Author: SpikeMe4Now4200, CN Winters and Susan Carr.
Willow and Tara left the movie theater and slowly made their way down Sunnydale's main street. Willow breathed in the cool night air, but still felt the leftover warmth from their encounter inside. They passed another walking couple; the woman was snuggled comfortably under the man's arm with a blazing smile lighting up her face. Willow smiled at their obvious happiness, feeling as if they shared a bond by the simple fact that the other couple was so obviously in love like her and Tara.
After a moment, Willow's smile turned into a frown as she glanced at Tara. Sure, her and Tara were in love, but they had never had the courage to show their love to the world the way the other couple did so unconsciously. On occasion they held hands in public, but that was usually as far as it went. Since coming out Willow had become all too aware of some of the more unpleasant realities of being gay in small town America. It was ironic...they faced the very real horrors of the world on a nightly basis, yet she was still afraid of public displays of affection.
"You've got that look on your face again, Willow," Tara said.
"Which look is that?" Willow asked. She reached down and took Tara's hand in her own and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
Tara squeezed her hand back. "The look that tells me there's an apocalypse coming and how will we ever handle it this time."
"No, love," Willow smiled. "No apocalypse...at least I hope not."
"Just..." Willow began. "Just that sometimes it's so not fair, you know?"
"What's not fair?" Tara asked, although she had a pretty good idea which direction Willow was headed. She had noticed the look Willow had given the happy couple and felt the quick shift of emotion in her redheaded lover.
"This town, society, the world in general," Willow waved her free hand as if to encompass the entire globe. "Why are there stupid rules that we have to follow? Why can't we be like other people in love and be free to express it like they do?"
"Why do you think we're not like other people in love? Why do you think we're not free?" Tara asked in return.
Willow looked at Tara. "Well, we're not free. Society says we're not free."
"Is that true, Willow?" Tara gave her lover a small questioning smile.
"What do you mean, Tara?"
"Is it really society that restricts us, or ourselves?"
"Well...they...we...I...I mean...I don't know!" Willow suddenly realized what Tara was getting at.
Tara smiled as she watched Willow's thought processes move into a whole new, unfamiliar and therefore scary direction.
"You mean...?" Willow finally said.
"Yes, Sweetie," Tara said. "We do it to ourselves. Sure, we've got good reason...vamps and demons aside, this is a scary world we live in and there's hate everywhere and we have to be careful every minute we show our faces in public, but the choice to hide is our own."
Willow thought about what Tara had said as they finally reached Tara's favorite Italian restaurant. Antonio's was small, but the food was delicious and family style and it was always open late. The Scoobies often ended up here after patrol. Inside, the owner immediately greeted them with a warm smile.
"Ah, Miss Willow! Miss Tara! Welcome! Welcome!" Antonio gushed, kissing each of them on the cheek. "Where's the little Miss?"
"She's home, Antonio," Willow returned the elderly gentleman's smile. "Just the two of us tonight."
"Wonderful! Wonderful!" he replied, leading them to a booth. Most of the Saturday night crowd that filled the place hours earlier had left but a few patrons were still scattered about at various tables. As Willow and Tara sat across from one another in the booth, he handed them each a hand printed menu. "Tonight, we have Maria's special lasagna, osso buco and my favorite, veal scaloppini. Okay? You look over the menu and I send Tony over to take your order. Enjoy! Enjoy!"
Willow looked over the menu, debating the merits of the scaloppini versus the marsala. Then again, Antonio's wife made the best lasagna, which was quite a feat since Tara was the pasta lover in the family. After much debate on the issue, she settled on the scaloppini and then tried to guess which dish Tara would decide on. It was a little game she played with herself every time they ate out. She loved to anticipate what Tara would be in the mood for. Thinking about the movie they just saw, she guessed tonight Tara would be daring.
"Good evening, Willow...Tara," Antonio's son greeted as he arrived at their table.
"Hi Tony," Willow returned. "Hey, what do you think of Professor Barrow's class? Have you started the paper yet? Do you think the tests are gonna be hard? Don't you just love summer classes? Sure, they're harder, but it's so cool we can go to school year round!"
Tony smiled and turned to Tara. "You really need to get her out more, Tara."
Willow blushed as Tara laughed, "Oh, I'm trying Tony."
"So, what will you ladies have tonight?"
Willow gave her order and waited breathlessly for Tara to state her preference.
"I'll have the linguini fra diovolo, please," Tara said and caught Willow's knowing smirk out of the corner of her eye.
