FIC: Right In Front of You Ch 29(NC-17)

["CDS" <callistosdarkside@xxxxxxxxxx>]

Hey all. Here's chapter 29 finally.

Warning: This chapter is NC-17 because it contains explicit sexuality, since
it contains a flashback of Willow and Tara's first time together.

Note: Most of this chapter is in italics, because of the flashback. So you
might wanna read it in html here:

http://www.geocities.com/callistosdarkside/rifoy26to30.htm

Took a while writing it, cuz I didn't want to break it up into smaller
parts. Also, cuz writing love scenes is hard work. :)

Hope I did a good job.

-CDS


• Title: Right In Front of You
• Author: Callisto's Dark Side
• Email: callistosdarkside@xxxxxxxxxx
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• Spoilers: All of Season 5, but events take place before some events in
Tough Love.
• Rating: R to NC-17
• Pairing: W/T & B/W
• Disclaimer: All characters from Angel & Buffy the Vampire Slayer are
copyright Joss Whedon & 20th Century Fox.
• Summary: Willow/Tara fic in which the two love birds must manage to deal
with the consequences of a spell that threatens to tear them apart forever.


Chapter 29


Warning: This chapter is NC-17 because it contains explicit sexuality, since
it contains a flashback of Willow and Tara's first time together.


Willow plopped down on the couch with Anya, exhausted from the three-hour
long movie.

"I can't believe Buffy went on patrol after that snore fest," Anya mused,
lifting her feet onto the coffee table.

"It wasn't that boring," Willow said defensively, knowing she had chosen the
movie.

"Please, the last time I remember being that bored, was with Xander's last
porno tape."

"What?"

"Yeah, I mean, it's the same tired stuff, over and over again. Girls
showering together, or girls in nurses' outfits, or at college, or
whatever."

"I see."

"It's not that I don't like that stuff, it's just watching it night after
night, after night…"

"Really?"

"Yup. I think he's addicted. Probably should get some help, but at least
it's better than your problem."

"My problem?" Willow asked, pointing at herself.

"Yeah, you know? The no sex thing with Buffy?"

"We're just taking it slow."

"No, slow is watching a snail move. What Buffy's doing, is avoiding the
sex."

"What are you talking about?"

"You really can't see it?"

"See what?"

"She's terrified, girl." Anya watched as a look of horror etched across
Willow's face, "Not of you," Anya corrected, trying to calm the flustered
Wicca. "Well, partly of you. I mean, she's never had sex with a girl
before, and you have, like a zillion times."

"Not a zillion, and besides, that's not even a number."

"Well, enough times to know how to make it feel great, right?"

Willow nodded silently.

"Think of how you felt, the first time you did it."

Willow's mind flashed back to her first time with Tara.

"So what did you think of the movie?" Tara asked, as she and Willow walked
down the hall, to Tara's dorm room.

"It was great," Willow lied, not wanting to upset the girl who had suggested
it.

"Really?"

"Yeah," Willow lied again, averting her eyes.

"Because I thought it was horrible," Tara replied. "I mean the plot was all
wrong, and the characters were basically Hollywood clichés. I can't believe
you actually liked it."

"Oh, no, I don't like it," Willow protested.

"But you just said you did," Tara teased.

"I lied."

"You lied?"

"Yeah, but not in a bad way. I lied to spare your feelings, because I
thought you liked the movie, and if I said I didn't like the movie, you
might be hurt, because you chose the movie, and…" Willow babbled.

Tara giggled, stopping the babbling Wicca.

"What's so funny?" Willow asked.

"You," Tara smiled.

"Was it the babbling? Because if it was the babbling, I can stop?"

"Yes it was, and no, I don't think you should stop."

"But you just said you were giggling at my babbling."

"It was cute, not annoying," Tara smiled.

"So you like cute?" Willow asked, unconsciously batting her eyes.

"Uh huh," Tara replied, stepping up to her door. "Um, so I guess this is my
stop…" Tara said, leaving the statement up in the air.

"Yeah, I guess so," Willow shrugged, blushing immensely.

