After the Leather Ball at Triangle, part 4 (!!!) [NSFW]
Tara closes her eyes, rocking slightly into that touch, reaching out a hand to rest on Shane's head, fingers curling slightly and toying with her hair. She sits back on the edge of the bed, hooking one foot around Shane's waist and gently drawing her closer, leaning forward for a kiss.
Shane looses a soft, rumbly chuckle into the kiss, capturing Tara's bottom lip and gently nibbling on it for a moment. Shifting a bit to face Tara, she gently strokes her wife's leg, fingers massaging and caressing as they go. She'd realized early on that this would be a first time for the both of them and wanted to give her wife as many options and possibilities as she might want... even if those options included trying it and discovering that she didn't care for it. Though, honestly, she hoped that wouldn't be the case. It had been a rare thing, being the receiver rather than the giver in her previous sexual relationships with women and, as she'd told Tara, she'd never been fucked by another woman with anything like this... but she trusts Tara more than anything, trusts her with everything... especially this. Not to mention the thought of them sharing something like this together turns her on so much she can hardly see straight.
"Come here, baby," Tara whispers against Shane's mouth, her tongue ducking in to brush against Shane's for a moment before curling at the underside and coaxing her forward, so that Tara can suckle gently on her tongue. Hand and mouth and leg all conspire to bring Shane further towards her, and she puts the oddly shaped dildo next to her on the bed as she gently pats her lap, a soft sound of beckoning. This one is different than the others, though she still can't pinpoint exactly what makes it so. It's elegant-looking, yes... but the construction seems designed for women, a device of pleasure. There's nothing male about it, nothing overtly phallic, nothing that makes her feel as though she's trying to be anything other than she is.
Rolling forward onto her right knee, Shane draws her left leg up onto the bed, while at the same time swinging it up and over to straddle Tara's lap. She drapes her arms around her wife's shoulders, pressing close as she combs the fingers of both hands tenderly through Tara's hair. Breaking the kiss gently, she lightly rubs the end of her nose against Tara's, lips curling into a soft, sweet smile. "Is this where you want me?" She whispers.
"Almost," she replies, her fingers gently tugging at Shane's legs to help her into a more comfortable position than kneeling over Tara's lap. She guides them both to cross around her, ankles hooking behind the small of her back, capturing Shane's lips again partway through the maneouvering. The feel of Shane's fingers in her hair is always wonderful, urging her eyes to drift close, and a happy purr against Shane's mouth.
Shane's lips curl into a smile against Tara's as she hears that purr. Sweeping both of her hands through her wife's hair, she grasps thick handfuls of it, gently tugging and then releasing and then repeating the process again. Sitting this way, it's difficult for her to nestle up against Tara as closely as she'd like, but the kissing definitely makes up for that.
Her own lips drawing back to match Shane's smile, Tara wraps both her arms around her wife's back, stroking down over her old tattoo, over buttocks and thighs, smooth, soft, satiny skin. She rubs her head gently against Shane's fingers, tiny moans of pleasure emitting from her mouth at that steady massage through her hair, a more wonderful sensation than she could imagine or descrube.
Smile lingering on her lips, Shane leans in and carefully begins showering Tara's face with soft kisses. The bridge of her nose, her forehead, cheeks, chin, eyelids... every spot that she can reach gets a kiss of its own. Feeling Tara's hands on her back, a low, delighted purr escapes her as she nuzzles Tara's cheek.
"Mmm," Tara purrs under that onslaught of gentle kisses. She feels utterly pampered, showered with love that's almost impossible in its boundless depths, but true and real and pure, the greatest of all the things she knows. Her hands continue to stroke, along Shane's thighs and then back up her sides, fingers brushing at the outer curve of breasts.
Shane lets out a soft, contented chuckle as she continues peppering Tara's face with light kisses, trying to make sure she hasn't missed a spot. As Tara's hands slide up along her sides to her breasts, she rolls her shoulders back and sits up a bit straighter, disentangling her fingers from her wife's hair to reach down and gently nudge Tara's hands to cover her breasts.
Tara doesn't need much in the way of encouragement, her fingers pinching and tugging gently on Shane's nipples as she bends her head, catching one delicately between her teeth and flicking her tongue firmly over it before closing her lips and suckling the sensitive flesh deeply into her mouth.
The heat and finest touch of the edge of Tara's teeth send hot prickles of sensation trickling down Shane's spine and her breath catches, eyes closing as she cradles Tara's head between her hands, right hand tenderly stroking her wife's cheek. Even now, she still feels impossibly wet and Tara's mouth on her is only adding to that.
Slowly the hand her mouth has replaced on Shane's breast strokes down Shane's abdomen, enjoying the feeling of smooth flesh as until her fingers slip between their hips, parting crinkled hair to slide through that wetness, the tips of her fingers curling to caress Shane's clit in slow, deliberate motions.
Back slightly arched to assist Tara, as Shane feels those questing fingers brushing against her, a hard, shuddering breath is forced from her lungs. One of her hands slides to the nape of Tara's neck, the other remaining on her cheek as she smooths her thumb over Tara's cheek, gently trying to coax her wife's mouth away from her breast.
Tara opens her eyes, pink lips still plumped around Shane's nipple, to look at Shane's face. Seeing the request in those eyes she reluctantly pulls back, lifting her head as her fingers stroke and curl. Shane's clit slips between two fingers as she strokes, massaging along the sides, a continuous, gentle pressure as she moves back and forth.
Her breathing growing steadily quicker and shakier by the minute, as soon as Tara releases her nipple, Shane nestles her thumb beneath Tara's chin, tipping her head up just enough so that she can crush her lips against her wife's, both of her arms winding around Tara's neck. She moans softly as she tilts her head to deepen the kiss, but her position on Tara's lap gives her virtually no leverage to move the way she's sitting right now. So basically she's at her wife's mercy.
Deepening the kiss as requested, Tara's tongue sweeps into Shane's mouth, curling and twining wetly along the length of Shane's. For the moment she's quite contented to torture Shane as promised, 'tickling' her clit, her fingers brushing just against Shane's entrance at the culmination of each stroke, as Shane's clit nestles into the juncture at the base of her fingers, curling slightly so that her fingertips become coated with fresh slickness, which she drags back up to lubricate already-moist folds.
So caught up in kissing Tara, it takes Shane a few moments to fully realize what her wife is doing... but as she feels those fingers slide down along the length of her again, she lets out a soft whimper and tries to rock her hips down a bit to take Tara's fingers inside her. Another whimper escapes as she realizes her position prevents it and so, instead, she suckles on Tara's tongue greedily. If that's all that she can have of her wife, right now, then she'll make the most of it.
Wrapping her free arm firmly around Shane's back to cup Shane's buttock, Tara frees her other hand for a moment to give her extra support as lifts her wife, cheerfully and haphazardly turning them both so that Shane's back falls onto the bed, Shane's ankles still locked around her hips. If Shane wants more... Shane shall have more. Everything in Tara's world right now is geared to what Shane wants, though it's rare that that doesn't instantly become what she wants, too.
As Tara lifts her, Shane chuckles into the kiss, lips curling into a smile so bright that it breaks the kiss by default. Falling onto her back, she laughs delightedly, arms still looped around Tara's neck, and she unwinds her legs from around Tara's waist as she settles back. Hooking her knees over her wife's hips, she pulls Tara in close, lifting her head up from the mattress to capture Tara's lips again.
"Better?" Tara murmurs as her lips brush against Shane's, chuckling. Her own laughter is a simple response to Shane's - her wife has the most infectious grin she's ever known, and it's almost impossible to see the bright purity of that without her own smile appearing in answer. Her hand reaches back down between Shane's legs, sliding back over her clit and down through that wetness to drive, in one long, but fairly slow motion, as far into her wife as she can reach.
Jaw falling slack, Shane's eyelids flutter and threaten to close for just a brief moment, though the smile on her face lingers as she lets out a light sigh which trails off into a moan. "Yeah..." she whispers, shivering as she feels Tara pressing deeply into her.
Lifting her chin, Tara kisses first one eyelid and then the other, an openmouthed kiss with the barest flick of her tongue that gently showers her love on Shane's eyes. The next kiss is given to the very corner of Shane's eye, where the tiny crow's feet appear when she smiles. She takes a moment, as she deposits those gentle kisses onto Shane's face, to reposition her hips, making herself comfortable, before she begins to move, the heel of her hand resting against her hip as she rocks them slowly, tenderly, drawing her fingers out of Shane and pressing them back in, as if they had all the time in the world.
When she feels the kiss to the corner of her eye, Shane lets out another soft, sweet laugh, rubbing her cheek against Tara's. Long arms and legs still draped and tangled about her wife's waist and shoulders, she reaches up, hands tenderly smoothing Tara's hair and as Tara begins to move inside her, her eyes do slide closed, a breathy moan slipping from her lips. Tipping her head up, she parts her lips as she lifts her head from the pillow, blinding seeking her wife's lips and believing, trusting, that she will find them.
And find them she does, just in time for Tara to catch the last of that breathy moan in her mouth, swallowing it down like candy. There's no sweetness to the taste, but it's still far sweeter than any butterscotch or marshmallow she's ever tasted. Her tongue slips into Shane's mouth, chasing the last vestiges of that sound, as her hips continue to move, slow and languid, her fingers scissoring slightly as they slide within Shane's slick passage.
Shane moans gratefully into the kiss, drawing back to run her tongue lightly over Tara's in soft, catlike flicks. Fingers sliding through her wife's hair, she gathers it with her fingers, clutching at it gently as she rocks her hips up to meet each deliberate thrust. Each time Tara's fingers reach their deepest point, she purposefully tightens her inner muscles around them, squeezing and accepting.
That steady, deliberate squeezing feels as though it's going to drive Tara insane, but she rewards it with a curl of her fingers each time, dragging against over just the right spot as she withdraws. The feel of Shane's fingers in her hair, and the slight tug at her scalp is breathtaking, spurring Tara into tiny, almost inaudible whimpers of pleasure that meet Shane's moan.
