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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 sat contentedly beneath a mound of bubbles, all the tensions of the last few days leeching out into the soothing water as she leaned back against her lover's soft breasts, her head resting on Tara's shoulder.

"So, tell me something, Will..." the blonde mused, lightly trailing her fingertips over her redhead's pert breasts.

"Mmmmmmmm... yes, baby?"

"Were you really serious about wanting to learn magic?"

"If it would help keep you safe, sweetie... I'd be willing to learn to chew glass."

"I don't think that'll be necessary," Tara chuckled, "But thanks anyway."

"Well... that's a relief..."

"Yeah, well... I wouldn't want to risk any damage to that glorious tongue of yours," she purred, leaning forward to suck at an earlobe.

"You do realize you're driving me crazy, right?"

"Uh-huh," she mumbled through a mouthful of Willowneck.

"Ummmmm... not that I'm not enjoying what you're doing, baby... but... Hey, watch the teeth!"

"Sorry, got carried away I guess... anyway, you were saying?"

"I couldn't stand it if anything happened to you, Tare... I'd lose my mind... if that Heather bitch shows up, I want to be able to kick her skanky ass but good... teach me, Tara... please... teach me how to protect you."

"You're so cute when you get all large with the butch."


"OK, darlin..." she wrapped her arms tighter around the redhead who was her heart, "Why don't we start with something simple?" A large bubble rose to the surface, spun in place a bit and rose into the air.

"Tara! Eeeeew! This always happens when you eat those veggie burgers!" Willow teased.

Tara laughed heartily, "That was magic, sweetie... not effluvium."

"Yeah, sure... and when Xander burps the alphabet, it's just fairies who've been watching Sesame Street."

"Tell me... how did I fall in love with such a colossal pain in the ass?"

"You were hypnotized by my firm, round, perky... SAT scores."

"Yeah, that must be it," she giggled, "I can see you're not in the mood to be cooperative, so perhaps a more practical demonstration is in order."

Tara reached around her lover's body, placing her fingertips on the redhead's center. Willow cried out, arching up out of the water as a frisson of energy danced across the surface of her sex. It was a strange, though hardly unpleasant, sensation that felt something like the pins and needles of a foot gone to sleep, crossed with equal measures of tickle, itch, heat and that brief moment of ecstacy that comes of a good yawn and stretch.

"Did you feel that, baby?"

"Does the word duh mean anything to you?"

"How about this, then?" Willow felt gentle fingers squeezing her nipples, though Tara's hands had not moved from beneath the water.

"Mmmmm... remote control, huh? I have to learn that... how do I do it?" the redhead asked with rapidfire glee.

"I should have figured this would be the way to get your attention."

"Yeah well... you know... bubbles... admittedly very pretty... plus there's that whole are you a good witch or a bad witch? association... but Tara lovin'... that's just... rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr," she gave a growl that would have made Eartha Kitt proud.

"I just want you to promise me one thing, Will..."

"Anything, baby."

"I want you to remember... this is not what magic is for... this is just a teaching tool."

"Yes, ma'am," she teased.

"Now don't start that... we have important work to do... maybe, if you're a good student, we can play later."


"You know me too well."

"Well, you know... I figured since you just got out of prison and all..." she chuckled sexily, pressing back into her lover.

"Uh-huh..." Tara purred, her voice virtually dripping with seductive promise, "Now listen, OK?"

"Whatever you say, lover."

"If I'm right, then this ought to be pretty easy for you... after all, you are known for your infinite resolve... and I know you have a lot of power inside you."

"So... how does this work, exactly?" She snuggled back between Tara's legs, rubbing her firm bottom against the blonde's thatch of curls.

"Oooooooo... I mean quit that... distraction is not good... in fact, when it comes to magic, it can be downright dangerous."

"I'm sorry... but can you blame me? Here I am... all wet and naked... in a tub with the sexiest woman in the world... whom I might mention, I haven't gotten to make love to in like 36 hours or something."

"Aw, poor baby... oddly enough, that may make this easier... you see, this is all about focus and emotional control... what I want you to do is focus all that desire, all your love, all the good things inside you into a single distilled entity... then concentrate solely on your objective... and once you have it fixed in your mind... release that energy all at once."

"Kind of like a fart?"

"You went out with Xander last night, didn't you?"