"You're on a roll tonight, Baby," Tara said after Tony had taken the rest of their order and left.
"Well, let's just say that we're kinda in tune tonight," Willow said, looking at her lover across the table. Then she frowned again.
"Oops!" Tara smiled, wanting to keep the mood light. "I sense that look coming on again."
Willow grinned sheepishly. "I was just thinking that as much as I love being alone with you, sometimes I like it more when we come with other people."
"Really?" Tara said, amused. "Why's that?"
"Well, if we come with Xander and Anya or even just Dawn, we have a good excuse to sit next to each other, rather than across from each other," Willow explained.
"Why can't we sit next to each other now?" Tara asked. As much as she wanted to keep the evening light and fun, she also didn't want to pass up an opportunity to allow Willow to move into a more comfortable space regarding their relationship. Hopefully, she could do both.
"Well, this is a family restaurant...Antonio might not appreciate anything so...overt, ya know?"
"You think so?" Tara countered. "Take a look over there"
Willow looked to where Tara had indicated and saw Antonio talking animatedly with four young men sitting at another booth. At first, Willow didn't see what Tara meant, but as she looked closer, it soon became apparent that at least two of the guys were together.
"Oh!" Willow whispered. "I mean, I never noticed."
"Nope," Tara said indulgently. "I think it's pretty safe to say that you've been so wrapped up in us that you never see anyone else."
"Ya think?" Willow chuckled. "Oh Tara, why didn't you say anything before?"
"Because Sweetie, you had to see it on your own," Tara explained. "Someone just doesn't come out overnight. You have to move towards being completely out gradually."
Willow smiled. "Well, if we're gonna come out of the bedroom, then I think it's time we came out all the way. Can you let me in?" Willow slid out from her side of the booth as Tara stood up, letting her sit back down. After taking her place again, the blonde wrapped her arm around Willow as the redhead snuggled comfortably against her.
"Mmmmm," Tara purred. "Much better."
When Tony brought their orders to the table, Tara asked, "Can you bring us some breadsticks, Tony? Oh, and a ice water with extra ice?"
"You bet," he hurried off to fulfill the request. A moment later he placed the basket and glass on the table and asked, "Anything else I can get you?"
"No, we're good," Willow smiled.
"Okay, just holler if you need me." He moved off, leaving them to their dinners.
"Hungry, Baby?" Willow asked as she dug into her scaloppini.
"Umm hmm," Tara mumbled around a forkful of linguini. She chewed a moment and then swallowed. Willow watched in fascination as Tara's tongue snaked out and scooped up the small dribble of spicy red sauce from her lip. Willow loved to watch Tara eat; the blonde ate the same way she made love - with total gusto.
"Something caused me to work up an appetite," Tara grinned as she twirled another fork of linguini and bit into it with a look of pleasure on her face.
Willow laughed at the memory and turned part way into her seat to face Tara more. She noticed more sauce on Tara's lip and leaned forward. "Can I taste?" she asked and pressed her open lips to Tara's, moving them slowly around, her tongue tracing the outline. "Yum," she hummed as she pulled back. "Spicy."
Tara nodded. "It's excellent tonight," she said, taking a sip of her water.
"Not the sauce, Silly," Willow laughed. "You."
Tara joined in her laughter. "How about yours, Sweetie? Good?"
Willow simply nodded as she chewed another piece of veal. She froze as Tara leaned in to place a soft kiss on her ear. "And you, Willow? Do you taste as good?"
Willow shivered at Tara's hot breath on her ear. She smiled at her lover and said, "Better."
"Ummm, I bet you are," Tara whispered, gently licking up Willow's neck and outlining her delicate ear. "Gods it's getting warm in here, don't you think?"
The piece of veal that Willow had been chewing nearly stuck in her throat but she reached for the water to wash it down. As she placed the glass back on the table, a wicked thought occurred to her and she reached inside pulling out a cube.
"Maybe I should cool you down?" Willow asked. Not waiting for an answer, she ran the ice from Tara's earlobe and down her neck watching goose bumps rise on her lover's arms.
Tara gave a soft chuckle. "You stole my idea," she said softly.
"They say great minds do think alike."
Willow just grinned as she continued her journey across Tara's bust line, her fingertips barely touching the flesh.
Willow dropped what was left of the cube and watched it fall into Tara's cleavage, melting almost instantly. Tara's eyes went wide from the change in temperature and Willow couldn't help but smile.