She's not so fargone that she can't hear those whimpers and she captures each and every one of them, trading her wife a tiny kiss for each for sharing them with her. The fingers of her left hand tighten in Tara's hair even as she draws her right hand from her wife's hair to stroke over Tara's shoulders and back. She smooths her palm back and forth over the small of Tara's back, admiring the slight bowl shape to it - made as Tara draws her hips back once more - for a few moments before her palm skims down to cup Tara's buttock, cupping it and kneading it slowly in time with her wife's movements.
The tattoo in the small of her back is still sensitive - not painful, by any means, but far more sensitive than the surrounding skin - so that when Shane touches it she inhales a sharp gasp of air, her hips jerking out of the slow rhythm she'd set. She wants to push forward into the warm, welcoming tightness that is her wife and push backwards into that massaging hand at the same time, feeling like the proverbial donkey that was caught between two equally delectable bales of hay and starved to death. Unlike that donkey, though, she has the presence of mind to recognise that Shane will follow her movements, and so continues to move, her fingers slowly becoming coated with Shane's fluids.
As the tempo of Tara's thrusting goes awry, it takes Shane a moment to realize and remember the cause. Though, when she does, her lips draw back into a broad smile and she lets out a soft chuckle against Tara's mouth. She arranges her legs around Tara's hips, calves resting against her wife's buttocks, feet crossed at the ankles and draws her hand up again, pulling Tara in closer as she slowly begins stroking over Tara's tattoo with the pad of her thumb.
Tara's hips jerk again at that first touch, but when it continues, steady and slow and inexorable, Tara lets out a long, low wail. Shane's thumb seems to completely control her thrusting, her hips moving with each fresh stroke as a shiver runs through her body, muscles trembling briefly against Shane's. In what could never be considered revenge, but might be considered thanks, her thumb reaches up to find Shane's clit, again match that slow rhythm as she strokes repeatedly up the underside.
Shane exhales a shaky breath at the touch, but her own rhythm remains perfectly even and measured... a single light, careful stroke down along the length of Tara's tattoo with the pad of her thumb before she lifts her thumb up and away from Tara's skin entirely, returns it to the top and starts again. Tipping her chin up again just slightly, she catches Tara's lips up in another soft kiss, just enjoying the warmth and softness of her wife's lips against hers.
Shane's always better at controlling her body's reactions than Tara is. It's not something that bothers her - it's just the way it is, and it's the reason why she may sometimes begin to tease Shane, but it inevitably turns back on her, leaving her more desperate and wanting than her wife. After a few strokes she falls into the rhythm of Shane's motion, her hips pressing forwards slowly during that gliding touch over her tattoo, and then drawing back just a little faster to be poised and ready again at the touch of Shane's thumb. Her lips brush against Shane's in a dozen slow, soft, tender kisses, never seeking to deepen them.
It's the softness of those kisses that undoes her completely, inside... like unraveling string tied around something secret and precious and treasured. Around herself. She knows it's Tara's doing and she's not afraid of it... because she knows that Tara believes that she is precious and worth treasuring and so she'll do everything that she can to protect her, even in these, her most fragile of moments.
She does believe it - with all her heart and soul. Shane is the best human being she knows, the kindest and gentlest and strongest, all at the same time. And at that same time, she also recognises that Shane, so completely unlike a flower in every other way... can be easily bruised, like the rose petals on the bed beneath them. It doesn't destroy her beauty - as with the rose petals, the scent rises stronger when she's vulnerable. Sometimes it seems that Shane is at her most beautiful when she's like this, her walls and shell stripped away, bare and trusting in Tara's arms, knowing that even though Tara's careless words sometimes wound her, Tara would never deliberately hurt her, and would do anything and everything possible to heal any wound the moment she knew it had surfaced.
"Love you..." Shane whispers very softly between kisses, her lips still resting against her wife's as she speaks. Turning her head just slightly, she deepens the kiss a bit, fitting her mouth against Tara's, her eyes remaining closed, dark lashes resting lightly against her cheeks. She can hear the slithering sound as their bodies move together on the ridiculously indulgent and luxurious sheets, the almost inaudible hiss of the candle wicks burning... an understated symphony for just the two of them.
"Mmm," Tara replies, her lips drawing back into a sweet smile, feeling those words as much as hearing them. "I love you, Shane." She's so beautiful. So indescribably, heartbreakingly beautiful, like the most unconventional sleeping beauty ever, her fine-boned features golden in the candle light, casually strewn rose petals framing her head - and her short hair, feathering out at odd angles from where Tara's hands have run through it and clenched at it. "If I kiss you," she whispers. "Do I wake up?"
"Hmm..." The sound is a light, tiny laugh in her throat as she rubs her nose against Tara's. She loosens and relinquishes her hold on Tara's hair, letting it tumble back down into place. She opens her eyes and lightly drags her fingertips down over Tara's forehead, the bridge of her nose... her lips and chin and downward to skim over her chest, long fingers curling as they cup her breast. "That depends," she whispers back, "do you want to...?"
"If it means I wake up and you're still here... maybe. If it means I wake up and you, and all this disappear around me? Never." She leans down to brush her lips over Shane's, not quite daring a kiss, but moaning as Shane's fingers curl around her breast. "Although I'm starting to think waking up at all is... is definitely a no..."
"If you're dreaming, then that means I'm dreaming," Shane murmurs, parting her lips over Tara's, resting them there as she breathes.
"Oh, good," Tara murmurs, rubbing her nose back and form over Shane's, playfully. "I like knowing where to find you. I couldn't ever lose you, you know. All I have to do is fall asleep and you're right there, smiling at me. The woman of my dreams."
"Even closer than that..." Shane whispers, reaching along the geis between them, across that invisible bridge as she captures Tara's bottom lip, suckling on it tenderly.
As always, Tara feels the touch of the geis cord like a soundless bell chiming deep in her bones, the immediate need to be with Shane satisfied by the fingers already buried deeply within her wife, Shane's lips upon hers, Shane's fingers on her breast, and the sensation fades away into an overwhelming rightness. Her fingers curl and flex as she lets out a deep moan, her breath and tongue feathering over Shane's upper lip.
Shane's fingers stroke back and forth over the silken outer curve of Tara's breast, tracing and smoothing and mapping. She wants to learn every single inch of her wife's body and, once she's learned it all, she'll retrace her steps and when that's done, she wants to learn all of her insides, as well. Every secret, every story, every dream and white lie and mistake... because it's all her, all what makes Tara who she is. Not just facts and figures, dates and names and memories, but the textures and tones of the fabric of her history. She can feel her lips moving against Tara's, but is so caught up in the sensations that she just mistakes it for more tiny kisses...
Soft words, whispered against her mouth, and each word is a shining pearl, a glimmering diamond, a... no. There's nothing as precious as this. These words, this soft, almost silent statement of complete acceptance, for every doubt and fear and dream and hope and longing Tara has ever had. Shane says she's not good with words, says she's not a poet, but she couldn't imagine any poetry that would move her as much as these whispered vows, and her mouth trembles above Shane's. Perfectly still, other than the steady motion of her fingers - because if that stopped, Shane would surely notice and pay attention - she soaks in every word, ears straining for the sound.
She places more soft kisses on Tara's lips, layering one over the other over the other, just enough to feel the warmth of her before moving just a few precious milimeters, tipping her head or lifting her chin a bit to reach where she can. The words still come and they're not halting or hesitant or self-conscious... they're sincere and spoken with reverence and humility. Prayers. Charmed and treasured words for her goddess. They barely take any breath at all, which is why she doesn't realize she's speaking... they're half spoken but mouthed against Tara's lips at the same time in between kisses.
Feeling completely and utterly loved, both from Shane's whispered words and those delicate kisses, tears slowly well in Tara's eyes, trapped behind closed eyelids for a moment before trickling soundlessly down her cheeks. Each word is another small step towards healing the broken fragments inside her, that still catch and cut and pierce and bleed on triggers she never knows will be coming until they arrive, and her whole body is attuned to Shane's mouth, every sense she has working together to piece together meaning from those almost-inaudible sounds.
The tears don't make a sound, but as one of them lands on Shane's chin, the warmth and wetness startles her and her eyes flutter open. Pressing her head back into the pillow, she reaches up, tenderly cradling Tara's cheek; the gentleness of the touch is question enough.
"I love you," Tara whispers, her smile soft and sweet, her gaze tender and awed as she looks down at Shane. "I love you, baby. So much." She doesn't know if Shane meant for her to hear, but her heart is so full in her chest that it hurts, the best pain she's ever felt.
"I love you, too, Tara," Shane whispers back, gently running the pad of her thumb over the softly glittering trail of moisture on her cheek, wiping it away. She then carefully smooths the backs of her fingers along the same path, chasing away the chill from her skin, and lifts her head to kiss the spot and lovingly nuzzle her cheek. "Yours. Always."
"Mine," Tara agrees softly. "As I am yours. All of me, Shane. Hopes and dreams and bruises, all my secrets. The door's already come open... if you want my secrets, if you want my shadows... they're yours. All of me." It's the biggest thing she can offer Shane, and she knows Shane will understand the importance of the gift.
"I do," Shane murmurs, warm breath and soft lips feathering over Tara's skin as she speaks, lips still resting against her cheek. "I do, baby. All I ever wanted was everything..."
"Yours," Tara whispers again. "Everything. All I am." She wishes she could symbolise it, somehow, but she's already given Shane everything except the darkest shadows of herself - and even some of those - and she has nothing left to give. All she can do is find Shane's lips with hers again, a firm but gentle kiss sealing her words into a promise.
