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TITLE: Family Confidential
AUTHOR: Laragh
CHAPTER RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: Willow, Tara and any other characters from the Buffy the Vampire Slayer franchise belong to Joss Whedon, FOX, ME and a whole host of other entities, none of which are me.
SUMMARY: The promised sequel to
Hacker Confidential. How are Willow, Tara, JJ and all their family getting on 4 years into the future?
SPOILERS: Perhaps minor references to the show or stealage of dialogue, but mostly just spoilers for all of
Hacker Confidential . If you haven’t read that...well, you really will have no idea what’s going on lol.
FEEDBACK: Yes please
Chapter 15 ********
“Tara, does JJ get out of school at 2 or 3?”
Tara spun around in her seat to face Michelle who had called out to her from her own desk behind her.
“2 on Fridays,” she answered before looking at her aunt gratefully, “Are you sure you and Ira don’t mind taking him for the night?”
Michelle smiled and waved her hand in front of her dismissively.
“Of course not.”
“And if they did, he could hang with Aunty Alice and Uncle Jesse,” Alice piped up from the other side with of the office with a grin, “It’s your anniversary, Tara, you and Willow deserve the night to yourselves. And I’m sure you’ll remember my kindness when our anniversary in June rolls around and you’ll generously offer to take Ella for the night.”
“How well you know me,” Tara replied with a playful roll of her eyes.
“The wonders of being a good friend,” Alice responded before bringing the cap of the pen up to her mouth, chewing on the end of it as she grinned, “So what dirty details do you have planned for tonight?”
“And on that note, I have a grandson to collect,” Michelle said, gathering her purse and coat with considerably speed as a light blush rose on her cheeks, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Tara. Whenever suits is fine to collect him. Don’t...rush.”
She trailed off, embarrassed and held her hand up in a wave before rushing off towards the exit.
“I keep forgetting she’s your aunt,” Alice piped up with an amused smile.
“Yes, and shacked up with my father-in-law, so please keep any references about ‘dirty details’ to yourself,” Tara replied dryly as she turned back towards her computer screen, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to work.”
“Killjoy,” Alice muttered jokingly before turning back towards her own computer.
Tara tried to concentrate on the report she was trying to write, but found herself quite distracted by the thoughts of her impending evening.
In the ten days since Willow had gone through the embryo transfer, both women had been trying their hardest to stick to their pledge of trying to carry on as normal and not stress about things as they waited to know one way or another whether they had been successful, but it was still on the forefront of both of their minds, the anxiousness and worry still there no matter how much they tried to push it aside.
The one thing that provided some relief was that Willow had had no complications and everything appeared to be going as textbook as possible. But until they got the phone call to confirm, neither woman was willing to pin all their hopes on the possibility.
Willow had been in the doctor’s office the morning before for the blood tests, but was told it would probably be Monday before they would be told since there was a backlog at the lab.
But both women had solemnly promised that for their anniversary that evening that they would be anxiety and trouble-free and celebrate the day like it deserved to be celebrated.
They had reservations at a nice restaurant in the city and didn’t have to worry about JJ, who was more than happy to spend the night at his grandparents’, so they could have the night to themselves.
They still had to adhere to their lovemaking restriction but both were happy just to look forward to having the comfort of alone one-on-one time with each other for the whole evening.
“I know that smile,” Alice’s voice broke Tara from her thoughts, “That’s an ‘I’m getting lucky tonight’ smile.”
Tara turned her head towards her friend and rolled her eyes again.
“No, it’s an ‘I’m looking forward to an evening with my wife’ smile,” she answered, before feeling her smile getting even wider as she looked down at her wedding ring, “My beautiful wife who I’ve been married to for six wonderful years.”
Tara let images of her wife flash before her eyes for a few moments before the feeling of something hitting against her chest pulled her from her daze. She looked down just in time to see a pen fall by her feet and then looked over at Alice.
“What?” Alice asked, the epitome of innocence, “I had to pull you away from Willow-land.”
“And throwing office supplies was clearly the only way to do that,” Tara replied with a playful smirk, “But thank you. I really do need to get this report finished.”
Alice smiled in understanding before she too went back into work mode.
