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Spoilers: Watchers Episode: May Day.
Author's Notes: I had some writer's block, and my best friend always suggested that the cure was to "write porn." The result is this, my first NC-17 story.
Summary: A first time PWP about Willow and Rowena set just after "May Day."
One night shortly after Beltane, Willow sat in her living room reading some 13th century Spanish poetry as a way of brushing up on the differences between Old and Modern Spanish. The air held a light honey scent from the beeswax candles flickering on the mantle. A knock at the door made her look up.
After marking her place with a scrap of paper, Willow walked over to the door and opened it. The greeting dying on her lips, the witch stared at her guest. The maroon button-down shirt and blue jeans that Rowena wore had been distracting Willow all day. So many times while in the middle of saying something, she would look up and catch a glimpse of Rowena. At those moments, the only word left in her brain was, "Wow."
Rowena tore her eyes away from the milky-white skin of Willow's chest showing over the tank top she wore. Licking her lips, she looked over Willow's shoulder into the apartment, "May I come in?"
"Oh sure!" Willow jumped away from the door to give the blonde a way in. She tried to cover her staring, hoping Rowena hadn't noticed, "I wasn't expecting anyone to drop by so late…"
"I hope it's okay."
"Yeah. As you can see, I was just reading," Willow said as she closed the door. Turning around, she found Rowena so close that she almost crashed into her. Yelping, she stepped back, but the solid panel of wood blocked her movement.
Rowena grazed her teeth over her bottom lip and then tilted her head slightly, "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you."
Willow involuntarily licked her lips at the sight of Rowena's mouth so close to her. She tried to sound casual, "So what brings you here?"
"You," Rowena took a step closer, bringing their bodies within inches of each other. "I couldn't stop thinking about you today. I also noticed that you got distracted every time you looked at me."
Willow opened her mouth to try denying the claim, but her eyes widened when Rowena leaned forward and kissed her. Her shock slowly faded away at the feel of Rowena's hands grasping her hips. She vaguely recognized her own whimper when the smaller body pressed into hers at the same time that Rowena pulled Willow's bottom lip into her mouth.
When Rowena finally pulled away, Willow was breathing hard. Eyes halfway glazed over, she just stared at the slow grin pulling at Rowena's mouth, "Am I dreaming?"
Amusement glinted in Rowena's eyes, "Do you dream about this so often that you have to ask?" Without thinking, Willow nodded. "Good," Rowena whispered into the witch's ear.
Willow's eyes fluttered closed as Rowena laid a line of kisses along her neck. Arching her neck and tangling her fingers in the blonde locks, she pulled Rowena closer. A shiver ran under Willow's skin when the watcher's small hands moved under her top to slide up the sides of her torso.
Wanting to see the skin that her hands were touching, Rowena stopped her assault on Willow's neck long enough to lift off the witch's tank top. As the small breasts were exposed, Rowena gasped slightly. Licking her lips, she saw the pink nipples before her harden. They rose and fell in time to Willow's breathing, begging for the first of many touches. Rowena felt her own nipples getting stiff in response and rub against the inside of her shirt.
Rowena looked up to meet Willow's gaze. Though her lips were slightly parted, Willow kept her silence, as if almost afraid of doing something to make the watcher bolt again before anything else happened. Rowena noticed the green eyes dilate when she brought her hands back up to Willow's hips. She was watching Rowena's fingers graze along her torso but pressed her head back into the door with a dull thud when the watcher finally cupped her hands over Willow's breasts. The feel of Willow's nipples becoming tauter against her palms made a wave of warmth flow under her skin.
When Rowena leaned forward to kiss Willow's neck once more, she bit her lip in order to hold back a moan even while pressing her chest into Rowena's hands. The haze of lust that Rowena's advances created in her made it hard to think clearly. She felt herself being pulled away from the door and steered backwards through the apartment toward the bedroom.
As Rowena slowly guided Willow, she ran her hands over the witch's skin and repeatedly kissed her collar bone. The warm scent of skin filled her senses, and she pulled Willow's shoulders back slightly. Lowering her head, she covered one of the hard, pink nipples with her mouth and sucked gently.