Shane's hand still gently strokes Tara's cheek, steady and soothing, as she returns the kiss. She doesn't know if she's offered everything, if she's ever actually said the words, but she's always tried to show Tara as best she could; always tried. There are still things buried so deeply that she doesn't even remember what they are anymore... she knows that they're there, is aware of them, but wouldn't know how to find them on her own. "And... I want you to have me," she whispers back. "I have pieces missing, but... everything. All... is for you."
"Thank you," Tara whispers, nuzzling Shane's cheek lovingly, a soft hum. "Can we do a dreamfasting, baby? Not now, but... on our vacation, maybe? I want to walk the streets of your mind and love on every bit of you... and let you wander where you will in me." The last dreamfasting they'd done had raised old memories, proof that the 'first time' they met, in Deb's Diner, wasn't actually the first time. She doesn't know what might come of another dreamfasting, but she wants that closeness. She wants to give Shane the secrets and shadows and dreams she's asked for.
Shane gently rubs her cheek against Tara's and nods. "Please..." she murmurs. "It feels like it's been so long since we did one. It always feels like that... and it never feels like long enough. So much... it feels like you go on forever..."
"I do," Tara replies simply. It's taken her twenty four years to live all of her memories, and her hopes and dreams and fears are added onto that, remnants of a life not yet lived. It would take at least three years for Shane to explore all that, even mind-to-mind, where so much is instantaneous. It's not forever, but it might as well be. "I love feeling you inside me, deeper than flesh can go. I love your whisper in my mind. You're the only person welcome there, but you're always, always welcome."
"I love being there," Shane whispers, drawing back to cup Tara's cheek again, thumb gently resting on her wife's temple, stroking the fine hair along the spot. Hand gently sliding through Tara's hair to cradle the back of her head, she draws Tara down, lips resting close to her ear. "I wish I could... I wish I could always stay..."
It's been ingrained in Tara not to use the phrase 'I wish', although part of her wishes there was a vengeance demon handy, who could grant this for them. She knows that's foolish, though, and she's careful in her reply. "Always. If I could, I would have you with me always, deep within me. Deeper than this," she curls her fingers against that sensitive spot as she presses them back into Shane. "Being like that with you, Shane... it feels like coming home."
Shane exhales a slow, faintly shaky breath, doing her best to keep her muscles relaxed as Tara's fingers graze the spot, though they do flutter involuntarily. When Tara's fingers are buried in her as deeply as they can go again, she tightens around that oh so welcome intrusion. She hooks both of her arms around Tara's neck, gently drawing her wife's head down to nestle in the hollow of her throat - as protected and sheltered and safe as she can make her from this position. Winding her fingers into Tara's hair again, she slowly rolls her hips up, feeling that dull, sweet ache as the limits of her are reached.
Safe in Shane. In her, with her, near her - Shane is so very many things to her, but one of them is safety. Her knight, her protector, who fought a demon with a baseball bat for her, who faced down the Powers, looked their Oracle in the eye and quietly stated how things were going to be. There is nothing Shane wouldn't do or face or endure for her - she's already faced worse on Tara's behalf than most people see in their lifetimes. Gently rocking her hips against Shane, her lungs filled with the musk of their sex, the scent of her wife and the fragrance of rose petals, Tara begins to move within Shane again.
The ache inside her is very faint but impossibly precious... muscles worked to the edge and beyond it and then again and again and yet she's barely tired. Despite the dancing and the drinking and Tara fucking her on the dance floor. The thought of that brings a smile to her face as her hands gently knead and massage Tara's back. "Did you like fucking me tonight... on the dance floor, Tara?" She asks softly, burying her face in Tara's hair and inhaling, the scent of sweat and roses and sex all mingling together.
"I always like fucking you," Tara whispers, a smile to her own voice. "On the dance floor, in our bed, under a tree with dappled sunlight over your face... Always. Anywhere."
Shane arches up slightly, pressing her body flush against Tara's, as close as she can get, nose still nestled in the softness of Tara's hair. "Where else would you like to...?" She asks softly.
"In the rain," Tara says immediately. "You in water... any water..." she trails off, with an incoherent sound that much resembles 'guh'. She closes her mouth over Shane's neck, suckling on the skin there as her hips continue their slow rocking motions, grinding down as they meet to be sure she's as deep as she can possibly go. She doesn't withdraw all the way, not able to bear coming that close to parting from Shane, her hips moving back down before her fingers are halfway out.
"The rain..." Shane echoes quietly, considering the idea. Her lips slowly draw back into a smile and she turns her head a bit to nuzzle her wife's cheek. "That sounds nice... I'd like that." Each time Tara's fingers press inside, a barely audible groan is forced from her at the intensity of the sensations. She slowly rocks her hips up to meet each deliberate thrust, still gently but purposefully squeezing her muscles around her wife's fingers. "Where else...?"
She was right before. Shane's deliberate muscles are going to drive her insane. "Everywhere?" Tara murmurs weakly, her breathing coming a little faster, her voice laced with desire. "Um... Dover," she murmurs. "Up on the cliffs. There's a little cave there, in the limestone, just out of the wind - it's not hard to get to, but people wouldn't walk there by accident, and you can hardly hear anything over the pounding of the waves. I want to take you there." In both senses of the word.
"Ohh..." The sound is a wondering sigh and Shane ducks her head, brushing soft kisses to Tara's shoulder. "That sounds amazing. I wanna do that, too..." She rests her head against Tara's, eyes sliding closed. Already, she can picture it, the soft sounds of dripping water and the hiss and rush of the waves. "You said you wanted to take me to a cave, before..."
"I do," Tara murmurs, low and wistful. "A real cave, pitch black and underground, where the air is damp, and when you shine a light there are waterfalls of rock. And I want to take you there, too, baby. It's so quiet down there. Even the sound of your breathing is swallowed by the dark, but it's not an emptiness. It's the fullest darkness you can ever imagine."
"Peaceful..." Shane whispers, shivering a bit as Tara's fingers rub over that spot again, causing her muscles to twitch and spasm. Thinking about what Tara has said, her mind catches on another one of the words. "Waterfall..."
"Yeah," Tara murmurs. "There's usually a spot behind the waterfall, where the water's worn away the rock. Where it's quiet and calm, and the water's frothy but not hard, and the falls shield you from everything else. It's the closest I can imagine to actually being able to make love with you under water."
"As soon as it's warm enough, we'll go...? Please?" Shane asks, letting her hand slide slowly down Tara's back and then smoothing her palm over her wife's side.
"Yes," Tara murmurs. And then, "which one? All of them?" She's not actually sure where to find a waterfall in the near vicinity. There's Niagra, of course, but that might be just a little bigger and more public than what she'd had in mind. Her back arches a little as she pushes into Shane's hand, her hips continuing their slow thrusting as images fill her mind, simple fantasies. She's perfectly willing to admit that when it comes to Shane, she has a bit of a thing for water.
Shane lets out a breathless chuckle, which soon catches in her throat as Tara's fingers slip inside again. "Every last one," she whispers. "Maybe Hawaii...? They have them there, too..."
"Hawaii," Tara whispers back, her voice laced with wonder and hope and joy. "They have good surfing there too, right?" She's never been, of course, but she's seen pictures, and it sounds and looks like the most wonderful place to be.
"Yeah... some of the best surf in the world, baby," Shane murmurs, her smile sweet and bright. Reaching up, she gently brushes Tara's hair away from her throat and begins pressing soft kisses along its length, pausing occasionally to nip lightly with her teeth.
"Then we go," Tara replies, decision made. She purrs softly as Shane showers attention on her throat, tiny little whimpers creeping through at the touch of Shane's teeth. Her hips continue to move, ever so slightly faster now, her fingers curling at the depth of each thrust to graze along that spot as her thumb rises again to tease Shane's clit.
Shane's lips part to allow a soft moan to escape, abandoning her tiny tortures for a moment. "Ohh... thank you, baby," she whispers, and even she's not entirely sure whether she's thanking Tara for deciding that they'll go to Hawaii or thanking her for picking up the pace.
Tara's not sure either, but the slick friction around her fingers is wonderful, and she continues to increase her pace, searching for a rhythm that makes both of them happy. Truthfully, she can't imagine any place being better than this grotto that Shane has prepared, satin and roses and candlelight and theirs, formed by Shane's love and the work of her hands as a gift to the woman she loves.
Nestling her face in the hollow of Tara's throat again, she resumes her gentle nipping and nibbling, hands lovingly stroking over every inch of Tara's skin that she can reach... always giving special attention to the soft hollow where the other half of her violin rests when her hands are in that vicinity. Shane nibbles down along the length of Tara's throat and then back up again, first with just light touches of her lips and then on the journey back up, a long, steady line of tiny lovebites.
Whimpering, Tara's free hand rises to curl around the back of Shane's neck, holding her to Tara, quietly encouraging each and every one of those kisses, stretching and arching and twisting to help Shane reach the next patch of skin she's looking for as she finally settles into a steady rhythm, her thumb stroking and flickering over Shane's clit.
A shiver courses through Shane as she feels the thrusts gaining a more purposeful sense of rhythm and she keeps her legs and arms wrapped around her wife, cradling her with her entire body and everything it's made of. She runs her fingers through Tara's hair, brushing it back from her ear so that she can continue her exploring, starting at the base of Tara's throat again and drawing a tiny line with the tip of her tongue from there all the way up to her ear, where she captures the lobe, sucking on it greedily.
Tara's lower back dips and arches as she thrusts into her wife, biting her lower lip at the sensations Shane's mouth is drawing from her, and the sweet ache of the skin over her tattoo pulling, sensitised by Shane's attentions to it. Her thumb sets into its own steady rhythm, tiny circles over Shane's clit, working that bundle of nerves without ever actually lifting from it.
