Author: Onyxsundrops
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer characters, they belong to Joss and M.E.

Willow blinked fiercely, wondering if she heard Tara correctly, "What?" She coughed to clear the dryness in her throat.

C'mon, don't chicken out now. "W-Would you like to come inside?" Tara repeated. She placed her hand on the edge of the open door, starting to feel a little uncomfortable as Willow continued to stare at her.

"Yes," Willow whispered. She feared that if she spoke any louder, the offer would fade into a dream. A figment of her imagination.

"Okay," Tara smiled and stepped out onto the curb. Willow circled around the parking lot and found an empty space in the back, under a large tree. She turned off the engine and took a minute to calm herself before meeting Tara on the concrete path which led to the apartment entrance.

The redhead wiped her damp hands on her skirt as she walked beside Tara. Okay, calm down. Calm down. Willow chanted inside her mind. She's probably inviting you up for a drink and a little friendly chitchat. She let her eyes drift to Tara's butt as the blonde stopped at the gate. Yeah, just chitchat.

What am I doing? Tara bit her lip as she pressed the number to her apartment. It's okay... you don't have to do anything. Just talk. She caught a glimpse of Willow's chest, while the distracted redhead watched a car pull into the parking lot. Just talk. She reminded herself as the gate buzzed open.

Tara's apartment was already lit when the girls walked in, and for the first time since meeting Tara, Willow found herself wondering if the blonde lived alone or with a roommate. "Is someone here?" The words escaped before the redhead realized that she had spoken.

Tara's puzzled expression searched around the living room, until her eyes locked on Willow, who looked as if she were expecting someone to jump out any moment. "Oh, n-no. I um, I always keep a light on, even when I'm not home."

"Oh, okay," Willow nodded, slightly embarrassed. She walked further into the room so Tara could close the door, "You have a really nice place."

"T-Thanks," Tara blushed, "Please have a seat. I'll only be a minute," with that, she walked down the darkened hallway, which led to the bedroom.

Willow smoothed her skirt down as she sat on the caramel-colored sofa. She stared back to where Tara had disappeared and saw the blonde walking toward her with two glasses of red liquid. She sat them down on the table in front of Willow and in one quick moment, hiked her skirt to her knees and straddled the redhead.

"Tara, what ar-," Willow's words were silenced by a slender finger. "Shhh," she ground her hips down into Willow's thighs, "do you want me to stop?" She trailed the finger under Willow's jaw, up past her ear, and into red tresses.

"God no," Willow panted, "but-." She was once again silenced, this time by Tara's lips as she swallowed whatever Willow was about to say.

"Willow." The name rumbled between their lips, before Tara captured the bottom lip with her teeth and bit down.

"Willow." The redhead's eyes snapped open. Disoriented, she looked around until she saw Tara standing in the entrance to the kitchen.

"Huh," Willow shook her head, "I'm... I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

"Are you okay?" The concern was evident on her face as Tara stepped forward. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," Willow nodded quickly.

"Okay," Tara frowned, "um, I asked if you wanted something to drink." She was a little worried when she walked into the living room, and saw Willow leaning back on the couch with her eyes closed. At first, she thought her friend was just relaxing, until she began shifting and moaning softly.

"Sure, whatever you're having will be fine." Tara nodded and went into the kitchen.

God, I'm such a pervert. Willow huffed. She kindly invites me into her home and I'm orchestrating soft porn scenes about her.

She glanced around, examining the various paintings and pictures hanging from the walls, stopping at one picture in particular. The photo was of a blonde child and a young woman. Arms raised in the air, the child smiled down as her mother held her up by her waist. Grassy fields filled the background as golden rays shone down through the toddlers hair, illuminating the love on her mother's face.

"I hope this is o-okay," Tara returned with two bottled waters and handed one to her guest. Willow turned from the photo and gratefully accepted the beverage. As soon as Tara sat down on the other side of the couch, the room lapsed into silence.

"Willow, about w-what h-happened at the b-bronze," Tara fidgeted. She was about to continue until Willow cut in. "No, you don't have to explain-."

"But I want to," Tara found the courage and reached over to place her hand over the redheads. The combination of their body heat, made the cold bottle in Willow's hand began to sweat. "What I'm trying to say is..." Just do it Tara... the worst she can do is push you away. She leaned over and placed a small kiss on Willow's cheek. When Willow didn't respond, she released her hand, "I'm sorry, I s-shouldn't have done that. I...," her shoulder's dropped and she retreated back into herself.

Willow was still basking in the sensation that Tara's lips left on her skin, and it took her a moment to process the blonde's apology. She carefully slid across the smooth surface of the couch, and lifted Tara's chin to return the same chaste kiss. "Are you sorry for that?" She asked. When Tara smiled and shook her head, she went on, "Then please don't be sorry for this," she slowly pressed against Tara's full lips, and hesitated until the other girl applied a little more pressure.

Tara's body relaxed as she began to sink into the kiss. They pulled apart and searched each other's eyes for any sign of regret. Finding nothing, Tara teased her top lip against Willow's bottom and closed the gap once again. They stayed in the same position for what seemed like forever, until Willow's tongue peeked its way into the soft flesh of Tara's mouth. Darting out for a second, then sliding back in, Tara captured what Willow was offering and began to suck.

Their drinks forgotten, the bottles rolled to the floor with a thud as Willow shifted onto her knees without breaking the kiss. Tara's fingers flexed in Willow's hair and she pulled the redhead with her as she fell back onto the sofa.

Feeling herself press into Tara, Willow finally came up for air, "Is this... too fast?" She asked, using her arms to steady herself as she hovered over the beautiful woman beneath her, "We can slow down, if you want," she continued to breathe heavily.

"No," Tara whimpered at the loss of contact. "Unless, you...," she looked up, biting her lip in concern. "Never." The huskiness of Willow's voice, sent a wave of goose bumps up and down Tara's arms. She smiled and gently pulled the redhead into another passionate kiss. Time ceased to exist as they dissolved into one another.