"I'll bet you five bucks your nipples are rock hard now," Willow smirked.
"I'll bet you ten they're not the only ones," Tara countered.
Willow chuckled and put some more veal on her fork. "Here Baby," she said offering it up. "Taste."
Willow watched as Tara leaned in and let her tongue lick at the fork a couple of times before taking the contents into her mouth. She tried not to laugh when she saw how badly the fork was shaking in Willow's hand. Self-conscious, Willow put the fork down and turned to Tara with a bashful grin.
"You are the most erotic thing in the world," Willow whispered in her ear.
Tara grinned as she chewed and reached into the water glass.
"Oh no." Willow began shaking her head.
"Oh yes. Turnabout is fair play Will. Besides," Tara said looking down into her bra briefly before coming eye to eye with her lover again. "You got my panties all wet."
"Hey, those are my panties in your bra," Willow protested quietly.
"Not any more," Tara smirked. "They're mine now."
Willow let out a ragged sigh and Tara skipped any pretense of a build up. She immediately let the ice travel the length of Willow's bust line moving back and forth over each breast. The redheaded witch closed her eyes and licked her lips as her other senses took over - the warmth of Tara's fingertips, the chill of the ice and the smell of Tara's apple shampoo and body lotion filled her completely.
For her part, Tara was just as captivated by Willow's reaction. Although cerebral most of the time, Willow could get lost in the thrill of sensation too and Tara knew by the look on Willow's face her witch was slipping further from reality. It was a heady feeling, intoxicating, knowing she had such power over her lover with just a simple touch. In turn it captured her and she was drawn to Willow, as if the woman was a part of her and nothing else around her mattered. Well almost...
For a split second Tara looked directly across from their table and saw a man watching Willow in her growing rapture. He turned away and looked down at his plate, almost ashamed for spying. Tara had to admit she liked it.
She's mine, she thought silently as she continued to look at the man, almost as if challenging him to look up again. She's all mine. Look if you like but I get to play with her. I get to touch her. And tonight...
Tara's thoughts were broken when she heard Willow begging in a soft whisper.
"Oh gods, Tara. I want you...now!"
It was music to Tara's ears - the raspy voice, the bosom that rose and fell rapidly as desires grew greater. Dinner was definitely going to be cold tonight.
"Now Baby?" Tara asked rhetorically. "Are you hot and achy inside? Need release Sweetie? Something only I can give you."
"Gods, yes," Willow sighed.
Tara gave Willow a slow smile, knowing her actions had incited her lover to this state. Looking Willow in the eye, she slid out of the booth and with a slight tilt of the head she indicated Willow should follow. Then, without another look to see if Willow followed, she turned and headed for the restroom.
Tara noted with relief that the restroom was empty. She had just entered the farthest stall when she heard the bathroom door slamming open behind her. She didn't turn around but she heard Willow quickly following as she darted inside. As Willow's arm pushed open the door of the stall, Tara grabbed her and playfully pulled her in. With great urgency Tara quickly shut and locked the door as Willow pushed her hard against the wall.
Willow pressed her body against Tara's as she crushed the blonde's lips wanting to devour her. She heard Tara's passionate moan as her tongue thrust deep into her mouth. She could feel the woman's heat for her through the silky dress as well as the taut nipples pressing through the sheer fabric.
Willow's hands reached up feeling the tight peaks straining against the material. "You owe me five bucks," she teased as her fingertips caressed her lover.
Not to be outdone, Tara's hands slipped under Willow's shirt to reveal she wasn't the only one excited at the moment. Tara smirked confidently, "You owe me ten."
Suddenly Willow wanted more and with a quick movement she slid her hands between Tara's hot back and the cold tiles and pulled the zipper down. She quickly unclasped Tara's bra and then guided her hands to Tara's shoulders pushing the fabric apart and then down, freeing her baby's breasts. She grabbed the pair of panties as they spilled out and with a quick motion she tossed them over her shoulder.
"Oh Tara," Willow whispered, looking at dusky nipples standing at attention. "You are so beautiful."
Tara moaned as Willow's hot hands came in contact with her breasts, gently squeezing and kneading them. "They're yours, Baby...all yours."
"God, I know," Willow whispered and leaned down to take one into her mouth.
Tara leaned her head back as Willow greedily suckled on her breasts. She moved her hands down to Willow's ass, pulling their bodies closer together. Her clothes felt too cumbersome and she pulled her skirt out of Willow's way, pushing herself closer and sliding her leg behind Willow's, gripping and pulling, wanting more and more contact.