“When you’re done, could I grab you for a consult? A new case came in yesterday and I need to hash out some ideas.”
Tara nodded.
“Give me thirty minutes and I’m all yours.”
Both women turned back towards their desks and returned to work, Tara focusing on working as quickly as possible in the hopes of maybe finishing early. Her wish was granted later on in the afternoon when Alice, after bouncing some ideas off of Tara and starting on the care plan for her new case, offered to cover her for her for the rest of the day.
“You’re a sweetheart, Al,” Tara said as she wrapped her scarf around her neck and threw her purse over her shoulder, “Thank you.”
“No problem,” Alice replied with a genuine smile, “Have a good evening. Happy anniversary.”
“Thank you,” Tara repeated with a small wave as she left the offices.
She made her way to the carpark and found her car, getting in and turning the engine on before she started the short journey home. She pulled the car up in their driveway, smiling when she saw Willow’s Merc already sitting there.
Before she got out of the car, she used the rearview mirror to freshen up her make-up, applying a generous amount of lipstick to her lips, plumping them up the way she knew Willow liked.
When she was satisfied with her appearance she stepped out of the car, wondering if she might be able to sneak upstairs to change into some nicer attire before Willow realised she was home, and quietly opened the front door with her key, closing it carefully behind her.
She listened for a moment to see if she could discern exactly which part of the house her wife was in and looked towards the staircase in confusion when she heard a muffled sound coming from upstairs.
Is that...? Is she crying?She dropped her purse to the floor and flew up the stairs, turning the corner into their bedroom, skidding to an alarmed halt when she saw Willow lying on her side on their bed in just a bra and an expensive skirt that Tara knew she only wore on special occasions.
Willow’s odd attire wasn’t something the blonde was paying too much attention to though; she was much more concerned with that fact that her wife was clinging to a pillow, her face obscured as she buried her head into it; quiet but clear sobbing sounds coming through.
Tara stood helplessly still for a moment before snapping to attention and rushed over to the other side of the bed, moving to lie on it and curling her body around Willow’s, cradling her front to the redhead’s back and wrapping her arm comfortingly around her waist.
“It’s okay, I’m here now,” she soothed gently, “I’m here.”
“Th...the...the...” Willow tried to speak but only half-words came out through hiccups and sobs, “Th-they c-c-called.”
Tara moved her lips to the back of her wife’s head and let a kiss linger there, too preoccupied with consoling Willow to think too much about her words.
“Who called, sweetheart?”
“T-the c-cl-clinic.”
Tara felt her whole body stiffen as her heart instantly shattered into a million pieces. The clinic had called.
And Willow was crying uncontrollably.
Which meant it hadn’t worked, the pregnancy hadn’t taken.
She quickly pushed her own heartbreak aside, blinking away the teas that had started to form in her eyes and tried to make her voice sound as reassuring as possible.
“It’s okay,” she spoke quietly into Willow’s ear, her voice breaking with emotion despite her best efforts, “It’s okay. We can try again. We can try again, Willow. Our chances go up with each cycle. Okay? I love you. I love you and you’re beautiful and we’re going to have our baby.”
Tara closed her eyes to try and make herself believe her own words, repeating ‘we’ll have our baby’ into her wife’s ear but quickly opened them again when she felt Willow turn in her arms, confusion washing over her face when she saw the redhead had a smile plastered on her features as the tears still flowed freely down her cheeks.
Willow brought her hand up and cupped Tara’s cheek, her smile getting wider.
“I know we are.”
Tara, thinking she’d succeeded in restored the hope in her wife, forced a smile onto her face.
“That’s right, sweetheart, we’re just gonna keep trying until-”
“No, Tara,” Willow cut the blonde off with one of the most joy-filled tones Tara had ever heard. She moved her hand off of her wife’s face and entwined their fingers, bringing Tara’s hand down over her stomach, “I know we are.”
Tara looked down at her resting hand, her brow furrowing in confusion before her eyes suddenly widened in a mixture of shock and renewed hope.
“Are...are you saying...you’re...are we...?”
“Having a baby,” Willow choked out as fresh tears sprung from her eyes, “I’m pregnant.”
Tara blinked repeatedly in quick succession as she tried to process her wife’s words.