Shane lets out a soft whimper, burying her face in the hollow of Tara's shoulder as she tries to adjust to the more intense and focused sensations, mouth closing on a patch of skin and suckling hard in wordless thanks. She'd never really been on the receiving end, much, before meeting Tara, so she realizes that she's probably not the most patient person in the world in that department because of that. Getting things over with more quickly for herself usually means she has more time to devote to Tara's pleasure, still slowly but surely, she's trying to learn and understand that her pleasure means just as much to Tara. Knowing that - really knowing it - makes the letting go so much easier, helps to soothe the desperate urgency some. The tarot reading had bared her, revealing her belief that nothing ever lasts, good or bad... she wants to believe the good things can last, that Tara's not going anywhere and so there's no need for the urgency, but that's something she can't do on her own.
Except she doesn't have to do it on her own, because Tara has every intention of being there, beside her, telling her and teaching her with every passing day how much she is loved, and how unconditional and uncompromising that love is. She's been resting inside Shane, moving steadily but so slowly for about ten minutes - long enough that Shane's muscles have become accustomed to her presence, and between that and Shane's self-lubrication there's very little friction as she thrusts, steadily and patiently, just slightly faster than a gentle walking pace. It feels so good to be inside Shane, just moving gently as they were, not forceful enough to distract either of their attentions, and she's beginning to think they should conduct all their conversations this way.
Tara's fingers glide in and out of her and, distantly, Shane wonders if there are any magical uses for the slickness that make Tara's thrusts so impossibly smooth. If there are, she imagines that the kind of magic that could be done with it would be very potent, indeed. Her tongue pulses and curls gently against Tara's skin for a few moments more, leaving a faint purpling mark there as she rests her cheek against Tara's. "Ohh... you feel good," she whispers, voice filled with delight and awe and love.
There are, actually. And Shane's right, the kind of magic - tantric magic - that uses those fluids are very powerful indeed. She can feel the drawing at her neck, the sweet ache that indicates the blood has risen to the surface and will take hours, if not days (oh, please, days!) to fade, but it's the tone of Shane's voice that draws her low moan into a soft cry as her thumb massages Shane's clit.
Shane lets out a low answering cry of her own, turning her head to capture Tara's earlobe, suckling on it steadily and firmly in time with the strokes of her wife's thumb on her clit. In the meantime, her left hand slides down and she lightly strokes over the mark on Tara's throat with her thumb.
She needs something in her mouth, unable to reach Shane with her own as Shane's attentions to her throat and ear drag further soft cries from her. Her free hand reaches for Shane's right, tangled in her hair, dragging Shane's fingers to her mouth for a kiss before sucking one into her mouth, her lips closing around Shane's last knuckle as she draws deeply on it.
As she feels that heat and wetness envelope her finger, Shane groans, teeth sinking into the soft flesh of Tara's earlobe, though she quickly soothes the spot with a slow, wet swipe of her tongue. Parting her lips, she lets her tongue sneak out to trace along the shell of Tara's ear, tickling and teasing. "I love having you inside me," she whispers.
She is inside Shane, and Shane is inside her. There's nothing she loves more than this, and the suction increases slightly - as does the force behind her fingers - as Shane bites down on her earlobe, the shock sending a sharp jolt of desire through her, chase by smaller shudders as Shane's tongue tickles along flesh that really shouldn't be that sensitive. She doesn't want to let go enough to reply, but the eagerness with which she's suckling might be answer enough on its own.
It's very much enough of an answer on its own and Shane's breath catches in her lungs at the feeling of it, knowing first hand what that kind of suction feels like elsewhere. Tipping her chin down, she mouths wet kisses to Tara's throat, carefully skirting around the mark she's left, though her lips come very close to grazing it. She lifts her mouth away so that she can move down an inch or two, purposefully avoiding that spot, and continues kissing her way along Tara's throat and shoulder.
There had been the assumption, she knows, of using the glass-like work of art somewhere off to her left... but truthfully, she doesn't know how to go about introducing it. Shane is warm and wet and tight around her fingers, drawing a trail of kisses that burn in a way that has nothing to do with fire. The mark on her neck throbs slightly, and she whimpers as Shane avoids it time and again, her thumb moving in tight, tiny circles on Shane's clit as her hips speed up another notch.
Whimpering softly at the increase in tempo, Shane fastens her mouth onto Tara's shoulder, suckling hard; she's so close to just teetering right off of the edge that it probably won't take much more. She can feel the trembling starting, very faintly and deeply, but still there nonetheless and begins grinding her hips down in earnest, rocking down hard to meet each thrust of her wife's fingers. A few seconds and two or three thrusts more and something shatters inside her, spreading the tremors throughout her entire body and she lets out a choked moan as she feels herself overtaken.
Tara's hips meet Shane's with a snap as Shane begins to rock harder against her, curling the tips and pressing firmly against that spot inside of her wife with every thrust, her thumb never ceasing its deliberate ministrations. When she feels Shane's muscles begin to quiver around her fingers, her mouth still sucking almost painfully hard at Tara's shoulder she lets out her own choked sob of pleasure, riding out Shane's spasms as if they were her own.
Drawing her finger carefully from Tara's mouth, Shane wraps both of her arms around Tara, fingers digging into her shoulders as she clings to her wife, tiny whimpers and cries forced from her as she comes, almost all of the muscles in her body wracked with tension and shaking from it. Finally, it gets to be too much and she drags her mouth away from Tara's throat, burying her face there instead, knowing that if she continues, she might very well hurt Tara and that's something she could never forgive herself for, even though she's caught up in the heat of the moment.
Tara's free hand strokes over Shane's hair, her thrusting stilled by muscles that clamp down upon her fingers, holding her in place, but she continues to massage that point within Shane, as her thumb continues its steady motions over her clit. A thousand tiny kisses are showered on her wife's temple and forehead as she comes, scattered aimlessly, with no further purpose than to express the love she's feeling in this precious, fragile moment of Shane's ecstacy.
Shane sucks in a ragged breath, only to let it out again as a low, guttural moan when she feels another wave pound down on top of her. Her right hand shoots up, gripping a handful of Tara's hair and hanging on tightly as she shudders, her body still writhing beneath and against Tara's, practically fighting its way through the orgasm. When the last of the hardest spasms have subsided, her muscles go slack as she pants helplessly for breath, feeling tears well up hotly behind her closed eyelids from the intensity of it all.
"My love," Tara murmurs, still dotting soft kisses along Shane's hairline as her fingers gradually gentle and slow, bringing Shane back to earth as softly as she can. "My beloved. My knight. So beautiful, Shane. So beautiful."
"I love you," Shane manages between shaky gasps for breath, though the rest of it spills out along with what little breath she's managed to catch "Iloveyouohfuckiloveyousomuchtara..."
Tara doesn't laugh the warm, throaty chuckle that wants to come out at those exhaled words, but she her lips draw back in a bright, joyful smile against Shane's temple, and the hand in Shane's hair slips into the gap between her neck and the satin sheets, brushing aside rose petals in its wake, as she clasps her wife into a close hug. "I love you, too," she whispers, her voice light with joy and devotion.
Thankfully, the rather powerful surge of emotions she'd felt is starting to even out and she can feel her cheeks growing a bit warm from her outburst. Both of her arms still tangled around her wife, she wraps them even more tightly around Tara, hanging on for dear life as she rests her head against Tara's.
Tara can feel that warmth, too - although she's not quite sure what caused it. She croons softly , the smile fading into relaxation, but still lingering at the corners of her mouth as she floats inside Shane's body and embrace.
"Uhgh..." Shane sighs ( though it's a delightedly exhausted sound rather than a disgusted or exasperated one) as she finally allows her arms and legs to relax, head landing on the pillow with a soft fwoomph.
Finally letting out that laughter, almost silent though her shoulders shake slightly, Tara slides down Shane's body and carefully withdraws her fingers. Her tongue slips out for a moment to travel the length of Shane's sex, finally culminating in a soft, almost chaste kiss at her clit. With a soft groan of her own she climbs back up the bed, sucking the fluid of Shane's orgasm off of her fingers and snuggling back up against her wife.
Shane sucks in a sharp breath as she feels Tara's tongue, back arching up off of the bed momentarily, but as her tongue is withdrawn she relaxes back onto the mattress, letting out a sound that is half groan and half purr and all-over contented as she wraps her arms around Tara's neck. Nuzzling her wife's temple, she feathers soft kisses over her cheek and when she sees movement out of the corner of her eye, she glances over and sees what Tara is doing and chuckles.
"What?" Tara protests, laughing as well. "You taste good!" She does, and Tara's not wasting a drop of it, perfectly content with Shane's flavour on her tongue, Shane's arms around her neck, Shane's body pressed the length of hers as they cuddle on those sinfully soft satin sheets. Life is good.
"I believe you," Shane replies, still chuckling as she indulges herself, nuzzling her face into the softness of Tara's hair and breathing deeply, making sure to press a few kisses there, as well, for good measure.
After a moment's silence, just enjoying those kisses, Tara closes her eyes and nods, taking a deep, silent breath before she speaks. "I... the things you said," she begins. "I want to thank you. It's not enough, but... thank you. For saying them, for letting me hear it. For telling me what it is you want. This whole night has been amazing, but... but there's nothing more I could ever ask for than that."
Shane goes very still, lips resting on Tara's hair for a moment as she realizes what Tara is talking about. Her cheeks, having only just recovered from their flush, blaze almost painfully hot again and she lifts her head a bit as she bites her lip. "You... you heard me?" She asks softly. "I -- I said all that out... out loud?"
Oh. "Yeah," she whispers. "Yeah, baby, you did, and... oh, Shane. I love you so much. So much, and I don't have words, but... thank you. For loving me that way, for giving me that, for... for sharing that with me. Thank you."
Taking a deep breath, Shane rests her cheek against Tara's hair as she closes her eyes. There was nothing she said to Tara that she wouldn't say again and louder. "I love you, too," she whispers. "And I was just... telling the truth, Tara."
"I know. But hearing it out loud... such a gift, Shane. So very blessed, to have you in my arms." She holds Shane close, her fingers clean now, both arms wrapped around her wife, her fingers stroking tiny patterns against Shane's shoulder as she nuzzles Shane's neck.
