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The Sex Journals

Author: Washi (ZWS)
Rating: NC-17 baby!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, Joss does or whoever. If I owned them, do you really think I would let season 6 happen? And why the hell would I be writing this? So yeah, all belongs to Joss, ME etc...
ADDITIONAL NOTE: The poem is mine, I wrote it. So, um... yeah. Don't reproduce it without my "carte-blanche".

Everyone was now regrouped at Willow and Tara's new home. The meal was simple, and yet a joyous affair. Everyone was smiling and joking around until they heard a sob. All eyes turned to Buffy.

"Buffy, what's wrong?" Willow asked, concerned. She moved besides her best friend, and Buffy dove on her, hugging her tightly.

"You're leaving me! I'm gonna be alone!"

She clutched her arms around the redhead, in an attempt to keep her close. Willow looked at Tara for help.

"Buffy, sweetie, we're not leaving you. We're just moving next door. Now, let go of Willow, she's starting to turn blue." Tara said, patting Buffy on the shoulder.

Buffy immediately let her arms drop. She looked at her sheepishly.

"Sorry for being an emotional blob. It's just... I'm gonna miss you guys. We're gonna miss you. You gotta be warned, me and Dawnie are gonna come over here a lot if you guys don't make stops at the house."

Dawn nodded and smiled as Buffy hugged both women. Anya was being fed up with all the emotional outbursts. After all, the two witches were only moving next door. It wasn't a tragedy. She excused herself and went to the bathroom, clutching her bag in her hands. She found a stool there and sat down. She pulled the journal from her bag and started to read again.

My hand slowly started caressing her side, headed for her rounded breasts, and I felt the same from her. I felt my wetness starting to dribble down my thighs. I hooked one of my legs between her own, feeling her pooling wetness on the scorching skin of my thigh and I turned a bit, so that I was now straddling her. My hand finally reached its destination, and I started loving one of her breasts. I massaged the orb with my hand, lightly grazing her nipple with my thumb. As a hand stayed there, I pushed the other one onto the bed near my lover's head for leverage. I kissed her again, our tongues dancing to the familiar beat of our hearts. I broke away, and lost myself in her smoldering blue eyes. I kissed down her jaw line, licking her chin in the process. I found a sensitive spot behind her ear, and I sucked it, causing her to gasp. I licked her neck down to her collarbone and back up again, as my doppelganger had once done to me. I licked and nibbled at her pulse point, and after swirling my tongue around it, I sucked the flesh there, as Tara brought her hands from my ass to the back of my head, urging me on. Her fingers lightly massaging my scalp felt like heaven. I was lost in her long creamy neck. When I was satisfied by the mark I left there, I kissed it and moved on. I had a journey to make, and I started kissing her sternum before I arrived at her breasts. I kneaded the flesh, her nipples were little cherries begging to licked, sucked, nibbled on. Being the breast gal I am, I happily complied, bending down to lightly kiss one while my hand was massaging the other. I licked it, nibbled at it, and as Tara arched her back, I engulfed it in my mouth, taking in as much as I could. I held on and flicked my tongue on the aroused nub. She moaned softly. I let go and this time drew the nipple only in my mouth. I sucked lightly, with increasing speed and I felt her shudder beneath me. I knew Tara came often just from making love to her sensitive breasts, so I switched breasts, slowing the caresses. I started a slow rocking motion, my clit rubbing on her thigh, and hers on mine. I started sucking her nipple rhythmically, keeping with the motion of our hips. My free hand strayed to her neglected breast, pinching the saliva-coated nipple between my fingers. Her moans were driving me crazy with desire. Her nails glided against the smooth skin of my back to my shoulders, making me shiver with arousal. She cupped my face and pulled me back for a deep searching kiss. She kissed me urgently, her slender fingers now teasing my own breasts. She rubbed my nipples in circles with her thumbs, and they hardened instantly. I moaned louder, arrows of passion driving into my already blazing core. She broke the kiss and ducked her head, marking my neck as I marked hers. She placed feather-light kisses from my sternum to my breasts and I arched my back, urging her on. She kissed and licked both of my nipples.

"Oh God...dessss!" I moaned when she started sucking on my nipple hard and rocking harder against me.

I propped myself on my left arm, keeping me elevated, and snaked my hand towards her center. I brushed my hand over her wet curls, and she bucked her hips, looking for contact, as her breathing got ragged on my moist chest. I groaned as I slid my middle finger in her wet channel, feeling the warmth and wetness of her. She pulled me down for a hot, passionate kiss. Our tongues dueling only added to our excitement and our wetness. The sweet, musky smell of our arousals filled the room. Her hand found my erect clit and rubbed it slowly, taking my breath away, but giving me life. We broke the kiss when I flicked my thumb on her hard nub, and we were gasping for breath. We pressed our foreheads together, our breaths intermingling. Our gazes were locked on each other's eyes. I looked deeply into the blue pools of swirling desire, as dark as the night's sea.

"I love you Tara. So much." I whispered to her.

"I love you too Willow, I missed you." she murmured back.

"So much." I agreed.

My middle finger was now at her entrance, ready to dip into her molten abyss.

"Willow, wait. Please." she murmured against my lips.

I stopped my movements and looked into her eyes.

"Together." she said simply.

"Always." I swore.