“Y-you are?” she asked after a moment, feeling her heart quickly rebuilding itself and swelling with excitement, “But they said we wouldn’t know until Monday.”
“They put a rush order on it,” Willow answered, before taking a hold of the back of her wife’s neck and bringing her down so their foreheads rested together, “Tara, I’m pregnant. I’m really pregnant.”
Tara stared into her wife’s green depths for a few moments before she burst into laughter and dropped her mouth to press their lips together in a series of small but sweet kisses.
“You scared me half to death, sweetheart,” she said as her kisses trailed across her wife’s cheek and upwards, “Why on earth are you crying?”
“Because I’ve never been as happy as I am right now,” Willow answered, responding in kind when another soft kiss was placed on her lips, “Because I love you and our family more than anything.”
Tara felt a lump of emotion rise in her throat and pushed her hand more firmly against her wife’s stomach.
“I’m not dreaming, right?”
Willow shook her head, her tears having dried up but the broad grin still plastered on her face.
“Are you sure?” Tara asked, smiling like a small child who’d just discovered birthday cake, “Because you’re not wearing a top and that’s how a lot of my dreams start.”
Willow burst into giddy giggles.
“I was getting changed for tonight when the phone rang,” she explained softly before covering Tara’s hand with her own and rubbing it over her stomach, “There’s a baby in there.”
“A baby,” Tara replied in an awed tone, “Our baby.”
Willow watched the raw emotion cross over her wife’s face before the blonde suddenly moved and she felt lips caressing her naked stomach as Tara lay alongside her.
“Hi, little one,” Tara’s love-filled voice broke the silence in the room after a few minutes, “Hi. It’s your mommy.”
Willow moved her hand up to stroke he wife’s hair as the blonde continued to address her stomach.
“You’re just a teeny tiny thing right now, aren’t you? But I love you so much,” Tara crooned before shuffling up in the bed and splaying just the tops of her fingers against her wife’s cheek, “And I love your momma...so much.”
Willow felt the tip of Tara’s nose move against her own for a few moments and almost leaned in for a kiss before suddenly pushing herself back so she was sitting on her heels and let out a squeal as it suddenly all hit her.
“Tara, we’re having a baby!”
“I know,” Tara replied, giggling as her wife started bouncing up and down on her knees.
“Another baby!” Willow started to gush, her hands gesturing wildly around her, looking more than a little ridiculous in just her bra and skirt, “Another little you and me! And it’s growing inside me right now! Do you think it’s a boy or a girl?”
“I don’t know,” Tara answered, beaming at her wife’s elation and feeling it in kind as well, “As long as he or she is healthy, I don’t care.”
Willow shook her head slightly.
“Me either.”
The women shared their matching wild grins for a few moments before Tara took a hold of the redhead’s waist and tugged her down, Willow landing on top of her so their faces were just inches apart. Tara started to rub her hands lightly against her wife’s hips.
“Thank you.”
“Thank you for giving him or her to me,” Willow replied softly before her eyes fluttered closed, “I can’t believe this is really happening. Our chances were so small, I’m scared it’s not really-”
“Willow,” Tara cut her wife off gently, “When the doctor called, did she say the words ‘you’re pregnant’?”
“Yes,” Willow nodded, her eyes opening again, “A few times.”
Tara brought one hand up and tucked a piece of hair behind the redhead’s ear.
“She wouldn’t have said it if she wasn’t 100% sure.”
A small smile creeped onto Willow’s face and her body started to bounce again.
“We’re having a baby!”
Willow started squealing and giggling with unadulterated joy and excitement, bouncing around the bed to the sound of Tara’s delighted laughter until she eventually flopped back down onto the bed beside her wife and wrapped an arm around her waist as she settled her head beneath the blonde’s chin.
Tara’s hand came up to stroke her wife’s hair as they both lay in silence, giddy grins plastered on both of their faces, until Willow broke the quiet several minutes later.
“Happy Anniversary, Tara.”
Tara dropped her lips against the top of her wife’s hair.
“Happy Anniversary, Willow,” she whispered before moving her hand down the redhead’s arm and onto her stomach, “And happy day-we-found-out-about-you, little one.”
