Title: Baby-sitting
Author: Mac
Email: mac_0_1_2@yahoo.co.uk
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Willow and Tara baby-sit Dawn.

"But Mom!"

"But nothing, dear. I don't want to hear another complaint out of you. You cannot come!"

"Please! Buffy's going!"

"That's because Buffy is over eighteen. You, honey, are not." Joyce clicked her tongue and grabbed her coat off the stand. "Buffy! Are you ready?" She called up the stairs.

"Yeah, Mom! Give me a sec."

The doorbell went.

"Ah, that'll be Willow and Tara." Joyce walked over to the door.

"You mean Xander and Anya aren't minding me?" Dawn said happily.

"I had a feeling you would prefer it if I recruited Willow instead." Joyce opened the door.

"Hi Willow! Hi Tara!" Dawn said excitedly. "This is so cool! We can do spells and stuff. It'll be *so* much fun!"

"No you won't be!" Buffy shook her head as she walked down the stairs. "Under no circumstances are you three to be performing any spells whatsoever." She pointed to them all.

Dawn stuck her tongue out at Buffy. "Dawn-" Buffy said in that special warning tone of hers.

"Buffy, sweetie, we have to go, cause if we don't we're gonna be late. I don't want to miss the beginning of this film because it looks really good. The critics haven't stopped raving about it since it came out." Joyce slipped on her coat and looked at her daughter.

"Yeah, ok, let's move."

"What are you going to see?" Willow asked, hugging Dawn.

"Hannibal."

"Ooooh, that's supposed to be really gross," Willow smiled down at Dawn. "You should be glad that you're not going to see that."

"Have fun girls and I'll see you about twelve, ok?" Joyce was being pushed out the door by Buffy.

"Bye, Ms. S-S-Summers." Tara said.

"And no magic!!" Buffy called back as Dawn slammed the door shut, she grinned up at the two witches.


15 Minutes later.

"Goddess Vita, we call upon you to show us the way forth and guide us in our decisions that we may make." Willow, Tara and Dawn were all holding hands, sitting in a circle on the floor around some incense candles and a spell book. Willow chanted first.

"Goddess Patrona, keep us safe in the future and forever more, we will forever be in your debt." Tara barely whispered, the flame in one of the candles began to flicker wildly.

"Goddess P-Pru-Pruden-whata?" Dawn stopped and wrinkled her nose. Trying to remember the name from the book of Goddess's that Willow had given her.

"Prudentia." Willow corrected for her, she still had the same calming look on her face.

"Ok." Dawn began again. "Goddess Prudentia, help us gain knowledge and become wise and old in our minds." Dawn flinched slightly as the candle flickered its red-hot tongue at her.

"Goddess Sanus, free us from sickness and keep us healthy with your power." Willow smiled, as the flame grew larger.

"Goddess Felicitas, bring us good fortune." Tara's eyes flickered open as the flame calmed and almost went out.

"Goddess...Amore, bring forth the one who loves me."

"No!" Willow gasped and blew the candle out, hopefully before the Goddess could respond.

Dawn's smile fell off her face. "What?"

"You should never pray to Amore, she's very temper-mental, you should never trust her at all. I hope she didn't respond to your plea." Willow shook her head.

"I-I don't understand." Dawn stuttered looking from Willow to Tara.

"Well, you see... Goddess Amore she's not the nicest Goddess there is. She can take your plea and twist it so it'll be bad and comes back to you three-fold." Tara took Willow's hand in hers and rubbed it softly, trying to soothe her.

"Three-fold?"

"Yes, it's a bit of a m-myth with witches. If you do black magic and purposely cause someone else harm, the hurt and pain you caused will come back to you, only three times worse. So Amore takes your plea and converts it into something bad, and since it was actually you who made the plea it comes back to you times t-t-three."

"I'm sorry, Willow, I never realised-"

"It's ok, Dawn. Maybe that's enough spells for today. We don't want to light the candle again in case Amore does want to contact us." Willow picked up the candle and went into the kitchen.

"Tara, I didn't know... I'm really sorry." Dawn looked up at the blonde.

"It's ok, I'm sure Willow has done s-s-some s-silly stuff whu-whu-when she's been casting spells." Tara picked up the book. "Will you pick up the incense sticks? We'll take them upstairs."

"Here, put them in here." Dawn gestured to her open drawer. Tara slid the book in the wooden drawer and put the incense sticks on top of it.

"You should get ch-ch-changed for bed."

"Yeah, ok." Dawn threw off her top and bra, which she didn't really need, but it made her feel older when she wore it. Tara blushed and turned away, looking at her CDs and books on her shelf.

"Ruh-ready?" Tara asked.

