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Food For Thought

Author: Onyxsundrops
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer characters, they belong to Joss and M.E.

"I hate Sunnydale weather... it was fine ten minutes ago. Perfect," Willow pouted as rain drops began to splash against the windshield, "I mean, why do they call it Sunnydale, when it's raining all the time."

Tara sat back, listening to the redhead as they approached her apartment building. She smiled, watching the adorable way Willow's lip curled up in annoyance. "Maybe there's a storm passing through the outskirts."

"Yeah, but still... they should call it Rainydale," Willow continued to mope, "Sunnydale," she scoffed, "that's false advertisement. People come here expecting sunshine, only to end up with buckets of salt water. I bet the tourist rates would plummet, if they changed the name." She turned to Tara and saw the amusement crossing her face, "You think I'm crazy, don't you?"

The blonde kept her mouth shut, shrugging as she smiled. The rain began to fall harder when they pulled into the parking lot. "Do you want me to drop you off before I park?" Willow asked.

Tara looked out the window as Willow slowed near the curb, "No," she shook her head lightly, "I don't mind getting wet." There was something in the blonde's eyes that made Willow do a double-take. "Okay," the reply was soft, yet slightly hoarse.

Tara smiled as Willow searched for a spot. There was just something about this woman, which made her feel like she could be herself without holding anything back. Sure she had her moments of shyness, as she always did when meeting new people. But her timid demeanor always seemed to crumble whenever she was around the beautiful redhead.

Willow silenced the engine and turned to her passenger. They looked at one another and nodded as if they knew what the other was thinking. A second later, both girls swung their doors open and bolted for the apartment building.

"Dammit," Willow's silent curse made Tara stop and turn around just as she reached the sidewalk. "I left the lights on," Willow explained and ran back to her car. She waved her hand, gesturing for Tara to continue toward the building. Reaching the building, Tara held the door open and waited for Willow as the redhead sprinted through the rain.

"C'mon," Tara laughed and laced her fingers with Willow's. When the drenched couple reached Tara's door, the blonde slipped her shoes off before stepping into the apartment. Willow did the same, but had a harder time as she struggled to remove her boots. Hopping on one leg, she finally managed to pull the material free and joined Tara in the living room.

"I'll get us some towels," Tara said and disappeared down the hallway. Once the blonde was gone, Willow set her shoes beside the door, before walking toward Tara's stereo. She aimlessly ran her hand along the buttons as she looked through the CD collection and when her finger accidently connected with the power button, a stream of music blared through speakers. The redhead jumped back and tried to steady her rapid heart before turning the volume down.

Hearing the loud music, Tara ran back into the living room, "Are you okay?"

Willow flashed a sheepish grin, "Yeah, sorry... I didn't mean to-."

"No, it's okay," Tara handed a towel to the redhead as she spoke, "you can listen to it," her gaze dropped, lingering on Willow's chest. "Do you w-want a T-shirt?" She tried unsuccessfully to pull her eyes away from the sheer top.

Willow grinned as she followed Tara's eyes, "Yeah," she cleared her throat and Tara's gaze finally retracted. The blue pools roamed upward, meeting Willow's eyes, and the two stared at one another until Tara realized what she was supposed to be doing.

"I should go...," Tara pointed to the back and nodded again. She began to step away, but instead she quickly moved closer and gave Willow a soft kiss before disappearing once again.

The blonde came back a few minutes later wearing a T-shirt with loose black sweat pants. "I didn't know if you wanted to change c-completely." She smiled nervously and held out a shirt and pair of pajamas for the redhead, "The um, the bathroom is down the hall and to your left."

"Thanks," Willow whispered. Tara watched her leave and skipped off to the kitchen.

Willow slipped into the bathroom and closed the door. As she removed her wet clothing, she couldn't resist surveying the small room. She was automatically drawn to the bathtub and couldn't resist taking a closer look. Tracing over the different flavors of shampoo and body wash, Willow reached for the Apricot shampoo. She held the bottle to her nose and imagined Tara's scent filling her senses. She imagined soft blonde strands tickling her skin and suppressed a groan when the image of Tara's lips flooded her mind.

Taking a final sniff, Willow returned the bottle to the shelf and continued getting dressed. As she left the bathroom, she noticed that the bedroom door was ajar. The redhead glanced toward the living room, half-expecting to see Tara, and sighed in relief when she didn't. Her hand hesitated on the doorhandle but she shook her head and let go. Just the thought of stepping into the room, made her feel a little intrusive. Biting her lip, she took another look at the alluring door and walked away.

After dropping her wet clothes on the floor beside her shoes, Willow peeked around the corner and frowned when she saw that the kitchen was empty. A horrified expression crossed her face when she turned back to the bedroom door. Had Tara been in the room the whole time she stood outside the door? She stared intently, expecting the blonde to emerge and nearly jumped out of her skin when the door behind her opened.