“Pretty amazing anniversary present, huh?” Willow asked in a soft tone, “I bought you earrings but they seem kinda trivial now.”
“There’s a necklace for you in my nightstand,” Tara replied as she rubbed her hand over her wife’s belly, “But you’re right, jewellery’s nothing compared to the new life we made.”
Willow turned her head into the blonde’s chest and started kissing along the skin revealed by the v-shaped slit of Tara’s shirt, up her throat and over her chin before pressing their lips firmly together.
“Do you still want to go to the restaurant?” Willow asked softly, pulling back just an inch.
Tara thought for a moment before nodding.
“Let’s go out and celebrate.”
Willow smiled in agreement.
“Only if I can wear my new necklace.”
Tara grinned.
“If I can wear my new earrings.”
“Deal,” Willow replied, placing another kiss on her wife’s lips.
Tara sucked the redhead’s bottom lip into her mouth and sucked softly as she slowly rolled them to the other side of the bed. She let her tongue poke out and taste her wife’s lips for a just a moment before she sat back on her heels and reached over to her nightstand, pulling the drawer open, producing a large, square jewellery box, which she popped open and held in front of Willow.
Willow sat herself up on her elbows to look more closely at the contents, picking up the chain that was looped around the box and putting two fingers over the circular pendant hanging the end, a solid light pink gem encased in the middle, surrounding by swirling colours of dark green and dark orange, making it pop.
“Aww, Tara, it’s so pretty,” she said with a smile, running her thumb over the smooth, polished material of the pendant.
“Do you like it?” Tara asked shyly, “I got it specially made.”
“You did?” Willow asked, looking up with question in her eyes.
Tara picked the necklace up from its box completely and held it up by the chain, the pendant flat against her palm.
“The pink is rose quartz,” she started to explain, “It promotes fertility. Kind of a moot point now that I knocked ya up on the first try.”
Willow giggled and Tara just grinned before continuing.
“The green is emerald. It encourages prosperity,” she said, running a single finger around the pendant, “And the orange is amber. It’s supposed to bring about fulfilment of desires.”
“Well it’s clearly worked, even if it was just in its box,” Willow remarked, smiling, “I love it, baby. Thank you.”
She sat up fully and brushed her lips against Tara’s before slipping off the bed and standing up, her back facing her wife as she gathered her hair up. Tara turned and stood behind the redhead, wrapping the chain around her neck and fastening it. Willow let her hair fall back around her shoulders before turning to face Tara.
“How does it look?”
“Beautiful,” Tara replied, adjusting the chain just slightly, “You’re always beautiful.”
Willow beamed and turned her head to the side to regard her new accessory in the mirror that was on the wall opposite from where she was standing before noticing that Tara seemed to be transfixed on the necklace too.
Or rather, just a tiny bit lower.
She grinned and cleared her throat.
“Are you staring at my boobs?”
Tara’s head shot up, a guilty look on her face.
“Willow, you’re not wearing a top, I don’t know what you expect me to do,” she replied defensively and with a blush.
Willow chuckled and walked over to the closet, taking out the deep red blouse, which she’d been about to put on earlier when the phone had rung earlier, and slipped it over her shoulders.
“Take away the temptation,” she said as she walked over the corner of the room and picked up her purse, rooting through it and palming something before turning back to Tara with a grin, “For now anyway. Now that our ban is lifted, I plan on ravishing you all night. And Happy Anniversary, baby. We, uh, kinda had a similar idea.”
Tara looked quizzical as Willow held out a small box to her. She retracted the lid and smiled softly when she saw two shiny silver earrings, shaped like a triquetra but with the either side of the top loops made to look like a woman was holding out her arms to embrace a child.
“It’s called The Celtic Mothers Knot,” Willow explained, picking up one of the earrings from the box and moving to slip into her wife’s ear, “I got them because I wanted you to know how wonderful a mother you are to the child we have...”
She picked up the second earring and started to put it in the other side.
“The child we’re going to have...” she continued softly as she put a hand on either side of her wife’s shoulder and smiled up at her, “And any more we happen to be blessed with.”
“Thank you,” Tara replied, wrapping her arms around her wife’s waist and pulling their bodies together.
