Family Confidential (Sequel to HC) [AU] (Complete)

[Silent_X]

I'm very sorry to hear about the loss of your uncle. My best thoughts are with you and your family. Take as much time as you need to heal and know that we'll be here for you when you return. The KB loves you.

[vampyregurl73]

My deepest sympathies on your loss, hon. We'll all be here when you get back...

[Ariel]

Laragh!


Okay, I’ve been racing through your story, finished HC over the weekend. Actually not ‘raced’ – took time to savor, but I’m not finished yet so . . . . *familiar music from "The Bullwinkle Show" for the time travel feature.*


“Sherman?”


“Yes, Mr. Peabody?”


“Set the Way-Back Machine for April 6, 2011 at 10:01 a.m. on the Kittenboard under “Laragh” “Hilarious” and “Math Sexy.”


“Gee, Mr. Peabody! I never thought Math was sexy! Hey, Mr. Peabody? What IS ‘sexy’ anyway? I’ve never heard that word.”


“And you won’t, Sherman. ‘The Bullwinkle Show’ and its other shows are all G-rated.”


"What's 'G-Rated' mean, Mr. Peabody?"


"It means that you will not be hearing anything about G-strings or G-spots. Just set the time travel coordinates, Sherman!"


*Sherman sighs, wondering is he'll ever be allowed to wear long pants then plugs in the appropriate settings, lights flash, sounds are heard and they are transported back to . . .


April 6,2011 10:01 a.m.

“Let’s see...So, you’ve always been regular, so that’s 365 divided by 28, which is basically 13. And let’s assume that for every period, you had 7 days of PMS. That’s 7 by 13 which is 91 days of PMS a year. 91 by 10 for the first 10 years we were together is 910 plus the extra 8 months since our anniversary makes it...966 days of Tara-PMS I am owed. Which, even if we say that these drugs are...10 times more potent than PMS, then that’s still only...140 days. Which is only 14.5% of what I technically should have endured. The way I see it, I’m still getting off super lucky.”


Tara blinked a couple of times before shaking her head slightly.


“Only you would see 140 days of PMS crammed into two weeks as ‘lucky’. Or that math was good pillow talk.”


“Hey, math is sexy,” Willow protested

Okay, Laragh! I’ll take your Math Orgasm and raise you two shrieks and a shout of laughter over your quote above! Rockin!


“Where to next, Mr. Peabody?”


“Next, Sherman, we delve deeply into popular culture with a foray, not June Foray the accomplished cartoon voice over actress who performs Rocky and Natasha and Little Nell, but a foray-foray into Wonder Woman which includes a nod to the Wonder Twins.”


“Okay, Mr. Peabody!”


*Once again the correct coordinates are entered and the Way-Back Machine works its miracle and we are at . . .


April 13, 2011 4:02 a.m.

“Oh definitely not,” Tara agreed with a sober grin, before batting her eyelashes, “I’ve always wanted to meet a real, live superhero.”


“Well today’s you’re lucky day, ma’am,” Willow replied as she jumped onto the bed and straddled her wife.


Tara inhaled slowly as she let her eyes roam up and down the redhead’s lithe form.


“Is it true you have super-speed and... super stamina, Wonder Woman?”


“All attributes I’m blessed with,” Willow replied with mock-haughtiness before puffing her chest out some more, “I also have my own Wonder Twins, whose perk and bounce have stopped many a villain in their tracks.”

*Mr. Peabody and Sherman return a slightly breathless, turned-on and laughing Ariel to the present time.*


Laragh, you’re wonderful! That’s all there is to it!


Ariel
How I Met Your Mother
P.S. JUST read about your loss, Laragh, heartfelt sympathy. My prayers for you and your family. I hope my first post didn't offend you; DID NOT know when I posed it, just stopped where I was and tagged on to the end. But you need to know, even when you may be feeling lost and bereft, that the magic of your work is making plenty of other people grateful that you're around. Thanks!

[Laragh]

Just wanted to say a big thank you to all ya'll (look what you've done, Shel! This isn't the first time I've caught myself saying it!!) for your well wishes I'm back to semi-normal functioning but I'm still having a little trouble getting back into the writing. Don't worry, though, I'll get there.

Reading all of your comments really meant a lot when I felt like I was just aimlessly floating around with nowhere to go. Thanks for all of your support

[Laragh]

BuffyFan4Ever –

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

Thank you!

Thanks for the early post. I had to read before my job interview.

Woo! Hope you did well!

J.J. is so cute.

Hehe, he is a sweetie!

I agree. It's alway fun to hear my nieces and nephew talk about what Santa brought them.

Totally!

“Computers are the standard these days, Dad; he’s going to need to be tech-savvy.” ... So true.

Right? I had someone act like Ira when they read the chapter and I’m like, kids have laptops nowadays! It’s not they’re getting him a Mac complete with graphics card and free reign over everything on the internet.

I love how Tara is protecting Willow from shopping-mode Anya.

Those Momma Bear instincts are strong (would it be Mommy Bear for Tara? The point stands)

Thanks for commenting!

leonhart17 –

Aww, they're so sweet! It's crazy!

A good crazy? I’m hoping so

I loved Tara being overprotective even about shopping! So cute!

I’ve been going through a Protective!Tara phase recently so I’m not surprised it’s starting to come out in fic

Thanks for your comment!

zampsa19752001 –

I loved the family Hanukah celebrations...

Glad you liked

I like how JJ gets so exited from little things...

Excitable, like his mother! (Guess which one )

I definately approve that Tara goes to the crazy Anya-shopping spree and not Willow...

Oh good I hope you enjoy how it turns out!

Thanks for commenting!

Finey_McFine –

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JMT!!!

Thank you!

I Love little JJ...adorable!

He’s winning hearts all over the place lately

I can totally picture Willow saying this and then sticking out her tongue. No way I'd be able to keep the secret.

I’m not sure whether I would or not. In theory, I’d want to wait for the three month mark but I’d be all giggly and happy and would probably spill beforehand. That said, Willow and Tara are very clear in wanting to wait, so don’t expect any surprise announcement/guesses

My kid is STILL asking, even though we have a friggin' pool and there's noteven any room in the backyard for a trampoline!

In fairness to her, trampolines are freaking awesome. Granted, the room issue does pose a problem. How’s that front yard lookin’?

The mere mention of Latkes made me crave them! I make Martha Stewart's Latkes every New Years Day:)

Guess whose house I’m crashing next New Year’s!

OK, my neighbors and I used to go Black Friday shopping every year at 3am when the kids were little to "get the best deals." It was a very covert operation and fun until..."the incident." What happened you ask? Well, you'll have to wait for that story to rear it's head in my fic, lol.

Tease. This is why I do all my Christmas shopping online. A lot less hassle.

Coloring with our child used to drive my wife and I insane! She has never, ever stayed inside the lines! Grr!!! I could so hang with Willow.

Straying outside the lines is supposed to be a sign of creativity, you know. Willow may think it changes the picture, I maintain it can make a better design.

I love mama bear Tara.

Me too, so expect more of her!

Thanks for your feedback!

Promthea128 –

Happy Womb Emancipation Day!!!

Thank you very much.

Sorry I've been remiss in feedback lately.

Not a worry, nice to see you back

Hanukkah sounded like lots of fun. Wondering how long they're going to be able to keep Baby Rosenberg-Maclay a secret. Ira already noticed Will's baby glow, Tara's more protective than usual, and won't JJ notice the morning sickness?