I rolled off of her slightly until we were both on our sides, facing each other. Slowly, I started pushing my finger inside her as she pushed a finger into me, testing each other. We both moaned and stilled for a moment to reacquaint ourselves with the feeling of being inside each other.


"open..." she finished for me.

We both started a smooth in-out-rub motion that glided perfectly with our rocking hips' rhythm. I felt around in her and slowly pulled out completely before adding two fingers, filling her completely. She moaned and rocked harder as she mirrored my move, having three fingers pumping into me slowly. Soon, it wasn't enough.

"Harder." I gasped out.

"Oh yes." She replied as breathlessly.

We both pumped harder, reaching deeper. The rocking motion made our naked breasts rub up against each other, and our parted lips brush together. I stuck my tongue out and our movement made me lick her parted lips. She took my lead and stuck her tongue out too, our tongues clashing on the outside of our mouths, waxing and waning against each other. Our moans, groans and grunts were getting louder as we rose to our peaks. We both curved our fingers and found each other's sweet spots, our thumbs never ceasing their movements. Our hips lost the smooth rhythm as I felt her inner muscles begin to clench and spasm around my fingers. I was on the edge, and I could see on her eyes that she was there, with me.

"I... love... you." I gasped out.

"MMM ... too."

With one last deep thrust, we fell into bliss, screaming out each other's name in release. We rode off each other's orgasms as well as we could, our hands shaking. As we both returned to reality, I leaned over and pressed my lips to hers, kissing her softly, pouring all the emotions I couldn't express into that kiss. We pulled out slowly, each of us earning a little whimper. She brought her wet, sticky fingers to her mouth, licking them clean and enjoying the taste so long denied. I did the same and my taste buds exploded around my fingers. She was sweet and syrupy like honey. Her taste had haunted my mouth in my dreams, and it was now a reality again. We wrapped our arms around each other, hugging. We stayed like that for a while, thinking that if we let go, it'd be just a dream. But no dreams equaled this. Soft whispers conveyed love, passionate and never-ending. She forgave me for my stupid actions, but I can't forgive myself, and I promised to show her every day from now on how sorry I was. I looked at my watch and found it was three thirty in the morning. Still early. We started kissing again, hands caressing, fingers stroking, as we lost ourselves into a night filled with love, lust, forgiveness and promises.

When night became morning, we talked a bit about Buffy, and Tara told me that Buffy has been sleeping with Spike. I was shocked, even though last night's video of Spike and Anya kinda showed Buffy's hurt. I got up to look for her, and instead found Dawn. I was trying to explain what happened with Spike, even though I couldn't grasp it very well, when Tara came looking for me, clad in a sheet. Dawnie was ecstatic for us. We were a family again.

Now, Tara is taking a long shower, and it's taking forever, so I'm about to go and look for her. I just slipped on some crème satin sheets on the bed (winknudgewink) and got dressed. But before I go, here's a poem I thought of just now. I hope My Love will like it.

Oh fair beauty of the night,
Oh fair beauty of the day,
So beautiful you are to me,
In every single way.

Oh fair beauty of my days,
Will you be my heart's endless grace?
Great Queen of my Heart,
Our story's begun again, and what a great start.

From the moment I saw you,
I knew it was Love,
The kind that makes you beg for more,
And yet it's never enough.

I can't believe I once threw it all away,
Just to be able to abuse of magic, just a little play.
Never again will that mistake I make,
For now my Life and Soul are yours to take.

Great Goddess of my day,
You fulfill me in every single way,
The morning's light on you makes me feel
Like I'm the luckiest victim of your appeal.

Great Goddess of my night,
You are the moon to my tide.
We lay together, breast to breast,
And we rise higher with every single caress.

One last thrust, one last caress,
And our souls merge for the Great Goddess to bless.
We become one, we are no longer two.
We are lost, but I promise I'll always find you.

I love you Tara Maclay. Always.

Your Willow.

<My god! That was intense! Why doesn't Xander write me poetry?> Anya thought as she shoved the journal back into her bag. She flushed the toilet and went out. She found her husband joking with the rest of the group. She went to him and slapped the back of his head.

"Oww! And might I add ouch! What was that for?"

The others looked at them in amusement.

"Xander! You're not the slightest bit romantic!" she yelled at him.

"What'd I do? Will, help me out here!" he said, looking at his best friend beseechingly.

Willow smiled, her eyes twinkling. After a second, her eyes widened.

"Oh my Goddess, Anya, are you pregnant?"

Everyone looked shocked at Anya.

"No! It's just Xander never writes me poetry!"

Willow and Tara looked at each other, surprised by the comment. Dawn and Buffy snickered.

"We're leaving!" she said, grabbing Xander's arm and pulling him out of the couch.

Xander looked at them in surprise as Anya dragged him outside. The door opened, and just before it closed, the four girls heard Anya's screech and Xander's pleading.

"You better give me many orgasms tonight! And of the different kind!"

"Ok, ok, just keep it down! People will hear you. Please Ahn, honey."

The four women looked at each other and burst out laughing. They spent most of the night talking, and at about two in the morning, Buffy and Dawn left the two witches for their first night in their new house.

After putting away the dishes, Willow came up to Tara and hugged her.

"Well, well, what should we do now that we're alone?" she asked, waggling her eyebrows.

Tara grinned and winked.

"I guess we'll find something to keep us busy." she said as she pulled a willing Willow upstairs to their new bedroom.

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