“You’re welcome,” Willow answered, playing with the ends of her wife’s hair, “Will you wear that little black dress you bought last summer tonight? You know the one...it hugs your butt all tight and gives you cleavage that makes me melt into a very large Willow-puddle?”
“Anything for my pregnant wife,” Tara replied sweetly.
“Pregnant wife,” Willow repeated in amazement before a face-splitting smile broke out on her face, “Well, your pregnant wife is going to finish getting ready and will meet you downstairs.”
Tara smiled in agreement and Willow quickly kissed her before turning on her heels and making her way into the bathroom to apply her make-up for the evening.
A brush of blusher along her cheekbones a few minutes later and twirling the ends of her hair in towards her face finished her preparations as she took a look in the mirror and smiled.
“And now to make my breath minty-fresh,” she said to herself as she picked up her toothbrush, “There’s gonna be lots of smooching tonight.”
She hummed quietly as her hand moved in steady strokes up and down until she was satisfied with her teeth’s cleanliness. She replaced her toothbrush beside the sink and started to make her way downstairs, a noticeable skip in her step as she walked into the living room and sunk down into the sofa, ready to wait for Tara to join her.
She picked up the copy of Reader’s Digest that was lying on the coffee table in front of her and flicked through for a little while before tossing it onto the sofa beside her boredom. It bounced off one of the cushions and fell to the floor.
Willow went to pick it up, but stopped as her hand brushed against the cushion in the process. She looked at it curiously for a moment before taking it in her hands and holding it against her stomach for a moment, then lifting her shirt and tucking it underneath the fabric completely.
“Wow,” she said with a small giggle as she ran tapped her fingers against the bulge.
“How long was I up there?” Tara’s voice came a moment later, causing Willow to snap her head around to see her wife grinning.
“Just experimenting,” Willow blushed, pulling the cushion out and readjusting it back against the sofa, “I imagine when I’m really that big it’ll feel less like a fluffy mesh of cotton and more like a little human is stretching my insides.”
Tara smiled walked further into the room.
“I imagine so.”
Willow was about to say something else when she turned her attention back to her wife and saw her in her full attire. She stood up and slowly exhaled, walking over to Tara and placing a hand either side of her hips.
“Commence melting,” she said, her eyes roaming up and down the blonde’s body, “You look beautiful...and elegant...and graceful...and...beautiful.”
Tara quirked an eyebrow.
“You already said beautiful.”
“Oh right,” Willow replied, knocking the side of her head with her hand, “Instead of the second ‘beautiful’, I meant ‘boobilicious’.”
Tara started to laugh and Willow smiled softly before shaking her head.
“No, I meant beautiful. I can’t say the word enough times to convey just how beautiful you really are.”
“And now you’re making me blush,” Tara replied, ducking her head self-consciously, “Are you ready to go?”
Willow nodded and started to walk out of the living room.
“I just need to grab my purse from our bedroom.”
“I brought it down for you,” Tara replied, following the redhead into the foyer.
“Oh, thank you,” Willow responded, seeing her purse sitting against the edge of the coat-rack and picking it up, “In that case I am more than ready.”
Both women shrugged their jackets over their shoulders and secured them to keep warm in the cold November air before making their way to the Mercedes, Willow driving them out of the suburbs they lived in and to the city, finding a parking space not too far from the restaurant they had reservations in and walking inside where the male maître d’ greeted them and asked for their name.
“Rosenberg-Maclay,” Willow answered before turning her head to Tara, “Do you want to sit outside? I know it’s chilly but-”
“Our outdoor area is kept warm by open-air heaters,” the maître d’ interrupted, “And is locked in by surrounding bamboo fences.”
Willow grinned at Tara and pretended to look impressed.
“Have you got a rock wall that cascades water?” she asked the maître d’, looking completely serious, “I can only digest food to the sound of flowing water.”
The maître d’ looked bewildered and started flicking through his reservation book as if it might give him an answer.
“I..we, um...there’s...”
“An outdoor table would be wonderful,” Tara spoke up, saving the flustered man, “If you have one.”
“O-of course,” the maître d’ replied, clearing his throat and retrieving two menus from a small table beside him, “Just this way.”