The morning sickness thing will come up I believe in the coming chapters, but he’s still a little kid, so he’s not gonna deduce pregnancy from it. And also, I said it to Shel, but I’m laying it out there so no one is disappointed, there won’t be a surprise guessing from anyone. I want W/T to be happy with the announcement and for them , that means waiting until they know it’s safe.

Loving their domestic bliss. Neurotic Willow + Shopping Mode Anya seems like more fun than Anya and Tara. Still I know there will be plenty of laughs.

Alas, Neurotic Willow + Shopping Mode Anya does seem to provide the most comical opportunities, but I hope Somewhat-Unsuspecting Tara + Shopping Mode Anya will cause a giggle or two too!

Thanks for commenting!

DaddyCatALSO –

Feeling very warm right now, and I'm new to this story/'verse.

Warm is good

I've only had latkes once, my aunt's, very tasty.

I’m thinking Tara makes some pretty mean ones as well!

Thanks for your comment

beautiful_love –

Very cute, family oriented update. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

Yay!

JJ is adorable and I loved the whole family get together.

Glad you liked! I like their little family too.

Very cute how Tara still worries about impressing Ira over the holiday. And how she is so protective of Willow.

Well she does love her family. Does wanting to impress the in-laws ever stop?

Lol though for Anya. I can totally picture her ramming down anyone in her path.

What Anya wants, Anya gets!

Thanks for commenting!

jazhers –

Hello, Wonderful Wonderful Wonderful update thanks so much for this, I adore this family the love just oozes from my screen its great.

Aww wow, yay, I’m glad you’re enjoying it!!

Thanks for your comment

ToTheNetherRealm –

Finally caught up! I love your stories Laragh, they make my day!

Glad I can contribute to even a little bit of a good day! And yay for catching up!

Thanks for commenting!

taralicious –

Since I'm not Jewish, I can scarcely comment on whether any of the details are authentic but it sounds convincing the way you portray it as a celebration of life and love between members of a family so how could it be wrong?

I like that attitude!

She can, however, be quite naughty when role-playing with Tara but Ira doesn't want to hear that so we'll keep it silent.

Ira certainly doesn’t. I’m sure Tara enjoys having that knowledge though

She still does but now she uses Tara as her canvas using edible body paints and Tara's lines are the sort you'd want to stay inside of.

Heh. Inside. I don’t think I’ve used edible body paints with these two before. Stop giving me ideas

Still my favorite and I love the animated cartoon they did of it; I have a copy on video and know all of the songs from childhood. The Cat in the Hat is one of those characters who could be wqually a hero or a villian depending upon your perspective. I'm on the side of hero, myself.

Oh definitely hero.

There is a certain sub-class of woman who will beat the living **** out of anyone who gets in her way and keeps her from acquiring whatever toy has been designated the hot item for that year. I remember seeing footage on the evening news about fifteen years ago of women beating, kicking, biting, hair-pulling, and eye-gouging each other in Chicago for that tickle-me elmo doll.
I would rather see footage of Willow and Tara wrestling, all oiled up and sweaty like two junior weight sumo wrestlers.

As sexy as that would be, you’re gonna have to make do with the crazy-mother footage ( at least through text...who knows what photoshop-savvy people could make for the other images)

Thanks for commenting!

xlaura1 –

Hey Laragh,

I kinda dropped off the face of the Earth on this one. I guess that's where the second last semester of a Bacherlor degree get's you.

Good luck with that!

Still absolutely loving every moment of this fic. I can't get over the sweetness of this family, and this whole world you've created really.

I loved JJ in the last update, being all Mr. Sneaky and then Willow and Tara having to deal with the Fruit Roll-up debacle. This chapter I loved him even more, must have been the Hanukkah spirit.

It’s infectious! He’s a sweet little guy, I’m glad you like him

This was just adorable! What kid doesn't take every opportunity they get to feel smarter than their parents?

I know! It’s like a rite of passage!

I loved my trampoline when I was a kid. I used to spend hours playing on that damn thing. In fact, if it was still at my parents house, I may well still go out there occasionally. And looking back, yes I'm surprised and extremely greatful that I had no serious accidents on it, lol.

I love trampolines. I never had one ‘cause we moved around too much, but whenever a friend had one, it automatically made them my best friend.

I heart that they got JJ a laptop, even if it is only a kids one.

I see another computer hacker on their hands!

Just not Will and Tara's version. Heehee.

Oh god, I giggled so hard when I saw that. I forgot about their little game

Again with the sweetnes! So cute.

I don't think I'd even want to go shopping with Anya when she's in shopping mode.

It’s certainly a task in and of itself

I can't wait til the girls tell eveyone about the baby.

Still a little bit to go yet, but I’ll get there!

Thanks for commenting

Ariel –

Let me preface this by saying: Best. Feedback. Ever.

Okay, Laragh! I’ll take your Math Orgasm and raise you two shrieks and a shout of laughter over your quote above! Rockin! ... *Mr. Peabody and Sherman return a slightly breathless, turned-on and laughing Ariel to the present time.*


Laragh, you’re wonderful! That’s all there is to it!

Haha, well I’m glad I could give you laugh! (You certainly gave me one!)

Thanks for your (wonderful) feedback.

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Update Directly Below

[Laragh]

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TITLE: Family Confidential

AUTHOR: Laragh

CHAPTER RATING: PG-13

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

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I’m baaaacccckkkk My deepest apologies for the break I had to take, but hopefully I’m back on track now and there won’t be another stall again. Also, to anyone whose stories I normally read/feedback on, I should be back to reading and reviewing soon, I’ve just been really concentration-light lately.

Chapter 18

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Previously:

“Tomorrow,” Willow replied, an errant yawn escaping her lips, “You know, shopping for the kids. We do it every year.”


“No, I know what you’re talking about,” Tara replied, frowning, “I just didn’t know it was tomorrow.”


Willow blinked a couple of times.


“Did I...did I not tell you? Oh baby, I’m sorry, I thought I told you. We decided on tomorrow because the toy store in the mall is having a 50% off one-day-only sale.”


“It’s alright,” Tara replied before shaking her head again, “But, sweetheart, I’m sorry, you can’t go.”


Willow looked puzzled.


“Why not? We don’t have plans, do we? Damn baby brain, my head’s like a sieve.”


“No, we don’t have plans,” Tara answered, “But there isn’t a snowball’s chance in hell that I’m letting my pregnant wife go out with Anya while she’s in shopping mode. She pushed two women out of the way to get that drum set for Alex last year and you got caught it the crossfire. I seem to remember you coming home with a cut lip.”


“It was an accident,” Willow protested, “The mother swung for Anya and got me instead.”


Tara looked at her wife pointedly.


“And what happens when, as she inevitably will, Anya pisses off another parent and you end up falling over or knocking your tummy against something?”


Willow glanced down at her stomach, then back up at Tara.


“I didn’t think of that.”


Tara squeezed the hand in hers.


“I’ll go shopping instead.”

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“Tara?” Alice asked in confusion as she saw her friend and co-worker walking towards her, where she was standing outside the large mall that had been the agreed meeting place.


“Hi,” Tara greeted warmly, rubbing her glove-covered hands together, “It’s cold today.”


“Um, yea,” Alice replied before shaking her head, still confused, “Tara what are you doing here? I thought Willow was doing the shopping.”