"So am I," Shane whispers, reaching up to thread her fingers into Tara's hair, gently stroking it.
Shane looses a soft, rumbly chuckle into the kiss, capturing Tara's bottom lip and gently nibbling on it for a moment. Shifting a bit to face Tara, she gently strokes her wife's leg, fingers massaging and caressing as they go. She'd realized early on that this would be a first time for the both of them and wanted to give her wife as many options and possibilities as she might want... even if those options included trying it and discovering that she didn't care for it. Though, honestly, she hoped that wouldn't be the case. It had been a rare thing, being the receiver rather than the giver in her previous sexual relationships with women and, as she'd told Tara, she'd never been fucked by another woman with anything like this... but she trusts Tara more than anything, trusts her with everything... especially this. Not to mention the thought of them sharing something like this together turns her on so much she can hardly see straight.
"Come here, baby," Tara whispers against Shane's mouth, her tongue ducking in to brush against Shane's for a moment before curling at the underside and coaxing her forward, so that Tara can suckle gently on her tongue. Hand and mouth and leg all conspire to bring Shane further towards her, and she puts the oddly shaped dildo next to her on the bed as she gently pats her lap, a soft sound of beckoning. This one is different than the others, though she still can't pinpoint exactly what makes it so. It's elegant-looking, yes... but the construction seems designed for women, a device of pleasure. There's nothing male about it, nothing overtly phallic, nothing that makes her feel as though she's trying to be anything other than she is.
Rolling forward onto her right knee, Shane draws her left leg up onto the bed, while at the same time swinging it up and over to straddle Tara's lap. She drapes her arms around her wife's shoulders, pressing close as she combs the fingers of both hands tenderly through Tara's hair. Breaking the kiss gently, she lightly rubs the end of her nose against Tara's, lips curling into a soft, sweet smile. "Is this where you want me?" She whispers.
"Almost," she replies, her fingers gently tugging at Shane's legs to help her into a more comfortable position than kneeling over Tara's lap. She guides them both to cross around her, ankles hooking behind the small of her back, capturing Shane's lips again partway through the maneouvering. The feel of Shane's fingers in her hair is always wonderful, urging her eyes to drift close, and a happy purr against Shane's mouth.
Shane's lips curl into a smile against Tara's as she hears that purr. Sweeping both of her hands through her wife's hair, she grasps thick handfuls of it, gently tugging and then releasing and then repeating the process again. Sitting this way, it's difficult for her to nestle up against Tara as closely as she'd like, but the kissing definitely makes up for that.
Her own lips drawing back to match Shane's smile, Tara wraps both her arms around her wife's back, stroking down over her old tattoo, over buttocks and thighs, smooth, soft, satiny skin. She rubs her head gently against Shane's fingers, tiny moans of pleasure emitting from her mouth at that steady massage through her hair, a more wonderful sensation than she could imagine or descrube.
Smile lingering on her lips, Shane leans in and carefully begins showering Tara's face with soft kisses. The bridge of her nose, her forehead, cheeks, chin, eyelids... every spot that she can reach gets a kiss of its own. Feeling Tara's hands on her back, a low, delighted purr escapes her as she nuzzles Tara's cheek.
"Mmm," Tara purrs under that onslaught of gentle kisses. She feels utterly pampered, showered with love that's almost impossible in its boundless depths, but true and real and pure, the greatest of all the things she knows. Her hands continue to stroke, along Shane's thighs and then back up her sides, fingers brushing at the outer curve of breasts.
Shane lets out a soft, contented chuckle as she continues peppering Tara's face with light kisses, trying to make sure she hasn't missed a spot. As Tara's hands slide up along her sides to her breasts, she rolls her shoulders back and sits up a bit straighter, disentangling her fingers from her wife's hair to reach down and gently nudge Tara's hands to cover her breasts.
Tara doesn't need much in the way of encouragement, her fingers pinching and tugging gently on Shane's nipples as she bends her head, catching one delicately between her teeth and flicking her tongue firmly over it before closing her lips and suckling the sensitive flesh deeply into her mouth.
The heat and finest touch of the edge of Tara's teeth send hot prickles of sensation trickling down Shane's spine and her breath catches, eyes closing as she cradles Tara's head between her hands, right hand tenderly stroking her wife's cheek. Even now, she still feels impossibly wet and Tara's mouth on her is only adding to that.
Slowly the hand her mouth has replaced on Shane's breast strokes down Shane's abdomen, enjoying the feeling of smooth flesh as until her fingers slip between their hips, parting crinkled hair to slide through that wetness, the tips of her fingers curling to caress Shane's clit in slow, deliberate motions.
Back slightly arched to assist Tara, as Shane feels those questing fingers brushing against her, a hard, shuddering breath is forced from her lungs. One of her hands slides to the nape of Tara's neck, the other remaining on her cheek as she smooths her thumb over Tara's cheek, gently trying to coax her wife's mouth away from her breast.
Tara opens her eyes, pink lips still plumped around Shane's nipple, to look at Shane's face. Seeing the request in those eyes she reluctantly pulls back, lifting her head as her fingers stroke and curl. Shane's clit slips between two fingers as she strokes, massaging along the sides, a continuous, gentle pressure as she moves back and forth.
Her breathing growing steadily quicker and shakier by the minute, as soon as Tara releases her nipple, Shane nestles her thumb beneath Tara's chin, tipping her head up just enough so that she can crush her lips against her wife's, both of her arms winding around Tara's neck. She moans softly as she tilts her head to deepen the kiss, but her position on Tara's lap gives her virtually no leverage to move the way she's sitting right now. So basically she's at her wife's mercy.
Deepening the kiss as requested, Tara's tongue sweeps into Shane's mouth, curling and twining wetly along the length of Shane's. For the moment she's quite contented to torture Shane as promised, 'tickling' her clit, her fingers brushing just against Shane's entrance at the culmination of each stroke, as Shane's clit nestles into the juncture at the base of her fingers, curling slightly so that her fingertips become coated with fresh slickness, which she drags back up to lubricate already-moist folds.
So caught up in kissing Tara, it takes Shane a few moments to fully realize what her wife is doing... but as she feels those fingers slide down along the length of her again, she lets out a soft whimper and tries to rock her hips down a bit to take Tara's fingers inside her. Another whimper escapes as she realizes her position prevents it and so, instead, she suckles on Tara's tongue greedily. If that's all that she can have of her wife, right now, then she'll make the most of it.
Wrapping her free arm firmly around Shane's back to cup Shane's buttock, Tara frees her other hand for a moment to give her extra support as lifts her wife, cheerfully and haphazardly turning them both so that Shane's back falls onto the bed, Shane's ankles still locked around her hips. If Shane wants more... Shane shall have more. Everything in Tara's world right now is geared to what Shane wants, though it's rare that that doesn't instantly become what she wants, too.
As Tara lifts her, Shane chuckles into the kiss, lips curling into a smile so bright that it breaks the kiss by default. Falling onto her back, she laughs delightedly, arms still looped around Tara's neck, and she unwinds her legs from around Tara's waist as she settles back. Hooking her knees over her wife's hips, she pulls Tara in close, lifting her head up from the mattress to capture Tara's lips again.
"Better?" Tara murmurs as her lips brush against Shane's, chuckling. Her own laughter is a simple response to Shane's - her wife has the most infectious grin she's ever known, and it's almost impossible to see the bright purity of that without her own smile appearing in answer. Her hand reaches back down between Shane's legs, sliding back over her clit and down through that wetness to drive, in one long, but fairly slow motion, as far into her wife as she can reach.
Jaw falling slack, Shane's eyelids flutter and threaten to close for just a brief moment, though the smile on her face lingers as she lets out a light sigh which trails off into a moan. "Yeah..." she whispers, shivering as she feels Tara pressing deeply into her.
Lifting her chin, Tara kisses first one eyelid and then the other, an openmouthed kiss with the barest flick of her tongue that gently showers her love on Shane's eyes. The next kiss is given to the very corner of Shane's eye, where the tiny crow's feet appear when she smiles. She takes a moment, as she deposits those gentle kisses onto Shane's face, to reposition her hips, making herself comfortable, before she begins to move, the heel of her hand resting against her hip as she rocks them slowly, tenderly, drawing her fingers out of Shane and pressing them back in, as if they had all the time in the world.
When she feels the kiss to the corner of her eye, Shane lets out another soft, sweet laugh, rubbing her cheek against Tara's. Long arms and legs still draped and tangled about her wife's waist and shoulders, she reaches up, hands tenderly smoothing Tara's hair and as Tara begins to move inside her, her eyes do slide closed, a breathy moan slipping from her lips. Tipping her head up, she parts her lips as she lifts her head from the pillow, blinding seeking her wife's lips and believing, trusting, that she will find them.
And find them she does, just in time for Tara to catch the last of that breathy moan in her mouth, swallowing it down like candy. There's no sweetness to the taste, but it's still far sweeter than any butterscotch or marshmallow she's ever tasted. Her tongue slips into Shane's mouth, chasing the last vestiges of that sound, as her hips continue to move, slow and languid, her fingers scissoring slightly as they slide within Shane's slick passage.
Shane moans gratefully into the kiss, drawing back to run her tongue lightly over Tara's in soft, catlike flicks. Fingers sliding through her wife's hair, she gathers it with her fingers, clutching at it gently as she rocks her hips up to meet each deliberate thrust. Each time Tara's fingers reach their deepest point, she purposefully tightens her inner muscles around them, squeezing and accepting.
That steady, deliberate squeezing feels as though it's going to drive Tara insane, but she rewards it with a curl of her fingers each time, dragging against over just the right spot as she withdraws. The feel of Shane's fingers in her hair, and the slight tug at her scalp is breathtaking, spurring Tara into tiny, almost inaudible whimpers of pleasure that meet Shane's moan.
