Title: Light (Leave Me On)
Summary: Willow/Tara scene, set whenever. Rating for sex.
Notes: I'm an off-on Buffy watcher and don't have enough info on the show to compile anything completely accurate, so I just leave out the plot and write smut. Enjoy…
"C'mere," Willow whispers from the bed. Tara glances up.
"Just come over here," Willow props her head on an arm, her sweet smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Tara's crooked grin surfaces as she places her book on the desk and stands from her chair. "You study too much," Willow pouts, nose crinkling.
"You're one to talk," Tara says softly, sitting on the edge of the bed where Willow's arm moves immediately to encircle her waist.
"Yeah, yeah," Willow whispers, eyes fluttering closed. "Lie down with me."
Tara climbs over Willow to her side of the bed and reaches to turn off her lamp, but stops at Willow's hand on her wrist. She turns to her, "Willow?"
"Don't turn it off yet."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Will you take off my shirt?" Willow asks, her smile twitching.
Tara doesn't respond; instead, she tugs Willow's sleep shirt over her head. "Better?"
Willow lets out a laugh and leans in for a kiss. "I didn't want to settle for just snuggles tonight. Not that I don't love them, but—"
She's cut off by Tara's lips against her own. She hums into it, tangling a hand in Tara's long hair. "I love when you do that," she mumbles.
"I love you."
"You too." Willow hurries to pull Tara's shirt over her head. Her small hands move quickly to unhook Tara's bra and drop it to the floor. Her lips move to Tara's neck and she presses her onto her back.
Tara bites her lip as her body twitches. "Willow," she breathes. Willow moves to press kisses to Tara's chest, her hands working to remove her pants. Tara fumbles for the drawstrings of Willow's sweats, pushing them down with her underwear until they're touching all the way. Willow brings a leg up to hold between Tara's, loving the gasp she elicits. "You're beautiful," she whispers, sealing their lips together and deepening the kiss.
"Willow," Tara repeats. "Willow…"
Willow's hands map a path down Tara's body, her lips following over her abs. Tara is twitching, her hands squeezing in Willow's hair. "Please."
Willow finally moves to kiss the inside of Tara's thigh, her hands stroking over the girl's center. Tara's hands in her hair guide her mouth to follow her hands, and then she's kissing where she's needed. Willow relaxes into it, perfectly pressing her hands and mouth to her. She mumbles against her as Tara breathes her name, legs trembling as she reaches her release. She drags Willow back to her lips, kissing her slowly as she turns them over.
She cups Willow's breasts in her hands, their smallness fitting perfectly in her hands. Willow bites her lip to stifle the sound when Tara presses her mouth to her chest, her body arching off the bed. Tara places a hand on her stomach to gently press her back down. Willow's legs move desperately against the sheets, hands on Tara's back as her soft mouth travels across her chest, her hands to her center. She pulls Tara back for a kiss when her fingers slip into her and begin to move, her sounds silenced against Tara's lips. It doesn't take long until she's gasping as they slow and Tara brings her hands to cup Willow's face as they kiss softly and sweetly. Willow reaches to click off the lamp and pull the blanket to cover them as they fall next to each other into sleep, noses pressed together and legs intertwined.