momentarily removed the gloves.

There are nine million bicycles in Beijing
That's a fact
It's a thing we can't deny
Like the fact that I will love you till I die

Shaking Willow suddenly, Tara repeated her question. "I want that, please Tara, I really want you." Willow gasped, her heart racing in passion and just the slightest hint of nervousness.

Growling deeply, Tara ripped through her panties and kissed her swollen, wet lips quickly before taking a long, rough lick, her tongue probing gently between the moist folds and making Willow moan.

Almost as soon as the contact was made, it was broken, leaving Willow fidgeting and moaning.

Slipping the angora gloves back on, Tara drank in the vision before her. Her lover wiggling and moaning in longing for her, naked, aroused and begging her, Tara shifted against her own wetness.

Slowly she began running her hand up the inside of Willow's thigh, the soft fur caressing the skin and deepening Willow's growl.

And there are nine million bicycles in Beijing
And you know that I will love you till I die

In the gentle candlelight, Tara licked her lips as the wetness between Willow's legs increased and sparkled temptingly in the soft light.

"Mmm, baby." The urgency in Willow's tone increased and she wiggle harder against her restraints.

Before the redhead had a chance to settle into the new sensation, Tara pulled back and threw the gloves on the end of the bed.

Popping an ice cube in her mouth, she took a nipple between her teeth and began rubbing the frozen cube over the erect nub, her fingers teasing and playing at the top of the redhead thigh. "Don't move now!" Tara told her as she place the half melted cube in the hollow of Willow's throat. Her rapid breathing causing water to trickle down between her pert breasts and pool in her belly button.

Stepping back, Tara paused to slip into her harness and adjusted the straps carefully. Climbing atop the bed, Tara carefully leant over Willow, stealing her first passionate kiss of the night, moaning into Willow's mouth as the redhead's tongue forced dominance over her own. Pulling back, Tara was careful to not give Willow any indication of what was to come. As she straightened up, Tara reached for the candle next to the bed. "I got something for you!" she purred as she held the candle over Willow's taut stomach.

"Yeah, what is it?" Willow gasped.

Without further warning, Tara tipped the melted wax over the firm stomach and Willow gasped and flinched as the wax set over her muscles. "Fuckin' hell Tara, yes!!" Willow screamed.

Leaning in, Tara carefully guided the tip of the dildo between Willow slick folds, drawing a guttural moan from the redhead. "Oh god Tara, please fuck me?" she gasped as Tara pushed against the tight muscles and forced herself deeper. Ripping the blindfold from her eyes, Tara grinned as the deep green orbs focused on her.

As her eyes focused completely on Tara's, Willow brought her legs up, wrapping them firmly around Tara's ass and forcing her deeper. Never losing eye contact, Tara thrust deep and hard, a sweat forming and rolling between her shoulder blades as she granted Willow's desire and fucked her hard. Each thrust being punctuated with a moan, groan or squeal.

Pulling roughly against the handcuffs, Willow met Tara's thrust eagerly, her crotch burning with each one. Panting hard, Willow gasped, "I need to touch you!" her breath came in ragged, shallow pants making each word a real effort.

"Tough!" Tara snarled as she thrust harder, her hips taking on a life of their own, each one powered by the electric burn in her clit as the base of the dildo came into heavy contact with each thrust.

Pulling Willow's head back roughly by her hair, Tara licked and bit her neck leaving a deep angry bruise as she felt the muscles contract around the toy. "Fucking hell Tara!!!!" Willow screamed as she rocketed through three orgasms in quick succession. Slowing her pace and easing into slow, gentle thrusts, Tara kissed Willow's angry hicky gently.

When both women had ridden out Willow's huge orgasm, Tara slowly eased the dildo from her shaking lover and stepped quickly out of it before returning to the bed and holding Willow tightly. "I really love you!" she told her as she brushed her hair from her face. "Willow?" Shifting slightly under her lover, Tara saw the perfect green eyes were closed and she smiled sweetly as she settled back, pleased that she had fulfilled the deepest desire of her angel.

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