“Change of plan,” Tara answered casually, “Willow decided to stay home with JJ for the day. Xander is bringing Alex over; they’re all going to decorate our tree. Hey, you should call Jess and tell him to go over with Ella too.”


“You know, that’s a really good idea,” Alice replied, whipping out her phone, “He’s a great dad, but I’m always worried I’m gonna go home and she’ll have a Mohawk or something when I leave them alone for the day.”


Tara laughed as Alice started dialling numbers and put her phone against her ear, turning around as she began to converse.


Tara took the list of toys that she had to purchase that day from her pocket, mainly JJ’s gift from ‘Santa’ and then a few miscellaneous items that would be from them. She also figured she’d be able to get her present for Willow while she was shopping, though she was still unsure exactly what she was getting her wife. Her original idea had been a blouse she knew the redhead had been admiring for a while, but didn’t want to get Willow something that she wouldn’t be able to wear in a few weeks.


That thought made Tara feel giddy as she thought of the exact reason her wife would soon begin to outgrow her clothing and smiled widely to herself. That was, until she was disturbed from her musings by two fingers loudly snapping in her face.


“Smiling has no place in shopping,” Anya’s curt voice cut through Tara’s thoughts, “This is war.”


“Right,” Tara replied, clearing her throat and pocketing her list, knowing Anya was not kidding, “Sorry.”


Anya narrowed her eyes.


“What are you doing here?”


“Willow had to stay at home,” Tara replied, feeling almost scared at how intense Anya was being. Willow had told her to be prepared, but she hadn’t quite understood just how seriously Anya took this whole thing until right then, “She, um...JJ wanted her to help with homework this morning before Alex and your husband get there. She's much better at coming up with ways to explain math to him.”


Anya sighed and shook her head, throwing her hands into the air in frustration.


“Great. Now I have to work with two newbies.”


Alice hung up her phone then and turned back to Tara and Anya.


“Hey, Ahn. Are we all ready to go shopping?”


“We will be once I’ve covered the game plan,” Anya answered, before nodding nonchalantly towards the entrance to the mall, “And this place opens.”


Alice’s head shot towards the doors, for the first time noticing they were bolted shut.


“Why the hell are we here if it isn’t open?”


“Because in an hour’s time, when those doors open,” Anya replied irately, “This place will be full of insane mothers and fathers who want my gifts and we need to be first in line. If I had my way, we’d have started camping out last night.”


Alice looked to Tara in wide-eyed terror, who just shrugged and gave her a look that said to go with it. She felt sorry for the brunette though. At least Willow had warned her. Alice was coming into this blind.


“Well that would have been unnecessary,” Tara pointed out, gesturing to the empty lot and lack of people around them, “We’re the first ones here.”


Anya just set her shoulders backwards.


“Lucky break,” she said before kneeling on the ground and opening the large purse she had swung over her shoulder, “Okay we need to go over our strategy.”


She handed each of the other women a whistle with a neck band and four snack-sizes boxes of raisins, which both women looked at bizarrely.


“Um, Anya?” Alice asked in a timid voice, “Why do we need raisins?”


“Brain food,” Anya explained as if it was obvious, “If your blood sugar’s start to fall today, down the box of raisins so you’re back to full shopping potential.”


Alice just nodded weakly and deposited the raisins in her own purse as Anya suddenly produced a folded up piece of paper, which she flattened out as she straightened up and stood between the other two. Tara peered down and saw it was a map of the toy store, with arrows and labels drawn in.


“Have you both got your lists?” Anya enquired and got two answering nods, “Good. Okay, now the store is on the left hand side, three stores down. When we go in, we’ll be at the board games, which quickly leads onto the Lego, Meccano and K’NEX aisle. When we turn that corner, we’ll be at dolls and plush toys. Anyone with allergies, please take a pill now. From there, we move to sports and sports-related gaming before finally arriving at electronic toys. Tara, how quickly can you make it to aisle 5?”


Tara quickly scoured the map to figure that aisle 5 was the electronic toys aisle, where she and Anya would find the laptops for their boys. She had absolutely no idea how long she’d be going through the other aisles, having figured she’d just collect whatever was on her list as she went, but she gathered that wouldn’t be an acceptable answer.


She gave Anya a thumbs us sign.


“As quick as you need me to.”


“I called the store yesterday,” Anya continued, “They have 7 Disney laptops in stock. 2 of which will be in our possession by the end of today.”


“Right,” Tara nodded, “We’ll get them.”


“I know we will,” Anya replied with more than a hint of determination, “Has Willow filled you on the whistle rule?”


“Whistle rule?” Alice piped up, picking up the whistle she’d hung around her neck, “What are these for anyway?”


“These,” Anya responded, holding up her whistle, “Are in case one of us gets into trouble. If you get into a tug of war with another parent or need back-up in anyway, whistle and the other person, or people now, comes running to help. The only exception to the rule is if you’re in a mess of your own. Otherwise, you have to help. It’s Shop Club solidarity.”


Alice mouthed the words ‘Shop Club’ to Tara in terror and question, who just held her hands up, not knowing what to say. Anya didn’t notice the exchange, her whole body stiffening as she noticed another group of women start to gather beside them.


“They’re assembling,” she said in a low tone, “Come on; we need to stay by the door.”


She rushed off towards the glass doors, stretching her arms across all three of them to prevent anyone else from having access. Alice turned to Tara, her mouth hanging open.


“Is she serious?!”


Tara started walking over to Anya, looking over her shoulder at Alice.


“Yes, and I really wouldn’t let her hear you questioning her.”


“I feel like I’m in the twilight zone,” Alice said in disbelief as she followed, “I thought we were just going shopping.”


“We are,” Tara answered in a whisper, “Just Anya-style.”


“I bet Willow only put up with this because she loved the organisation,” Alice muttered before Tara nudged her sharply as they stood either side of Anya.


“We’ve got the doors, Anya,” Tara said politely, “You can put your arms down.”


Anya looked around and nodded to herself when she saw Alice and Tara stood squarely in front of the door either side of her.


“30 minutes to kick-off.”


Alice and Tara exchanged a look but said nothing.


Anya’s speculation that the carpark would become thronged with people over the next half an hour turned out to be quite correct as more and more people gathered around them. The crowds began to stand closer and closer to the main doors, eventually starting to push against the three women.


After a while, Anya’s watch began beeping and she suddenly threw herself around so she was facing the doors, her face practically mashed up against the glass. She tugged Alice and Tara into a similar position before lowering her voice to a whisper.


“These doors will open in 47 seconds. Be ready to run. If you can, grab a cart when you get inside. You can push the others out of the way with it.”


Tara nodded and Alice just gulped. Tara couldn’t be sure, but she thought she might have seen her colleague and friend praying.


37 seconds passed and Anya counted the final 10 seconds, her pitch getting higher as she saw a stocky redheaded boy come to the doors and start to pull back the bolts. The crowd behind them started yelling and pushing and Tara braced herself.


After what seemed like an age, but was reality only a moment or two, the three doors eventually swung open.


Anya was off like a shot, racing towards the toy store. Tara saw her run in, grabbing a cart from the available ones off to the side before running like a cheetah down the aisles. Tara and Alice followed at an equal pace, though neither managed to nab a cart, and their speed came mostly from trying to avoid being trampled.