"Willow," Tara gasped. "Need...you..."
Willow let go of her nipple and buried her face in Tara's damp neck. "You need me, Baby?"
"Inside!" Tara growled as Willow gently bit at the throbbing pulse she found there. Neither woman heard the door to the bathroom open.
"Anything, for you, Baby!" Willow said and with a smooth movement and an even quicker thrust, she plunged two fingers deep inside Tara, knowing her baby needed it hard and fast.
"Oh god! Willow!" Tara cried, feeling Willow filling her completely, feeling herself rush towards her orgasm, wanted to draw it out, but helpless to stop the onrush of sensation.
"Willow? Tara?" a familiar voice echoed off the tiles.
Willow stilled her movements. "Oh gods!" she whispered against Tara's neck. "Anya!"
"Don't stop!" Tara hissed, tightening her leg around Willow to keep the redhead from pulling away. She was so close, just a few more strokes.
"Is that you?" Anya asked, knocking on the stall door, making them both jump a tad. "Xander and I just stopped in after patrol for dessert. What are you both doing in there?"
Willow and Tara heard Anya pause before she continued.
"Are you doing what I think you're doing?" the ex-demon exclaimed. "You are, aren't you? You're having sex in a public restroom?"
Willow's eyes pleaded with Tara to let her go and reluctantly Tara put her leg on the ground. But the redhead wasn't getting off that easy. Tara leaned down and bit on Willow's earlobe causing her lover to yelp in surprise.
Knowing it was useless to hide, Tara just decided confession was best.
"Hang on Anya and we'll be out in a few, okay?"
"Fine. Just ignore me and finish your orgasm," Anya sighed as she walked a few stalls down and entered to use the facility. "You know it's not like you two don't get any privacy. You have Buffy's big house," she told them. "Are all lesbians as sex crazed as you two? You couldn't wait until you got home to have sex in a bed like normal people?"
"One of these days..." Willow whispered in Tara's ear as they adjusted their clothing, "I'm gonna kill that woman."
Tara just giggled and they heard Anya's voice again along with the flush of a toilet and a stall door open.
"So is this like a habit for you?" Anya asked as she went to the sink to wash her hands.
Finally, the pair opened the door and walked out, still making minor adjustments to their clothing as they proceeded to the sink, washing their hands as well.
"No it is not a habit," Willow responded indignantly. "In fact we haven't done anything like this...well I haven't," Willow added.
"What does that mean?" Tara asked, feeling a bit huffy herself, a symptom of her frustration at being interrupted.
"Well you know," Willow replied guiltily.
"No I don't know. Maybe you should explain," Tara pressed.
"Yes, please do," Anya added. Willow glanced at the blonde with a slight annoyance. She wasn't a part of this conversation so she turned back to Tara.
"All I mean is you've done things...with girls...that I haven't. That's all."
"Will, I never did anything like tonight with other women. I wasn't comfortable enough with another girl to...experiment. And I've certainly never been this bold. I desire you yes but I love you too - that helps free the inhibitions a bit."
"That's true," Anya chimed in. "I do things with Xander I'd never thought about because I love him and he...He's a great guy." Anya was on the verge of adding ‘he's my fiancé' but here was not the place. Besides she promised to keep quiet about it all. She decided to change her thought pattern instead of dwelling on it. "Actually there was this one time when he and I -."
"I really don't want to know," Willow said cutting her off. "But thanks for offering."
"Okay, point is Tara's right. When you love someone it's okay to throw caution to the wind once in awhile. So you two can get as wild in the bathroom as you like."
"Thanks for your permission Anya. That means so much," Willow answered sarcastically.
"Hey! Don't get lippy with me just because you're now sexually frustrated from lack of an orgasm."
"And whose fault is that?" the redhead retorted.
"You know Willow -."
"Okay ladies," Tara said stepping between them. "Let's just take it down a notch okay? You said something about dessert, right?"
Anya nodded her head.
"Let's all go out there and enjoy a nice, comfortable evening. Agreed?" Tara said as she made her way to the door.
"Fine by me," Willow said following along.
Anya however didn't move toward the door. Instead she walked toward the last stall and with a fingertip picked up the fallen underwear. "Do these belong to anyone here?" she asked.
"Absolutely not. Come on - our food's gonna get cold...er," Willow answered as she rushed out the door.
