Experimentation Is... by Kaz

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and his merry band of cohorts own everything except the plot. My own demented little mind thought that up.
Distribution: Near Her Always /nha.magical-worlds.us/
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Feedback: Yes please.
Spoilers: None.
Author's notes: my first f/f fic. So be kind, please! Also, my first time writing Tara. I know I'm not writing her completely in character (if at all!) so suggestions are welcome.
Pairing: Willow/Tara

Willow snuggled up next to Tara, completely content with the world. Her hands caressed the warm, curvaceous body of her girlfriend absently while her mind marveled at the love she felt for the woman beside her. Everything was perfect. Tara was perfect, their lives were perfect, and the sex was...

"W-willow?" Tara asked softly, her voice wavering. She had finally got up the nerve to ask her question. 'If I can get it out,' Tara thought to herself, annoyed with her stuttering.

Willow blinked, thrown completely out of her internal musings by her girlfriend's stammer. Usually when it was just the two of them it went completely away. 'I wonder what she's nervous about?' Willow mused. "Yeah, honey?" She said to Tara.

"D-do you think we could...maybe...if you want to...experiment a little?" The blond witch asked hesitantly, unsure how Willow would react. If Willow said yes, it would change their relationship forever, something that Tara thought could be good. Not that Tara wasn't happy with the current status quo. In fact, she was elated with her girlfriend and their relationship. Which was why she wanted to see if Willow wanted to go further. She had experimented before and it opened her eyes to new worlds of pleasure. She wanted to share that with Willow.

"Sure. What kind of experiment? I have a real nifty Bunsen burner and heat tong kit that I got for my twelfth birthday that we could use," Willow said eagerly, her head resting on Tara's shoulder.

Tara cheeks reddened a little as she realized Willow had missed her point completely. Her nose scrunched up, trying to decide how to phrase it. "No, sweetie. I, um, don't mean s-scientifically. I...um...mean sexually," she admitted, crossing her fingers mentally as she felt Willow stiffen slightly against her.

Willow pushed herself up so she could see her girlfriend's face. "Sexually?" Tara nodded. "Am I doing something wrong? 'Cause you know, you should always tell me if I could do something better."

"No! No, you're wonderful," Tara assured her, a hand reaching up to push Willow's hair away from her face. She leaned her head forward and kissed her softly. "But...i-it'd be fun to try something new once in a while...maybe...if you think you want to. It's...um...kinda like those little peanut butter crackers we have. If that's all we eat, we'll get tired of them. But...if w-we try the cheese crackers once in a while, the peanut butter crackers will be yummier later. And how do we know we won't like them better? The cheese crackers I mean."

Willow wrenched herself from her lover's grasp and sat up, her face showing her hurt and confusion. "I'm...I'm peanut butter crackers? You want to find somebody who'd be the cheese crackers? Or...or have you already found somebody? Have you been having cheese crackers with somebody already? Is that why you've been distracted?" Willow tried to get up to leave the bed, but Tara's arms around her prevented her from moving.

"No, sweetie. No cheese crackers for me, at least not in that way. What we have is amazing, b-but haven't you ever wanted to try something more d-daring?" Tara asked, tightening her hold on her girlfriend. She kissed Willow's neck right below the ear and felt Willow relax slightly. She smiled against Willow's neck as she made her way to Willow's ear. Flicking out her tongue, she traced it lightly, stopping only when she felt Willow give in to her ministrations. "What I meant before...it's just...I want to try something...a little...um...kinky."

"Kinky?" Willow asked, confused as to why Tara had stopped kissing her ear. She blinked and turned her head slightly. "Kinky, huh? You want to get all naughty with...handcuffs and whips and stuff?" Willow asked, her mind racing to catch up with the conversation.

Tara smiled and pulled her girlfriend back onto the bed, curling into her. "Maybe. If we decide we want to. I just...want us to be open to try new things like that. I-I've been trying to figure out how to ask you for a few days. I didn't mean to be all distracted," she said, her apology coming through in her voice. Tara could tell Willow's mind had caught hold of the idea and was running through the possible outcomes.

Silence descended as each witch was lost in her thoughts. Finally, Willow spoke up. "Have you ever...experimented before?"

Tara nodded. "A little bit. I've tried...well, there were handcuffs...and naughty outfits...and whipped cream and strawberries," she admitted. "You never know how messy whipped cream can get until...um...never mind. But, I just...I think you should...see what's is out there, in the sex department."