Tara tried to remember the established route Anya had laid out but in the corner of her eye spotted the exact model of laptop they were getting for the boys as part of a large display. She rushed over and grabbed the final two that were set out; a handle in each hand, just as Anya came rushing around the corner, her cart already filled with items.


“Tara!” she called, pride evident in her voice, “You beat me! Well done! You can permanently replace Willow!”


She stopped her cart in front of Tara, her face flushed from running.


“I got the last two,” Tara replied, holding up her hands in indication.


Anya visibly sighed in relief and took one of the laptops, before looking at Tara in confusion.


“Where’s the rest of your stuff?”


“I-I came straight here,” Tara replied nervously and Anya looked horrified, grabbing the second laptop and throwing in her cart.


“Go, go! I’ll take care of the laptops!”


Tara rushed off for appearances sake and rounded one of the corner so she was in the construction sets aisle, surprised to see that a lot of the stock had already been taken by the many other people running around, though she was happy to see there was still a few of the special edition Fire Fighter Building Lego sets and grabbed one.


She made her way over to the board games and picked up a Simpson’s game that JJ had mentioned playing in school and liking. As she moved down the aisle, she added a Frisbee and a yo-yo to her collection, balancing everything between her two hands before turning into the doll section, hoping she’d find the talking hamster toy her son wanted to complete his gifts.


She beamed when she noticed the toy in question and just managed to grab it while keeping her balance before suddenly seeing Alice just ahead, backed against the rows of toys; a pink, glittery teething ring hanging from one hand and a giraffe plush toy in the other. She visibly relaxed as she saw Tara coming towards her.


“Tara, thank god. I really didn’t think there’d be this many people.”


“It’s 50% off,” Tara said, scowling at a woman who rushed past her and almost made her drop the load in her hands, “I wouldn’t be surprised if all of Buffalo is here.”


Alice’s eyes darted around herself.


“Me either.”


Tara gave a small laugh before looking down at the contents of her friend’s hand.


“Is that all you’re getting?”


“Ella’s 3 months old,” Alice replied with a playful roll of her eyes, “Something to chew on and something squishy and she’s the happiest girl in the world. I only came today because I thought we’d be having a fun day of shopping, this stuff is cheap enough as it is, I don’t need the 50% off. I seriously didn’t know Anya would be such a nightmare.”


“Well she may be a bit...intense,” Tara responded.


Alice looked at Tara like she’d grown a second head.


“Tara, she’s crazy!”


“There is method to her madness,” Tara replied, holding her arms up in indication, “I have everything JJ wants and we’ve been here less than thirty minutes.”


Alice opened her mouth to respond but didn’t get a chance to as the shrill sound of a whistle rang out around them. Tara bit the side of her lip.


“That’s our cue.”


Tara again got the ‘you have two heads’ look from Alice.


“Tara, you cannot be serious.”


“She’d do it for us,” Tara called over her shoulder as she started quickly walking towards the sound of the whistle.


Alice resigned herself to the fact that she had indeed entered the Twilight Zone and followed Tara, the two women rounding the corner to see Anya trying to roughly tug a box from another woman’s hand, the whistle still between her teeth, though she wasn’t blowing into it.


She spat the whistle out as she saw Tara and Alice come forward.


“What’s going on here?” Tara asked calmly as she approached, placing her items in Anya’s cart.


“This bitch stole one of the laptops right from the cart,” Anya snarled at the woman, before puffing out her next words between huffy breaths, “That...is not...proper...shopping...etiquette!”


“This is insane,” Alice muttered, shaking her head, “Completely insane.”


Tara ignored her friend and gave the other woman that Anya was about to physically attack with a soft smile.


“Um, ma’am, we did get to those first.”


“I don’t know what you’re all talking about,” the woman spoke up in a haughty and obviously lying tone, “I had this in my hands and this woman just came and swiped it out from under me.”


“Oh you little–” Anya started, giving another rough tug, “Nobody tries to steal from Anya Christina Emmanuella Jenkins-Harris!”


“Do all those names make you feel special?” the woman shot back as Anya started to become incensed.


“I will evisc–”


Anya was cut off and scrambled in surprise as both women found the box snatched from their grips. Tara turned, box in hand, and deposited it back in the cart.


“Alice, do not take your eyes off that thing,” she said to the brunette before turning back to the two women. She grabbed Anya’s shoulder to hold her back and shook her head at the other woman, “I’m not going to apologise, I know you took that from my friend’s cart. Next time, be wary of a woman with a whistle.”


She then turned Anya using her grip on her blonde friend’s shoulder and started walking them away from the woman, indicating for Alice to follow with the cart. Once they were a lengthy distance away, Anya turned to Tara and offered her a small smile.


“You can definitely replace Willow. Last year, she gave away the toy helicopter I was fighting with someone over, even though I picked it up first!”


“Yes, and if I’m told correctly, did so to stop both of you from coming home with black eyes,” Tara replied with a quirked eyebrow, “So I’m glad she did it. And didn’t Alex get a helicopter in the end anyway?”


“Yes,” Anya answered, slightly affronted, “But only one with 6 speeds, not 7!”


Tara just chuckled to herself before gesturing at the cart.


“Have you got everything you wanted?”


“Everything on my list,” Anya confirmed, “All of Alex’s Christmas and birthday presents.”


“Oh his birthday, of course,” Alice interjected, looking at the contents of the very-full cart, “I was thinking you were going a bit overboard on Santa presents.”


“So, if we’re all finished with the toys...” Tara started, “Do you guys have anymore shopping to do? I need to go for Willow.”


“Yea, I need to pick something up from that specialty sports store upstairs,” Alice replied, “I got Jesse a signed baseball.”


“And I need to get Xander’s aftershave,” Anya piped up, smiling fondly, “He says it gives him a rash, but I like how it makes him smell big and manly, so he’s getting it anyway.”


Tara shook her head with a quiet laugh.


“Alright, well, why don’t we go pay for these and put them in the cars so we’re not weighed down with bags? Then we can go and get the things we need to get and grab some lunch before we head back.”


The other two nodded their agreements and the trio made their way to the cash registers, taking one each to pay for their goods. Once paid, they loaded the bags into the cart to wheel them to each of their cars and deposited them in their respective trucks before making their way back to the mall.


“Okay, so like...an hour?” Tara suggested as she walked through the automatic doors again, thankful that she wasn’t at risk of being crushed this time, “We can meet at that Italian deli place in the food court.”


“Great,” Alice smiled, checking the time on her watch, “I’ll be there.”


“Me too,” Anya agreed.


The three all went in their separate directions; Alice heading up to the sporting store and Anya to the perfume store while Tara leisurely strolled around the mall, passing the various stores as she waited for something to catch her eye or an idea to pop into her head for Willow’s gift.


When Abercrombie & Fitch, Lady Foot Locker, The Body Shop and Victoria Secret all failed to give her ideas (or the right kind of idea anyway, as the lingerie shop had sent plenty of thoughts into her head), she took the escalator to the second floor and started on the same circular path around that level.


She lingered at The Apple store for a moment before deciding that she’d probably end up getting the wrong kind of computer-related gadget that Willow liked, or get one she already had. She saw a beautiful necklace in the window of the Swarovski store, but opted out of that, since she’d gotten Willow a necklace for their anniversary. She kept it mind though for their February anniversary.


She was just about to give up when she wandered past a store called Bag Ladies and decided to go in. She admired the various purses and clutches before coming across a set of leather wallets.


