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A Woman in Uniform

Author: Umgaynow
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters... if I did they would certainly have a lot more fun than under the rule of the evil ME empire... I am only using them briefly for my own nefarious and vicarious purposes... I promise to put them back where I found them when I'm done, perhaps slightly rumpled, but not soiled.
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Willow got home from work and found her lover sitting on the front porch. "Hi baby," she smiled, sitting down beside her, "I must say, I'm liking this phone thing...I can call out for Tara just like calling out for pizza."

The blonde gave her a sexy half-grin, deciding against the coming in less than thirty minutes comment. "Hi beautiful," she kissed her soundly, "How was work?"

"Oy," the redhead rolled her eyes, "Boring doesn't even begin to describe it... I spent the whole shift watching videos of an empty hallway."

Tara took Willow's hand, pulling her to her feet. "Well, let's see what we can do about making your night a little more interesting."

"Sounds good to me," the redhead slipped her arms around her lover's waist, kissing her softly. "After you, darlin'" she said, opening the door.

The two women stepped into the dark house, Willow flicking on the light. "Woohoo... looks like we've got the place to ourselves," she teased, "Whatever shall we do?"

Tara grabbed her from behind, chuckling sexily and kissing her neck, "I seem to recall something being said about a long hot bath."

"Far be it from me to break a promise to a lady," she turned in the blonde's arms, kissing her deeply, "But first, I need you to answer a question for me."

"Isn't it something that can wait 'til later? I really think we need to get you into that tub... you seem like a pretty dirty girl to me."

"Oh yes, I think this is going to be a very interesting evening indeed," Willow moaned as Tara sucked at her earlobe. "I see riding the vibe-cycle agrees with you."

The blonde smiled mischievously, "So... um... you had a question?" she asked coyly, leading the redhead toward the stairs.

"Oh yes," Willow said distractedly, hypnotized by the sight of Tara's beautiful backside, as she climbed the stairs in front of her, "A very important one too..."


"Well... I was wondering... would you like to have bubbles in your bath?"

"Hmmm... that all depends... have you perchance changed your name to Bubbles?"

As soon as Willow closed the bedroom door, Tara had her pressed against it, hands exploring her lithe body, kissing her thoroughly.

"Whoa..." the redhead gasped, breaking away for air, "If this is what the scooter does to you... then by all means, keep it."

"It's not the scooter," Tara purred, lust burning in her eyes as she unbuttoned her lover's shirt

"Oooo... frisky Tara," the redhead shivered with delight, "I thought you wanted a bath."

"I want you..."

"That can be easily arranged... but bath first, OK? It's been a long hot day and I'm feeling kinda funky," Willow kissed her softly. "Why don't you get out of those evil clothes, while I get things ready."

The blonde kissed her, deeply and passionately, "Hurry."


While Willow futzed around in the bathroom, Tara undressed. Laying her clothes neatly on a chair by the bed, she caught sight of herself in the mirror, frowning at the multi-colored bruises that marred her pale skin. She flashed on an unpleasant memory for just a moment.

"Oh Taaaraaaa..." Willow called from the other room.

Walking into the bathroom, the blonde was greeted with the soothing scent of vanilla and the not so soothing sight of her lover's firm body, illuminated by the candles that sat flickering on every surface. She sighed contentedly. Wow... she looks like a goddess.

The redhead took her by the hand, "After you my lady."

Tara stepped into the tub, Willow slipping in behind her, small breasts pressing into the blonde's back as she leaned against her.

"Mmmm... this is nice," Tara moaned.

"I can't disagree with you there," Willow sighed, slipping her arms around her lover's waist. "So... I was thinking..."

"Yes, my love?"

"So... we're kind of vertical and all... well not really... but then again we're not really horizontal either... come to think of it..."


"Anyway... since we're just sitting here soaking... well. I thought we might... you mentioned something about a getting-to-know-you chat... cuz you know, I do want to get to know you better... I don't want you thinking that I just..."