Tara wondered what was going through her lover's mind. She remembered how she reacted the first time her then-girlfriend had suggested handcuffs. She had been shocked, to say the least; not to mention scared, and secretly aroused. 'Or perhaps not-so-secretly since Laura bought a pair of handcuffs the next day,' she thought wryly to herself. It had been fun and she'd enjoyed herself, so much in fact, that when they broke up, Laura had let her keep the cuffs. She smiled to herself at the thought. She still had them, locked away in her trunk. She hadn't used them since, but they were a nice memento of her first foray into the kinkier side of life. Claire, her last girlfriend had had a pair of leather cuffs, which she had also had the opportunity to use. 'If Willow agrees, I think we should make a little trip to the store,' Tara told herself. 'I know how much she likes different feelings on her skin. She'll probably go nuts over leather stuff.'

Tara's thoughts were interrupted by another question from the redhead. "Did you like it? I mean, obviously you did if you're suggesting it now. But...will I like it? Will we like it? What if we don't like it?"

"I-I don't know if we'll like it. I liked it. But only you'll be able to decide if it's a Willow-activity or not. And if we don't like, we don't do," Tara said sensibly.

Willow nodded, already back in her thoughts. Did she want to try that? Would she like it? 'VampWillow certain did,' her subconscious reminded her. Willow winced to herself at the reminder of her vampire self. 'Will doing kinky stuff make me like her?' She asked herself. 'No. 'Cause hello, not a blood-sucking demon.' Willow gulped. She'd never really considered actually tying somebody up for sexual purposes before. And who would get handcuffed, her or Tara? 'I'm not sure if I'd like to try it from both sides. But it does sound kinda...fun,' she admitted to herself. "Okay, I'm willing to look into it," she heard herself say.

Tara smiled happily. "Thank you, sweetie." She leaned over to switch off the light above their bed.

"Welcome," Willow murmured as Tara snuggled into her and started to drift off. She lay awake while her girlfriend fell into a deep sleep 'Should have asked Tara what happens,' she chided herself. She had tried to imagine what types of things could happen but was hampered by the fact that she had no idea what any of it would feel like, or even if it would be fun. 'Guess I can ask her tomorrow morning. And I'm sure the net has information.' She smiled at the thought of research. 'Yes,' she thought sleepily. 'That's what I'll do...research,' she promised herself as she too drifted off to sleep.

Tara opened the door to the apartment she shared with Willow. She stopped in shock at the sight that greeted her. Her mouth hung open as she gaped. Before her was Willow, spiral notebook in hand, multi-colored pens and various books surrounding her. What had caused Tara's shock, however, was playing on the TV. "W-W-Willow?" Tara managed to squeak out around her shock.

Willow stiffened minutely and pressed pause on the remote before turning to greet her girlfriend. "Hi honey. How was class?"

Tara stared at Willow for a moment before fighting back a grin. "It was great. Very enlightening," she answered. She paused a moment, trying to decide how best to phrase her question. "What are you doing?"

"Research," Willow answered with a slight blush. She glanced at the TV screen and winced as she realized what she had paused on. The two women on the screen were frozen, one tied to a giant cross, the other dressed in black leather standing behind her. Willow had managed to press pause to exactly catch the impact of the flogger on the naked woman's back. Both of the participants wore such expressions of pleasure that Willow couldn't help but be jealous. Tara cleared her throat, causing Willow to start. "Oh yes. I'm researching for that...thing...we discussed last night. See? I've been taking notes and everything!" Willow said, holding up her notebook.

Tara bit her lip to keep from smiling as she took the book from her girlfriend. Willow had color-coded the notes. Definitions of BDSM implements were in blue, a Domme's responsibilities in red, a sub's in green. As Tara flipped through the pages of meticulously written notes, she noticed a pattern. Willow had put smiley faces by certain activities and frowning faces beside others. "Wow, honey. You've really...done a lot." Tara said softly, smiling at her girlfriend.

Willow let out of a sigh of relief. She wasn't sure how Tara would take her note-taking. "I, um, I made up a list in the back, of the things I wouldn't mind doing. In one of my books, it said negotiation is a vital part of a D/s relationship. So we'll need a list of the things you would like to try, the activities that excite you the most at the top, I can make a chart showing the comparisons."

"Sweetie? I really don't think we'll need a chart," Tara put in before Willow went on.

"And we need to discuss a safeword to use. That way if you don't like what I'm doing to you, you can say it and then I'll know you want to stop," Willow told her.

