Author: Thirrin Icemark Wolfe
Crimson began enflaming her cheeks when Tara squeezed her shoulders in an effort to comfort her. "Go sit over there, Willow." She said softly, removing one hand from her shoulders to point at a stool in the corner.
With slow and unsteady steps, She seated herself quickly on the simple wooden stool next to the smooth marble bathtub with a gleaming brass faucet, unconsciously shivering as she tried to hide her nakedness from the woman who was now undressing herself behind her. Several soft thumps warned Willow that the older woman had discarded her dirty clothes and she bent over forwards. She dared to take a peek at Tara, but immediately snapped her face to the front again as she saw her undo her ponytails and witnessed the platinum-blonde hair cascade down her bare back and around the outline of her large breasts freely.
A number of sloppy taps followed the thumps of her dirty clothes and she froze as Tara wrapped her arms around her much like she had done earlier.
"Don't be embarrassed, Willow." She whispered and freed one of her arms to brush a slender hand through her sopping wet mass of flaming red hair.
Willow grunted, terrified of letting her gaze wander anywhere from the tile on the floor which she was now completely fixated on. "Tara..................."
A scraping sound and then an obvious dunking of a wooden something and then being filled with water reached Willow's ears. "Shhh, its okay?" She said, leaning into her even further.
Willow could only nod as she felt her skin so dangerously close to hers. She closed her eyes and let out a groan of relief as the older woman began massaging her back ever so gently and dumped a small amount of water down her back. Even though she was soaked already, the warm water felt indescribably good to her cold and clammy body.
Slowly but surely, the chill that had settled in her body, threatening to put her into a state of hypothermia, was washed and kneaded away as Tara kept pouring warm water over her. She cleaned her, and turned her lean and still developing muscles to jelly with her magical touch.
When she shuddered and emitted another groan, she heard the pale-blonde woman behind her chuckle throatily. "Does it feel good?"
"Mhmm..." Willow let out, her voice failing her abysmally.
"Good." She said sharply, gave her a pat on the head and stood up.
Willow very nearly whimpered at the loss of contact between them but knew better than to look up and behold the naked woman. Her head still bent downwards, Tara grabbed her arms and led her over to the bathtub. Upon closer inspection, it puzzled Willow that it was already filled with water, pink-tinged foam floating lazily on top of the calm steaming surface.
Seeing her slight surprise, Tara explained. "I was about to hop in when you came by." sticking in one of her long and well-formed legs, and urging Willow to do the same.
Willow stayed silent, still averting her gaze.