Post by willowsummers on Apr 2, 2010 1:31:45 GMT -5
I expect this to be everyone's favorite. 
A mildly suggestive first installment. ;p I plan to add more later.
Willow knocked on the door of Tara’s dorm room and heard the soft sounds of the young woman inside. The door opened and Tara gave a cheerful but rare smile.
“Come,” she said with an air of enchantment, widening the door to allow Willow into her private sanctum. The walls were painted black as a dark night sky and laced over it were strings of white Christmas lights.
Willow entered, feeling the closeness of the other as she passed her and could sense the door closing behind her. “I’m glad you wanted to get together,” she spoke, “I know it’s late.” In truth she felt a little guilty inviting herself over but her own dorm room was empty and this new friendship excited her.
Tara smiled again, looking at the white sand filled bottle in Willow’s hand, “Thanks. I was glad you called.” She looked up at Willow’s face then, commanding contact with her smoky blue eyes.
Holding the contact, Willow spoke in a soft distracted tone, “There’s a spell I’ve always wanted to try that requires the cooperation of two people.” It was implied by the words and the vulnerable tone with which it was said, that Willow had never met anyone else to share it with.
Tara shifted as if preparing herself and her voice lifted, “How does it work?”
Willow handed her the white sand and told her to make a star on the floor with it. This would channel the energy. As Tara opened the bottle and poured the sand into her hand, Willow pulled a rose delicately wrapped from her purse. “We’re gonna float the rose,” she said as if advertising it. “Then use the majiks to pluck the petals off, one at a time. It’s a test of synchronicity. Our minds have to be perfectly attuned to work as a single delicate instrument.
“Cool,” the blonde replied and her hands moved with the beautiful, ritualistic intricacies of witchcraft.
Willow laid the rose in the middle of the design on the floor. They were both sitting with their legs crossed and Willow reached her hands out for Tara’s. As she waited for the other girl, she noticed their skirts that draped over them but in a safe distance from the circle of sand. She felt Tara’s smooth hands slide into hers and grasp her softly, the tingly feeling a caress gives passing over her.
“Now close your eyes and concentrate on levitating the rose,” Willow spoke softly and she watched the girl do as she told her. She closed her eyes too and all she felt was the girl’s hands, supporting her.
Willow imagined the rose exactly as she had last seen it on the floor, then she envisioned it becoming lighter and lifting. This part she could do alone and so could Tara, but they were preparing for what they would have to do together later. Willow could feel that it had worked as if the rose was a part of her. She opened her eyes and saw Tara do the same.
“It worked,” Tara said happily and Willow smiled. “Yes, now for the hard part- the petals.”
The sensitivity in the room allowed Willow to feel Tara take a deep breath as she closed her eyes again. Their hands still clasped, holding each other loosely as one does the reigns of a horse. Willow was aware that they were focusing on the same petal and could feel it lifting with their thoughts. As the petal peeled away from the rose and fell gracefully to the floor, Willow found herself feeling very sensually excited and her breath quickened. The second petal was picked and they both commanded it to remove itself from the parent flower. Tara’s hands gripped Willow tighter.
Suddenly there was a rush of power in the room like a gust of wind through an open window and the spell was broken. An aggressive and very powerful force broke their connection and sent the rose shooting across the room, eventually falling as a smoking skeleton of itself.
“What happened?” Tara asked sadly.
Willow’s eyes were wide and she spoke in a stilted, alarmed tone, “Some other very powerful force just interrupted us, I think.”
Tara’s breaths were heavy and visible and she stared at Willow in a way that commanded her to look back. Willow eventually pulled her attention away and said disappointedly, “I think I need to go find out what that was.” She stood up and as Tara joined her she added, “I’ll come back tomorrow if you want.”
Tara nodded with a shy but large smile.
A mildly suggestive first installment. ;p I plan to add more later.
Willow knocked on the door of Tara’s dorm room and heard the soft sounds of the young woman inside. The door opened and Tara gave a cheerful but rare smile.
“Come,” she said with an air of enchantment, widening the door to allow Willow into her private sanctum. The walls were painted black as a dark night sky and laced over it were strings of white Christmas lights.
Willow entered, feeling the closeness of the other as she passed her and could sense the door closing behind her. “I’m glad you wanted to get together,” she spoke, “I know it’s late.” In truth she felt a little guilty inviting herself over but her own dorm room was empty and this new friendship excited her.
Tara smiled again, looking at the white sand filled bottle in Willow’s hand, “Thanks. I was glad you called.” She looked up at Willow’s face then, commanding contact with her smoky blue eyes.
Holding the contact, Willow spoke in a soft distracted tone, “There’s a spell I’ve always wanted to try that requires the cooperation of two people.” It was implied by the words and the vulnerable tone with which it was said, that Willow had never met anyone else to share it with.
Tara shifted as if preparing herself and her voice lifted, “How does it work?”
Willow handed her the white sand and told her to make a star on the floor with it. This would channel the energy. As Tara opened the bottle and poured the sand into her hand, Willow pulled a rose delicately wrapped from her purse. “We’re gonna float the rose,” she said as if advertising it. “Then use the majiks to pluck the petals off, one at a time. It’s a test of synchronicity. Our minds have to be perfectly attuned to work as a single delicate instrument.
“Cool,” the blonde replied and her hands moved with the beautiful, ritualistic intricacies of witchcraft.
Willow laid the rose in the middle of the design on the floor. They were both sitting with their legs crossed and Willow reached her hands out for Tara’s. As she waited for the other girl, she noticed their skirts that draped over them but in a safe distance from the circle of sand. She felt Tara’s smooth hands slide into hers and grasp her softly, the tingly feeling a caress gives passing over her.
“Now close your eyes and concentrate on levitating the rose,” Willow spoke softly and she watched the girl do as she told her. She closed her eyes too and all she felt was the girl’s hands, supporting her.
Willow imagined the rose exactly as she had last seen it on the floor, then she envisioned it becoming lighter and lifting. This part she could do alone and so could Tara, but they were preparing for what they would have to do together later. Willow could feel that it had worked as if the rose was a part of her. She opened her eyes and saw Tara do the same.
“It worked,” Tara said happily and Willow smiled. “Yes, now for the hard part- the petals.”
The sensitivity in the room allowed Willow to feel Tara take a deep breath as she closed her eyes again. Their hands still clasped, holding each other loosely as one does the reigns of a horse. Willow was aware that they were focusing on the same petal and could feel it lifting with their thoughts. As the petal peeled away from the rose and fell gracefully to the floor, Willow found herself feeling very sensually excited and her breath quickened. The second petal was picked and they both commanded it to remove itself from the parent flower. Tara’s hands gripped Willow tighter.
Suddenly there was a rush of power in the room like a gust of wind through an open window and the spell was broken. An aggressive and very powerful force broke their connection and sent the rose shooting across the room, eventually falling as a smoking skeleton of itself.
“What happened?” Tara asked sadly.
Willow’s eyes were wide and she spoke in a stilted, alarmed tone, “Some other very powerful force just interrupted us, I think.”
Tara’s breaths were heavy and visible and she stared at Willow in a way that commanded her to look back. Willow eventually pulled her attention away and said disappointedly, “I think I need to go find out what that was.” She stood up and as Tara joined her she added, “I’ll come back tomorrow if you want.”
Tara nodded with a shy but large smile.