"So, I guess I should go in?"

"That would be the usual course of action."

"It would," Tara nodded, taking her key out of her pocket and unlocking the
door. All the while, the blonde Wicca could only think of one thing,
'Invite her in, Invite her in!'

All the while, Willow was thinking one thing, 'Suggest a spell, suggest a
spell!'

Tara turned the knob and opened the door, before turning back around to face
Willow.

"Um, so I guess this is it," Tara said, rolling back onto her heels.

"I guess so…" Willow trailed off, but didn't move.

"Um…" Both girls began at the same time.

"Oh, you go…" Both girls started, laughing nervously.

"You go first," Tara finally stated.

"Um, I was thinking, if it isn't too late, maybe we could do a spell?"
Willow asked, all her hope weighing in on that last word.

"Sure, of course!" Tara exclaimed, unable to contain her excitement.

"Great," Willow exhaled, relief washing over her body. "So I guess I should
come in?"

"Unless you want to do the spell in the hall?"

"Um," Willow looked up and down the deserted hall, "I don't think the
sleeping students would appreciate the noise," Willow blushed.

"Of course, I mean, sometimes it can get noisy. I mean, with the chanting,
and all."

"Exactly, and we don't want to be a nuisance."

"Then it's agreed, we'll do the spell in my room," Tara replied, as she
stood up against the side of the door and motioned Willow inside.

Willow exhaled, before she turned her body, so she was face-to-face with
Tara as she entered the room, brushing her body lightly against the blonde
witch.

Tara gasped, at the intimate, but brief touch.

Willow stepped inside and watched as Tara turned and locked the door.

The sound of the lock clicking, made the redhead's knees wobbly.

"Would you like something to drink?" Tara offered.

"Sure, what do you have?"

"Anything you want," Tara blushed.

"Really? Anything?"

"Yup, we could do a spell."

"Great, it'd be like a warm up for our big spell."

"Exactly," Tara beamed. "Um, what exactly is our big spell?"

"Oh, well, I was thinking, we could maybe… summon the Goddess Lemina?"

"Lemina?"

"Yeah, it might be cool," Willow replied, averting her eyes.

"What's she the Goddess of?"

"Oh, love and stuff," Willow whipped out, "So what kind of drink do you want
to conjure up?"

"Drink?"

"Yeah, how about some wine?"

"Aren't we too young for that?"

"Not if no one finds out," Willow smiled.

"Wine it is then," Tara agreed, sitting down at the edge of her bed.

"So, where do you want to do the spell?" Willow asked nervously, sitting
down next to Tara at the edge of the bed.

"Well," Tara swallowed, slowly reaching out to lace her fingers through
Willow's, "here would be fine."

"Great," Willow breathed, becoming light-headed as she interlocked her
fingers with Tara's on the bed.

"I should get the ingredients."

"Right, ingredients," Willow nodded, reluctantly releasing her hold of the
blonde's hand.

Willow watched as Tara lit some candles, before turning off the lights.
Tara then got a bottle of some kind of clear liquid, a purple orb, and a
clear wine glass.

Willow kicked off her high heels(recently bought) and inched herself to the
centre of the bed, crossing her legs, as Tara made her way back.

"Hmmm… for someone originally opposed to underage drinking, it's ironic you
have a wine glass," Willow mused.

"It's for spells and stuff," Tara replied.

"Of course," Willow bopped herself on the head.

Tara smiled as she set the three items on the bed in front of Willow.

Willow immediately reached and out and grasped the purple orb, her hand
covering Tara's, "What kind of orb is this?"

"It's a Nycean orb, used for basic conjuring spells," Tara explained,
allowing the orb to slowly slip into Willow's hand.

"It's beautiful," Willow stated, cupping the orb in both hands.

Tara watched as Willow eagerly turned the orb over in her hand, observing
how the orb seemed to glow at certain times.

Willow looked up to see Tara staring at her and immediately blushed.

Tara shook her head, "Um, so we start by placing the orb in your lap."

"Oh," Willow said, surprised by the placement of the orb, but quickly placed
it in her lap, "there, all done."