Tara casually nodded and waved Anya to bring them over. Balancing the panties carefully, almost as if she was afraid to touch them, she walked over and dropped them into Tara's hand. The taller woman stuffed them down her cleavage. Anya opened her mouth to speak but didn't get a chance to form a syllable.
"Don't ask," Tara told her, leading her from the bathroom.
"Guess who I found in the bathroom having sex?" Anya announced in a perky voice, returning to the table where Xander sat.
"Anya!" Willow and Tara both chastised. "Can you say that a little louder?" Willow admonished. "I think there's a guy in L.A that didn't hear you. Geez..."
"What?" Anya asked. "I'm just mildly impressed. I mean Xander's never desired me enough to not wait until we got home. And why is that?" she asked turning to Xander.
Xander's mind hadn't quite caught up to where Anya was heading.
"Sex. In a bathroom. Why haven't we ever had sex in a bathroom?"
Xander didn't quite know how to answer or even how they got to this topic. So instead he turned to his best friend and her girlfriend.
"Okay...so how are you ladies doing tonight?"
"No don't change the topic," Anya began again.
"I didn't know we had a topic."
"Yes. You. Me. Bathroom sex...They do it," Anya pointed.
Tara began to chuckle but she couldn't look at Xander and Anya. She opted to look at her shoes with a growing crimson coming to her cheeks. Willow grinned nervously and looked around the room to see how many people were overhearing the conversation.
"Well for one thing," Xander said clearing his throat but keeping his voice down. "It's easier for them. They both go to the same door that has the stick figure in the little dress. I think people would notice I'm not the dress wearing type."
"Don't sell yourself short Xander. I bet you'd make a dashing woman, although a bit butch," Tara grinned.
Xander raised his finger to stress his point. "You're not helping," he told her.
"I know," she smirked.
"Well I think it's wrong," Anya answered. "If they can do it then we should be able to do it too."
"Yes...us poor, persecuted straight folks," Xander remarked. "How dare the lesbians get the rights to public bathroom sex when we are made to suffer."
"It's your lot in life," Willow said with faux sympathy.
Xander just chuckled. "Yes it is."
"Hey," Tara said nodding toward their table. "Why don't we head back over to our table. Bring your yummy goodies while we finish dinner."
"I think we can manage that," Xander said as he picked up the sundaes while Anya grabbed their water glasses.
Willow and Tara walked ahead and it felt like every eye on the place was looking yet not looking at them. Desperately people tried to not make eye contact, having overheard the conversation.
"I've never been more embarrassed in my life," Willow told Tara.
"Because everyone's watching now after Anya's speech."
Tara decided enough was enough. She refused to watch Willow crawl back to being a sexual wall flower again - not after the wonderful night they had spent so far. She stopped briefly in the middle of the room and kissed Willow passionately. The redhead's eyes went wide as Tara pulled back and the blonde looked around the room.
"I love this woman," she told the restaurant. "And we don't bite...we just like to eat each other occasionally. Anyone got a problem with that?"
No one said a word but a small round of applause broke out at the table of men Willow and Tara spotted earlier. One of them shouted, "You go Girl!"
Tara chuckled and tapped Willow on the arm. "See? Told ya." Tara turned and gave them a thumbs up sign before leading Willow the rest of the way to the table.
"I can't believe you did that," Willow answered as they eased back into the booth with Xander and Anya following behind them.
"Are you upset with me?" Tara asked sincerely.
"No. I think shocked might be a better word."
"Look Will," Tara continued as Xander and Anya silently took a seat. "I don't wanna tattoo dyke on my forehead. For one it would be painful and two, it would just look tacky with these cheekbones."
Willow still appeared to be in daze so Tara gave up on the jokes and went with honesty. "Truth is...I don't wanna continue hiding in places we know - like here or at the Bronze. We should have places where we can just be us. So I'll ask again. Are you mad?"
"No Baby," Willow finally smiled. "Not at all." With a crooked finger, Willow motioned Tara closer and gave her a gentle, loving kiss on the lips. "I'm proud of you. I always am."
"Wondered how long it was gonna take to hear a speech like that - I think my dad won the pool." The four of them turned to Tony who stood at the table, smiling. "Care for dessert ladies?"
"Actually," Tara answered with a grin, nodding to the sundaes that Xander and Anya had, "Those suddenly look much better. Can you box up the dinners Tony and bring us each one."
"Sure thing," he nodded, taking their dinner plates away. "Two sundaes coming up. Cherries and nuts too?"
"Yep and lots of whipped cream."
"You got it," he said before walking away.