Tara cast a sidelong glance at her wife and shook her head playfully as they were led through the restaurant and to an outdoor area in the back, simple oak furniture dotted around the place, most of the tables filled with people already. The maître d’ brought them to a round table with a chair position either side and pulled each out for the women to sit in.
“I’ll send your server right over,” he said, giving them their menus before scurrying off as fast as his legs could carry him.
As he disappeared back through the opened doors to the main restaurant, Tara put her menu down on the table and quirked her eyebrows at her wife.
“Teasing restaurant staff now, are we?”
“He was asking for it,” Willow giggled, perusing the menu before putting on an affected accent, “We have outdoor heaters and wonderful bamboo fencing. Our furniture was hand-crafted by blind nuns in Africa and our plants are kept alive by water taken from mountain springs that we have specially shipped in from the Himalayas.”
Willow heard her wife begin to laugh and smiled in response but didn’t lift her gaze from the menu until she felt eyes burning into her and looked up quizzically, seeing Tara staring at her with a small grin.
“Is there something on my face?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow.
“Apart from beauty?” Tara asked before she reached across the table and entwined their hands gently, “It’s just nice to see you so relaxed.”
“It’s nice to feel relaxed,” Willow answered with more than a hint of a smile, “We managed to get pregnant so quickly, I don’t know how people manage when it takes them years and years.”
Tara stroked her thumb along the back of her wife’s hand.
“But we don’t have to worry about that.”
Willow nodded, her smile widening.
“You’re right. Tonight’s about us and celebrating our marriage and family,” she replied before picking up the menu again, “And on that note, what’s the most expensive champagne they have?”
Tara’s eyebrows shot up.
“Um...Willow...”
“Not for me,” Willow replied with a laugh, hearing her wife’s tone, “For you.”
“I don’t mind giving up alcohol with you,” Tara answered after a moment, “We don’t really drink that much anyway.”
“That’s sweet, baby,” Willow replied with a shake of her head, “But I want you to be able to enjoy a drink without worrying about me.”
Tara seemed hesitant but eventually gave a small nod, just as a tall, blonde woman in a neat uniform of a white shirt and short, black skirt came over to their table with a smile.
“Hi, I’m Jessica, I’ll be your waitress this evening,” she greeted warmly, “Can I get you some drinks?”
“Yes,” Willow replied, flashing her teeth as she smiled, “We’ll have a bottle of your nicest champagne.”
“Um, we’ll have a glass of it, please,” Tara said quickly, “And a mid-range variety is fine. And a glass of apple cider.”
“No problem,” Jessica replied with a nod of her head, “I’ll be right back.”
She retreated and Tara shook her head at Willow with a playful smile.
“Willow, this is a 5 star restaurant, their nicest champagne is probably thousands of dollars. Even a glass is probably thousands of dollars.”
“We do have a baby on the way,” Willow mused with a grin, “I suppose we shouldn’t be too liberal with the cash.”
“Uh huh,” Tara replied before giving a low chuckle, “Have you decided what you want to eat yet?”
“Hmm...” Willow responded, looking up and down the menu, “Well, I can’t have the pâté...or any seafood...the cheese board is out...”
Jessica returned a few moments later and placed two flutes of sparkling liquid down on the table, one decidedly clearer than the other.
“Are you ready to order?” she asked pleasantly, retrieving a small notebook from her breast pocket.
“Um, yea,” Willow answered first, “I will have the...sizzling fillet of beef.”
“Of course,” Jessica replied, scribbling on her notepad, “And how would you like that cooked?”
“Rar–” Willow started to reply automatically before quickly shaking her head, “No, no, definitely not rare. Well done. Very well done. It needs to be really, really cooked. Like, burnt. So that all the bacteria is gone. Completely. Maybe beef is too risky. Maybe I should get something else. I could get pasta. Pasta’s safe, right? Wait, homemade pasta has egg in it, I don’t think I’m supposed to eat–”
“Willow, calm,” Tara said quietly across the table, squeezing the hand still encased in hers, “Getting beef won’t do the baby any harm.”
“You’re pregnant,” Jessica said suddenly with a warm smile, “I can notify the chef and make sure the beef is thoroughly cooked.”
