Willow opened the door to the Science lab, and sneaked inside. She felt guilty being there behind Buffy’s back, but it wasn’t like she lied to her. The young witch *was* in the Lab, working on spells, just as she said....only she was definitely not alone.

“Willow?” Tara smiled, “I didn’t think you would show up, after the whole rose thing. I’m glad you did, though.”

“It takes a lot more than flying flora to scare me,” Willow giggle, nervously.

“So, what spell are we going to work on this time?” Tara asked, getting out her Witches’ bags.

“Well,” Willow said, sitting down on the floor behind one of the large tables, “I thought we would concentrate on....concentration. If we’re going to do spells together, we have to really think as one. That’s gonna take some time.”

“Okay,” she smiled, sitting across from her friend, and taking her hands, “So, what do we do now?”

“We need to try and think of the same things,” Willow said, closing her eyes.

Both girls closed their eyes and concentrated on each other. Willow’s senses seem to heighten, as she focused her thoughts only on Tara. Her hands tingled in hers, feeling the warmth of the other girl’s skin touching her. It was a strange sensation. Almost like when...

“What is it?” Tara asked, when she felt Willow tense up, “Am I doing this wrong?”

“N-no,” Willow stammered, “It’s just...”

“I know,” Tara sighed, “I feel it too.”

Tara scooted herself closer to Willow, until their legs touched. This sent a jolt through Willow’s body, causing her to gasp with surprise, and shiver slightly. She held her breath as Tara reached out to touch her face.

“W-what are you doing?” Willow shivered, trying to hide her desire.

“I’m following your thoughts,” Tara breathed, “Don’t be scared.”

“I-I’m not scared,” Willow protested, “It’s just...I...oh...”

Tara got onto her knees and crawled around next to Willow. She was just as nervous as her friend, but the impulse was far too great to ignore. She slowly leaned into Willow and gently kissed her on the lips. The touch was so tender, and non-threatening, Willow found herself relaxing and actually enjoyed it. Being kissed by a girl was very different from being kissed by a boy. There was a kind of gentleness that she didn’t feel when she kissed Oz or Xander. It was soft, and sweet, and...

“Wow,” Willow sighed, when they parted.

“Yeah,” Tara agreed, her pupils were dilated with passion.

The blonde witch moved behind Willow and began to kiss her neck. Willow moaned softly, as she felt Tara’s hand slid up her sweater, and slip under her bra. She could smell the sweet perfume, and feel her soft hand caressing her breast. It was a wonderful, new sensation.

And very erotic.

Tara sat behind Willow, and swung her legs around, pressing her crotch up against her backside. Willow moaned again, when Tara’s hand slid down to the top of her jeans, and popping the button open. She then pulled the zipper down, trailing her hand down to rub Willow’s crotch through her pants. She placed her hand on Tara’s as the young witch rubbed harder through the denim.

“Oh...wow,” Willow gasped, feeling the heat quickly rise, “Mmmmm....”

“You smell so sweet,” Tara sighed, rubbing up against Willow. She slipped her hand down her pants and was surprised at how wet she was, “Mmmm...and so hot too.” She purred, as her fingers slid in and out of Willow’s wetness.

Between the hot kisses on her neck, and Tara’s hand stroking her clit, Willow felt herself loosing control. She began to buck uncontrollably, as her breath came in short spurts. She shuddered and fell back into Tara’s arms, exhausted, but far from spent.

Tara bent down and kissed her, delving her tongue into her mouth, while she began to undress her. In a few minutes there was a pile of clothes tossed in the corner. As the girls kissed on another, Willow worked up the courage to allow her hands to roam. First they traveled to Tara’s firm breasts, rubbing her nipples until they became hard. She heard a little squeak of pleasure coming from Tara, as she continued to kiss her.

Willow moved her hands down to her belly, feeling the soft, taunt flesh of her abdomen. The more they kissed, the bolder she became, until she found herself sliding her hand between Tara’s thighs. Touching her was not like when she would pleasure herself, alone in her room. Then, she would usually think of Oz, and pretend it was his hands caressing her. But this? She was becoming aroused again at the sound of her friend’s moans. She was pleasuring another person, and not even thinking about anyone else. And now, she was being pleasured too.

Both girls laid down on the hard tiles, not even noticing how uncomfortable it really was. They only noticed the feeling of electricity passing through their bodies as they touched, and caressed each other. Willow wiggled against Tara’s hand, while she continued to drive her partner wild with her gentle kisses.

They positioned themselves so that they could both rub their sex against each other, increasing speed with their mounting orgasms. Willow could feel her clit throb under the pressure of Tara’s crotch, and cried out as a wave of pleasure swept through her. It was then that Tara inserted two fingers inside her and pumped them quickly. Willow laid back down, unable to do much more than wriggle with ecstasy, and call out her name.

As Tara fingered fucked her, she reached down and began to rub her clit, trying to keep up with Willow’s groans. Soon, they we both moaning together, tumbling over the edge together with one single cry.

They laid in each other’s arms for a few minutes before gathering up their clothes. Willow and Tara dressing in silence, avoiding each other’s glances.

Finally Willow spoke, “This is silly,” she said, still flushed from their love making, “I mean, what just happened was...well....wow!”

“I know,” Tara agreed, “I just...never felt like that before.”

“Me neither.” Willow admitted.

Tara was silent for a minute before asking, “So, what do we do now?”

Willow thought about it for a minute, contemplating the irony of the situation. It was less then a year ago when she first met her vampire alter-ego, and was shocked to find out that she was gay...or at least bi-sexual. She swore that the creature wasn’t really her, but deep down, she felt a strange attraction to her. And now, here she was, standing in front of a woman she just...well....whatever, with...and she felt that same attraction. So, why was she so afraid to admit it?

“Because I don’t want to be like her.” Willow said aloud.

“Be like who?” Tara asked, confused.

“Oh,” Willow realized she had spoken her thought, and quickly said, “This girl I knew. She was a total bitch, and I just don’t want to be like her.”

Tara place her hand on Willow’s cheek and smiled, “You’re the nicest...most beautiful...girl I know.”

“I am?”

“Well, yeah,” she nodded, kissing Willow on the lips, “Why did you think we gelled so well? I mean, didn’t you feel the connection the first day we met?”

Willow smiled back and held her hand, as they walked to the door, “Yeah, I guess I did. I’m just going to have to get used to this.”

“Me too.”

Willow laughed, “I don’t even want to know what my friends are going to think.”

Tara put her arm around Willow and laughed back, “I hope they’re jealous.”

“Me too.”

The end.