"So," Willow asked, turning to Xander and Anya. "How'd the slaying go tonight?" Quickly she remembered that this evening was for Tara and that the slaying was becoming a problem. "Actually, don't tell me," she began to babble. "I don't wanna know. I don't wanna hear. I'm sure it went okay. I mean you're both here eating hot fudge sundaes in this lovely restaurant where people take time off from work and enjoy -."
"Will," Tara said putting a hand on her lover's knee to stop her rambling, "it's okay." With that, Tara left her hand in place and faced Xander and Anya. "So how did the slaying go this evening?"
"Oh you should have seen it," Xander chuckled.
Anya grinned and nodded her head in agreement. "Giles tackled a vamp!"
"What?" Tara asked with a chuckle
From under the table, Willow could feel Tara making lazy patterns on her leg that went further and further up as the pair across from them continued their story. Willow had to admit she was only hearing about half of the conversation. The rest of her attention was focused on Tara touching her body.
"Oh," Xander replied. "And then when that second vamp got stuck trying to get out..."
"He had the nerve to ask for help," Anya chuckled. "So I helped him. Bam! Stake to the heart. Instant dust."
"I was quite proud of her," Xander smiled.
"Why thank you," Anya beamed and offered herself up for a kiss which Xander happily accepted.
"So you got two then?"
They both nodded. "Yeah but we think two got away," Xander added. "Figured you gals could work a spell, maybe find them before they do too much damage."
"Uh...sure..." Willow began, trailing off as she once again remembered what this evening was about. "Maybe tomorrow though," she turned and smiled at her girlfriend. "We're kinda worn out tonight..."
Tara chuckled and trailed her fingers further up Willow's leg, causing the redhead to shiver slightly. She smiled at this, and decided to tease her some more. Expertly, she moved her fingertips even further upwards, so that they were now sliding underneath Willow's skirt.
"You mean with the bathroom sex antics?" Anya interjected.
Willow glared at the ex-vengeance demon as she did her best to steady her breathing. She opened her mouth to chastise the girl, but Tony chose that moment to return to the table with their sundaes.
"Here you go girls," he placed their desserts in front of them. "I'll be back later with your dinners."
"Thanks Tony," Tara smiled.
"Enjoy," he ventured before heading off.
"Looks good," Tara observed, looking down at the sundae in front of her.
"Yeah," Willow agreed as she lifted her spoon.
Eyeing the sundae, covered in chocolate sauce, whipped cream, nuts...and topped off with a maraschino cherry, Tara began to get an idea. She glanced over at Willow and grinned devilishly.
"Anyway, back to the vamps," Anya interjected, feeling the need for more self aggrandizement. "You should've seen me take him. I was great. Wasn't I Xander?"
Willow didn't hear a word Anya was saying as she noticed the glint in her girlfriend's eye. In the background, she was vaguely aware of Xander saying something in answer to Anya's question, but she just couldn't concentrate on anything but the sight of her girlfriend as she looked her in the eye and reached for her spoon.
Tara scooped up a sample of her sundae and lifted the spoon to her lips, stopping just short of putting it into her mouth. Instead, she extended her tongue and sampled the icy cold goodness with as much sensuousness as Willow had ever seen her display. Willow shivered as Tara simultaneously squeezed her knee and returned her tongue back into her own mouth - letting out a soft moan as she savored the ice cream.
Willow could see what Tara was doing and she decided that two could play at this game. With a twinkle in her own eye, Willow grabbed her spoon and mimicked Tara's actions, doing her best to make a show of extending her tongue and enjoying the sweet flavor of the ice cream.
Tara smiled as Willow put on her show, but was not one to be outdone. This is why she decided to change the game a little. She didn't want this to be about who could be sexier. She wanted this to be about mutual enjoyment...
As Willow returned the spoon back to her sundae, she looked back at Tara - waiting to see what the girl would do next. She watched with anticipation as Tara scooped up a small sample of ice cream and lifted it toward her lips. However, she was surprised when Tara quickly changed directions - choosing not to taste her ice cream, but offered it to her instead
"You wanna taste some of mine?" Tara asked her girlfriend, holding her spoon less than an inch away from her lips. "It's really good..." she explained huskily, using her most sexy tone of voice.
Willow merely nodded as she opened her mouth and extended her tongue, licking up the ice cream being offered to her. Just as she was about to close her mouth, Tara surprised her by leaning in and extending her own tongue, allowing the ice cream to melt against both their tongues.