“Thank you,” Tara said to the server, “We’d appreciate it. And, uh, I’ll have the honey roasted duck.”
Jessica started to scribble again before turning on her heels to leave.
“Okay, that was my requisite freak-out,” Willow exhaled slowly as the waitress left.
“A very small one considering it’s you,” Tara replied with a grin before picking up her glass of champagne, “Shall we toast?”
Willow picked up her own glass and nodded.
“Yes. To you...for...for being my life.”
“And to you,” Tara replied, “For giving us life.”
Willow smiled demurely and clinked her glass against her wife’s.
“To us.”
“To us,” Tara echoed before they each took a long sip from their glasses.
Their evening passed as they talked and ate, their hands staying clasped together until they had to break apart to eat. They unintentionally began playing footsie with each other then, needing to be touching each other in some way.
The need for contact lasted the entire night, Tara’s hand covering Willow’s on the gearstick in the car at the end of the night as they drove home and Willow’s arms snaking around Tara’s waist to hold her as they walked from their driveway up to their house.
“I cannot wait,” Willow murmured as she started trailing her lips along the blonde’s neck, “To get you out of that dress.”
Tara tilted her neck to the side slightly as she rooted through her purse for her keys.
“I thought you said you liked it on me.”
Willow dropped her hand down her wife’s side and started bunching the fabric of her dress upwards, splaying her fingers out against Tara’s pantyhose-clad thigh.
“I like it even more off you.”
Tara closed her hand around her keys and quickly went about opening the door, pulling Willow through it and dropping her purse onto the floor. Willow’s followed a moment later as the redhead kicked the door closed, their jackets finding a home, thrown carelessly onto the floor just a few moments later.
Their lips came together fervently as Tara started walking them backwards, towards and up the stairs. When her foot lifted off the top step, her hands went to Willow’s shirt, pulling the hem from her pants before deftly starting to undo the buttons.
The garment was abandoned on the floor in the hallway a few seconds later as Willow shrugged it over her shoulders before stepping out of her skirt as Tara tugged the material down so it fell to her ankles. She quickly kicked off her shoes as they turned into their bedroom before moving her hands to her wife’s back and she pulled back from the kiss.
“What did I say about getting you out of this dress?”
“That you couldn’t wait,” Tara replied breathlessly.
Willow grinned.
“Oh yea.”
She yanked the zipper on the dress downwards and pulled at the front of the material, letting it fall to the floor and subconsciously licking her lips with a moan when she saw Tara was wearing a matching ruby-red bra and panty set.
“Oh baby...” she muttered as she trailed a single finger along the outer swell of her wife’s breasts and dipped it between her cleavage, “As pretty as this is...it needs to go too.”
A quick flick of her fingers loosened the front clasp before her hands pushed the fabric out of the way and she greedily cupped Tara’s generous breasts.
Tara’s head lolled back slightly, her shoulders inadvertently shrugging back in the process which made her bra fall from her body.
“You are so sexy,” Willow moaned as she felt her wife’s nipples hardening against her palm.
She idly toyed with the hardening peaks, alternating between soft and hard pressures before placing her palm flat on Tara’s chest and pushed her back onto the bed. She climbed onto the mattress with the blonde and took a hold of her hips, pulling her wife down the bed so she was forced to bend her knees upwards and place her feet on either of her shoulders. She used the blonde’s position to drag her panties from her body, throwing them over her shoulder.
“Mmhh...” she moaned as she ran her hands up and down Tara’s thighs, her eyes shamelessly roaming her body, “I want you...”
Tara grinned and used her toes to push the straps of the redhead’s bra down on either side. Willow took the hint and reached behind herself to undo the hooks, throwing the piece of clothing onto the floor before snapping the elastic on her underwear with a smirk.
“Think you can get these off without using your hands too?”
Tara’s grin got wider and she started to drag her feet down her wife’s arms slowly before settling them just above her hips. She concentrated as she hooked her big toe either side into the waistband of Willow’s panties and yanked them downwards.
Willow would have been impressed, but was too transfixed by the sight of her wife’s writhing hips as she went about her task; Tara’s thighs stretching outwards and revealing her glistening pink core in all its glory.
