Fic: Pretty Please (part 1/?) W/T/B NC17

["TheBear!" <thebear@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

I just watched Triangle again, and, In light of Red's lovely S&M&M, I
just had to write this.



Title: Pretty Please? (with Whipped Willow on Top)



Author: TheBear!



Spoilers: up through season 5: Triangle



Pairing: W/T /B (eventually)



Summary: Riley finally got a clue and left Sunnydale (Thank GOD! That
pathetic excuse for a man was really starting to get on my nerves!!)
Buffy is a wreck, Willow's a wreck, Fortunately Tara knows how to fix
everything.



Warnings: NC17 Ahoy! This starts off Angsty, sappy and sweet, but
there is BDSM and assorted Smut ahead!



Author's note: I have lurked on the list for months, enjoying the
wonderful fiction you all have written. As much as I have wanted to, I
haven't posted anything before this. I have never been able to write
for the BtVS universe- I just can't seem to capture the characterization
like I wanted. (I wrote X-Files/Forever Knight/Highlander fic)
However; (you just knew there was a 'however' coming, didn't you?) Red's
fic- especially S&M&M, has inspired me. Allow me to apologize in
advance if the characters don't seem quite on. Feel free to offer any
advice for improvement. 







Willow was despondent. She couldn't believe that Riley and Buffy had
imploded like that. She thought that Buffy was getting better, but then
when Tara told her how Buffy had broken down after class.



Willow felt bad about her reaction when Tara had finished the story.
She had nearly broken down herself, and had seen the look of recognition
in Tara's eye. 



Now she was upset about Buffy's grief and her own feelings that she was
betraying Tara. 



Tara, for her part was confused by the entire situation. Buffy's
meltdown, and Willow's reaction. First, Willow and Anya were squabbling
with each other like three-year-olds, Then there was the whole 'Troll'
issue, and Willow almost being killed, and now Willow breaking down for
no reason just like Buffy did. "What, Willow? What is it?" 



"I. I." She was sure that Tara was going to hate her. She loved Tara
with all her heart, but she had feelings for Buffy too. She always had,
but she never allowed herself to acknowledge them before. At first it
was the whole, 'Buffy's a girl, you're a girl' thing. Then she had
fallen for Tara and Buffy had Riley, and, 'Hey why screw things up now.'
kind of thing. But lately, she had seen how Buffy didn't really love
Riley, and she herself was quite clearly a 'Girl's girl' kind of girl,
and hadn't lost any of her friends, and. "Goddess I babble even in my
own thoughts."



Tara saw the gamut of emotions running across her lover's face and could
tell that Willow was babbling to herself again. "She's so cute when she
babbles, even silently." she thought. 



Willow started to cry even harder, "I love you Tara. I'm so sorry." she
whispered over and over.



Tara thought she had figured out what it was. When they had just
started their relationship, she thought Oz was the threat, but as time
wore on. "And after she chose me over Oz," she added in her thoughts.
she realized that Willow was in love with Buffy. Self conscious and
insecure as she was back then, she always feared that Buffy would
someday take Willow away from her. Over time she realized that Willow's
heart was big enough for both of them. Willow clearly worshiped the
ground Buffy walked on, but she also loved and adored Tara herself. 



Besides, Tara thought Buffy was a hottie.



"Shh. It's ok, Willow" she whispered to her tormented lover. "It'll be
ok."



Willow's self-flagellation wouldn't allow her to accept platitudes of
forgiveness, especially when she was certain that Tara couldn't know
just how badly she had betrayed the golden-haired witch. "No, Tara! It
w- w- won't be," she started, her breath hitching with sobs. "I'm a
terrible person, a horrible girlfriend." 



By this time Willow had her face buried in her lover's lap, kneeling
before her while she sat on the end of their bed. Her tears were
soaking Tara's skirt.



"You love her, don't you?" Tara asked, already knowing the answer.
"That's why you're so upset. You are in love with Buffy, aren't you?"
she asked sternly. 



A cold dagger of fear spiked through Willow's heart and a fierce dread
instantly suffused her body as she jerked back, meeting Tara's gaze for
the first time in almost an hour. "Oh goddess. Tara. please!" she
cried.



Tara maintained her austere demeanor, though it was difficult not to
give in to the desire to comfort her lover, "Please what, Willow?"



Willow was absolutely convinced that she had lost Tara at this point.
She was utterly despondent as she looked into the severe gaze of her
"Former?" lover. "Oh goddess Tara! Please don't leave me! I love you!
Please don't leave me. She collapsed back into Tara's lap, arms around
her waist and grasping with all the strength remaining in her
grief-wracked body. She was certain that Tara would get up and walk out
on her forever. She kept crying, "I love you, please don't leave me!"
over and over.