Willow's shriek immediately halted Tara in the doorway. She stopped her own urge to screech and focused on the spooked redhead. Willow put a hand over her thudding chest and to Tara's surprise, began to laugh. Willow wasn't sure if she was laughing because of the relief she felt from knowing that Tara wasn't in the back, or laughing because it was the only thing she could do besides faint.

Once the almost delirious giggle died down, Tara smiled bashfully, "S-Sorry," she held up a pack of papers, "I went to check the mail." Still not trusting her voice, Willow nodded. "I didn't m-mean to scare you." Tara closed the door, setting her keys and the mail on the table beside her.

"No, it's okay," Willow spoke though her nerves were still jumping, "you just surprised me that's all. Did you get anything good?" She gestured toward the pile.

"Oh, um, just coupons," the blonde stepped closer, "are you sure you're okay? Do you want a drink or something?"

"Yeah," Willow found herself lost in the concern etched on Tara's face, "I'm fine, but a drink would be great."

"Okay, I'll be right back." Willow was still a little skittish when Tara left. She shook her arms, trying to loosen some of the tension and lowered herself onto the carpet next to the stereo. Music continued to flow from the speakers and she bobbed along with the beats as she looked through the stack of CDs.

On her way back, Tara stopped and leaned against the wall, quietly watching as Willow closed her eyes and began to move more with the music. With her mouth partly open, Tara licked her lips as Willow's upper body began to join the rhythm of her head. With her eyes slightly glazed, Tara swallowed and continued to watch.

"This is a really good CD." Her breath caught when Willow spoke. The redhead opened her eyes and turned toward the shocked woman. "H-How did you...," Tara trailed off as Willow shrugged and smiled. "I just knew."

Smiling and somewhat amazed, Tara pushed off the wall and handed Willow her drink, before sitting on the couch. "I really didn't expect you to be the type to listen to this kind of music," Willow confessed and earned a raised eyebrow from Tara. "Well," Willow paused, "it's not exactly your typical variety of lesbian music."

As soon as Willow had finished, Tara almost choked on her soda, "Lesbian music? There's actually a such thing as 'lesbian music'?"

"Well, no. I mean, I don't think there is," Willow frowned and shook her head, "okay, that's not what I meant to say. I meant... you know... slow and melodic. Kind of like Sarah Mclachlan... or something like that."

"I see," Tara spoke with a hint of mirth, "and do you happen to own any of this so-called lesbian music?"

Willow noticed the playful spark in Tara's eyes, "Yes, but I occasionally like to branch out," she stood up and extended her arm, "dance with me?" She asked and wiggled her fingers toward the sitting blonde.

"Um, Willow, this isn't really something you can slow dance to," Tara stared at Willow's hand before reaching out. "Sure it is," Willow's mouth curved into a grin, "and who said anything about slow dancing." She grasped Tara's hand with one hand and turned the volume of the stereo up with the other.

The fast electronic beats poured into the room and Tara bit her lip nervously. It was one thing to dance alone in her apartment where no one could see her, and completely different to do it in front of others... especially Willow. However, all doubt left her mind once Willow began to move against her. Her body was automatically drawn to the redhead and she began to grind into Willow as their movement became synchronized.

Clearing her mind, Tara was so focused on the thigh between hers, that at first she didn't notice the dark tint in Willow's green eyes. The redhead's arousal shot through her in waves and she moaned, pulling Willow tighter. Willow in turn, grabbed the blonde's hips and pushed down as her own body rocked upward. The incessant rubbing and soft material of their clothing, provided both girls with a little friction as they continued to move together. When Tara threw her head back in pleasure, Willow seized the opportunity and latched onto the smooth skin of her neck.

Unable to keep her balance, Tara stumbled forward and both girls wobbled until they reached the couch. With the redhead landing on the bottom, Willow continued to kiss across Tara's neck until the blonde let out a soft whimper and pulled away. Not missing a second, Tara smashed her lips against Willow's and bucked into the leg that was still firmly planted between her thighs. Willow's aggressive tongue fought its way into Tara's mouth and the redhead gasped as more desire pooled from her body.

Swirling her tongue around the slick flesh, Tara pressed her knee up until it connected with the apex between Willow's legs. Both girls continued to grind and grunt until Willow's pace slowed and she sighed in frustration. Tara also slowed her movement and rested her forehead against Willow's.

When their bodies stilled completely, Willow panted, "I...," she struggled to speak, "do you...," she was silenced by Tara's slender finger. The blonde nodded and crawled from atop Willow's prone body and reached for her hand. No words were spoken as she led the woman down the dark hall.

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