Tara couldn't believe it when she'd opened the door to reveal Willow behind it. She had been positive it would be something stupid, like that guy down the hall coming to borrow her stapler. Again. Sometimes she felt like she was the only person with a stapler on the floor. It was really getting ridiculous.

But there was Willow. Holding that candle, looking as adorable as ever, "No candles? Well, I brought one. It's extra flamey."

Tara waited, she knew why Willow was here. She didn't want to hear this. Not really, even though she had to.

"Tara, I have to tell you..."

"No, I-I understand. You have to be with the person you l-love."

"I am."

It was unbelievable, Tara had to try to get her to clarify, "You mean..."

"I mean." Willow paused, "Okay?"

"Oh, yes." Tara said, better than okay, she added to herself. The things she thought she'd never hear. She doubted her ears for a few moments.

"I feel horrible about everything I put you through. And I'm gonna make it up to you. Starting right now."

"Right now?" Tara smiled, she liked the sound of this. The floaty high feeling she'd been beginning to associate with Willow hit an all-time high. And she smiled at her. And that she was going to make it up to her, and Tara couldn't believe it, so she smiled and blew out the candle. They were together, the unspoken now spoken and standing in the dark.

She was unsure for a moment, if she should reach out for Willow. But she waited. She had decided that Willow had to start this and she had to stick to it. But most of her longed to just reach out and drag Willow closer.

**

Willow waited a moment for their eyes to adjust to the darkness. And then she was kissing Tara, completely unrestrained. Pulling her close, smiling into the kiss as Tara too became more confident. Hands moving lower, moving over her hips and ass before under her shirt to feel her skin.

Tara made the first move, her fingers sliding up under the fabric of Willow's shirt. Caressing at her skin and then discarding it. Tara dipped her head kissing down. Her burning mouth working its way over Willow's pale freckly skin.

Willow's breathing grew heavy, "Mmm." She moaned at the sensation of Tara's lips and hands making their way over her torso. Suddenly Tara's head moved to her small firm breasts. Nuzzling in before kissing the flesh there. The shock of Tara's warm mouth surrounding her nipple made her gasp and she ran her fingers through her hair.

"Well... this just got...really...interesting." Willow managed breathlessly. Thoroughly enjoying the attention paid to her body. Tara giggled slightly, and continued her explorations.

Eventually Tara kissed her way up to her lips, slowly, way too slowly. Willow felt herself literally throb in response. Oh my god, she thought.

She broke the kiss with a smile, and discarded Tara's shirt, pulling it over her head and letting it drop to the floor as Tara mimed her actions, going a step further and removing her bra. Then pulling her back in to kiss again. Savouring the feeling of Tara's lips, Tara's tongue. And the way her skin felt under her hands. Heat rising up rapidly inside her, it wouldn't take much to have her aching and completely incoherent.

She pressed their bare torsos together, a hand coming up to explore soft full breasts through the material of Tara's bra. Kissing along the hem of her bra and smiling, looking at Tara waiting for a reaction. Her eyes conveyed pleasure, and approval. She removed the bra quickly. This time she knew what she wanted to try.

"Beautiful." Willow murmured as she leaned in to taste hard pink nipples. Testing them with her tongue experimentally. As Tara shivered her arms embracing her and drawing her closer as the younger witch explored her body with growing confidence. She moaned slightly, as Willow realized exactly how to kiss and nibble at her breasts. Willow was in an unexpected heaven, soft sweet skin topped with pink nipples, "So perfect..." she murmured pointlessly into Tara's skin, "I can't believe this, it's just..." Willow didn't bother continuing; instead she drew one perfect nipple into her mouth. Tara gasped, one of her hands stroking her hair absently.

Willow finally made her way back up to Tara's mouth, kissing along her collar bone and up her neck to her waiting lips. Her hands taking over the previous tactics of her mouth. She looked at Tara, who was as breathless and consumed as she was. Then she slipped her hands down, to the black pants that Tara had been wearing slipping them off without much thought. As Tara's hands went to her skirt, groping for a few moments before finding the zipper and letting the material fall to the floor.

Willow bent down to slip off her shoes, and then made her way to the bed sitting down and tugging Tara's hands until she was close enough. She pulled the blonde's damp panties down to her thighs, far enough so that they fell to the ground and Tara simply stepped out of them. Tara stared at her with desire, and Willow couldn't stop looking back.

Willow took a deep breath, it had been a few weeks, but she was pretty sure she remembered how to do this. She stared at Tara for a few moments, perusing her body with her eyes. She wasn't sure who moved first, but then they were on Tara's bed, kissing fiercely. Willow's hand made its way more confidently down Tara's body. This time she knew what she wanted. Her fingers working Tara's body and bringing her pleasure. Her body flushed pink with arousal and her lips parting breathlessly as she moved over her. Her own desire growing by the second, Willow pushed it down momentarily.