"Yep." Tara turned around and Dawn climbed into her bed. Willow walked into the room.

"Willow I'm really sorry." Dawn bolted up in her bed when she saw the red head enter the room.

Willow sat down on the bed beside her. "Shush." She put a finger to her lips. "It's ok, sweetie." She stroked her hair. "Go to sleep, yeah?" Dawn nodded and as if on cue, yawned.

"G'night Willow, g'night Tara." Willow stood up and held her hand out to Tara; Dawn lay down and closed her eyes.

"Goodnight." They said together and then left the room.

When they were downstairs they sat on the sofa. "That was a close one Tara, we have to be more careful with Dawn and magic. If anything happened..."

Tara shook her head and took Willow's hand in her own. "It's ok, nothing did happen, did it? So there's nothing to worry about, is there?"

"No... I guess not." Willow looked at Tara. "When do you have to go? Not soon?"

"No, in about half an hour. I'm sorry, Willow, I would st-st-stay but I have to g-get this paper finished."

Willow nodded sadly. "It's ok, I totally understand." Tara smiled and leant over; she kissed the red head deeply. Willow sighed into the kiss, feeling Tara's tongue run over her bottom lip and dart into her mouth and dwell with her own. Willow moaned softly. Tara pulled away.

"I know what we could do until you have to go." Willow said with a slight smile on her face. Tara blushed, making the red head laugh at her, she straddled her. "Are you blushing Tara?" She laughed again. "It looks really adorable."

Tara's hands landed on her waist, she looked up at Willow with complete adoration and love in her eyes. Her hands travelled up her abdomen and cupped her breasts, Willow sighed and arched into her hands, moaning softly as her thumbs brushed over her nipples.

"I love you." Tara whispered, her hands lifted up the red heads top, revealing her taught stomach. She leant over and kissed it gently, watching as Willow flexed it and goose bumps appeared all over it. She went to take the top off, but Willow's hands stopped her.

"Why?"

"What if Dawn came down?" Willow smiled and bent down, kissing the blonde's neck, gently scraping her teeth over the pulse vein.

"Oh..." Tara gasped and held onto her head. "Oh yes."

Tara's hands moved down her back, tracing her fingers in and out the joints in her spine. She moved them around the front of her body, they landed on her buckle. When Willow didn't stop her, she undid the buckle and threw the belt onto the floor. She slowly unzipped her jeans, and then flicked the button out of its hole. Her hand slid in. Her breath caught in her throat and she whimpered. Willow wasn't wearing any panties... fuck, she hadn't been wearing any all day. Willow sucked at her neck, eliciting another moan out of the blonde.

"W-W-Willow-"

Willow put her finger to her lips. "Shush..." her hand went down and covered Tara's. She pressed the hand harder into herself. "Just... please..."

Tara slid a finger between her lower lips, feeling her wetness dripping around her finger; Willow began to breath in that special way. Tara knew when she breathed like that she was feeling really hot and horny. Her hips began to move in a slow rocking rhythm over her hand. She traced her finger over her clit; she looked up and watched the look of pleasure on Willow's face. Her finger slid down and she gently eased two fingers into her tight, wet channel.

She groaned as she felt Willow's soft pussy clench and flex around her fingers, moving to get accustomed to them. Willow put her hands on the sofa cushions, behind Tara's head. She clutched the material between her fingers. Her breathing became laboured. She stared down into Tara's eyes, gently pushing her hips into her hand. She moved her hips with her hand so slowly it was hard to see if she was making any movement at all, only the sound of her breathing was increasing.

Tara's thumb pressed against her clit, feeling her walls clench around her fingers. She pulled her two fingers in and out slowly. Willow tossed her head, moving her hair out of her eyes, her breath began to get caught in her throat, and she began to cry out softly. She bucked her hips hard, all of a sudden, as Tara pushed a third finger into her body.

"Oh... oh... Goddess..." Willow moaned softly, pumping her hips a little quicker with Tara's hand. The blonde traced her thumb over the shape of her clit, she pressed her thumb down on it hard, and then rubbed it in circles. Her other hand, which had just been on the sofa, slid up her top and she began to pinch one of her nipples softly.

"Willow..." Tara moaned. "You're so wet..." Willow moaned again as the sounds reached her own ears; she could hear the sounds of Tara's fingers jabbing in and out of her wet, tight sex. Then Tara curled her fingers, pressing down *hard* on her g-spot.

"No-No-N-No..." Willow cried, feeling the tension that had been building up in the pit of her stomach grow more. It was almost unbearable. Her hips began to buck and thrust against Tara's hand like she had no control whatsoever over them. But the blonde kept her fingers there, pressing harder and harder all the time.

