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Author's Notes: This was written for Rachel who told me she couldn't find any Anya/Tara fics. Thanks to Vikki for checking over and assuring me it wasn't too awful.
Summary: Anya gets to live out a fantasy she's always had about Tara.
Anya counted the money from the cash register a final time. There was so much she could hardly believe it. All this money! She was feeling giddy from running it through her fingers time and time again as she counted it.
More than that she was getting turned on. If only Xander were here.. he could creep up behind her as he'd done so often and take her breasts in his large hands. His blunt fingertips would run over her nipples as he took the full weight of each breast and then he'd pinch each nipple softly, which would elicit a small moan from deep within her. Leaning further forward, Anya would press her firm butt into Xander's crotch, instantly feeling a stirring within his pants. He would gasp and without looking she'd know that he had a huge grin plastered on his face.
Shaking her head she snapped out of her fantasy. Xander wasn't here. There was no point thinking about what might be happening if he was. It would just get her more turned on and getting caught masturbating behind the Magic Box counter was not something she wanted to happen. She resumed filling in the takings for the day.
The bell above the door jingled as someone wandered in.
"We're closed now. Come back and give us your money in the morning," Anya said without looking up. There was no reply. She looked up to find Tara standing uncomfortably in the middle of the store.
"What?" Anya said bluntly.
"I-I'm l-looking for W-Willow" she said quietly, her stutter becoming more pronounced than usual. The ex-demon made her nervous. Tara knew Anya wasn't one of Willow's favorite people and she figured there must be a reason for that, even though Willow had never explained it. That and her energy always seemed like it was ready to break free from her body she was so sexually super charged. Tara was afraid that if the circumstance were right, Anya might jump her.
She was also afraid she might not resist.
"Haven't seen her. Aren't you two usually joined at the hip?" Anya asked putting the money away into a brown bag.
"S-she had a late class and said something a-about meeting Xander. I j-just assumed it w-would be here" Tara slowly, noticing the way Anya's shirt seemed to accentuate her breasts. She peeked again and was sure she could see the ex-demon's nipples straining against the silky fabric.
"Xander is watching Dawn. Maybe they are at Buffy's house?" Anya smiled. The girl was nervous, for whatever reason.
"Oh," Tara said looking a bit disappointed. Or scared. Scared because she couldn't help but think Anya was smiling at her for another reason.
Normally she wouldn't even be thinking that the ex-demon would be at all interested. She was still having trouble believing that Willow thought there was something worth having inside her. At the Bronze one night she'd overheard one of Xander and Anya's many arguments. Anya was a little bit drunk. Xander seemed to be feeling threatened because Anya had been noticing some one else. She hadn't meant to listen but Willow and Buffy were lost in their own conversation and she didn't really have anything else to do. As the argument progressed it had surprised Tara to learn the "someone else" was herself. It seemed that Anya was wanting something else in her sex life, not because Xander didn't turn her on, but simply because he didn't have the endurance she craved. Xander was offended but also trying to delicately explain that Anya couldn't just have Tara, Tara was special to Willow, and how would she feel if say, Buffy wanted to borrow Xander as a sex toy? To which Anya laughed and told him that would be a dream and he should wake up.
Since then Tara had been increasingly nervous around Anya. However that didn't stop her from noticing her firm, toned body more so than usual either. No matter how hard she tried to keep focus, her eyes kept wandering over the ex-demon's body.
"Well I'm nearly done here," Anya said looking at the shy witch. "We could head over together when I'm finished."
"O-okay" Tara looked at her feet. What was she supposed to do until then? There was only so many times her eyes could survey the shelves of the Magic Box before she'd be bored. Despite the fact Anya said she was nearly done, Tara knew there was nothing she loved more than money and counting it could take a while. Anya knew how to keep the witch occupied.
"You overheard the argument Xander and I had at the Bronze didn't you?" she shot at Tara. It wasn't meant to be an accusation but it came off sounding like one.
"N-no. I didn't mean to" Tara blushed. How had the other girl known?
"It's okay. I don't care. It made you feel uncomfortable though didn't it? That's why you've hardly said two words to me since that night." Anya was trying to be comforting but it really wasn't working.
"I d-didn't think you'd notice" Tara said shyly. That much was true.
"I did," Anya said abruptly. "I've always noticed you looking at my body."
Tara didn't respond but turned bright red.
"And it's okay," Anya told her, putting another wad of cash into the brown bag. "I've been looking at you too. I think you're sexy."
"Oh. Um. T-thanks I t-think" Tara didn't think it was possible to blush more than what she was but her body proved her wrong.
"I'm embarrassing you aren't I? Xander says I'm embarrassing," Anya prattled more to herself than Tara.
"It's o-okay," Tara walked over slowly. She didn't want the ex-demon to feel bad about her inability to talk about sex and related matters. She put her hand comfortingly on Anya's shoulder. Anya misinterpreted the gesture as one of acquiescence rather than comfort. Tara was alarmed to find Anya kissing her suddenly, pushing her against the counter. Her lips were soft, and her tongue was urgent, trying to work it's way into Tara's mouth. Tara broke away quickly, trying to ignore the sudden warmth and arousal between her thighs.
