Author: JustSkipIt
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Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy own Willow and Tara and the Buffyverse. No copyright infringement is meant by this fic and I will not make any money from it.
Note: Thanks for the French translation/spelling help from Julia and someone else. Sorry I’ve forgotten who.

She's sweet. Ok, a tad clueless but once I kind of spelled it out for her we had a great time. I called her. Ok. I called and she called me back and I was in a meeting and I called her back and she was in a meeting and she called me back. I picked her up at her house which, like her, is cute and which she shares with a roommate named, improbably enough, Buffy Summers. Willow was running a little late so she offered me a drink and I came in and stood around her living room for a few minutes. A few minutes was enough time for me to notice enough weapons to outfit a large gang propped in corners and behind bookcases and just lying on tables, strangely some of them seeming to hold open a variety of basic Latin textbooks. I kind of teased Willow about it and she attempted to make up a story about Buffy being a martial artist or something but it was just amazingly badly done bullshit. At least I know she won't lie to me (successfully that is). But her roommate doesn't work with the "unsavory element" in town or I would know her name.

Anyway, dinner was lovely. She does something with aerospace engineering or maybe aeronautical. I couldn't really understand the details but she got excited about it. When we moved to other topics, it was really nice. We have similar tastes in movies and books and she seemed to like my sense of humor which most women don't really get. Most women? Ok. Most humans. We stayed for coffee until they kicked us out and then I drove her home. We went in and had more coffee and I can't even say who kissed who first. Or second. Or third.

We didn't ... well. Not really. And she was still asleep and looked so cute when I woke up. I gently lifted her arm off me and went in search of the bathroom which wasn't that hard to find. I finished and was washing my hands when I noticed the garbage can. It was filled with bloody bandages and rags. Either Buffy stars in a live stage production of the Exorcist or she was on the wrong end of some of those weapons she leaves lying around the living room. I lifted my hands off the sink counter Tout de suite. I hadn't even heard Willow come in but her arms wrapping around my waist and her breasts pressed against my back reminded me of the night before. "You should probably be quick about it. My date may wake up anytime."

"Is that right?"

She kept kissing and I closed my eyes just enjoying the wonderful sensation. I spun around in her arms and kissed her solidly on the lips before pulling back and smiling. "Good morning."

"Good morning." She kind of glanced at the shower and then got an adorably devilish grin. "We could honor consistency by showering together like we do nearly every day and then I would love to take you to breakfast."

I was only a little cruel, pretending to consider the offer. "Pancakes?"

"Whatever you would like, Ms. Maclay."

I smiled. Then I glanced toward the garbage can. "I like... the shower idea, Willow. But is your roommate, um, okay?"

She looked down at the can and squinted her eyes shut in a new expression that I assumed meant "damit" or something to that effect while she muttered "Buffy" under her breath. She kissed me and quickly grabbed a stack of clean white towels from the shelf behind her. "Can you go ahead and start the shower and I'll be right back?"

I tried not to look too disappointed. "Sure." I gave put my hands on the hem of the Sunnydale High School T-shirt she had lent me the night before and fixed her with the sexiest look I could muster. "I hope the water stays hot." She kind of gulp-swallowed and mouthed "sorry" before leaving the bathroom.

I had been in the shower a few minutes when I heard the door open and close. "I hope that's Willow," I called and heard her giggle nervously.

And nervous was the word. She pulled back the curtain a minute later and stuck her head in but with her eyes shut. "Tara? Do you ... " She left it hanging and I reached out and took her hand and gently pulled her inside. It was just amazing how adorable she could be while also being drop dead sexy.

She still seemed nervous so I held up the scrubby and she kind of nodded. I poured some soap into it and then started to soap her up. It let us both relax and I dropped the scrubby pretty quickly, using my palms instead. Her skin was so soft and smooth, except her nipples of course which were very hard against my skin. "Is your roommate ok?"

She reached up behind my neck and pulled me closer. "She's fine but I'm so not thinking about her." Then her mouth was against mine and her tongue was in my mouth and her hands cupped my ass to pull her tighter against me. I kept playing with her breasts and ran my hands all over her body and she did the same. I didn't know how long the warm water would hold out but I wanted her so badly that I didn't really care.

When I brushed my fingers over her clit she gasped and kissed me harder and I took that as in invitation, thrusting one and then two fingers up inside her. She made some incoherent moans and I pushed her against the back wall of the shower, pulling my hand almost completely out and then driving it back in. And it didn't take long before I could feel her muscles tensing. "Come for me, Willow," I whispered and she was, biting down on my shoulder to quiet herself. I had to wrap my other arm around her waist as she shook from her climax and of course, the water chose that moment to run freezing cold which kind of put a brake on the snuggly afterglow part. I reached behind me and turned off the water and then wrapped both arms around her again.

"That was... refreshing," she whimpered.

"Maybe we should go get warm in your bed?"

She giggled. "Is that what we're calling it these days?" She apologized that her room didn't have a door to the bathroom so we had to wrap up in towels and go through the hallway to get to it.

Oh well, since I live alone we won't have that issue at my place. And Oh God, I'm already thinking about the future with her. My thinking about it didn't last long since the moment we were inside her room she was backing me toward the bed and both our towels were pooled on the floor by the door. And she said something very flirtatious and very suggestive and more than a little crude and then I was lying on her bed with her mouth covering every inch of my breasts and stomach and legs and... and ... and...

"I don't think I'll need to go to the gym today," I said with as much energy as I could muster once I could speak again.