She picked up the red-coloured one and nodded in appreciation of how smooth and sleek the leather was, suddenly remembering how Willow had told her a few weeks previously that her own wallet had developed a small hole in the coin compartment.


She’d pretty much decided on buying it, but was sold completely when she went to unzip the zipper on the purse and saw the charm hanging off the end of the slider was a diamond-studded ‘W’.


A quick look at the label told her the company that produced the wallet started with ‘W’, the slider being their logo, but Tara took it as a sign that it was the gift she was supposed to get her wife.


She brought it to the female cashier, who giftwrapped it in green and brown striped paper, finished with silver ribbon, tied and spiralled into a decorative bow shape. Tara handed her debit card to the other girl, who smiled pleasantly as she ran the transaction and handed Tara her card back along with the wrapped wallet in a small boutique bag.


“Have a nice day.”


“I will,” Tara smiled pleasantly as she took the bag, “Thank you.”


She strolled out of the store and checked her watch, seeing there were still a few minutes until she had to meet the girls. With nothing else to do, she decided to head on up to the food court and nab a table before the lunch time rush hit. She walked back around to the escalators again and stepped on, letting people pass her on the right until she stepped off in the foot court.


She went towards the Italian deli they’d agreed to meet at and smiled when she spotted Alice sitting at a nearby table, quietly sipping from a bottle of water and pressing buttons on her phone. She walked over and slid into the seat opposite.


“Hey,” she greeted warmly, “Did you get the baseball?”


“Yep,” Alice smiled, snapping her phone shut, “And Jesse says they’re all having fun.”


Tara smiled back.


“Good.”


Alice took another sip from her water and pointed at the bag Tara had put down beside her chair.


“What did you get Willow?”


“A nice wallet,” Tara responded, “Her old one was starting to fall apart.”


“Aww, that’s sweet,” Alice replied, but didn’t get a chance to say anything else as Anya suddenly appeared and sat down beside them.


“Hello, ladies,” she greeted with a smile, “Have we all finished our personal duties in supporting capitalism?”


“We have,” Tara replied with the barest hit of a grin, “Have you?”


“Oh yes,” Anya responded eagerly, reaching into one of the bags by her feet, “Look what Xander got me for Christmas.”


She produced a rectangular jewellery box and popped it open to reveal a shimmering silver bracelet with circular loops connecting it.


“How kind of him,” Alice commented dryly, “It’s amazing how he always knows exactly what you want.”


“I know,” Anya replied with a smile to herself as she put the box back in the bag, “He’s such a sweetie.”


Alice rolled her eyes at Tara, who just stifled a laugh and stood up.


“I’ll go get us sandwiches. What would you guys like?”


“I’ll just have a Turkey club, Tara,” Alice smiled, “Thanks.”


“Italian sausage and relish,” Anya replied with a smile.


Tara went up to the deli counter and ordered the two sandwiches, along with a tuna melt for herself along with three waters. When she arrived back at the table, she saw Anya was holding a magazine open and reading something from it, while Alice was shaking her head but had an amused smile on her face.


“What’s happening?” Tara asked curiously as she set the tray of food and drinks down.


“Finding out who has the best sex life,” Anya replied casually, holding up the magazine and revealing it to be ‘Cosmo’ before grinning, “And I’m winning.”


“Only because I thought ‘Tequila Sunrise’ was a drink and not a sex position,” Alice replied with a good-natured roll of her eyes, “Alright, what’s the last question?”


Anya ran a finger down the page before tapping it.


“Okay, how many times in the past year have you faked an orgasm?”


Tara almost choked on air, thankful she hadn’t started eating yet; shocked, not least of all because of the public setting they were in, although thankfully no one seemed to be paying attention to them and even more thankfully, there were no children around.


“Uh, I guess...” Alice closed her eyes for a moment in thought, grinning slightly, “Not often. Jesse certainly knows how to use it. Maybe 3?”


Anya nodded understandably.


“I think I’m around the same. I normally make Xander continue doing whatever if his penis doesn’t get me there, but if I'm just exhausted and it's not happening, I give him a pass.”


Alice gave a quiet giggle before both women turned to Tara, looking at her expectantly. Tara’s eyebrows shot up and she shook her head.


“You should know better than to even ask me that. Mine and Willow’s sex life is private.”


“Don’t be such a prude,” Alice gently teased, “It’s just us girls.”


“Yes, sharing sexual stories is a common form of female bonding,” Anya added knowledgably, “If that doesn’t convince you, consider this peer pressure.”


Tara brought a hand up to rest the side of her head on her palm and sighed, rolling her eyes.


“I haven’t.”


Alice quirked an eyebrow in suspicion.


“You haven’t faked an orgasm once in the past year?”


Tara blushed and cleared her throat before speaking in a whisper.


“I’ve never faked an orgasm, ever. I’ve never had to. Not that I would. Now can we please move on?”


Both Anya and Alice looked between each other and their friend in shock for a moment before speaking at the same time.


“Tara wins.”


Tara blushed even more and picked up her sandwich to change the subject.


“Let’s eat.”


Anya stared at Tara for another moment before muttering ‘lucky’, then putting the magazine down and the table and picked up her sandwich, giving an appreciative moan as she took a bite.


“I love sausage,” she said as she swallowed.


Both Tara and Alice’s eyes widened as they waited for their friend to follow that up with some phallic reference, but she didn’t. They just looked at each other and smiled before tucking into their own sandwiches.


They chatted as they ate their lunch; Tara very grateful that the discussion didn’t turn to either hers or anyone else’s sex lives.


When they finished, they made their way to their respective cars and each drove towards the Rosenberg-Maclay house.


“Why didn’t we carpool?” Tara muttered to herself as she parked her car in their driveway.


She didn’t dwell on the thought, just happy about that year’s ‘Shop Club’ being over. She wasn’t sure whether her or Willow would go next year, but smiled when she thought that they’d have a 4 month old baby to buy for as well.


She stepped out of the car and left the bags of gifts in the trunk, planning on bringing them in later when JJ was asleep so he wouldn’t see them. She heard echoing car door slams as Anya and Alice exited their cars and the three women walked towards the house and Tara opened the front door.


“Guys, we’re home,” she called as she let the other two through the door.


There was the sound of running around before JJ and Alex suddenly skidded into the foyer, giddy grins on their faces as their hair stuck up in a more noticeably northern direction than it ever would normally.


“Oh my god,” Alice said, setting her jaw and shaking her head as she turned to look at Tara, “What did I tell you? Mohawks! I should have known having him join these two would just add ammunition, not stop him. I swear, if my daughter has one...”


Alice’s eyes widened as Willow, Jesse and Xander followed the boys from the kitchen; Ella in her father’s arms. With her small tufts of brown hair sticking upwards and greasy with hair gel.


While Alice seemed horrified, Tara was highly amused. She managed to contain her laughter at the children’s new hairstyle but as soon as she saw that the adults had decided to partake in the fun as well, she burst into raucous laughter.


Jesse and Xander just looked like sleek men from some kind of Tom Cruise movie, but Willow, her red hair lifted completely off her head and gelled to a continuous line of spikes, was quite possibly the funniest thing Tara had ever set eyes on.


“Jesse Marvin McNally, I told you not to touch her hair,” Alice suddenly spoke, marching over to Jesse and taking Ella, “My poor baby. Let’s get this washed out.”


“Aww, babe, she loves it,” Jesse protested, rolling his eyes and throwing a wink at everyone else as he followed Alice up the stairs, “She was laughin’ the whole time!”