"We might've had a couple of beers," she chuckled guiltily.

"Uh-huh... thought so... anyway... let me give you a little head start." A large bubble rose to the surface of the water and sat there spinning. "Now see if you can get it to rise..."

"Wingardiam leviosa."

"Cute, sweetie... but this isn't Harry Potter... now focus," she stroked the redhead's inner thigh teasingly, "The sooner you do this, the sooner we can make love," she breathed seductively into her ear.

"Mmmmmm... have you ever considered a career in motivational speaking?"

Willow screwed up her resolve face. OK, Rosenberg... you can do this... clear your mind... concentrate all your desire... oh yeah... next stop Taraland! Come on, pay attention... see the bubble... be the bubble... damn it... rise you little fucker! Just then, Tara moved her strokes a little higher, running her fingers through coppery curls. OK... desire going into overdrive... rise... RISE... RISE!

Tara giggled behind her, pulling her into an embrace, "You did it, Will... look!" She squeezed her tighter, kissing her hair, "I knew you could do it... you're a natural, baby... I'm so proud of you..."

Willow couldn't believe her own eyes, "Cool..." she said dazedly, the bubble popping as her focus waned, "I guess maybe Bubbeh Sophie was serious about the machshaifeh thing after all."

"Looks like it..."

"Neat... can I try it by myself?" she squealed, like an child learning to ride without training wheels.

"Dazzle me, beautiful."

"OK... concentrate... picture my objective... and..."

"Willow... baby... oh God... uuunnngghhhhh..." Tara gasped, as she felt a remote controlled tongue lapping at her core, "Mmmmm... darlin'... you're a natural, alright... but that was no bubble."

"You'd prefer a bubble... is that what you're telling me?"

"Oh no... a world of no," she moaned lustily.

"Thought you'd say that... so, are you gonna teach me some spells, sexy lady?"

"Well... you see, spells are a bit more complex... I'll want you to do some reading before we get into anything that advanced... I don't suppose you took Latin in school?"

"Hello!! Geek?!?" she magically tweaked the blonde's nipple.

"Duh, Tara... why did I even ask... of course you took Latin."

"Five years, including college... greek too... straight A's I'll have you know," she elaborated, all puffed up and proud.

"I have no doubt... but then I don't imagine you've ever gotten a grade that wasn't an A," she kissed her lover's neck, smiling against the smooth skin.

"Does gym count?"

Tara laughed, "No... gym serves no purpose whatsoever... other than the whole group shower thing, of course."

"You perv!" Willow exclaimed, swatting at the blonde's thigh, "If you don't count gym... well, I got a B once."

"A B huh?"

"OK, so really it was an A- but it should have been a B," she mock-pouted.

"Smart girls are so hot," she ran her fingers over the redhead's nipples, getting a magical replay of the action from her lover, "I think I've created a monster."

Willow grinned wickedly, "Well then, as a hot smart girl, I should like to assert the hypothesis that if we do not emerge from this vessel of tepid hydrogen and oxygen with great alacrity, our collective epidermi shall inevitably come to resemble a dessicated plum in both the tactile and visual senses."

"You are so adorable," Tara kissed her lover's neck, sucking briefly at her pulsepoint, "Come on, prune girl... let's get out of this pisswarm water... and then we can get on with your training." She took Willow's hand and stood slowly, bringing the redhead up with her, then stepping gingerly out of the tub.

"So..." Willow teased suggestively, waggling her eyebrows, "Exactly what sort of training are we talking about here?"

Tara laughed loudly, running her fingers through wet red hair, "I sure had you pegged right, didn't I my little harlot? Maybe if you promise to be a good girl, we can figure out a way to combine the two... how does that sound?"


"You are such a dweeb..."

"Feh... you know you love me."

"With all my heart, baby... not to mention a few other parts."

"Mmmmmm, me too Tara... always," Willow whispered, taking the blue-eyed beauty in her arms, kissing her softly and lovingly.

In no time at all, the kisses became deeper and more passionate... hands roaming... exploring... a panting rising in them both. Soon the lovers found themselves wrestling wet and naked on the bed, scarcely aware of how they'd gotten there but fairly certain that they'd skipped the bit with the towels. Tara laughed boisterously as Willow flipped and straddled her, pinning her hands above her head.