"Willow... my love... I know this isn't just about sex... but I think that's a good idea... we haven't exactly spent a lot of time talking..."

"We have so..."

"Flirting and moaning in the throes of passion don't really qualify as conversation... so... ask me anything... I'm an open book." She wiggled a little as the redhead trailed her fingertips over her slick breasts, her own hard nipples rubbing against Tara's back.

"OK... we'll start with an easy one," Willow said, kissing her neck, "What's your favorite color?:

"Well... it used to be blue..." she turned her head, gazing into her lover's eyes, "But now I'd have to say green... emerald green."

Willow smiled, "Mine would have to be blue... deep... endless... sapphire blue." She traced a fingernail around Tara's nipple, "Your turn."

"Mmmmm... OK... do you have any brothers and sisters?"

"Nope... just me... only child... unless you count Xander... we've been best buds since kindergarten... he's the closest thing to family I've ever had, really... until now," she smiled wistfully, kissing Tara's temple, "How about you?"

"It's just me and Dad... Mom passed when I was little... I had a brother... but he died when I was sixteen."

"Oh baby, I'm sorry." she held her a little tighter.

"It's not your fault, sweetie... you don't have to apologize... but thanks," she hugged the arms that held her, "It was his own fault really... he went for a ride with Jack Daniels... wrapped his truck around a phone pole."

"You must miss him, huh? Duh Rosenberg! Sorry, stupid question."

"It's OK, darlin'... actually it's complicated... Donnie was never what you'd call nice to me... in fact he was downright mean... he made my childhood a living hell...but family's a funny thing... I actually do catch myself missing him now and again... there were some good times... mostly from when Mama was alive and he was too young to do much damage."

"I don't know how anyone could be mean to you."

"Next question please..."

"How old were you when you realized you liked girls?"

"Who told you I liked girls?" Tara teased, reaching back to run her hand up the inside of Willow's thigh, "Really, I can't think of a time when I didn't know..."

"Wow... I'm such a 'tard... I didn't figure it out until I was in college... for years I thought I was gonna marry Xander... of course he's gay too... so I guess it's a good thing I finally woke up and smelled the..."

"Thank you for not finishing than sentence... but yes... at the risk of sounding like Martha Stewart... it's a very good thing," Tara purred, rubbing her backside against the redhead's core.

"Mmmmmmm... you'll get no disagreement from me," Willow mumbled, nibbling at the blonde's neck, "So... how many women have hit their heads on your skylight?"

"Only you, baby... only you," Tara giggled.

"That's what I get for trying to be subtle... what I meant is how many women have you been with, you doofus."

"Do you count?"

"Well, I would hope so..."

"Oh yes... you definitely count... being as you're my soulmate and all," she smiled, leaning back so that her head was on the redhead's shoulder and her lips could reach that sexy neck.

"Mmmmm... I like that... soooo?"

"So?" Tara sucked at her lover's pulse point.

"Hey! You're trying to distract me, aren't you?" Tara laughed guiltily. "How many?"

"Including you... let's see... that would be two."

"Only two?" Willow was shocked.


"How could a hot mama yama like you only have been with one woman before me?"

"Well, I've been out of circulation for a while..."

"How long has it been?"

"Five years..." she sighed.

"Five years... wow... no wonder you're so sex crazed... HEY!" Tara pinched her ass. "Why so long, sweetie? That woman must have done something terrible to make you so girl shy. She broke your heart, didn't she?"

"Yeah, kinda... she died."

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to... you see my foot just signed a three year lease with my mouth and... I'm sorry if I... um... were you together long?"

"Since sophomore year of high school... losing her was... well... it was..."

"It's OK, baby... we don't have to talk about her if it's too hard..."

"I don't mind... really... Annie was... well... she was my savior really... my homelife wasn't great, as you know... my self-esteem was in the toilet... and Annie... well, she made me feel like I had value... for the first time since Mama died... she made me feel beautiful and smart and so many things... she taught me how to love... and how to let myself be loved... she made me ready to love you..."