"Good, now you have to hold the wine glass with both hands," Tara stated,
handing the wine glass to Willow.

"Great, now what?"

"Well, for this part," Tara paused, taking a few breaths before continuing,
"I have to rub this oil up and down your arms as we chant."

"Oh, okay," Willow squeaked, before looking at her open see-through blouse,
covering her thin tank-top. The redhead nervously removed the blouse, which
left her in the tiny tank-top, leaving her arms and shoulders completely
exposed.

"Do you want to start?"

"Whenever you're ready, Willow closed her eyes tightly, before opening them
again to see Tara kicking off her shoes and crawling behind her.

"I think I should sit behind you for the spell. Is that okay?" Tara asked.

"Of course, whatever you prefer."

Tara smiled, positioning herself, so that her thighs pressed up against
Willow's and her chest pressed into Willow's back.

Both women could hear each other's laboured breaths, as Tara uncorked the
bottle of mystical oil. Tara poured a fair amount of the clear oil onto her
hands, before carefully placing it on the bed again, and then rubbed her
hands together.

Slowly, Tara applied both of her hands to each of Willow's, and began
sensuously stroking up and down all the way up to Willow's shoulder blades.

Willow held her breath for long periods of time, as she luxuriated in the
soft intimate touch of her fellow Wicca.

Tara massaged the oil deep into Willow's skin, making sure that both arms
were glistening in the candlelight.

"Um, Tara?"

"Yes?"

"When are we going to start the chanting?"

"Chanting?" Tara asked, as she brought her hands up to Willow's bare
shoulders once again.

"Yeah, you said there was chanting."

Tara stopped her gentle ministrations, "Oh, yes, I forgot. Just repeat
after me," Tara replied, completely flustered.

The blonde Wicca began the chanting, which Willow followed expertly.

Tara stopped in the middle of their chanting, to pour more oil into her
hands, and began chanting once again.

Tara began rubbing Willow's shoulders more eagerly, allowing her hands to
wander across the back of the redhead's neck and down the front of Willow's
neckline.

"Mmmm…" Willow moaned softly, stopping Tara's gentle ministrations.

"Did I hurt you?" Tara asked, extremely concerned.

"No, I'm fine."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No," Willow blurted out, "please, continue."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," Willow brought her hand to clasp Tara's, and brought the
blonde's right hand to her bare collarbone, "please, continue."

Tara hesitated for only a brief moment before continuing to massage the oil
into Willow's creamy skin. Slowly, the blonde Wicca ventured further down
the front of Willow's bare neckline to the top of Willow's breasts.

Willow's tiny moans became more audible as Tara became braver and moved
lower. The redhead arched back, but before Tara's hands went where both of
them wanted to go, Tara pulled her hands away and placed them once again
over Willow's hands.

"What's wrong?" Willow questioned.

"N…n…n…othing, it's just now, I have to apply the oil to your legs. But if
you want to stop, we can."

"Why do you keep asking me if I want to stop?"

"Because, I wasn't sure if you felt comfortable with this," Tara replied,
lowering her head.

Willow turned her body and cupped Tara's chin in her palm, forcing Tara to
look up.

"I always feel comfortable with you," Willow assured, "Okay?"

"Okay," Tara grinned.

Willow reluctantly let go of Tara's chin, and leaned back onto the bed,
softly smoothing out her skirt as she fully reclined.

Tara momentarily averted her eyes, not wanting to look like a pervert,
trying to catch a glimpse of Willow's panties.

"I'm ready," Willow breathed, closing her eyes, as she waited to feel Tara's
soft hands massaging her legs.

It wasn't long before Willow felt the now familiar hands of her Wicca
friend.

First, Tara slowly massaged Willow's left foot, eliciting a whimper.

Tara then moved up the redhead's leg, to the calf, and finally Willow's
silky smooth thigh. As her hands reached the hem of Willow's skirt, Tara
pulled away to work on Willow's right foot.

Ever so slowly, Tara worked her way up Willow's right leg, all the way up to
Willow's skirt, but instead of pulling away, Tara worked on both thighs,
methodically massaging both.