Willow faltered, realizing she had made an assumption that could be wrong. She bit her lip before continuing. "Well, yes. I don't really like the idea of someone else telling me what to do and doing things to me," she said. Her eyes widened as she realized how her statement could be taken. "Not that I don't love you baby. I do. I love you so much, but it kinda wigs me out to think of being tied up. Too many Hellmouth experiences I guess."

Tara leaned over kissing Willow softly. She wrapped her arms around her girlfriend and gazed into her eyes. "Well, I do like it. The idea of being tied up I mean. Very much. Gives me tingly feelings all over."

"Well, that just works out perfectly then," Willow said, leaning her forehead against her girlfriend's and gazing into her eyes. They stayed like that for a moment before Willow pulled away and held up her notebook. "Now, we do need to negotiate the activities we'd like to try. Here, I made a checklist," she said, handing her girlfriend a piece of paper and a pen. "Put a check mark beside the stuff you want to do and then a number rating how...um...how excited it makes you. 1-10. 10's the highest and 1's the lowest. So don't, like, get all confused and put one as the highest since being first is good. 'Cause that's not how I'm rating it."

"Okay honey. Ten is the highest. Got it," Tara answered, sitting down with the checklist.

Willow straightened the various books, videos and pieces of paper lying around the room. She put her pens back in their container, making sure to arrange them in order of the colours of the rainbow. When she was finished organizing she looked over at Tara expectantly only to find her immersed in the checklist. Willow frowned as she sat down to wait. She grabbed a piece of paper and a pen that had escaped the roundup and began making up a list of possible safewords. She looked up when she heard Tara put the pen down.

Willow smiled and took it. As she quickly went over the list she was pleased to find that several of the things she most wanted to try were high on Tara's list of excitable activities as well. 'Bondage -10, spanking, a 9,' Willow read with a barely restrained grin. She looked into Tara's smiling face as she handed over her completed checklist. Tara quickly skimmed it, grinning at the various points of commonality.

"We have a lot in common, don't we?" Willow said, pleased. Tara nodded as Willow handed over her next piece of paper.

Willow shook her head. "Nope. A list of possible safewords, arranged alphabetically."

"Oh," Tara said, somewhat amazed at Willow's organizational frenzy. She ran a finger down the list, stopping when she got to the "T" section. She pointed to it. "There. I want that one."

"Tweed." Tara said, also giggling. She scooted over next to Willow, who immediately put her arm around her girlfriend. Tara laid her head on Willow's shoulder, grinning up at the redhead from her position. "So, have you decided what you want me to call you?"

Willow blinked. "I...I haven't thought about that yet. Um...how about M'lady Willow? Or just M'lady for short? 'Cause there will probably be some times when you're not going to want to say the whole thing so having something that can be shortened is good, right?"

"But I'm new and I don't know too much about this whole thing. And anyway, what if I call you something that you don't like and it ruins the mood? Then you won't enjoy yourself and I'll blame myself and we'll both be miserable. So you should just tell me now what you like and don't like so that doesn't happen," Willow reasoned.

Tara giggled. "Okay, honey." Tara scrunched her face up in thought. "Um...I don't think I'd like being called any mean words, like bitch or anything. But...I-I l-like words like...pet...or sub," Tara admitted.

Willow breathed a sigh of relief. If Tara had wanted her to call her by some of the names the woman in the video was called by, well, she wasn't sure if she was entirely comfortable with that right now. Willow smiled. "Sounds good to me, sweetie."

The two were silent for a few minutes, just absorbing the magnitude of the step they were going to take. Finally, Tara spoke up. "So. W-when do we want to do this?"

Willow swallowed nervously as she surveyed the bedroom. Everything was perfect. She had tied silk scarves to the headboard and footboard of the bed, which was devoid of covers. The lights were turned down fairly low, a few candles adding what Willow hoped was ambience. Willow also made sure that the bedroom was warm enough that no one would be too cold when clothes had been shed, but she made sure to put a blanket within easy reach for after-sex cuddles. She glanced at the clock and noted that Tara's class had let out five minutes earlier. Clutching her robe around her slender body, she began to pace. After the fifth time around the small room she stopped, inwardly amused at her nervousness.

She took a deep breath and sat waiting on the bed. 'I better look over my notes one more time,' Willow thought to herself anxiously. Leaning over to the bedside table, she pulled out her notebook and flipped to the page marked "Experiment 1: Bondage". A neat, concise outline followed, approximate times were noted by each heading, and vital points were marked with a star. She was so intent on her notes that she didn't notice Tara until she was standing next to her.

Willow jumped slightly, relaxing as she looked up into Tara's smiling face. "Hi. How was class?"

"It was...class. I was kinda distracted by all sorts of naughty thoughts," Tara admitted sheepishly.