"Mmm," Willow moaned as Tara pulled away.
"Tasty," Tara grinned, moving her attention back to the sundae in front of her.
"Are you guys listening?" Anya interjected with annoyance. "I was just telling Xander how I..."
"We're listening Anya," Tara interrupted the disgruntled ex-vengeance demon. "Really...continue with your story," she gave the girl a warm smile and then turned back to face her girlfriend. She flashed Willow a seductive grin and a sly wink as she moved her hand even further up her leg, letting her fingertips brush up against the inside of her thigh.
Willow inhaled sharply at Tara's intimate touch, her eyes meeting her girlfriend's in wonder. What was Tara up to...how far did she want to take this? Didn't she know that Xander and Anya were right there with them? That they were in a public restaurant where anyone could see them?
‘What are you doing?' she asked her girlfriend silently, projecting her thoughts telepathically into Tara's mind.
‘I just wanna have a little fun Willow,' she replied with a smirk, moving her free hand back to her sundae. ‘That's what tonight's all about right...having fun? Being more adventurous?'
Willow looked into her girlfriend's eyes, noticing the way they were dancing, the way she was smirking and she knew she was in trouble. She knew that look well - it was her girlfriend's playful look, the one that told her she was in for a surprise. As Tara continued to draw maddeningly slow, sensual circles on the inside of her thigh, she could feel the ache inside her body begging to be released. Neither of them had been granted satisfaction in the bathroom and the throbbing and the wetness that she'd been enduring for the past few minutes was now even more insistent.
With another smirk, Tara once again returned her attention back to her sundae. This time however, she set down the spoon and reached in with her index finger, effectively scooping up a sample of chocolate covered whipped cream. She then turned back to face Willow, not saying a word - just holding her finger up in front of her own mouth.
Silently, she dared Willow to taste it...to throw caution to the wind and ignore the fact that they were with their friends...that they were in public and that they were in a crowded restaurant where people could be judging them. She didn't want Willow to care about all that. She wanted Willow to feel free to express her desire...her love...any way that she wished.
Off her girlfriend's silent invitation, Willow could feel her desire mounting. She wanted desperately to lean over and taste the sweetness being offered to her...but people could see. It was then that she realized Tara's intention. She was being tested. Without a second thought, Willow leaned in and gently grasped Tara's wrist, moving her hand toward her lips.
With a glint in her own eye, Willow locked her eyes with Tara's as she slowly extended her tongue, sensuously licking her way up the girl's finger, scooping up chocolate and whipped cream as she went along. "Mmmm," she moaned as she tasted her sample, before thrusting her tongue out to finish the job.
Tara could feel her pulse racing as Willow's tongue returned to her finger. She was pleased that her girlfriend had taken up her challenge, but was wondering how much more of this she could take. The sensation of Willow's tongue on her skin, the sexy look in her eye, the sheer eroticism of her action, had caused her own desire and need for release to return with a vengeance. She was now waiting for Willow's tongue to work some more of it's magick, but her girlfriend had other ideas.
With determination, Willow kept her eyes focused on Tara's as she moved her lips ever closer to her girlfriend's finger. This time however, she not only thrust her tongue out for a taste, she opened her mouth and decided to have a more enriching experience. With slow, deliberate movements, she slid her mouth down Tara's finger, taking more and more of her inside, before moving back up towards her tip.
Tara's mouth was now half open and her eyes were half closed as she reacted to the warm wetness of Willow's mouth. Her breath was coming in gasps and she found herself practically mesmerized with her girlfriend's slow movements.
‘Do I pass the test?' Willow asked her silently as she finally released her hold.
Tara could merely nod in response, her mind clouded over with desire.
"You guys weren't listening were you?" Anya ventured, having noticed the way the two girls were looking at one another.
Willow gave Tara a knowing look before turning to face Anya. "We were listening...we just..."
"You were too preoccupied playing your little lesbian sex games," Anya finished up with a frown. "I saw what you were doing...the finger thing..."
Tara could sense that Anya's words were once again beginning to irritate her girlfriend. This is why she decided to do something to diffuse the situation a little. "Well...at least we weren't doing the cherry thing," she quipped with a chuckle.
"The cherry thing?" Willow looked at her girlfriend questioningly. "What cherry thing?"
With a sly grin, Tara grabbed the cherry from the top of her ice cream and locked her eyes with Willow's as she placed it in her mouth.