She's not so fargone that she can't hear those whimpers and she captures each and every one of them, trading her wife a tiny kiss for each for sharing them with her. The fingers of her left hand tighten in Tara's hair even as she draws her right hand from her wife's hair to stroke over Tara's shoulders and back. She smooths her palm back and forth over the small of Tara's back, admiring the slight bowl shape to it - made as Tara draws her hips back once more - for a few moments before her palm skims down to cup Tara's buttock, cupping it and kneading it slowly in time with her wife's movements.
The tattoo in the small of her back is still sensitive - not painful, by any means, but far more sensitive than the surrounding skin - so that when Shane touches it she inhales a sharp gasp of air, her hips jerking out of the slow rhythm she'd set. She wants to push forward into the warm, welcoming tightness that is her wife and push backwards into that massaging hand at the same time, feeling like the proverbial donkey that was caught between two equally delectable bales of hay and starved to death. Unlike that donkey, though, she has the presence of mind to recognise that Shane will follow her movements, and so continues to move, her fingers slowly becoming coated with Shane's fluids.
As the tempo of Tara's thrusting goes awry, it takes Shane a moment to realize and remember the cause. Though, when she does, her lips draw back into a broad smile and she lets out a soft chuckle against Tara's mouth. She arranges her legs around Tara's hips, calves resting against her wife's buttocks, feet crossed at the ankles and draws her hand up again, pulling Tara in closer as she slowly begins stroking over Tara's tattoo with the pad of her thumb.
Tara's hips jerk again at that first touch, but when it continues, steady and slow and inexorable, Tara lets out a long, low wail. Shane's thumb seems to completely control her thrusting, her hips moving with each fresh stroke as a shiver runs through her body, muscles trembling briefly against Shane's. In what could never be considered revenge, but might be considered thanks, her thumb reaches up to find Shane's clit, again match that slow rhythm as she strokes repeatedly up the underside.
Shane exhales a shaky breath at the touch, but her own rhythm remains perfectly even and measured... a single light, careful stroke down along the length of Tara's tattoo with the pad of her thumb before she lifts her thumb up and away from Tara's skin entirely, returns it to the top and starts again. Tipping her chin up again just slightly, she catches Tara's lips up in another soft kiss, just enjoying the warmth and softness of her wife's lips against hers.
Shane's always better at controlling her body's reactions than Tara is. It's not something that bothers her - it's just the way it is, and it's the reason why she may sometimes begin to tease Shane, but it inevitably turns back on her, leaving her more desperate and wanting than her wife. After a few strokes she falls into the rhythm of Shane's motion, her hips pressing forwards slowly during that gliding touch over her tattoo, and then drawing back just a little faster to be poised and ready again at the touch of Shane's thumb. Her lips brush against Shane's in a dozen slow, soft, tender kisses, never seeking to deepen them.
It's the softness of those kisses that undoes her completely, inside... like unraveling string tied around something secret and precious and treasured. Around herself. She knows it's Tara's doing and she's not afraid of it... because she knows that Tara believes that she is precious and worth treasuring and so she'll do everything that she can to protect her, even in these, her most fragile of moments.
She does believe it - with all her heart and soul. Shane is the best human being she knows, the kindest and gentlest and strongest, all at the same time. And at that same time, she also recognises that Shane, so completely unlike a flower in every other way... can be easily bruised, like the rose petals on the bed beneath them. It doesn't destroy her beauty - as with the rose petals, the scent rises stronger when she's vulnerable. Sometimes it seems that Shane is at her most beautiful when she's like this, her walls and shell stripped away, bare and trusting in Tara's arms, knowing that even though Tara's careless words sometimes wound her, Tara would never deliberately hurt her, and would do anything and everything possible to heal any wound the moment she knew it had surfaced.
"Love you..." Shane whispers very softly between kisses, her lips still resting against her wife's as she speaks. Turning her head just slightly, she deepens the kiss a bit, fitting her mouth against Tara's, her eyes remaining closed, dark lashes resting lightly against her cheeks. She can hear the slithering sound as their bodies move together on the ridiculously indulgent and luxurious sheets, the almost inaudible hiss of the candle wicks burning... an understated symphony for just the two of them.
"Mmm," Tara replies, her lips drawing back into a sweet smile, feeling those words as much as hearing them. "I love you, Shane." She's so beautiful. So indescribably, heartbreakingly beautiful, like the most unconventional sleeping beauty ever, her fine-boned features golden in the candle light, casually strewn rose petals framing her head - and her short hair, feathering out at odd angles from where Tara's hands have run through it and clenched at it. "If I kiss you," she whispers. "Do I wake up?"
"Hmm..." The sound is a light, tiny laugh in her throat as she rubs her nose against Tara's. She loosens and relinquishes her hold on Tara's hair, letting it tumble back down into place. She opens her eyes and lightly drags her fingertips down over Tara's forehead, the bridge of her nose... her lips and chin and downward to skim over her chest, long fingers curling as they cup her breast. "That depends," she whispers back, "do you want to...?"
"If it means I wake up and you're still here... maybe. If it means I wake up and you, and all this disappear around me? Never." She leans down to brush her lips over Shane's, not quite daring a kiss, but moaning as Shane's fingers curl around her breast. "Although I'm starting to think waking up at all is... is definitely a no..."
"If you're dreaming, then that means I'm dreaming," Shane murmurs, parting her lips over Tara's, resting them there as she breathes.
"Oh, good," Tara murmurs, rubbing her nose back and form over Shane's, playfully. "I like knowing where to find you. I couldn't ever lose you, you know. All I have to do is fall asleep and you're right there, smiling at me. The woman of my dreams."
"Even closer than that..." Shane whispers, reaching along the geis between them, across that invisible bridge as she captures Tara's bottom lip, suckling on it tenderly.
As always, Tara feels the touch of the geis cord like a soundless bell chiming deep in her bones, the immediate need to be with Shane satisfied by the fingers already buried deeply within her wife, Shane's lips upon hers, Shane's fingers on her breast, and the sensation fades away into an overwhelming rightness. Her fingers curl and flex as she lets out a deep moan, her breath and tongue feathering over Shane's upper lip.
Shane's fingers stroke back and forth over the silken outer curve of Tara's breast, tracing and smoothing and mapping. She wants to learn every single inch of her wife's body and, once she's learned it all, she'll retrace her steps and when that's done, she wants to learn all of her insides, as well. Every secret, every story, every dream and white lie and mistake... because it's all her, all what makes Tara who she is. Not just facts and figures, dates and names and memories, but the textures and tones of the fabric of her history. She can feel her lips moving against Tara's, but is so caught up in the sensations that she just mistakes it for more tiny kisses...
Soft words, whispered against her mouth, and each word is a shining pearl, a glimmering diamond, a... no. There's nothing as precious as this. These words, this soft, almost silent statement of complete acceptance, for every doubt and fear and dream and hope and longing Tara has ever had. Shane says she's not good with words, says she's not a poet, but she couldn't imagine any poetry that would move her as much as these whispered vows, and her mouth trembles above Shane's. Perfectly still, other than the steady motion of her fingers - because if that stopped, Shane would surely notice and pay attention - she soaks in every word, ears straining for the sound.
She places more soft kisses on Tara's lips, layering one over the other over the other, just enough to feel the warmth of her before moving just a few precious milimeters, tipping her head or lifting her chin a bit to reach where she can. The words still come and they're not halting or hesitant or self-conscious... they're sincere and spoken with reverence and humility. Prayers. Charmed and treasured words for her goddess. They barely take any breath at all, which is why she doesn't realize she's speaking... they're half spoken but mouthed against Tara's lips at the same time in between kisses.
Feeling completely and utterly loved, both from Shane's whispered words and those delicate kisses, tears slowly well in Tara's eyes, trapped behind closed eyelids for a moment before trickling soundlessly down her cheeks. Each word is another small step towards healing the broken fragments inside her, that still catch and cut and pierce and bleed on triggers she never knows will be coming until they arrive, and her whole body is attuned to Shane's mouth, every sense she has working together to piece together meaning from those almost-inaudible sounds.
The tears don't make a sound, but as one of them lands on Shane's chin, the warmth and wetness startles her and her eyes flutter open. Pressing her head back into the pillow, she reaches up, tenderly cradling Tara's cheek; the gentleness of the touch is question enough.
"I love you," Tara whispers, her smile soft and sweet, her gaze tender and awed as she looks down at Shane. "I love you, baby. So much." She doesn't know if Shane meant for her to hear, but her heart is so full in her chest that it hurts, the best pain she's ever felt.
"I love you, too, Tara," Shane whispers back, gently running the pad of her thumb over the softly glittering trail of moisture on her cheek, wiping it away. She then carefully smooths the backs of her fingers along the same path, chasing away the chill from her skin, and lifts her head to kiss the spot and lovingly nuzzle her cheek. "Yours. Always."
"Mine," Tara agrees softly. "As I am yours. All of me, Shane. Hopes and dreams and bruises, all my secrets. The door's already come open... if you want my secrets, if you want my shadows... they're yours. All of me." It's the biggest thing she can offer Shane, and she knows Shane will understand the importance of the gift.
"I do," Shane murmurs, warm breath and soft lips feathering over Tara's skin as she speaks, lips still resting against her cheek. "I do, baby. All I ever wanted was everything..."
"Yours," Tara whispers again. "Everything. All I am." She wishes she could symbolise it, somehow, but she's already given Shane everything except the darkest shadows of herself - and even some of those - and she has nothing left to give. All she can do is find Shane's lips with hers again, a firm but gentle kiss sealing her words into a promise.
Shane's hand still gently strokes Tara's cheek, steady and soothing, as she returns the kiss. She doesn't know if she's offered everything, if she's ever actually said the words, but she's always tried to show Tara as best she could; always tried. There are still things buried so deeply that she doesn't even remember what they are anymore... she knows that they're there, is aware of them, but wouldn't know how to find them on her own. "And... I want you to have me," she whispers back. "I have pieces missing, but... everything. All... is for you."