"Whaddya say this time we tie you up?" the redhead teased.

"Ooh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" Tara countered with a quick tickle and roll, claiming the top position for herself.

"Hey! No Fair!" Willow pouted, "Anyway, we're getting the sheets all wet."

"Don't we always?" Tara purred seductively, nipping at her prostrate lover's lips.

"I suppose I can't fault your logic there... but I think after the way you left me yesterday, I ought to get a chance to torment you for a change."

"I see," she nibbled at the pale neck stretched before her, "Looking for a little payback then, are we?"

"Maybe," Willow teased, coyly.

"Uh-uh... not gonna happen... you want to tie me up, you'll need a better convincer than that."

"What if I promised you mind-blowing pleasure?"

"Oh, I'll get that anyway..."

"My, aren't we confident?"

"Uh-huh... you know as well as I do that you can't resist me."

"You don't play fair," Willow pouted.

Tara leaned down and sucked at the redhead's protruding lip, "You want fair, huh? OK then, what do you say we strike a deal? I just thought of a way that we can play and you can practice your magic at the same time."

Willow nipped at the luscious lips above her, catching the lower one between her teeth and tugging lightly in challenge, "Enlighten me..."

"Well..." Tara said seductively, fastening the cool metal bracelet around her lover's wrist, "This is how it's going to work..." she paused to take a brief nibble at an earlobe, "If you can magic your way out of these handcuffs... then you can have me..." kiss... kiss... "Any way you want me... agreed?"

"Oh yes..." Willow moaned.

The wicked blonde smiled knowingly as the lock on the other cuff clicked into place, "Mmmmmm baby... you look so sexy like that," she breathed, trailing her fingernails down the bound woman's torso.

"Not half as sexy as you're gonna look when I have you in this position a couple of minutes from now," Willow taunted, tugging at her restraints.

"Very good, Will... confidence in your magical abilities... that's what I like to see," the evil temptress winked at her playmate.

"Uh-huh..." the redhead sighed loudly, "So anyway... I just have to get out of these cuffs, right?"

"That's the main objective, yes," she grinned smugly.

"Excuse me?!?! Main objective????"

"Is it my fault you forgot to ask about the fine print?" Tara teased, moving back to straddle her lover's hips.

"Fine print?!?"

"Well, beautiful... the way I figure it, without distraction it ought to take you about two or three minutes to get out of those cuffs... not much of a learning experience there... and hardly any time for me to have fun."

"And just what sort of distraction did you have in mind?" she inquired suggestively.

"I was thinking this might be a good time to work on your Latin."

"Oh yeah, baby... tie me up and give me a vocab test... that's so hot," Willow dead-panned.

"Watch that attitude, little one," the wicked Tara warned, giving her redhead's nipples a rather hard pinch.

"OW! Yes Ma'am."

"Shall we begin our lesson, then?" she purred in a certain familiar tone, an evil glint in her eye.

"Yes... please," Willow whimpered in anticipation.

"Alright then, my little harlot... these are the rules... if you want me to make love to you..." she took a few teasing nips at her partner's lips, "You're going to have to tell me exactly what you want... in Latin... get your words right and you get your just rewards..." she leaned down and took a quick lick and a hard suck at a swollen pink nipple, "But I won't do anything unless you tell me to... do you understand?"

"Yes, Tara," Willow replied submissively, subtlely testing her restraints.

"Good girl... and remember, if at any time during the lesson you manage to get free..." her voice dropped a sexy octave, "I'm yours for the taking."

"For the taking... mmmmmm I like the sound of that."

"Well then, my little harlot..." she sat back on her heels, hands folded in her lap, "What would you like me to do?"

"Oscularas me."

"Kiss you where?"

"Mea labiae." Tara leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on her lover's lips.

"Iterum obsecro... etiam atque etiam... cum lingua."

She kissed her again, deeply and passionately, fully using her tongue as Willow had instructed. After several hot and heavy minutes, she pulled back and simply gazed into the now dark green eyes.

"Woo and hoo," Willow gasped, "That didn't help my concentration much... but I'm doing real well with that working up desire thing," she stretched her neck, trying to steal another kiss.

"Uh uh uh," Tara scolded, "Tell me."

"You're just a big meanie," Willow pouted.

