“I love my new collar, Mistress.” (for Tara)
“Good, I’m glad.” Tara smiled. “I picked it out especially for you.” She traced her fingers delicately over her thin band of leather that rested around Willow’s throat.
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“I love my new collar, Mistress.” (for Tara)
“Good, I’m glad.” Tara smiled. “I picked it out especially for you.” She traced her fingers delicately over her thin band of leather that rested around Willow’s throat.
"This cute little thing?" (for Tara)
Tara grinned. “She is the c-cutest kitty in the sh-shelter.” She nodded as the cat pawed at her hair.
"If you don't want me to think you're into this, try not to moan so loudly when I pull your hair." (for Tara)
“Shhh.” Tara whined softly, rolling her hips. “C’mon, Will! Now isn’t the time to tease me!”
‡ (for Tara from Vamp!Tara) ~taglarianmythicrites
Tara smiled, shifting to curl into her vampiric counterpart. “Nice of you to join me...” She mumbled sleepily, resting her head on what was, in essence, her own shoulder.
"My thighs can be your earmuffs." (for Tara)
Tara snorted. “Did you really think that line would work, sweetie?” She kissed Willow’s cheek.
“It’s a good job we’re already married otherwise there’d be no way I’d be going home with you after a line like that.”
❛you like them a lot, don’t you? (for Vamp!Tara) ~taglarianmythicrites
“I don’t know what you mean.” Tara huffed, rolling her eyes and bumping against her human self.
“You’re reading into things far too much.”
"Baby's awake..." (for Tara)
Tara groaned. “I’m only getting her because you’re breast feeding.” She reminded Willow, rolling out of the bed.
♏ (for Tara)
At the sound of her door opening, Tara practically dove into the closet, momentarily lamenting the irony.
“Www-Willow? Is th-that y-you?”