“Do I get a prize?” Tara’s voice snapped her from her reverie a moment later.
“Huh?” Willow asked before glancing down and seeing her panties around her knees, “Oh. Oh, wow. That’s, um, impressive. You can have...um, you can have...”
Tara suddenly pushed herself up into a sitting position, using one hand to pull Willow’s panties completely off her body while the other went to cup her wife’s cheek.
“I’ll take you.”
Willow looked down at Tara’s plump lips before dragging her gaze back to her wife’s eyes.
“Yes. Take me.”
Willow moaned softly as she felt her wife’s lips start to brush against her throat, barely-noticeable caresses that sent flutterings to her heart and down to her core. She gasped as she felt Tara’s tongue begin to seep into her kisses as she moved further down her chest and couldn’t help the loud groan that escaped her as the blonde began circling her breasts.
She leant back on her hands to give Tara all the access she wanted and moved her legs to wrap around her wife’s waist to keep her steady.
“T-Tara,” she moaned as teeth grazed her nipple and sent shockwaves through her, “Mmhhh...”
Tara suckled on her wife’s flesh greedily and started moaning as well as she felt Willow’s lower half start to grind against her, leaving a wet trail on her stomach. Keeping one hand securely against Willow’s lower back, she moved the other around and dipped her fingers between the redhead’s folds, letting them glide against her puffy lips.
Willow groaned again and started rolling her hips, sighing in satisfaction when Tara let her fingers push up against her engorged clit and rubbed over the throbbing tip.
“Oh my...” she got out before cutting herself off with a gasp as she felt the blonde’s fingers sink lower and thrust inside her, “Oh Taraaa...”
She secured her ankles more firmly against her wife’s back and pushed her back upwards, taking a hold of Tara’s cheeks and pulling her into a steamy kiss. Their tongues began duelling, switching between their mouths with unrestrained passion until Tara suddenly and unexpectedly felt two fingers fill her up and threw her head back with a silent cry.
Willow could feel their hands brushing against each other as they thrusted deeply inside one another, their hips grinding together in a steady rhythm. She watched in rapture as a bead of sweat started to form on Tara’s collarbone, before starting a swift descent downwards.
She dropped her head to secure the droplet on her tongue just as it fell between her wife’s breasts and let her tongue trace its path back up her wife’s chest, twisting around her collarbone before swirling up her neck and to her ear, licking the curve of her lobe.
“I’m coming, baby,” she whispered into the blonde’s ear as she felt the tension coiling in her stomach begin to break, “Come with me.”
“Mmmhhh, yes,” Tara moaned in response, keeping her arm tight around the smaller girl’s waist but dropping her hand so she could caress her butt cheek, “Yes...”
Willow started pumping her hips more forcefully against Tara’s hand as she felt the motions on her butt encouraging her and curled her fingers inside her wife, hitting the rough patch she was looking for at her first aim.
“Willow!” Tara called out loudly, her whole body jerking to a halt except for a small tremble that started in her neck and worked its way down.
Willow felt a gush of juices fall down her wrist and fluttered her eyes closed as her own release followed, a warm ecstasy filling her being and making her drop her forehead against her wife’s shoulder with a gasp.
They stayed still in that position, locked together and lost in a mutual high until Tara flopped back down against the bed, taking Willow with her, who landed with her head firmly nestled between her wife’s breasts.
She manoeuvred herself so her ear was pressed against Tara’s furiously-beating heart and just rested there until she felt her body begin to calm. When she felt able to move and heard her wife’s heartbeat start to slow, she trailed a lazy path of kisses up to Tara’s lips.
“Love you,” she mumbled between soft kisses.
“I love you, too,” Tara replied as Willow moved off of her but quickly cuddled into her side, “That was amazing.”
“It was,” Willow agreed, murmuring a quiet approval as Tara began rubbing her back, “Perfect end to the perfect anniversary.”
Tara let her fingers dig lightly into her wife’s back in a relaxing motion and smiled.
“And just think, by our next one, we’ll have a whole new member of our family to celebrate with.”
at Willow making fun of the waiter.
*Squee* I was grinning like an idiot by the time I finished this chapter.
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Wait, what were we talking about?
-- live in Canada and I've yet to see a dragon 
