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Looks Like Rain

Author: Rosemary
Rating: NC-17
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"Do you remember this Baby?" The words were spoken slowly, quietly, passion in its truest form. The breath that touched her ear sending chills through her body, striking her in the place that set her on fire. Fingers now moved slowly downward, pressing through the silk nightgown and finding the fire there.

She gasped desperately and leant back. "Yes, yes I remember," she answered back in a whisper. She rolled her head to the side, hoping Willow would accept the invitation and taste the spot on her neck that would ignite her even more.

"Do you want me? Tell me. I want to hear it," Willow whispered in her ear as she slowly moved her mouth down and found the sweetest of spots on her lovers throat. Her lips found the spot and she slowly pulled the flesh there into her mouth and began to gently bite at it as her tongue pressed it down causing an exquisite sensation that caused Tara to release a desperate shaking breath.

"Please, I can't..." Tara panted out.

Willow's hands now were on the move. They were slowly moving up her stomach, pressing in lightly and dragging the thin material of Tara's slip up with them.

"What, what can't you do baby?"

Willow now held the gown bunched up at Tara's middle. She used one hand to hold it in place as the other now ran down the length of Tara's leg and landed behind one knee. She slowly careessed it, sliding it around to the inside of her thigh raised the leg up and placed Tara's foot flat on the chair next to the wall where they were standing

"Can't let me do this to you?" Willow whispered as her hand now slide upward and came in diect contact with Tara's center.

"Yes... do that, please do that. I want you to. I need you to," Tara whispered out, her head falling backward and landing on Willow's shoulder.

And she did. She moved her fingers up and inside and Tara let out a scream, as she pressed both hands against the wall in front of her to help her to stand.

"Ohh yea. You like that don't you baby? You love how I do this to you don't you?"

"Mmm God, yes. I love it. I love you," Tara panted out. Willow leant a little forward now and pressed herself up against Tara's back. She closed her eyes in concentration. Her head turned sideways and she pressed her cheek against Tara's back as she began to increase the rythm.

The feel of Willow's breath against her back was sending waves of sensation down her spine to her very center. She pulled a hand off the wall and pressed it to Willow's and held it there as she took over the task of the movement, thrusting herself backward and then forward.

The feeling of Tara's ass as it rocked against Willow's center was causing her to move faster against her. Her hips now playing a part in the movements as well. She stopped moving and Tara moaned a disapproval: "Willow, no don't stop please. Why..."

She pulled out of her and Tara cried: "Noo please why are you stopping, Willow why?"

She didn't answer the question, she just placed both hands on Tara's shoulder's and slowly dragged the dressing gown as she began to nibble on one shoulder, and slid the slip down her arms. She bent down and lifted Tara's foot up for a moment to take the gown away and toss it across the room. She then took her place back against Tara and leaned in to her. A hand worked its way back down and she was once again inside of her.

"Oh yes, thank you, thank you Willow. I need it. I need this so badly." She was moving with Willow now, pressing her body back against Willow's and she felt a hand slide up and wrap around a firm tight breast. Willow's fingers squeezed it, none too softly, and Tara cried out in pleasure.

"That's what you like isn't it Baby? This is what you like me to do for you. Just like this."

She was pushing herself into Tara and Tara lurched forward with every thrust from Willow's body. An arm flailed wildly behind her til she found Willow's head and pulled her mouth down to her own. She thrust her tongue violently into Willow's mouth and Willow grabbed hold of it with her teeth lightly. She held the tip still and her own tongues tip tease Tara's as she began a more fevered pace.

Tara's hand reached down and pressed in between Willow's legs.

"Ohh yes. That's how I taught you isn't it? Do you remember baby? Do you remember the first time that I shoud you how I like to be fucked? Yes you do remember. I know because that's what you're doing now. Just like I showed you. Mmm. Yea you know. This is what we do isn't it baby? Always like this. Togrther... I do for you and you do it for me, don't we?"

"Yes, just like this baby, always like this, always... Ohh yess, that's soo good! Oh, OH OH... Willow... yeah baby you got it... mmmfuck yes... OHH... GOD AAUUGGHH..."

"Willow, Willow honey wake up," Sheila said shaking her. "I think you were having a nightmare. Are you okay?"

"Oh... umm yes. Um, nightmare. That's what it was. Wheww, glad you woke me up... haha. Mom could I have some water please?" Willow asked, feeling like she was fourteen again and her mom had caught her making out in her bedroom.

Well I think that part still works, she thought.

"Did Tara come back?" Willow asked already knowing the answer.

"No honey. Not yet."

"So I guess I should do this test now then," Willow said, her voice shaking.

"If you're ready."

"Yes, yeah I'm ready. I don't really care anyway. So yeah," Willow said.

"Willow, don't you dare talk like that to me. Don't. Of course you care. Do you know honestly why Tara left? Do you?"

"Yes. I do. The same reason anyone would. I mean, she's twenty eight years old mom. What's she going to do? Take care of me the rest of her life? God, she rides horses, she's a forest ranger, she jogs every morning. What will I do? What? Get her a matching scooter and chase each other around the house? No, I don't think so. I wouldn't do that to her even if..." Willow stopped

"Even if what Willow?" Sheila asked.

"Even if she didn't leave. I don't want to burden her with this. It's not fair to her," Willow said quietly.

"You haven't even done the test yet Willow. I think it's a little early to start ending your connections to everyone you love. Do you think that Tara left because of this? Is that what you believe?"

"She wouldn't even look at me. She wouldn't even..." She was crying now.

"Willow, you can't do this. You can't. You need to want to get well or you won't. I think you need to let me go and talk to-"

"NO! Don't you dare do that. I think this is the best way for this to go anyway. Even if you think you could change her mind, or whatever shrink thing you have in mind, I don't want it. I don't want to ruin her life. I can't. I love her too much."

"Okay Willow. If that's what you want then that's what I'll do," Shelia answered shaking her head. "I'll go and tell them you want to do this now then. Okay?"

"Thank you."

Tara sat on the edge of the bed. She was staring at the phone in her hand and her mind was racing with too many thoughts all at once. She had dialed six of the seven numbers at least a dozen times but somehow the ability to hit the last number and hit send was a task of major proportions.

"What am I going to do? How can I do this? I don't know how to do this," she spoke aloud as she began to cry. "I don't think I can live without her."

She placed the phone down on the bed and put her head in her hands. She made the decision and picked up the phone again. She was about to call Willow when she heard a knock at the door. She got up to answer the door and when she opened it there was a woman standing there.

"Hi. I'm Susan and I'm a friend of Willow's. I was just at the hospital with her and she asked me to come by here and pick up some food that she has here for Millo." Tara knew who this was, she knew the name and her heart sank.

"She... she sent you here for... for Millos things?" She was shaking now and she thought she might lose her stomach contents.

"Yea, Sheila would have come but I think she was afraid to leave Willow there. She's a little pissed off at you I think also. Willow is a mess and well... I think you get the picture right? I have to say I agree. You have got to be some kind of a, I don't know, 'monster' comes to mind, to leave her like that. I suggest you stay away from there. Willow needs to get well and you won't help her. So if you would please just give me Millo's things I'll go before I say something I'll regret."

She pulled into the station and went inside.

"Can I help you?" Marco asked.

"Yes. I'm a friend of Tara Maclay's and she was hoping you would let Officer Rosenberg know she dropped Millo's things off here. She also wants to know where to send the rest of her things."

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