"You are smart and beautiful and so many other wonderful things, baby." "Yeah well... back then, you would've had a hard time convincing me of that..."

"I think I like Annie..."

"Oh, she would have loved you... you've got that same bizarre sense of humor... not that I... well... please don't think I'm with you because you remind me of her."

"Oh sweetie... I would never think that..."

"OK then... good... so how many women have you been with, hot stuff?"

"Including you?"

"Uh-huh," Tara turned the tap with her toes, adding more hot water.

"Do one night stands count?"

"Willow! You little slut!"

"Just kidding... there was only the one... and that was really more of an afternoon thing... so if we're counting her... and you... let's see... that makes... um... five."

"Anything serious or longterm?"

"Longterm... kind of... serious... not really... until now... I don't think I really knew what love was until I met you."

"Aaawww... I love you too baby," she shut off the water.

"Oh Tara, that's so hot... I've always wanted a girl with prehensile toes," she teased.

"Willow?" she asked, tracing patterns on Willow's thigh with her fingertips.


"Um... I was wondering... since you didn't come out until college... have you ever... um... been with a guy?"

"Eeeeeww... a world of no... 100% virgin wool here... have you?"

"Well... um," Willow felt her lover tense in her arms.

"You can tell me anything, sweetie... unless you don't want to... that's OK too."

"I know that, Will... it's just..." her voice faded away, heavy with sadness.

The lightbulb over Willow's head finally clicked on, "Oh god, baby... did... did someone hurt you? Were you..."

Tara nodded, hanging her head. "I was sixteen... he caught me kissing Annie... he said..." she sobbed, "He was gonna make a real woman outta me..."

Willow held her close, but gently. God, this woman has had so much pain in her life... I don't know how she's handles it... I don't know if I could. Since Willow was having a hard time dealing with the situation, Officer Rosenberg stepped up, "Please tell me you pressed charges..."

"I couldn't..." Tara sniffled.

"Baby, you can always..."

"No Willow... he died... that same night... wrapped his truck around a phone pole."

Willow cradled her tenderly in her arms, "Oh Tara... not your bro..." the redhead couldn't even say it.

The blonde nodded silently, tears streaming down her cheeks, her body trembling in Willow's arms.

"Oh Tara, baby..." she held her closer, kissing her hair, "I'm never going to let anyone hurt you again... never..."

"I love you, Willow," the blonde whispered through her tears.

"I love you too, baby... so much... now let's get you out of here... you're getting all pruny."

Willow helped her lover out of the tub, wrapping her in a big soft towel. They dried each other off carefully and lovingly then moved silently to Willow's bed. The redhead pulled the covers back, crawling in after her lover, she cradled the fragile blonde in her arms, stroking her back. Tara rested her head in the crook of her lover's shoulder, snuggling into the safety of her strong arms.

"I guess that chat wasn't such a good idea after all... I think I kinda killed the mood," she said quietly, "I'm sorry, Willow."

"Shhhh, baby... it's OK... don't even think about that... I'm just sorry I upset you."

"S-so you don't... th-think I have too much b-baggage to deal with?"

"Oh sweetie... of course not... we all have our own matched set of American Tourister work with... if anything, it only makes me love you more... that you could live through all that... so much pain... and still be the wonderful, kind, loving person that you are... you're amazing... I really admire you... you're so strong."

"I put up a good front... I'm nothing special really."

"No... you are... don't you ever let anyone make you feel like you're not... you're incredible."

"You're biased."

"I freely admit that."

"I'm kind of tired, baby... can you just hold me until I fall asleep?"

"Of course, my love... I'll hold you all night if you want... forever if you'll let me."

"I like the sound of that," she yawned, "I love you, Willow."

"Mmmmm... I love you too, sweetie... goodnight."

Tara snuggled a little deeper into the redhead's embrace, giving her a quick kiss, "G'night baby."

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