Tara wasn't made of stone. Her desire to comfort her lover warred with
her desire to exact some small measure of retribution for worrying about
Willow leaving her for Buffy for so long. She remembered something she
had wanted to do with the Fire-haired witch almost since their first
kiss.



Stroking Willow's hair away from her face, Tara leaned down and
whispered in her ear, "Shh, Willow. I'm not going to leave you."



Willow sat back on her heels, desperately tried to sniffle back her
tears, "You're not? But. but." She was bewildered- happy but very
confused. "You're not mad? I've."



Tara broke in at that point, her voice low and sultry, while
simultaneously promising dire consequences, "You. have been a *very*
naughty little witch."



The tone of her voice, combined with the words she said captured Willow
like a paralysis spell- she was aware, but unable to move or speak.



Tara sat back, Willow's eyes following her own as though they were
locked to her gaze. She looked down on her lover, posed as though in
supplication and Tara felt hot desire begin to pool at the juncture of
her thighs at the thought of taking her, bending the tear-stained
redhead to her will. "You've been keeping something from me, haven't
you? You thought I didn't know about your feelings for the slayer,
didn't you?"



Willow's breath caught, and she couldn't respond.



"I'm afraid you are going to have to be punished," Tara began.
Immediately she noticed Willow's pupils dilate almost to the extents of
her lovely hazel-green iris. "Stand up," she quietly commanded.



"Oh, goddess. Oh, goddess," began to run through Willow's mind like a
mantra, as her body obeyed Tara's command of it's own volition.



Tara gestured toward her trembling lover and said, "Retectum"



Willow gasped as her clothes tore away from her body, flying from her in
rags as though she had been the center of a powerful explosion, leaving
her entirely naked and flushed.



Tara's own eyes dilated in undisguised lust as she stared at the sight
of her red-headed goddess, naked and trembling before her. Her arousal
was thick and hot, staining her panties as it sought to flow from her
center. She would later wonder how she had managed to maintain control
over her actions, and not immediately leap upon and ravish the beauty
before her. She arranged herself so that Willow could lay across her
lap with her upper body supported by the bed, with her legs hanging down
off of the edge. She didn't say a word but held her hand out to Willow
and guided her down over her thighs into the proper position.



Willow's breathing began to come hard and heavy as she realized what
Tara meant to do to her. "Oh my goddess, yes! I need to be punished!"
she thought desperately.



Tara gently stroked her lover's buttocks, covering every square inch of
the delectable flesh. "Dear goddess, I think I'm trembling as hard as
Willow," she thought to herself. She continued her stroking as she
leaned down to her lover's ear and whispered, "Did you think I wouldn't
notice you staring at her when we were researching? That I wouldn't see
the jealousy on your face whenever Riley touched her?"



The anticipation was too much. Willow groaned so loudly that she
vibrated the entire bed. "Oh, Tara, I've been so bad! Please, pretty
please! I need to be punished!"



Tara felt the wet heat of Willow's arousal soaking through the material
of her skirt, drenching her thigh with her sticky sweetness. She
continued to whisper in Willow's ear as she raised her hand to deliver
the first blow, "You should have trusted me, Willow." *Spank* "I could
have made it happen for you." *Spank* "I still could." *Spank*



After the first strike Willow thought she had never felt anything so
right in her entire life. By the tenth- with cheeks on fire, and her
lover whispering in her ear that she could have both Tara and the
Slayer, if only she would trust her- her moans turned into a shriek of
ecstasy as a powerful orgasm swept through her.



Tara knew that Willow was on the verge of release by the sixth blow, but
she imagined that she would have to swipe her clitty at least once
before she would be able to crescendo. She was at once pleased and
amazed at her lover's responsiveness. She immediately reached inside
Willow with two fingers, seeking to prolong the orgasm as long as
possible.



Willow shrieked again as she felt her love's fingers enter her and
stroke just the right spot to extend her pleasure beyond anything she
had ever imagined. 



Tara heard her lover's scream of pleasure dwindle into a warbling moan
as her entire body shuddered and shivered with the power of her release.
She withdrew her fingers and couldn't help bringing them to her mouth,
inhaling the potent scent of her lover's honey before sucking them
clean. She herself moaned at the sweetness of her love.



The last thing Willow felt before succumbing to Morpheus' embrace was
her lover dragging her boneless flesh off of her lap and into her arms
before falling back on the bed. She tried to tell her how much she
loved her, but all that came out was something like "ovyu tar"



Tara smiled at her lover's mumbled attempt at affection as she arranged
them in a position to sleep. "Hush, honey. I love you too."





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