Willow arched her back, trying her hardest to muffle her moans.

Tara was now almost certain that the moans coming from Willow were not of
protest, but of pleasure. So summoning all of her courage, Tara began
massaging past the hem of Willow's skirt and deep into Willow's inner
thighs.

Willow gasped in ecstasy, as Tara reached ever higher.

Tara watched with rapt fascination as Willow's eyelids fluttered, and
Willow's lips parted, to release another moan.

Tara moved higher, and higher, until the back of her hands brushed Willow's
lacy panties, which were now moist with the unmistakable scent arousal.

Tara kneaded the creamy flesh of Willow's inner thighs in her hands and
watched as the redhead squirmed beneath her touch.

Unable to bear it any longer, Tara ran her hands along the outside of
Willow's skirt, and up along the sides of Willow's body.

As Tara hovered over Willow's body, their eyes met, the unmistakable glint
of lust readily apparent in both their eyes.

Tara pressed her body passionately against Willow's before pressing her lips
against the redhead's. Both women tasted what they had both longed for once
again, ever since their first kiss, weeks ago.

Reluctantly pulling her mouth away, only because she required oxygen, Tara
gasped for breath.

"I was wondering when we were going to do that again," Willow panted.

"I was afraid you didn't like it the first time," Tara admitted.

"Liked, no, loved, most definitely," Willow smiled.

Tara responded by tasting Willow's lips once again. Almost naturally,
Willow opened her mouth to allow Tara's tongue to explore more intimately.

Nervousness racked the redhead's body, but it was soon replaced by her
newfound passion.

Willow allowed her hands to roam freely over Tara's voluptuous body, her
hands caressing the blonde's back, before moving to her shoulders, and
finally, down to the swell of Tara's breasts, which were now barely covered
by the blonde's blouse.

And oh, those breasts are amazing, Willow thought, as she heard Tara whimper
into her touch.

"Oh, Willow," Tara moaned, as the redhead began massaging her breasts more
firmly.

Willow drew her finger down between Tara's cleavage, to the top most button
of Tara's blouse, and asked with a pout, if she could undo it.

Tara's smile was all the answer the redhead needed before she nervously
tried to undo the button. Unfortunately, the redhead had never undone
someone's blouse while on her back, in fact she'd never undone another
woman's blouse in her life.

Blushing red, Willow allowed Tara's hands to cover her shaking ones, and
guide her through the process of unbuttoning.

One by one, the buttons came undone, and Willow saw more and more of Tara's
amazing body. It was then that Willow noticed Tara had not worn a bra for
the evening, which aroused the redhead even more.

After the final button was undone, Tara guided both of Willow's hands to her
breasts again, allowing the inexperienced redhead to explore her body much
more intimately.

Willow smoothed her hands over every inch of Tara's heaving bosom, circling
her fingers around each breast, before teasing each nipple.

Willow watched, fascinated, as each nipple hardened under her touch.

Unable to take much more teasing, Tara pressed her need into the redhead's
thigh, as she let her hands drop to lift Willow's tight tank-top up and over
her head.

Willow reluctantly allowed her hands to be raised over her head and away
from Tara's bosom, for Tara to remove the top.

Instinctively, Willow brought her arms over her chest shyly.

"I don't think… you'll like what you'll see," Willow explained.

"Why wouldn't I like?" Tara asked, concern dripping from her voice.

"They're not as…" Willow trailed off as her eyes moved to Tara's voluptuous
body, "they're small," Willow finished, blushing madly.

"No," Tara gently placed her hands on Willow's arms, "they're petite," Tara
smiled.

"That's just another way of saying small," Willow frowned.

"I like petite."

"Really?"

"Really. Especially on you."

Willow's frown turned into a smile as she felt a wave of confidence wash
over her, looking up into Tara's reassuring eyes. The redhead slowly moved
her arms away from her chest, allowing Tara full view of her petite breasts.

"They're beautiful," Tara breathed, as she brought her hands down to show
Willow just how beautiful she thought they were.