"Oh, Goddess," Willow gasped at the warmth of Rowena's mouth. Her hands grasped Rowena's shoulder and hair, urging her closer. With those words, Rowena felt the moisture between her legs increase. She couldn't believe how good Willow's breast tasted, and flicked her tongue over the tip.
Suddenly, Willow pushed the blonde away. Her hands worked feverishly at the buttons on the shirt, but the task required almost more concentration than she could muster. In frustrated need she growled, "Too many damned buttons!"
"I know," Rowena agreed, working on the lower buttons herself.
When the last button finally gave way, Willow pushed the material away from the blonde's shoulders. Her hands stopped at Rowena's elbows as she caught sight of her bare chest for the first time. Letting the shirt fall from her grip, Willow traced Rowena's neck and shoulder with her left hand while cupping her right hand along the side of a breast. The fullness and weight against her palm reminded her of why she had realized with Tara so long ago that she was a breast woman. Wetting her lips, she moved her gaze up to Rowena's hazel eyes and murmured, "You're so beautiful."
Rowena smiled, but then hesitated and took a deep breath, "I know all about having everything be slow and perfect the first time, but Willow, can we just postpone that until next time?" She took a step forward, pressing their bodies together. Pulling Willow's face closer, she kissed her deeply. Rowena's tongue slid against the witch's and then explored her mouth for a long moment. She kissed her way to Willow's ear and whispered heatedly, "I want you so much, Willow. I just want to devour you right now."
Willow whimpered as she struggled to keep her knees from giving way under the new wave of lust that washed over her. She nodded and buried her face into Rowena's neck, nipping at her skin. Rowena moaned her encouragement.
As the women blindly staggered toward the bed, their hands worked off the rest of the clothes that each of them wore. The sheets had already been turned down somewhat, but a few well-aimed pushes with hands and feet cleared the rest of the way as mouths and tongues tasted warm skin. The room filled with soft moans and gasped breaths while their hands followed the contours of their bodies.
Leaning over her, Rowena moved her hand across Willow's hip and brushed the backs of her fingers through the soft patch of curls covering the mound of her pelvis. She gazed into Willow's eyes as her fingers moved slowly. The dim glimmer from the waning gibbous moon outside coupled with the faint glow of candles in the next room gave just enough light to see her expression.
Rowena's heart raced faster than before when she felt the redhead's legs spread for her. Wrapping her arms around the blonde's body, Willow drew her closer. She kissed the full lips before whispering, "I need you, Ro. Please touch me."
Willow's plea was more than enough invitation for Rowena to slide her hand down between the parted legs. She groaned at the feeling of wetness clinging to the curls. Willow rocked up into Rowena's hand as the blonde watcher massaged her mound and lips.
Rowena's head reeled with the sensations and the sounds of pleasure coming from the witch. Her body acted on its own, pressing down into Willow's hip. When Willow bent her leg slightly and lodged it against her moist center, the watcher gasped and fought to catch her breath. Biting her bottom lip hard, she refocused on the movements of her hand and her lover's pleasure.
As she massaged, Rowena worked her fingers into Willow's folds. The wetness dripping from Willow made her fingers slide easily. She bent close to kiss her neck, tasting the sheen of sweat building up on the skin. She groaned when the redhead found her left nipple and started rolling it between her fingers.
Willow jumped at the electric shock that shot through her body when Rowena's finger ran over her clitoris. "Yes, Ro," she gasped, arching her hips up to the watcher's fingers. Her green eyes closed tightly as Rowena slowly massaged in a circle around the base, but flew open again at the feel of the fingers quickly flickering over the tip of her clitoris.
Rowena began moving down Willow's body and felt a wave of wetness escape from her center as it slid down the thigh wedged between her own. Her concentration wasn't helped at all when Willow ground her thigh upwards with a satisfied chuckle. Rowena shook her head to clear it before taking the witch's nipple in her mouth. Her fingers continued to massage, dipping down occasionally to gather some of the thick, warm liquid and bring it back up to rub into Willow's clitoris.