Anya smiled down at the two boys.


“You both look very cool,” she said, giving them a thumbs up as they high-five each other and ran off to play.


Anya then went over to Xander and placed a warm kiss on his lips.


“What was that for?” Xander asked, grinning from ear-to-ear.


“For the beautiful, expensive bracelet you bought me,” Anya replied before walking towards the kitchen, “I’m getting some water.”


Xander paled considerably and quickly trailed behind his wife.


“...Ahn? How expensive?”


“Whaddya think, baby?” Willow grinned, walking over to her wife and wrapping her arms around her waist, “Ya like the new ‘do?”


“Oh I love it,” Tara replied, reaching a hand up and touching it carefully, “It’ll ruin our sheets if you sleep in it though.”


“Yea, we don’t want to have to deal with another wet spot, now do we?” Willow replied, giggling and waggling her eyebrows, “How did shopping go?”


Tara chuckled.


“You weren’t joking about Anya being a demon were you?”


Willow shook her head with a playful grin.


“Was there a whistle situation?”


“Yep,” Tara replied with a small shudder, “But we got through it. And we got the last two laptops. So even if she is insane about it, it paid off.”


“Excellent,” Willow responded, placing a gentle kiss on her wife’s lips, “So you got all the shopping done?”


Tara nodded.


“I did.”


“You’re the best,” Willow replied, “But, um, just so you know...”


Tara quirked an eyebrow in question.


“Yes, my dear?”


Willow adopted the sweetest smile she could.


“I’m still not doing the wrapping.”

[BuffyFan4ever]

Dibs YAY!!! WELCOME BACK!!!!

Loved this update. Anya is hilarious.

I loved the whistle scene. The sad part is how realistic it was. With a 50% sale it's almost like the store wants it to happen.

Loved how Willow's new wallet seemed to be made for her.

at Anya picking out a gift for Xander that she knows he doesn't like but she does. She even picked out her own gift and Xander wasn't even surprised. He just worried about the cost. Classic.

The hair-dos sound hilarious.

Can't wait to read more.

[brave-little-toaster]

Yay! I missed your writing... a whole bunch.
The entire thing was simply awesome, but I'd have to say the scene with the Cosmo was probably my favorite.

[wayland]

Good to see you back, Laragh.

[Ariel]

Laragh!!!! <=color is a tribute to Ireland - nice, eh?

YOU'RE BAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!

Okay, major - SHOPPING IS HILARIOUS!!! The whistles, the battle, camping out, the maps, shopping is war, Anya at her frenzied best, the threat of evisceration!!! And Alice's references to the Twilight Zone . . perfect!!!

Have to agree with everyone else, LOVED protective Tara!!!

On a pure writing comment, love how you mention Alice's fear of a mohawk then re-incorporate that - sharp and funny!

So glad you're back!!! Not a party without you, and now it is!

Late night and early work a.m. - gotta go!!! More on your next post (get my subtle hint?)

Ariel
How I Met Your Mother

[ContriQ aka Paow]

OMG

You're back!!!!!

Yay yay yay. I laughed my way through the whole update, and almost choked a few times. I loved the.. well I loved all the parts but aspecially the "who has the best sex life" scene

Great to have you and your awesome writing-skills back

[zampsa19752001]

Welcome back! *Big Hugs*

Yay for awesome update-y goodness... I loved the crazy shopping with Anya... I'm glad that Tara calmly dealed with the laptop stealing mom... I absolutely love the present Tara got to Willow... Those mohawk-dos are pretty damn hilarious...

[DaddyCatALSO]

Everyone spot on as always (I think I need to go back and get soem background on this 'verse!) Truly scary shopping moments; I've never *done* that but I *have* been there from the retail side of the counter, brr.(Sigh, I haven't had a decent turkey club in forever.)

If what we've seen on the show applies here, good thing anyway that Willow's not doing the wrapping :-).

My ex once mentioned faking her orgasms (not sure if we were arguing and she said it to score points or if we were having an honest discussion and she said it in the spirit of sharing (with us, those 2 things were hard to distinguish:-(,) and I blew it off by saying "Every woman does that." But if any women in any possible universe don't, I can see it would be Willow and Tara!

And yes, leave the little kids and the "big kids" together and you never know what you'll come back to, whether it's hair-don'ts or something else. A good, solid way to end the chapter.

[Promthea128]

You're back!!! Glompage and huggles. Glad to see you're feeling/getting better.

This update was amazing, I actually laughed out loud. Now my mom thinks I'm crazy. Loved it.

[leonhart17]

Of course the two days when I have no internet is when you get back! So much fun! I'm glad Tara survived shopping! Very cute update!!!

[ToTheNetherRealm]

FINALLY! I´ve been going crazy without your amazing updates. ( me = )

Nice comeback! Anya is hilarious!

Anya sighed and shook her head, throwing her hands into the air in frustration.


“Great. Now I have to work with two newbies.”

LOL. But you must agree with Alice, the shopping was pretty insane.

[love_2003]

Great to see you back!
I'm glad Tara did decide to go shopping instead of letting Willow go; Anya was a little intense.

[Gaga01]

I'm glad to see you're back!

Great update! I can't say I'm surprised about Anya's shopping techniques, but wow, talk about extreme shopping, lol. I could never go shopping with her because I'd probably end up being as crazy as Anya...I'm so glad Willow's pregnant, I can't wait to see what you have in store for us next...

[Finey_McFine]

My JMT is back...WOO HOO!!

Lovely update, but then again you could have posted just this and I would still love it!!

I’m always worried I’m gonna go home and she’ll have a Mohawk or something when I leave them alone for the day.”

Ominous foreshadowing............

The whole shopping experience with Anya was very entertaining and highly accurate...especially since I've lived it. My neighbors and I used to do the 4am thing every Black Friday when the kids were little and we could get great deals. I have since retired from going at 4am because of "The Incident," which, as I said before will appear in an upcoming chapter of my fic...shameless plug, lol.

but Willow, her red hair lifted completely off her head and gelled to a continuous line of spikes, was quite possibly the funniest thing Tara had ever set eyes on.

And I bet adorable too!!

“You weren’t joking about Anya being a demon were you?”

Hahahaha...perfect!

So glad you are back! Wednesdays without you were just...unpleasant.

[taralicious]

Laragh,
Nice to read your words again but this update is a little too girly for me to relate to so I'll just say welcome back, we missed you.

[Laragh]

BuffyFan4ever –

Dibs YAY!!! WELCOME BACK!!!!

Thank you!

Loved this update. Anya is hilarious.

Ha, glad she could give you a giggle.

I loved the whistle scene. The sad part is how realistic it was. With a 50% sale it's almost like the store wants it to happen.

It’s pretty scary.

Loved how Willow's new wallet seemed to be made for her.

The universe makes these decisions for us sometimes!

:rofl at Anya picking out a gift for Xander that she knows he doesn't like but she does. She even picked out her own gift and Xander wasn't even surprised. He just worried about the cost. Classic.

Girl knows what she wants!

The hair-dos sound hilarious.

If I had any photoshop skills, I’d make a picture, but since I don’t, you’ll have to use your imagination. But yes, the way I picture it is pretty hilarious.

Thanks for commenting

brave-little-toaster –

Yay! I missed your writing... a whole bunch.

Aww thanks!

The entire thing was simply awesome, but I'd have to say the scene with the Cosmo was probably my favorite.