Willow grinned. "Oh, really? I like that I get you all distracted. Makes me all warm and fuzzy inside." Tara just smiled back at her. "So, do you wanna?" Willow asked. Tara nodded, her smile growing even larger, her eyes widening in anticipation. "Okay. Um, then why don't you go get undressed and come back here," Willow suggested.

Tara nodded slightly. "Yes, M'lady Willow," she said softly as she walked into the bathroom.

Willow could feel her heart beating rapidly, her nipples hardening and her pussy begin to get wet. 'Wow. I mean, wow. Just one little thing, her calling me M'lady Willow and I'm all ready to burst.' Willow thought to herself in amazement. Quickly, she stood up and shed the robe, revealing the black satin bra and panty set. Black lace thigh highs attached to a black satin garter belt. She tossed her slippers in the corner and reached under the bed for the pair of black heels she had borrowed from Buffy. 'I'll have to let her know I borrowed them later,' Willow promised herself. She stood waiting, forcing herself to act calm and patient, while inwardly she was bouncing in excitement and nervous anticipation.

Tara opened the bathroom door and stood nude in doorway. She looked at Willow, her eyes showing her surge of lust at the sight of the redhead. However much she wanted to take Willow in her arms, she refrained herself, simply waiting for the redhead's next instruction.

Willow looked up and saw Tara waiting. She smiled. For some reason, it seemed as if the butterflies in her stomach were a million miles away. A feeling of calm washed over her as she gazed at her lover. "Come closer, Tara. I want to see you," she instructed.

Tara obeyed, walking closer until Willow held up a hand, indicating she stop. Willow circled Tara, admiring her body. Her full, firm breasts, her nicely rounded ass, her flat stomach. "You're gorgeous, baby," Willow said reverently.

Willow frowned. 'Why does she always do that? Can't she see how gorgeous she is?' She walked closer to Tara, her finger pushing her chin up lightly. "I don't like it when you look down. It makes me think you're ashamed of yourself for some reason. You have nothing to be ashamed for. You are beautiful."

Willow nodded, satisfied for the moment. Taking Tara's hand she led her to the bed. "Do you remember the safeword, Tara-pet?" She smiled at her spur-of-the-moment name for her lover.

Willow grinned. "Yep," she agreed, giving her girlfriend a soft kiss. The amusement quickly dissipated as she relaxed how close she was to Tara's naked body. "Now, why don't we get started. Lay down on the bed, spreadeagle."

Tara did as she was told. Willow leaned over her, fastening the scarves around her wrists. Willow's satin encased breast hovered over Tara's face. She gave it a quick kiss, unable to stop herself.

Willow pulled back and raised an eyebrow. "Did you have permission to do that, pet?"

"Then I guess we'll have to punish you later, won't we?" Willow asked, her eyes showing her lust at the thought.

Willow quickly fastened the other three restraints. After asking if Tara was comfortable and receiving an affirmative answer Willow went to the nightstand and opened the drawer. She could feel Tara's eyes on her, questioning. Deliberately blocking Tara's view, she took out a long ostrich feather. This, she had borrowed from Giles' apartment earlier that day. The watcher had given her a knowing look, but hadn't said a word about it. "Tara, close your eyes and keep them closed until I say you can open them."

Willow walked to the bed, the feather in her right hand. Delicately, she touched the tip of to Tara's left shoulder, running it down her arm, then back up. She trailed it over one breast, then the other, studiously avoiding contact with Tara's nipples. The blonde's eyes remained closed, but her lips parted as her respiration increased. Willow traced a path down between the blonde's breasts, down her stomach to her pussy. The feather stroked lightly up and down the wet core, eliciting moans of delight from the blonde. "Do you like that, Tara?"

"Yes, M'lady Willow. Very much," Tara said softly, her voice thick with passion.

Willow grinned happily, thrilled with the response she had received from Tara. She put the feather aside and sat on the bed. She looked at Tara for a moment, noting the blissed expression on her face. 'She must be in sub space! I made her go into sub space! Yay me!' Willow thought happily, almost bouncing on the bed in giddiness. Reaching out a hand she cupped Tara's breast, catching the nipples between her thumb and forefinger. She squeezed it gently, causing Tara to gasp. She turned her attention to the other breast, summoning another pleasured moan from her lover.

Pulling away from Tara made the blonde whimper in disappointment. Willow smiled, her fingers teasing the blonde's inner thighs. Tara's hips bucked forward automatically, her ankles pulling at the restraints. Willow frowned. "No no, pet. Don't move until I say you can," Willow admonished, hoping it wasn't asking too much of her girlfriend.