"Thank you," Tara whispers, nuzzling Shane's cheek lovingly, a soft hum. "Can we do a dreamfasting, baby? Not now, but... on our vacation, maybe? I want to walk the streets of your mind and love on every bit of you... and let you wander where you will in me." The last dreamfasting they'd done had raised old memories, proof that the 'first time' they met, in Deb's Diner, wasn't actually the first time. She doesn't know what might come of another dreamfasting, but she wants that closeness. She wants to give Shane the secrets and shadows and dreams she's asked for.
Shane gently rubs her cheek against Tara's and nods. "Please..." she murmurs. "It feels like it's been so long since we did one. It always feels like that... and it never feels like long enough. So much... it feels like you go on forever..."
"I do," Tara replies simply. It's taken her twenty four years to live all of her memories, and her hopes and dreams and fears are added onto that, remnants of a life not yet lived. It would take at least three years for Shane to explore all that, even mind-to-mind, where so much is instantaneous. It's not forever, but it might as well be. "I love feeling you inside me, deeper than flesh can go. I love your whisper in my mind. You're the only person welcome there, but you're always, always welcome."
"I love being there," Shane whispers, drawing back to cup Tara's cheek again, thumb gently resting on her wife's temple, stroking the fine hair along the spot. Hand gently sliding through Tara's hair to cradle the back of her head, she draws Tara down, lips resting close to her ear. "I wish I could... I wish I could always stay..."
It's been ingrained in Tara not to use the phrase 'I wish', although part of her wishes there was a vengeance demon handy, who could grant this for them. She knows that's foolish, though, and she's careful in her reply. "Always. If I could, I would have you with me always, deep within me. Deeper than this," she curls her fingers against that sensitive spot as she presses them back into Shane. "Being like that with you, Shane... it feels like coming home."
Shane exhales a slow, faintly shaky breath, doing her best to keep her muscles relaxed as Tara's fingers graze the spot, though they do flutter involuntarily. When Tara's fingers are buried in her as deeply as they can go again, she tightens around that oh so welcome intrusion. She hooks both of her arms around Tara's neck, gently drawing her wife's head down to nestle in the hollow of her throat - as protected and sheltered and safe as she can make her from this position. Winding her fingers into Tara's hair again, she slowly rolls her hips up, feeling that dull, sweet ache as the limits of her are reached.
Safe in Shane. In her, with her, near her - Shane is so very many things to her, but one of them is safety. Her knight, her protector, who fought a demon with a baseball bat for her, who faced down the Powers, looked their Oracle in the eye and quietly stated how things were going to be. There is nothing Shane wouldn't do or face or endure for her - she's already faced worse on Tara's behalf than most people see in their lifetimes. Gently rocking her hips against Shane, her lungs filled with the musk of their sex, the scent of her wife and the fragrance of rose petals, Tara begins to move within Shane again.
The ache inside her is very faint but impossibly precious... muscles worked to the edge and beyond it and then again and again and yet she's barely tired. Despite the dancing and the drinking and Tara fucking her on the dance floor. The thought of that brings a smile to her face as her hands gently knead and massage Tara's back. "Did you like fucking me tonight... on the dance floor, Tara?" She asks softly, burying her face in Tara's hair and inhaling, the scent of sweat and roses and sex all mingling together.
"I always like fucking you," Tara whispers, a smile to her own voice. "On the dance floor, in our bed, under a tree with dappled sunlight over your face... Always. Anywhere."
Shane arches up slightly, pressing her body flush against Tara's, as close as she can get, nose still nestled in the softness of Tara's hair. "Where else would you like to...?" She asks softly.
"In the rain," Tara says immediately. "You in water... any water..." she trails off, with an incoherent sound that much resembles 'guh'. She closes her mouth over Shane's neck, suckling on the skin there as her hips continue their slow rocking motions, grinding down as they meet to be sure she's as deep as she can possibly go. She doesn't withdraw all the way, not able to bear coming that close to parting from Shane, her hips moving back down before her fingers are halfway out.
"The rain..." Shane echoes quietly, considering the idea. Her lips slowly draw back into a smile and she turns her head a bit to nuzzle her wife's cheek. "That sounds nice... I'd like that." Each time Tara's fingers press inside, a barely audible groan is forced from her at the intensity of the sensations. She slowly rocks her hips up to meet each deliberate thrust, still gently but purposefully squeezing her muscles around her wife's fingers. "Where else...?"
She was right before. Shane's deliberate muscles are going to drive her insane. "Everywhere?" Tara murmurs weakly, her breathing coming a little faster, her voice laced with desire. "Um... Dover," she murmurs. "Up on the cliffs. There's a little cave there, in the limestone, just out of the wind - it's not hard to get to, but people wouldn't walk there by accident, and you can hardly hear anything over the pounding of the waves. I want to take you there." In both senses of the word.
"Ohh..." The sound is a wondering sigh and Shane ducks her head, brushing soft kisses to Tara's shoulder. "That sounds amazing. I wanna do that, too..." She rests her head against Tara's, eyes sliding closed. Already, she can picture it, the soft sounds of dripping water and the hiss and rush of the waves. "You said you wanted to take me to a cave, before..."
"I do," Tara murmurs, low and wistful. "A real cave, pitch black and underground, where the air is damp, and when you shine a light there are waterfalls of rock. And I want to take you there, too, baby. It's so quiet down there. Even the sound of your breathing is swallowed by the dark, but it's not an emptiness. It's the fullest darkness you can ever imagine."
"Peaceful..." Shane whispers, shivering a bit as Tara's fingers rub over that spot again, causing her muscles to twitch and spasm. Thinking about what Tara has said, her mind catches on another one of the words. "Waterfall..."
"Yeah," Tara murmurs. "There's usually a spot behind the waterfall, where the water's worn away the rock. Where it's quiet and calm, and the water's frothy but not hard, and the falls shield you from everything else. It's the closest I can imagine to actually being able to make love with you under water."
"As soon as it's warm enough, we'll go...? Please?" Shane asks, letting her hand slide slowly down Tara's back and then smoothing her palm over her wife's side.
"Yes," Tara murmurs. And then, "which one? All of them?" She's not actually sure where to find a waterfall in the near vicinity. There's Niagra, of course, but that might be just a little bigger and more public than what she'd had in mind. Her back arches a little as she pushes into Shane's hand, her hips continuing their slow thrusting as images fill her mind, simple fantasies. She's perfectly willing to admit that when it comes to Shane, she has a bit of a thing for water.
Shane lets out a breathless chuckle, which soon catches in her throat as Tara's fingers slip inside again. "Every last one," she whispers. "Maybe Hawaii...? They have them there, too..."
"Hawaii," Tara whispers back, her voice laced with wonder and hope and joy. "They have good surfing there too, right?" She's never been, of course, but she's seen pictures, and it sounds and looks like the most wonderful place to be.
"Yeah... some of the best surf in the world, baby," Shane murmurs, her smile sweet and bright. Reaching up, she gently brushes Tara's hair away from her throat and begins pressing soft kisses along its length, pausing occasionally to nip lightly with her teeth.
"Then we go," Tara replies, decision made. She purrs softly as Shane showers attention on her throat, tiny little whimpers creeping through at the touch of Shane's teeth. Her hips continue to move, ever so slightly faster now, her fingers curling at the depth of each thrust to graze along that spot as her thumb rises again to tease Shane's clit.
Shane's lips part to allow a soft moan to escape, abandoning her tiny tortures for a moment. "Ohh... thank you, baby," she whispers, and even she's not entirely sure whether she's thanking Tara for deciding that they'll go to Hawaii or thanking her for picking up the pace.
Tara's not sure either, but the slick friction around her fingers is wonderful, and she continues to increase her pace, searching for a rhythm that makes both of them happy. Truthfully, she can't imagine any place being better than this grotto that Shane has prepared, satin and roses and candlelight and theirs, formed by Shane's love and the work of her hands as a gift to the woman she loves.
Nestling her face in the hollow of Tara's throat again, she resumes her gentle nipping and nibbling, hands lovingly stroking over every inch of Tara's skin that she can reach... always giving special attention to the soft hollow where the other half of her violin rests when her hands are in that vicinity. Shane nibbles down along the length of Tara's throat and then back up again, first with just light touches of her lips and then on the journey back up, a long, steady line of tiny lovebites.
Whimpering, Tara's free hand rises to curl around the back of Shane's neck, holding her to Tara, quietly encouraging each and every one of those kisses, stretching and arching and twisting to help Shane reach the next patch of skin she's looking for as she finally settles into a steady rhythm, her thumb stroking and flickering over Shane's clit.
A shiver courses through Shane as she feels the thrusts gaining a more purposeful sense of rhythm and she keeps her legs and arms wrapped around her wife, cradling her with her entire body and everything it's made of. She runs her fingers through Tara's hair, brushing it back from her ear so that she can continue her exploring, starting at the base of Tara's throat again and drawing a tiny line with the tip of her tongue from there all the way up to her ear, where she captures the lobe, sucking on it greedily.
Tara's lower back dips and arches as she thrusts into her wife, biting her lower lip at the sensations Shane's mouth is drawing from her, and the sweet ache of the skin over her tattoo pulling, sensitised by Shane's attentions to it. Her thumb sets into its own steady rhythm, tiny circles over Shane's clit, working that bundle of nerves without ever actually lifting from it.
Shane lets out a soft whimper, burying her face in the hollow of Tara's shoulder as she tries to adjust to the more intense and focused sensations, mouth closing on a patch of skin and suckling hard in wordless thanks. She'd never really been on the receiving end, much, before meeting Tara, so she realizes that she's probably not the most patient person in the world in that department because of that. Getting things over with more quickly for herself usually means she has more time to devote to Tara's pleasure, still slowly but surely, she's trying to learn and understand that her pleasure means just as much to Tara. Knowing that - really knowing it - makes the letting go so much easier, helps to soothe the desperate urgency some. The tarot reading had bared her, revealing her belief that nothing ever lasts, good or bad... she wants to believe the good things can last, that Tara's not going anywhere and so there's no need for the urgency, but that's something she can't do on her own.