Glad you enjoyed it, it was fun to write

Thanks for your comment!

wayland –

Good to see you back, Laragh.

Thanks Clare

Ariel –

Laragh!!!! <=color is a tribute to Ireland - nice, eh?

Ha, very nice

YOU'RE BAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!

I aaammmmmmm!

Okay, major - SHOPPING IS HILARIOUS!!! The whistles, the battle, camping out, the maps, shopping is war, Anya at her frenzied best, the threat of evisceration!!! And Alice's references to the Twilight Zone . . perfect!!!

I can tell you something, I wouldn’t want to be the one getting between Anya and what she wants

Have to agree with everyone else, LOVED protective Tara!!!

Well she’s the proud Mommy, has to protect what’s hers

On a pure writing comment, love how you mention Alice's fear of a mohawk then re-incorporate that - sharp and funny!

Glad you liked, I think Jesse’s gonna be in the dog house for a while though

So glad you're back!!! Not a party without you, and now it is!

The party don’t start ‘til I walk in ?

Late night and early work a.m. - gotta go!!! More on your next post (get my subtle hint?)

Subtle as a brick

Thanks for your feedback!

ContriQ aka Paow –

OMG

You're back!!!!! :banana

I am! Nice to have you back with me

Yay yay yay. I laughed my way through the whole update, and almost choked a few times. I loved the.. well I loved all the parts but aspecially the "who has the best sex life" scene

Hehe, glad I could give you a giggle!

Great to have you and your awesome writing-skills back

I’m happy to be back, thanks for your kind words

And thanks for commenting!

zampsa19752001 –

Welcome back! *Big Hugs*

*huggles*

I loved the crazy shopping with Anya...

It’s fun to observe from a distance, not so much to be in

I'm glad that Tara calmly dealed with the laptop stealing mom...

Cool and calm, that’s our Tara

I absolutely love the present Tara got to Willow...

Hopefully Willow likes it too!

Those mohawk-dos are pretty damn hilarious...

You’d think FBI employees wouldn’t be such big kids, wouldn’t you?

Thanks for your comment!

DaddyCatALSO –

Everyone spot on as always (I think I need to go back and get soem background on this 'verse!)

Let me know if you need a summary of anything or anyone

Truly scary shopping moments; I've never *done* that but I *have* been there from the retail side of the counter, brr.(Sigh, I haven't had a decent turkey club in forever.)

I bet it’s a nightmare trying to calm down all the anxiously shopping mothers! I haven’t had a really good sandwich in a long time either. Now I want one

If what we've seen on the show applies here, good thing anyway that Willow's not doing the wrapping :-).

Haha, yes, Tara would be a little neater

My ex once mentioned faking her orgasms (not sure if we were arguing and she said it to score points or if we were having an honest discussion and she said it in the spirit of sharing (with us, those 2 things were hard to distinguish:-(,) and I blew it off by saying "Every woman does that." But if any women in any possible universe don't, I can see it would be Willow and Tara!

I dunno about every woman, but I agree yes, it would be Willow and Tara that wouldn’t.

And yes, leave the little kids and the "big kids" together and you never know what you'll come back to, whether it's hair-don'ts or something else. A good, solid way to end the chapter.

Why thank you!

And thanks for your feedback

Promthea128 –

You're back!!! Glompage and huggles. Glad to see you're feeling/getting better.

*accepts glomping and huggles* Thank you

This update was amazing, I actually laughed out loud. Now my mom thinks I'm crazy. Loved it.

Haha, glad you liked! What mother doesn’t think their kid is crazy?

Thanks for commenting!

leonhart17 –

Of course the two days when I have no internet is when you get back! So much fun! I'm glad Tara survived shopping! Very cute update!!!

Hi! Glad you liked the update, it was fun to write

Thanks for your comment!

ToTheNetherRealm –

FINALLY! I´ve been going crazy without your amazing updates. ( me = )

Sorry to keep you waiting! Back now though

Nice comeback! Anya is hilarious!

She’s a wacky gal

LOL. But you must agree with Alice, the shopping was pretty insane.

Insane is putting it lightly

Thanks for commenting!

love_2003 –

Great to see you back!

Great to be back

I'm glad Tara did decide to go shopping instead of letting Willow go; Anya was a little intense.

Quite! Could have fallen it into a dangerous category

Thanks for your comment!

Gaga01 –

I'm glad to see you're back!

Thanks

Great update! I can't say I'm surprised about Anya's shopping techniques, but wow, talk about extreme shopping, lol. I could never go shopping with her because I'd probably end up being as crazy as Anya...

So would I It’s a whole lifestyle, not just a day

I'm so glad Willow's pregnant, I can't wait to see what you have in store for us next...

I’m looking forward to seeing what happens too

Thanks for commenting!

Finey_McFine –

My JMT is back...WOO HOO!!

I am! Hi!

Lovely update, but then again you could have posted just this and I would still love it!!

Ha, don’t say that, it might actually happen if I get writer’s block again!

“I’m always worried I’m gonna go home and she’ll have a Mohawk or something when I leave them alone for the day.” ... Ominous foreshadowing............

Glad you picked up on it

The whole shopping experience with Anya was very entertaining and highly accurate...especially since I've lived it. My neighbors and I used to do the 4am thing every Black Friday when the kids were little and we could get great deals. I have since retired from going at 4am because of "The Incident," which, as I said before will appear in an upcoming chapter of my fic...shameless plug, lol.

I can only imagine...was there blood and terror?

“but Willow, her red hair lifted completely off her head and gelled to a continuous line of spikes, was quite possibly the funniest thing Tara had ever set eyes on.” ... And I bet adorable too!!

How could Willow not be adorable?

“You weren’t joking about Anya being a demon were you?” ... Hahahaha...perfect!

These jokes write themselves

So glad you are back! Wednesdays without you were just...unpleasant.

As bad as hyena possession?

Thanks for your feedback!

taralicious –

Laragh,
Nice to read your words again but this update is a little too girly for me to relate to so I'll just say welcome back, we missed you.

You mean you couldn’t make a dick joke?

---

Update Directly Below

[Laragh]

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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 19

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“Willow, can you at least help me with the tape?”


Willow shook her head from where she was lying on the sofa. The end of her hair were still wet from where she’d washed the gelled Mohawk out and tiny droplets were falling down the low-cut top she’d pulled on after her shower while she kept her eyes leisurely closed and rested both hands gently on top of her stomach.


Jesse and Alice and Xander and Anya, along with their respective children, had stayed until the late afternoon before the kids started to get tired and they left, while Willow and Tara had spent the rest of the evening tidying from the chaos of mixing kids and Christmas decorations, along with hair gel and the boxes of Oreos that had been broken out and JJ amused himself with a Finding Nemo DVD and playing with his cars.


When dinner had been eaten and JJ had his bath and was put to bed with a story, Tara had brought the presents in from the car, ready to wrap and hide before their son even knew they existed.


Willow, however, had continued to refuse to help and was now frowning slightly at her wife’s words. She shook her head again, resolution set on her face.


“The baby doesn’t want to.”


Willow could feel boring eyes on her in response and cracked her eye open to see Tara staring at her from her position kneeling on the floor, surrounded by wrapping paper and JJ’s gifts, an eyebrow quirked.


“You’re using our unborn child to get out of helping me?”