Arching her breast up to Rowena, Willow buried her fingers in the blonde hair. She moved her fingers rhythmically, encouraging the watcher to keep suckling her breast. She rocked her hips into Rowena's hand, whimpering and moaning from the waves of pleasure racing through her body. "Goddess, Rowena, please don't stop," she begged.
Willow ran her free hand down Rowena's side, feeling the curve of her waist. When she reached the top of the watcher's hip, she moved her hand to Rowena's arm. She could feel the muscles in her forearm flexing in time with the movements of her fingers. Willow placed her fingers on top of Rowena's and they both stroked her moist flesh.
Both women were breathing heavily. The rhythm of Willow's hips was increasing its pace, and Rowena could feel little shivers skittering under the redhead's flushed skin. Her whimpers rose in pitch, and Rowena felt Willow suddenly grasp her hand and guide it down to her entrance.
Rowena looked up to watch Willow's face and then slid two fingers inside. Overwhelmed by the feel of the warm walls grasping her fingers, she just barely kept her eyes open to see the grimace of pleasure on Willow's face. She panted in surprise at her own body's reaction and realized how much wetter Willow's leg was becoming because of her own rocking.
Rowena stretched her thumb up to Willow's clitoris as she moved her fingers in and out of the witch. Willow moaned her name and bucked hard under her from the doubled sensations. Rowena gazed at her lover's writhing body, marveling at how swollen her inner walls became as she rubbed against them. Suddenly she saw a change in Willow's reactions. Her panting was getting shallow and uneven. Rowena also felt little spasms taking over Willow's movements.
Rowena leaned a bit closer to Willow's face. She licked her lips and whispered, "That's it, Willow. Keep going. Follow me, baby." Increasing the pace of her fingers, she flickered her thumb firmly around and over Willow's clitoris. Willow's hands clenched the mattress just before her body tensed. Rowena moved her fingers as much as she could, but they were clenched tightly by the quaking walls.
When Willow threw her head back against the pillow, Rowena knew she had never seen the witch look as beautiful as that moment. It seemed as if her face was lit from within. At the same instant, Rowena felt a flood of wetness rush past her fingers. As Willow continued to orgasm, a wave of warmth ran up Rowena's arm and crashed over the rest of her body. It wasn't as strong as what she had felt on Beltane, yet it was much more intimate. When the wave hit her center, she gasped and shuddered in her own orgasm.
Once Willow's body relaxed, Rowena reluctantly removed her fingers from their warm nest. She looked worried when she heard the redhead gasp, but the smile on her face reassured the blonde watcher. She leaned forward and kissed Willow softly.
"Mmmm," Willow murmured, tasting Rowena's lips slowly, "that was…wonderful." She took in Rowena's bashful smile, then thought of something, "I thought you told me you've never been with a woman before?"
"I haven't," Rowena furrowed her brow.
"Then how did you do such a good job on your first attempt?"
Rowena's eyes sparkled as a smile spread over her face, "I'm a watcher…I know how to research."
As the information sank into Willow's brain, her eyes widened, "You didn't, like, go to porn sites on the web, did you? Because those aren't real lesbians, uh, so I've heard. I mean, Dinah and Debbie Do Dallas is probably geared towards male fantasies of lesbians."
Rowena chuckled. She kissed Willow fully before answering, "Oh please, I think I can research better than that." She suddenly looked a bit worried, "I was better than that, right?"
"Most definitely," Willow reassured her with another kiss.
Rowena murmured in pleasure. After kissing Willow's neck for a bit, she added, "By the way, if you want to watch any lesbian movies, there's about 5 more days before they're all due back at the store."
"You didn't!" Willow lifted Rowena's head to look her in the eyes. "You did!" she laughed and then rolled the blonde onto her back. A wicked gleam flashed in the green eyes, and she began kissing her way down Rowena's body, "There are a few things most of those movies don't show."
Rowena's eyes widened as she moaned in sheer pleasure, "Oh God, Willow! That definitely wasn't in the movies."
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