Except she doesn't have to do it on her own, because Tara has every intention of being there, beside her, telling her and teaching her with every passing day how much she is loved, and how unconditional and uncompromising that love is. She's been resting inside Shane, moving steadily but so slowly for about ten minutes - long enough that Shane's muscles have become accustomed to her presence, and between that and Shane's self-lubrication there's very little friction as she thrusts, steadily and patiently, just slightly faster than a gentle walking pace. It feels so good to be inside Shane, just moving gently as they were, not forceful enough to distract either of their attentions, and she's beginning to think they should conduct all their conversations this way.
Tara's fingers glide in and out of her and, distantly, Shane wonders if there are any magical uses for the slickness that make Tara's thrusts so impossibly smooth. If there are, she imagines that the kind of magic that could be done with it would be very potent, indeed. Her tongue pulses and curls gently against Tara's skin for a few moments more, leaving a faint purpling mark there as she rests her cheek against Tara's. "Ohh... you feel good," she whispers, voice filled with delight and awe and love.
There are, actually. And Shane's right, the kind of magic - tantric magic - that uses those fluids are very powerful indeed. She can feel the drawing at her neck, the sweet ache that indicates the blood has risen to the surface and will take hours, if not days (oh, please, days!) to fade, but it's the tone of Shane's voice that draws her low moan into a soft cry as her thumb massages Shane's clit.
Shane lets out a low answering cry of her own, turning her head to capture Tara's earlobe, suckling on it steadily and firmly in time with the strokes of her wife's thumb on her clit. In the meantime, her left hand slides down and she lightly strokes over the mark on Tara's throat with her thumb.
She needs something in her mouth, unable to reach Shane with her own as Shane's attentions to her throat and ear drag further soft cries from her. Her free hand reaches for Shane's right, tangled in her hair, dragging Shane's fingers to her mouth for a kiss before sucking one into her mouth, her lips closing around Shane's last knuckle as she draws deeply on it.
As she feels that heat and wetness envelope her finger, Shane groans, teeth sinking into the soft flesh of Tara's earlobe, though she quickly soothes the spot with a slow, wet swipe of her tongue. Parting her lips, she lets her tongue sneak out to trace along the shell of Tara's ear, tickling and teasing. "I love having you inside me," she whispers.
She is inside Shane, and Shane is inside her. There's nothing she loves more than this, and the suction increases slightly - as does the force behind her fingers - as Shane bites down on her earlobe, the shock sending a sharp jolt of desire through her, chase by smaller shudders as Shane's tongue tickles along flesh that really shouldn't be that sensitive. She doesn't want to let go enough to reply, but the eagerness with which she's suckling might be answer enough on its own.
It's very much enough of an answer on its own and Shane's breath catches in her lungs at the feeling of it, knowing first hand what that kind of suction feels like elsewhere. Tipping her chin down, she mouths wet kisses to Tara's throat, carefully skirting around the mark she's left, though her lips come very close to grazing it. She lifts her mouth away so that she can move down an inch or two, purposefully avoiding that spot, and continues kissing her way along Tara's throat and shoulder.
There had been the assumption, she knows, of using the glass-like work of art somewhere off to her left... but truthfully, she doesn't know how to go about introducing it. Shane is warm and wet and tight around her fingers, drawing a trail of kisses that burn in a way that has nothing to do with fire. The mark on her neck throbs slightly, and she whimpers as Shane avoids it time and again, her thumb moving in tight, tiny circles on Shane's clit as her hips speed up another notch.
Whimpering softly at the increase in tempo, Shane fastens her mouth onto Tara's shoulder, suckling hard; she's so close to just teetering right off of the edge that it probably won't take much more. She can feel the trembling starting, very faintly and deeply, but still there nonetheless and begins grinding her hips down in earnest, rocking down hard to meet each thrust of her wife's fingers. A few seconds and two or three thrusts more and something shatters inside her, spreading the tremors throughout her entire body and she lets out a choked moan as she feels herself overtaken.
Tara's hips meet Shane's with a snap as Shane begins to rock harder against her, curling the tips and pressing firmly against that spot inside of her wife with every thrust, her thumb never ceasing its deliberate ministrations. When she feels Shane's muscles begin to quiver around her fingers, her mouth still sucking almost painfully hard at Tara's shoulder she lets out her own choked sob of pleasure, riding out Shane's spasms as if they were her own.
Drawing her finger carefully from Tara's mouth, Shane wraps both of her arms around Tara, fingers digging into her shoulders as she clings to her wife, tiny whimpers and cries forced from her as she comes, almost all of the muscles in her body wracked with tension and shaking from it. Finally, it gets to be too much and she drags her mouth away from Tara's throat, burying her face there instead, knowing that if she continues, she might very well hurt Tara and that's something she could never forgive herself for, even though she's caught up in the heat of the moment.
Tara's free hand strokes over Shane's hair, her thrusting stilled by muscles that clamp down upon her fingers, holding her in place, but she continues to massage that point within Shane, as her thumb continues its steady motions over her clit. A thousand tiny kisses are showered on her wife's temple and forehead as she comes, scattered aimlessly, with no further purpose than to express the love she's feeling in this precious, fragile moment of Shane's ecstacy.
Shane sucks in a ragged breath, only to let it out again as a low, guttural moan when she feels another wave pound down on top of her. Her right hand shoots up, gripping a handful of Tara's hair and hanging on tightly as she shudders, her body still writhing beneath and against Tara's, practically fighting its way through the orgasm. When the last of the hardest spasms have subsided, her muscles go slack as she pants helplessly for breath, feeling tears well up hotly behind her closed eyelids from the intensity of it all.
"My love," Tara murmurs, still dotting soft kisses along Shane's hairline as her fingers gradually gentle and slow, bringing Shane back to earth as softly as she can. "My beloved. My knight. So beautiful, Shane. So beautiful."
"I love you," Shane manages between shaky gasps for breath, though the rest of it spills out along with what little breath she's managed to catch "Iloveyouohfuckiloveyousomuchtara..."
Tara doesn't laugh the warm, throaty chuckle that wants to come out at those exhaled words, but she her lips draw back in a bright, joyful smile against Shane's temple, and the hand in Shane's hair slips into the gap between her neck and the satin sheets, brushing aside rose petals in its wake, as she clasps her wife into a close hug. "I love you, too," she whispers, her voice light with joy and devotion.
Thankfully, the rather powerful surge of emotions she'd felt is starting to even out and she can feel her cheeks growing a bit warm from her outburst. Both of her arms still tangled around her wife, she wraps them even more tightly around Tara, hanging on for dear life as she rests her head against Tara's.
Tara can feel that warmth, too - although she's not quite sure what caused it. She croons softly , the smile fading into relaxation, but still lingering at the corners of her mouth as she floats inside Shane's body and embrace.
"Uhgh..." Shane sighs ( though it's a delightedly exhausted sound rather than a disgusted or exasperated one) as she finally allows her arms and legs to relax, head landing on the pillow with a soft fwoomph.
Finally letting out that laughter, almost silent though her shoulders shake slightly, Tara slides down Shane's body and carefully withdraws her fingers. Her tongue slips out for a moment to travel the length of Shane's sex, finally culminating in a soft, almost chaste kiss at her clit. With a soft groan of her own she climbs back up the bed, sucking the fluid of Shane's orgasm off of her fingers and snuggling back up against her wife.
Shane sucks in a sharp breath as she feels Tara's tongue, back arching up off of the bed momentarily, but as her tongue is withdrawn she relaxes back onto the mattress, letting out a sound that is half groan and half purr and all-over contented as she wraps her arms around Tara's neck. Nuzzling her wife's temple, she feathers soft kisses over her cheek and when she sees movement out of the corner of her eye, she glances over and sees what Tara is doing and chuckles.
"What?" Tara protests, laughing as well. "You taste good!" She does, and Tara's not wasting a drop of it, perfectly content with Shane's flavour on her tongue, Shane's arms around her neck, Shane's body pressed the length of hers as they cuddle on those sinfully soft satin sheets. Life is good.
"I believe you," Shane replies, still chuckling as she indulges herself, nuzzling her face into the softness of Tara's hair and breathing deeply, making sure to press a few kisses there, as well, for good measure.
After a moment's silence, just enjoying those kisses, Tara closes her eyes and nods, taking a deep, silent breath before she speaks. "I... the things you said," she begins. "I want to thank you. It's not enough, but... thank you. For saying them, for letting me hear it. For telling me what it is you want. This whole night has been amazing, but... but there's nothing more I could ever ask for than that."
Shane goes very still, lips resting on Tara's hair for a moment as she realizes what Tara is talking about. Her cheeks, having only just recovered from their flush, blaze almost painfully hot again and she lifts her head a bit as she bites her lip. "You... you heard me?" She asks softly. "I -- I said all that out... out loud?"
Oh. "Yeah," she whispers. "Yeah, baby, you did, and... oh, Shane. I love you so much. So much, and I don't have words, but... thank you. For loving me that way, for giving me that, for... for sharing that with me. Thank you."
Taking a deep breath, Shane rests her cheek against Tara's hair as she closes her eyes. There was nothing she said to Tara that she wouldn't say again and louder. "I love you, too," she whispers. "And I was just... telling the truth, Tara."
"I know. But hearing it out loud... such a gift, Shane. So very blessed, to have you in my arms." She holds Shane close, her fingers clean now, both arms wrapped around her wife, her fingers stroking tiny patterns against Shane's shoulder as she nuzzles Shane's neck.
"So am I," Shane whispers, reaching up to thread her fingers into Tara's hair, gently stroking it.