"Oh-OH Goddess! Please... Stop!! Oh..." Willow cries were becoming louder.

Tara's hand left her breast and slid in her trousers, she pinched her clit, twisting it gently. That was it, that did it. Willow's eyes widened and she had this expression that almost bordered on pain. She ducked her head down and pressed her lips against Tara's, muffling her screams. She felt her inner walls contract and clench wildly around the blonde's fingers, her whole lower body moved against Tara's hands, pumping and jarring as each contraction came.

When she finally came down from her high, she stopped kissing Tara and moved off of her, slumping down on the sofa.

"Whoa... that was so-" Willow shook her head, running her hands through her hair. "Amazing."

"I know." Tara nodded. "I-I d-d-don't know what c-c-came over me. Usually I stop when you say stop, but I couldn't."

"You know what happens when you do that! I scream, Tara." Willow grinned up at the blonde. "I can't help it, but I do."

"I know, and I heard you say no, and then it was like something took control over me and I c-c-couldn't stop."

"Can you imagine what would've happened if Dawn had seen us?!"


15 Minutes earlier.

Dawn sat up in bed, she couldn't sleep, and she wasn't in the mood. She heard Willow and Tara talking in the front room. Quietly she tiptoed out of her bedroom. Listening carefully she heard a low, husky laugh. It was Willow! Why was she laughing like that? She never laughs like that. She got to the edge of the stairs and slowly eased her legs down each step, until she got so far down that she could now see into the living room.

Her eyes widened as she did a double take. Willow and Tara were kissing, more then friendly, way more. No way. She had no idea- Willow and Tara? No way.

"I know what we could do until you have to go." Willow smiled up at Tara, Dawn's eyes widened more as she saw Willow sit astride the blonde. Willow now had her back to Dawn, but the brunette could still see what was happening. She whispered down to the blonde, something that Dawn couldn't hear. Then she watched as Tara cupped the red head's breasts and rubbed her nipples, Willow gasped and arched into her hands. Dawn could feel a burning, throbbing start between her legs.

Tara began to lift up her top, but Willow stopped her. Dawn frowned.

"Why?" Tara asked.

"What if Dawn came down?" Willow bent down and kissed Tara's neck, Dawn cursed herself. She watched as Tara gasped and held onto her head. The blonde's hands moved about around Willow's middle. Dawn couldn't get a good view. She realised what was happening when Tara gasped and Willow's hips jarred forward slightly.

"W-W-Willow-"

"Shush. Just... please..." Willow's hand covered Tara's and she pressed it harder against her own sex. Dawn began to breath a little harder. Dawn's own hand moved between her legs and she pulled it back and forth a few times before she took it back. She loved Willow. More than she cared to admit. And seeing her like this- it did things to her mind and body that she'd never felt before.

Willow's hips were moving so slowly with Tara's hand, even Dawn was feeling frustrated. But her breathing was increasing and the sounds' coming from her throat were more then just sighs and gasps. Dawn looked from Willow's rocking hips to Tara. She jumped slightly as she locked eyes with her. Oh-my-god! Tara was looking directly at her. Tara smiled softly. Then Willow cried out and her hips slammed down against Tara's hands, Dawn nodded. Harder... do it harder, she thought, hoping to get it across to Tara.

"Oh... oh... Goddess..." Willow's hips moved quicker, Tara's hand disappeared up her top.

"Willow..." Tara looked away from Dawn to Willow. "You're so wet..."

Even Dawn could hear the sounds of skin against wet skin; she blushed slightly, feeling the throbbing between her legs become more persistent. Then the most bizarre thing happened: Willow cried out and her hips thrust really hard against Tara's hand.

"No-No-N-No..." Her hips bucked wildly. She tossed her head from side to side.

"Oh-OH Goddess! Please... Stop!! Oh..." Dawn slid the hand back between her legs; she pulled it back and forth, her thumb pressed hard against herself. She was so beautiful... her hips slammed down against Tara's hand, the blonde's other hand moved down and slid between her legs. Dawn had no idea what Tara had just done to Willow, but whatever it was it blew her mind.

Willow's whole body tensed, she gave a short cry before she started to kiss Tara deeply, screaming into her mouth. Her hips pumped forward irregularly; each time they pumped forward she would exhale sharply against Tara's mouth. When her hips did finally stop, she kissed Tara one last time and rolled off her and slumped onto the sofa, Tara looked up at Dawn and nodded upwards. In other words: go to bed.

Dawn scrambled as quietly as she could up the stairs; she tiptoed along the hall to her room. She slid under the covers and shivered. Wow. She still had that insistent throb between her legs, which came back worse when she thought about Willow. She wondered if Buffy knew that they were more then just friends.




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