Willow watched curiously as her girlfriend ripped apart the cherry and placed the stem into her mouth. What was she doing? After a moment, Tara extended her tongue and Willow gasped in surprise to note that her girlfriend had successfully tied the cherry stem into a knot with her tongue.
Wow...she had no idea Tara could do that. This was the most sensual thing she'd ever seen Tara do. Where had she learned how to do that? Suddenly, she couldn't wait to see what other tricks her girlfriend's tongue could do...
"Hey, wow," Anya interjected with awe as she turned to face her boyfriend. "Why can't you do something like that?"
"I...I..." Xander sputtered, not quite knowing how to respond to that. He too was a little in awe of Tara's skill.
"Where'd you learn how to do that?" Willow finally voiced her thoughts. "It's very...wow!"
Tara chuckled as she removed the stem from her mouth, offering it up to her girlfriend. Willow accepted it without hesitation, still waiting for a response.
"Have you ever watched ‘Twin Peaks'?"
"I've seen a few episodes," Willow ventured, wondering at the question. "Why?"
"Well," Tara grinned. "In one episode, Cherylin Fenn tied a cherry stem into a knot with her tongue and I...well, I kinda had a little crush on her. And when I saw that scene..."
"You practiced day and night until you could do it too," Willow finished up with a chuckle.
"Yeah," Tara giggled. "I just had to learn it...it was just so..."
"Sexy," Willow smiled, knowing exactly what her girlfriend must've been thinking.
"Right," Tara agreed.
"You know, I'm feeling a little tired..." Willow ventured, deciding she'd had enough games for one night. She could no longer wait to feel the effects of Tara's tongue inside her own body...working its magick.
"No you're not," Anya countered. "I bet you just wanna go home and test out Tara's tongue for yourself, don't you? It's not fair. Why can't you do something like that Xander? Maybe you should learn..."
"Anya," Xander chastised, feeling his face turn red with embarrassment.
As if on cue, Tony chose that moment to return to the table with the boxed up dinners.
After paying their bill, Willow and Tara said goodnight to their friends and rushed out of the restaurant and headed home. Once on the porch, Willow pressed herself tight against Tara's back as the blonde tried to juggle the bag from Antonio's in one hand and the keys in the other.
"Willow!" she giggled. "Give me a chance to open the door first."
Instead of responding, Willow simply growled deep in her throat and brought her hands up to cup Tara's breasts.
"Oh gods," Tara sighed as the sensation filled her whole body with desire. Her hands shaking, she finally managed to jam the key into the lock and gave it a savage turn. The couple stumbled their way into the foyer. Tara dropped the bag and her keys on the table and with her own feral growl, pushed Willow up against the door, slamming it shut with a bang. She brought her lips down on Willow's, thrusting her tongue forcefully into the redhead's mouth, her hands pressed flat against the door on either side of Willow's head. Willow groaned at the sensation and wrapped her hands around Tara's back, bringing their bodies even closer together.
"Ahem!" an amused voice said. "I take it you enjoyed the movie, ladies?"
Tara stilled her attack on Willow and with a wry smirk looked once again into Willow's panicked eyes. With a reassuring kiss on Willow's lips, she moved away and turned towards Spike.
"Yes, the movie was great...as was dinner afterwards," she said.
"Lovely," Spike said with the usual sarcasm in his voice. "Niblet's asleep on the couch. Fell off while we were watching the telly. I was gonna move her, but she's out like a light. She'll be there till morning."
"Thanks so much, Spike," Willow said. "We ran into Anya and Xander. They got a couple of vamps, but said two got away from them. Maybe you could take a stroll around on your way back to your crypt...?"
"Sure thing," Spike replied, pulling on his duster. "'Night ladies."
"Good night, Spike," Tara said as she closed and locked the door behind him. She grabbed the leftovers and headed to the kitchen while Willow went to check on Dawn.
"She okay?" she asked as they met up at the bottom of the stairs.
"Yeah," Willow smiled. "Sleeping like a baby. Spike had covered her up all snug with a blanket."
"That was sweet of him," Tara said and then looked expectantly at Willow.
"So," Willow said, her smirk matching Tara's. "Ready to show me that tongue trick?"
"Think you can handle it?" Tara countered.
"Won't know until we try," Willow said.
"Race ya!" Tara said and took off up the stairs.
"Hey!" Willow laughed, following Tara. "No fair! You cheated!"
"Catch me if you can!" Tara taunted and disappeared in the bedroom.
"Betcha I will, you vixen!" Willow replied and closed the door behind her.