Tara gasped as Willow's hand found its way to her centre, working her gently. Willow began to think she was getting the hang of this. She was loving this. Tara rocking against her hand, mouth parted slightly breath coming in pants. She was warm and slippery and she was inside her. Willow pressed harder and was rewarded with a long low moan. It was addictive. She could smell her, and it only spurred her on, heightening her arousal. Willow knew then she would never not want to be doing this to Tara. Making love to her. Willow smiled, and leaned down to kiss her lover, she felt like she could say that now-lover. And with that Tara began to tense beneath her, and soon Willow found herself clutched against her as they rode out Tara's climax. A few wordless moans, but they were loud. Willow smiled shakily with pride.

They lay quietly in the dark for a few minutes following Tara's orgasm. This was how it should be, Willow thought. Always. Willow's own arousal had become torturous as she pleasured Tara, but she waited. Waited for Tara to come to her, she knew it wouldn't be too long.

"I love you." Tara whispered in the dark. Her voice lower than Willow had ever heard it before.

"I know you do, I love you too." Willow stroked Tara's face.

Then Tara shifted, kissing her hungrily, lips once again devouring. Willow was slowly rolled on to her back, panties tossed off of the bed. Lying naked and exposed before her lover. The hungry, fevered kisses left her lips and made their way slowly down her body. Kissing everything, and playing with her small firm breasts on her way down. Willow half-wished she'd hurry up, but Tara was content to take her time. Blue eyes rarely leaving green until she reached the red curls between Willow's thighs. She nuzzled in, then moving lower.

Willow gasped in shock as Tara's mouth made contact with her centre. She was so worked up already, and Tara's incredible mouth was working its own brand of magic. She felt like she was floating, she felt like she was tumbling from the stars and she was moaning so loud it was embarrassing. Both her hands tangled in long blonde hair. She could feel Tara's hands gripping her thighs, keeping her trembling legs spread, her mouth devouring and worshiping, the tickly blond hair draped across her body and moving with Tara. And Tara was moaning too, deep low moans that finally pushed her over the precipice.

Willow shuddered as she came, crying out "Tara." And gasping as her body shook on the bed.

She breathed heavily, but Tara remained between her legs, reluctant to come up until Willow grabbed her shoulders and pulled.

This time she saw it, Tara's mouth and chin were completely drenched. Willow became slightly embarrassed, she had literally drenched her girlfriend.

Her hand came up to wipe some of it off. She hesitated for a moment, waiting for Willow's reaction. A little unsure. But Willow just grabbed the blanket, wiping off Tara's face gently before she kissed her. She wasn't sure if she would get used this, the shock of tasting her own flavour. But it was rapidly becoming more erotic.

"I'm sorry." Willow apologized. Wondering if that was the thing to do? Was it? Are you supposed to?

"For what?" Tara looked her quizzically. Obviously very content.

"Never mind." Willow kissed her again.

Tara moved to lay down next to her, briefly breaking the kiss before resuming it. Willow began to think again, about Tara going down on her. And how much she liked it. She broke the kiss, a question clearly on her mind. She moved her hands over all the exposed skin, admiring the curves Tara possessed.

"Do you like doing ...that?"

"Doing...?" Tara paused for a moment before realization hit her over the head like an anvil, "Oh that..." Tara blushed immediately.

"Well do you?" Willow asked, half-teasing. She liked making Tara blush. She hadn't expected it would be this easy though. Naked in bed and still blushes Willow mused affectionately.

"More than like." Tara blushed even more if that was possible.

Willow kissed her again, tongue darting out to tangle with Tara's own. Tara's arms surrounding her and pulling her close. She didn't feel done yet. And there was one more thing she really wanted to try. She was so curious, what did Tara taste like?

"Are we, you know, done?" Willow asked "Cause I don't want to be done."

"We just started." Tara smiled and pulled her closer.

"Good, no stopping, there will be absolutely no stopping."

Tara laughed, and agreed. "Absolutely no stopping."

As soon as she began kissing down Tara's body, she felt a shudder through her lover's body. Realization of exactly what Willow was about to do. Some nervousness, she pushed it aside. Letting instinct take over, as her mouth reached Tara's sex. The shock of her taste, then desire, and Willow was lost.

Lost in the taste and feel of making love to Tara this way, and Tara moaned readily, hips rocking up and back arching. Everything was so captivating, Willow thought. She understood now, why Tara had chosen to do this again. She tastes so good, Willow thought, she just couldn't get enough.

"Willow!" Tara cried and shuddered beneath her. She knew then she would never get sick of Tara crying out her name. Another new addiction.

Willow was breathless too, but she kissed back up Tara's curvy body. Extremely pleased with herself and having discovered yet another thing she loved doing with Tara.

Tara cupped her face in her hands, "Yours."

And Willow realized as their lips met again, she was more than just "kinda" gay, at least as far as Tara was concerned.

FIN

The beat of my heart has become a poison
a death march
its rhythm hasn't faltered
and that I still can hear it
is strange
if only I knew
why its rhythm has changed
surfacing once again what should not

Love not striking once

Not an instant uncontrollable longing

But rising like a tide

Before you know it you're

Drowning

No escape

To flail in the water and drown?

Still denying that I've been pulled under at all?

Or to let myself fall deeper

Pretending my ankles reside in the shallows

Rather than the truth

That the water looms far above my head