Although petite, they were nice and firm, and the redhead's nipples were
hard in no time, as Tara rolled them in her fingers, bringing gasp after
gasp to Willow's lips.

Tara moved her hands to the bed, causing a small pout from Willow, but the
pout was quickly erased when Tara pressed her lips to Willow's once again.

The kiss lasted longer than they both thought possible, both holding out
till they were desperate for breath, but not wanting to let go.

Finally, Tara pulled away, leaving both of them gasping for breath.

"Wow," Willow exhaled.

"Wow," Tara agreed.

"I think I'm beginning to understand the whole lesbian thing," Willow
enthused.

"You like?"

"I love."

Hearing Willow say love, melted Tara's heart, now if only she could hear her
say that third magic word.

"What else do you love?" Tara questioned boldly.

"I love those," Willow pointed to Tara's breasts.

Tara blushed, "And?"

"You," Willow breathed, finally uttering the words she had wanted to for so
long. Even though, time-wise, they had only been seeing each other in a
friend-friend way for not that long, she had somehow knew that deep down
inside, this was something more, and all that contemplation and internal
struggle had seemed like years.

"Really?" Tara asked.

"Really," Willow assured, as she pulled Tara down to her, kissing the blonde
once again.

After another long kissing session, Willow was the one to break the kiss
this time, her body demanding oxygen.

"Wow, you're really good at this," Willow gushed.

"Thanks, I guess that's good since this is my first time."

"First?"

"Well, technically my second," Tara corrected, almost bopping herself on the
head.

"When was the first?"

"The first time we kissed."

"Oh, kissing," Willow exhaled. "Wait, you mean I'm the only girl you've
kissed?"

"Uh, huh."

"So that means, you've never, either?"

"Nope."

A wave of relief washed over the redheaded Wicca, realizing that she wasn't
alone in this experience.

"But, you've been out for so long," Willow pointed out.

"Yes, I have. But that doesn't make me any more experienced than you. Have
you ever?"

"Not with a girl."

"So, a guy?"

"Uh huh."

"Oh," Tara's eyes dropped.

"But that's over now," Willow assured.

A look of relief washed over Tara's face, "Over?"

"Over," Willow confirmed, taking a hold of Tara's hands on the bed and
giving them a squeeze.

Tara leaned down and kissed Willow passionately, the confirmation of
Willow's love, giving her the courage to go on.

Willow moaned into the kiss as she squeezed Tara's hands tighter, her body
arching upwards to create more contact with the blondes'.

Tara's hand found its way to the hem of Willow's skirt and made its ascent
up Willow's thigh, lightly touching the redhead's highly sensitive skin.

Upon reaching Willow's panties with her right hand, Tara brought her left
hand up along Willow's other thigh, underneath the redhead's skirt, to the
now soaked panties.

Breathing hard, Tara asked with her eyes if it was okay to take it to the
next step, and Willow's consent was obvious. So the blonde slowly slipped
Willow's wet panties down to her knees, and finally to her ankles.

Willow lifted her left foot slightly to allow her panties to slip off of her
left ankle, but Tara's hand was firmly on Willow's right leg, keeping Willow
from kicking her panties off completely, leaving them hanging around the
redhead's right ankle.

Looking up the hacker's slightly parted slender legs, Tara took in the most
beautiful sight she'd ever seen.

Willow's swollen nether lips were glistening with arousal, coated in her
sweet honey.

Tara swallowed hard, unable to believe the sight before her. Softly, Tara
ran her hands up Willow's legs and thighs, and pushed up the redhead's
skirt.

The closer Tara moved towards Willow's centre, the harder Willow breathed.

Treating Willow's nether lips as her own new found treasure, Tara brought
her right hand to touch Willow's highly aroused centre.

Tara's touch was curious, hesitant, and soft at the same time. Tara knew
her own body all too well, but wasn't sure if the same touches would elicit
the same response from Willow.

As Tara traced the outside of Willow's moist lips, it became apparent from
Willow's moans, that her touches would have an even greater effect than they
had on her own body.

"Goddess," Tara exhaled, as she became bolder and slowly massaged Willow's
wet hot centre.