The wicked blonde only grinned in response, sitting back on her heels and waiting for further instruction.

"Oscularas mea collem." Tara complied, the feel of her lips all over Willow's neck making it that much more difficult to recall her verbs. "Mmmmmm... arrodas," she nibbled lightly at the tender flesh, "Sugas... oh yes... right there, baby..."

"Latin, Willow," Tara tsked, shaking her head.

"Oscularas mea mammas," the redhead moaned desperately.

The sultry blonde trailed her lips down the pale graceful neck, making her way to small, firm breasts, covering them with kisses.

"Sugas mea papilium..."

Tara looked up at Willow like she'd just sprouted another head, "You want me to suck your butterfly? Really darlin' I figured we were way past euphemisms at this point in our relationship."

"Arrrrghhhhhh... do we have to continue with this silly game? I want you, baby..."

"Well..." Tara teased, "I suppose we could stop if you want to... go watch TV or something."

"You would leave me like this, wouldn't you? You are an evil evil woman, Maclay."

"Can I help it if you're so sexy when you squirm?" she chuckled lasciviously.

Willow exhaled mightily in frustration, "You are in so much trouble when I get out of these cuffs."


Shit... what is that word? Damn it... papula? No... that's pimple... eeeeeeww... suck my zit... ick and a half... that'd sure be a mood killer... not to mention she'd probably never let me live it down... patella, maybe? Naaa... that'd be knee... um... oh... yes!

"Sugas mea papillam."

Tara kissed the smooth expanse of flesh between her redhead's breasts, "Be kiss more kiss specific kiss."

"Sugas mea sinistra papillam," her left nipple disappeared between full lips, which suckled gently. "Mmmmmmmmm Tara... baby... tua lingua..." she flicked at the swollen nub with her tongue. "Arrodas!" she nibbled, "Mordeas... obsecro!" Willow panted, arching up into her lover's mouth as she bit down.

"Oh Tara..." she gasped, "Egeo tu... intra... obsecro..." The blonde slipped two fingers inside her needful lover, "Concubeas me!"

"Willow! Such language... naughty little harlot," Tara teased, thrusting deeply into the redhead's dripping, overheated core, over and over.

"Mmmmmmmm... o' deus... yessssss... concubeas me, baby... plus... valde!" She added another finger, pumping harder, Willow rising into her every thrust, "Oh God, Tara... kiss... I mean oscularas me..." the redhead moaned into her lover's mouth, as she continued her skillful ravishment of her sex. "Oh yes... baby... prope venio... valde baby... mmmmmmmmm... I'm... God,yes... venio... veeeeeenniiiiooooooooooo!" She came hard, gasping for much needed oxygen as Tara continued to stroke gently inside her.

As Willow's moans faded and her breathing became more regular, Tara heard the faint clink of metal as the cuffs dropped off of the redhead's wrists. Before she could even register what was happening, she found herself flat on her back, her hands pinned above her head.

"Oh, Will... you did it..." she beamed.

The redhead grinned evilly, running her tongue over her lover's full lips, "No, baby... not yet... but I'm about to..."


"Uh-huh... you are so going to pay for doing that to me..."

"But, Willow..."

"But what?"

"Um... well... you certainly brushed up on your Latin, that's of the good, right?" Tara hedged, "And you obviously enjoyed it," she pressed her thigh into dripping copper curls.

"Nice try..." Willow teased, sounding an awful lot like someone else, as she levitated the cuffs off the floor and fastened them around Tara's wrists, "Now it's time for your lesson."


She squeezed the shocked blonde's nipples firmly, "Dicas mea nominam, venefica!"


Oscularas me...kiss me
Mea lips
Iterum obsecro...again please
Etiam atque etiam...again and again
Cum lingua...with tongue
Oscularas mea collem...kiss my neck
Oscularas mea mammas...kiss my breasts
Sugas mea papilium...suck my butterly
Sugas mea papillam...suck my nipple
Sugas mea sinistra papillam...suck my left nipple
Tua lingua...your tongue
Mordeas... obsecro...bite...please
Egeo tu... intra... obsecro...I need you... inside... please
O' deus...oh God
Concubeas me...fuck me
Prope venio...I'm about to come
Venio...I'm coming
Dicas mea nominam, venefica!...Say my name, witch!

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