"What are you doing?" she asked Anya putting her hand to her mouth. Anya looked confused.
"I thought this was what you wanted," she said quietly. "Your lips are softer than Xander's." Tara was a little bit disgusted. She didn't even want to hear about Xander, have visuals of Anya kissing him. Anya was soft, but firmer than Willow. Definitely more forward.
"It's not," Tara lied, hoping there was no way the ex-demon could tell she was lying.
"I'm..." Anya began, then noticing a look in Tara's eyes. The witch was just as turned on as she was! She was lying. "You know what? I'm not sorry. Because I think you want this as much as I do. I won't tell Willow, if that's what you're worried about."
Tara looked away and didn't say anything. How had she known? Anya sprung upon her again and kissed her harder this time. Tara surprised them both by kissing back, pausing only to suck gently on Anya's bottom lip. She heaved herself up on the counter and Anya stood between her legs.
"If all girls kiss as good as you I can see the appeal in being a lesbian," Anya murmured when they paused for air. Tara blushed and nervously licked her lips. Another moment passed before Anya pounced onto them again. As their kiss grew deeper their bodies were drawn together. Tara suppressed a moan as Anya's firm breast pushed against hers.
"Should I take off my shirt now?" Anya asked, her hands positioned at the hem, as though she were ready to rip it off the moment Tara said to.
"Um.. o-okay," Tara blushed again. Why was she doing this again? Willow was sure to find out, and would not be happy. Anya tore off her shirt and Tara's eyes took in her bra-clad breast, gasping as she noticed the other girl's nipples poking out. She was more surprised to find her hand reaching out and sliding over Anya's stomach and up to cup her breasts. Anya let out a small gasp and then a sexy sounding moan. Tara tweaked her nipples through her bra, enjoying the sensations that Anya's moans were awakening in her body. She reached around and unclipped the bra and then licked down Anya's collarbone. Anya moaned again and ran her hand up Tara's leg, under the skirt she was wearing. Tara bit back a moan of her own. Suddenly an awful thought crossed her mind.
"What if Buffy gets back early and Xander and Willow come looking for us?" she cried in alarm to Anya.
"I didn't think of that. Xander probably won't care, it'd be like a fantasy come true for him," Anya laughed imagining Xander's reaction to walking in on her with her hand up Tara's skirt.
"But.. Willow?" Tara still looked alarmed. Anya checked her watch.
"It's still early. We have at least an hour before Buffy will even be back," Anya tried to comfort the witch. She didn't want to stop now. She could feel the warmth radiating from between Tara's legs from the spot on her thigh where her hand rested.
"O-okay," Tara stuttered, nervous again. She could feel Anya's warm hand on her thigh and didn't really want to stop at this point either.
Their kisses became more heated and they ended up writhing naked behind the counter. Her skin is so soft, Anya thought running her hand up Tara's spine. She slid it around to her stomach and down over her soft curls. Tara gasped as Anya's hand snaked its way down her body and into the wetness between her legs. For someone who claimed she have never done this before, Anya seemed to know just where to touch her. She gasped again as Anya ran a finger over her clit.
"This isn't fair," she moaned grabbing Anya around the waist and dipping her own hand down between Anya's legs.
"How am I supposed to con-oh-concentrate when you're doing that?" Anya gasped, her voice rising on the last syllable of the question. She cried out as Tara slid two fingers easily inside her and forgot everything that she was supposed to be doing to the witch.
Anya was lost in ecstasy. She'd never leave Xander, but she was thinking about asking Tara to give him some lessons. Surely it wasn't possible for something to feel this good without a penis? She writhed under Tara's touch, her hips bucking unconsciously, unaware of anything except Tara's hand steadily moving inside her.
She's so uninhibited, Tara thought as she watched Anya squirm at her touch. She still felt rather guilty about doing this to Willow. Another moan escaped Anya's throat and Tara turned her attention back to writhing sweating mess that Anya had become. She shuddered under Tara's touch and began the first of what would be a long string of orgasms.
When she'd finally stopped trembling and moaning Anya went to pounce on Tara but Tara gently stopped her.
"I c-can't," she said quietly. She's already over stepped the mark by touching Anya the way she had. It just didn't seem as wrong in her mind if she stopped it now. Anya stared at her. "We s-should go soon."
"You're probably right," Anya said pulling on her pants. "Xander might decide to come and see what's taking me so long," Anya thought about what might happen if Xander did stop by the Magic Box.
"I need to find Willow," Tara said quietly, quickly pulling her clothes back on.
"You go on ahead" Anya was thinking about Xander sneaking up behind her and taking her in the rough, urgent way he often did. "I'll just finish up here." Tara scampered away quickly while Anya took a deep breath and began counting the money again and thinking naughty thoughts.
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