"Tara…" Willow's hips bucked as Tara's fingers slid up and down the
redhead's needy lips.

Tara pressed down harder, massaging up and down more insistently. Willow
continued to buck and moan, bringing her hand down to join Tara's, needing
the sweet release of orgasm.

Expertly, Willow parted her lips with her fingers, revealing her pink
intimate regions to the blonde Wicca.

Quickly, Willow lifted her hood up to reveal her sensitive clit.

Tara gasped at the beauty of the most delicate part of Willow's body.

"Please," Willow pleaded, as she offered herself completely to the blonde
beauty.

Tara brought her fingers to the hard nub and began to do what Willow asked
of her, rubbing Willow's clit with expertise, eliciting the most delightful
sounds from Willow's mouth and throat.

Willow couldn't believe how good it felt to have another woman touching her
like this. She'd done this to herself many times before, but it never felt
this good, Willow thought, as she closed in on the bliss of climax.

Willow brought her left hand up to massage her own breast, but kept her
right hand down between her legs, to work in tandem with Tara's.

As if Tara read Willow's mind, Tara slipped a finger into Willow's moist
slit, sliding in and out, while she continued to rub Willow's clit with her
thumb.

Willow focused on her nether lips with her right hand, while Tara focused on
sliding in and out and rubbing Willow's clit.

Tara used her left hand to gently push Willow's thigh aside, granting her
further access to the redheaded Wicca, before sliding her left hand up
Willow's abdomen, and taking a hold of one of Willow's breasts.

Tara made sure to massage both Willow's breasts and her sensitive lower
flesh at the same time.

Willow knew she'd climax soon, as her nipples were rock hard from her own
ministrations, as well as, Tara's, not to mention, their combined massaging
of the redhead's glistening centre.

Tara could feel Willow's inner walls contract, as Willow arched her back and
moaned into the best orgasm of her life.

Stopping only briefly, Tara looked up to see the look of pure ecstasy on
Willow's face. It was a look she knew she'd never forget, and aroused her
to no end.

As Willow came down from the bliss of her orgasm, Willow covered Tara's hand
on her breast with her own, as well as, Tara's hand between her thighs.

Slowly, Tara slid her finger out of Willow's wet slit, her finger now coated
in Willow's sweet nectar. Willow smiled at the look of wonder on Tara's
face.

Willow's own fingers were coated in her honey as well.

To the redhead's surprise, Tara licked the honey from her own finger, before
taking Willow's hand and licking the honey from each and every finger.

Willow couldn't believe how aroused she became when Tara sucked each finger
into her mouth, and used her tongue to clean off every last drop of Willow's
sweet honey.

"That good, huh?" Tara asked, looking up.

"Huh?" Willow asked, completely confused.

"I said, that good, huh?" Anya asked again, waving her hand in front of
Willow's glazed eyes.

"What? What are you talking about?" Willow panicked, remembering she was
sitting on the couch with Anya.

"Your first time with Tara," Anya explained. "I'm guessing it was the best
you've ever had, since you haven't responded to anything in the last
half-an-hour."

"What?"

"Kidding, it was more like 5 minutes, but that's still a long time to be
day-dreaming."

"Oh," Willow blushed, not believe she'd zoned out for a whole 5 minutes.

"It's okay, I've day-dreamed for a lot longer thinking about sex with Xander
and money. Sometimes, I dream that he's got this suit made of gold, and
this car made of gold, and his thing's made of…" Anya trailed off as she saw
the funny look Willow was giving her. "What?" Anya breathed.

"Nothing," Willow answered, before averting her eyes. "I have to go
upstairs," Willow said hurriedly, as she got up off the couch.

"Oh, I see," Anya grinned.

"See what?"

"You're gonna practice on Buffybot," Anya smiled.

"What?" Willow shouted.

"You mean you weren't?"

"No, of course not," Willow denied vehemently.

"Oh, well, that's your loss. Cuz if there was a Xanderbot, the things I
would do…" Anya trailed off.

Willow shook her head before storming upstairs.


To be continued.