Willow waited a moment to see if Tara would safeword, but when none came, she continued. Running a finger up Tara's pussy, she felt the wetness coat the tip. She stopped just short of Tara's clit, refusing to give into the temptation to cause her lover to orgasm as quickly as possible. She continued teasing the blonde's pussy and thighs. Finally, she gave in to the blonde's whimpers and moans and began stroking her clit.

Tara gasped. "Oh, goddess, M'lady. It feels so good!" She moaned. Her hands pulled against the silk scarves that bound them, the silk slipping and sliding along her wrists, but not giving.

"Oh, good," Willow said, her voice sultry. Without warning she thrust two fingers from her other hand into the blonde's pussy, while her other fingers continued their assault on her clit.

Tara gasped in pleasure. She could feel the pleasure building. Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her, as Willow continued to thrust in and out of her. When the redhead added a third finger, Tara knew her orgasm wasn't too far in the future. "Oh goddess! Oh goddess!" She babbled in ecstasy. Her mind managed to remember the protocol of the situation before she gave into the intense feelings. "M...M'lady, may I...cum?" She gasped out.

"Open your eyes and ask me, Tara-pet," Willow instructed, needing to see the pleasure in her lover's blue eyes as she came.

Tara opened her eyes, almost exploding at the sight of Willow in her black satin, mercilessly fucking her with her fingers. "May...I...cum...M'lady?" She managed to get out as she struggled to hold off her orgasm.

Willow smiled in pleasure. "Yes, pet, you may move and come whenever you want," she answered. She was rewarded by a shriek from Tara's hips thrust upward, impaling herself more on Willow's fingers.

"Oh god, WILLOW!" Tara screamed as her muscles clenched around the redhead's fingers, drenching them in her cum.

Willow smiled in triumph, pleasure coursing through her own body at the heights of pleasure she had taken her lover, her submissive. 'God, this is...intense,' she thought to herself as Tara began to calm down from her orgasm.

Once Tara had come down from her orgasm, Willow eased her three fingers out and held them up. Meeting Tara's eyes, she put the fingers in her mouth, licking and sucking the juices from them. Tara's eyes began to glaze over once again. Leaning forward, Willow kissed Tara on the lips, letting her taste herself. Tara moaned at the contact.

Willow nodded, trying to keep her enthusiasm in check as she reached up to undo the blonde's restraints. With a few quick movements the blonde was free. Willow pushed her underwear over her hips and down to the floor. Taking her place on the bed, Tara kneeled beside her. "Make me cum, pet," Willow instructed breathlessly. The feeling of power flowed through her, making her feel wonderful.
Tara smiled and lowered her mouth to the redhead's rosy nipples. Sucking on one, then the other, she heard Willow's moans become louder. When Willow pushed lightly on her shoulder, she took the hint and settled down between the redhead's thighs.

Flicking her tongue out, she ran it over Willow's labia, tasting her. Gently parting Willow's pussy with her fingers, she began circling the redhead's clit with her tongue. Two fingers found Willow's drenched opening and slowly entered her.

Tara obliged, and began fucking the redhead with her fingers, her mouth sucking and biting on her clit.

Willow tossed her head, moaning aloud in pleasure. "More, fingers," Willow gasped out.

Tara grinned inwardly, as she added a third finger. Under Tara's skilled mouth and fingers, Willow felt herself lose control, her body climaxing in a powerful orgasm. She cried out as the waves overtook her.

Tara disengaged her fingers, licking them clean as Willow lay gasping. The redhead opened an eye, still panting, to gaze at her girlfriend. Wordlessly, she held out her arms for the blonde.

"That was...that was...wow," Willow finally managed to gasp out. 'Didn't even use my outline,' she thought to herself.

Tara nodded. "Uh huh. Definitely wow," she agreed. "So...do you think we might be able to do this again?"

Willow leaned down and kissed her girlfriend lightly, smiling. "Oh yes. Experimentation is definitely fun." Willow replied. "Besides, I still need to punish you for kissing me without permission."

Tara smiled and snuggled closer to her lover and now Dominant. "I love you, Willow."

"I love you too, Tara. So much," Willow answered softly, gazing with love into Tara's face. They kissed again, very leisurely. Willow looked at her lover, and smiled. Reaching a hand over the side of the bed, she grabbed the light blanket she had put there and spread it over them.

The two lay in silence, each just relishing their pleasure and contentment. Completely sated and relaxed, they soon dropped off to sleep.

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