“Tara,” Willow whined, starting to pout, “You know the last time I tried to wrap presents it ended up looking like it’d been dragged behind the car the whole way home from the toy store.”


Tara sighed and shook her head.


“Anytime you’ve given me a gift it’s been immaculately wrapped.”


“Because the store did it,” Willow replied, throwing her hands up in the air, “Duh.”


“Willow,” Tara responded and the redhead looked over to see her wife giving her one of her requisite half-smiles, “I’m not asking you to wrap. Just to help me place the tape.”


Willow felt her whole body melt like it always did when Tara smiled at her like that and soon found herself on her knees in front of her wife, the cascade of paper and mixture of wrapped and unwrapped gifts between them. She moved to place her hand over Tara’s on top of the laptop that was being wrapped.


“You’re hypnotic sometimes, you know that?”


“Only sometimes?” Tara asked, her eyes shining with mirth, “I’m losing my touch.”


“Uh uh,” Willow shook her head, turning her wife’s hand in hers and moving it up to place against the open ‘V’ of her blouse on the bare skin above her breasts, “No, your touch is perfect.”


“Calm now,” Tara grinned as she retracted her hand, using it to give Willow the roll of tape, “Help me finish first. Then we can look more into my touch and how much you can have.”


Willow’s whole face lit up and she hurriedly began ripping the tape off.


“Are three inch strips big enough? How many do you need?”


Tara chuckled and folded the wrapping paper over the laptop box.


“One here, please.”


Willow tore the tape off with her teeth and placed it over paper, securing it. She copied her actions as Tara folded the ends.


“The kids did a nice job on the tree,” Tara commented as she pushed the wrapped laptop to one side and picked up the box of Lego, looking back at the Christmas tree in the corner that was decorated with mismatched and colour-clashing ornaments, but still looked quite pretty.


Willow scowled slightly.


“I helped.”


Tara looked up with a wry grin.


“You all did a great job.”


“Thank you,” Willow replied almost smugly, placing more tape down on the paper, “And you did a great job with the presents. You didn’t even come home with any bruises.”


“Fanatical she may be,” Tara replied with a laugh, “But you can’t say Anya’s isn’t efficient.”


“It’s impressive how she manages to get blueprints to the stores,” Willow nodded in agreement, “Nothing I couldn’t get in two minutes hacking into the City Hall website, but flirting for information is a valuable skill too.”


Tara quirked one eyebrow at her wife.


“Be nice.”


“I am being nice!” Willow protested, “I’m not calling her a...a floozy or anything, I’m just saying that knowing how to communicate with people in a way that gets you what you want is a good thing.”


Willow help her chin high and saw Tara smirk slightly.


“Floozy?”


“It’s a word,” Willow defended, “A great word. It has just the right connotations for what it means without sounding overtly crass and therefore can be used in the right kind of polite company.”


Tara took the piece of ripped tape hanging from Willow’s finger and placed it over the final fold of the last present.


“I’m not going to argue the semantics of a word with you,” she said with a smile as she piled the presents on top of each other, “I’ll never win. I’ll go put these away.”


“I’ll do it,” Willow offered cheerily, standing up and picking up the pile of presents between her two hands, “Our room or the closet under the stairs?”


“Closet,” Tara answered as she straightened up, “There’s no room in ours. Do you need any help?”


Willow shook her head and made her way towards the door.


“I got it. They're not heavy.”


Tara walked over to the sofa and flopped down onto it, closing her eyes and stretching her back muscles.


“How was your morning sickness today, sweetheart?” she called out, loudly enough for Willow to hear from the foyer, “Is that ginger tea I got helping at all? I can give you a back rub if you wa–”


She cut herself off as she felt two knees come to rest either side of her legs and opened her eyes in time to see Willow sit back on her lap and rest her hands on her shoulders.


“I want you to rub something but it’s not my back,” Willow said lasciviously, licking her lips as Tara’s hands instinctively moved around her body to cup her ass and keep her in place, “And I wanna kiss that beautiful neck.”


Tara tilted her neck to the side as the redhead started dropping kisses along her skin and sighed in satisfaction at the sudden turn of events.


“Baby hormones?”


“No,” Willow’s muffled voice filled the blonde’s ears, “‘You’re sexy’ hormones.”


Tara murmured an approval and lolled her neck to the side even more, unintentionally casting her eyes downward and for the first time noticing that whatever way Willow’s shirt was falling on her, her breasts looked more generously proportioned than usual.


“Are you wearing a new bra?” she questioned, curiosity evident in her tone.


“What?” Willow asked, pulling her head back in confusion, “No. Why, can you not unhook it?”


“I haven’t tried yet,” Tara replied with an intrigued look on her face before she focused back on her wife, “Kissing, please.”


“You got it,” Willow grinned, the blonde’s odd question gone from her mind as she attached her lips to the blonde's.


Tara moaned as Willow’s tongue slipped between her lips and moved her hands upwards and under the redhead’s shirt, caressing the soft skin of the small of her back gently. Her fingers dug more deeply into her wife’s flesh as she felt Willow’s tongue bathe her own until the smaller girl suddenly pulled back, her eyes considerably darkened in desire.


Willow took heavy breaths into her lungs and smirked at her wife before slowly sinking down between the taller girl’s knees. Tara felt a shiver of anticipation move up her spine but cast a cautious glance at the living room door.


Willow noticed and understanding her wife’s concern, placed a hand on either of the blonde’s knees under her skirt, pulling them apart just slightly to get Tara to focus back on her, too focused on what she wanted to do to try and wait.


“He won’t wake up. We won’t take any clothes off just in case.”


Tara didn’t need much convincing and settled back against the cushions, letting her eyes flutter closed. Willow grinned and pushed the fabric on her wife’s skirt up to her mid-thigh, keeping Tara covered enough that she wouldn’t be in any way exposed should a certain little boy wander downstairs. She licked her lips as she moved the material up and kissed each piece of exposed skin as it was revealed. As Tara’s heady scent started to filter up to her nostrils, she slipped her hand between her lover’s thighs to pull the fabric of her panties to one side.


She moaned as she saw her wife’s intimate flesh come into view, shadowed by the skirt still securely around her waist and thighs, but still the wanton, wet pink colour that sent a flood of arousal to Willow’s core.


She went to move her head beneath Tara’s skirt, but struggled to lean far enough in while her hand still took up room. She retracted her fingers hold on the blonde’s panties and tried again to push her head forwards, but with little success as the confining material of the skirt only allowed the taller girl’s legs to stretch so far apart.


Tara readjusted herself in confusion as she felt the odd sensation of Willow trying to push more into her until she felt the redhead’s hands on her inner thighs, pushing them apart. Understanding, she spread her legs as far as she could, again feeling Willow’s head slip beneath her skirt, but still not as far as she needed until the pushing feeling stopped and she heard a frustrated groan.


She opened her eyes to see Willow glaring at her thighs, her face flushed and a piece of hair sticking on top of her head.


“This skirt was not designed for easy access!” Willow griped, smoothing a hand down the back of her hair, “I’ve never had this much trouble trying to go down on you.”


Tara held back a grin.


“Well then why don’t you take me upstairs to our nice, private bedroom?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow, “Private enough that you can strip me and do whatever you like without getting your head stuck.”


“I can think of worse places to get my head stuck,” Willow replied, her eyes twinkling as she stood up and grabbed both of her wife’s hands, “But I like the stripping you part. Quickly, though. I want you so bad.”


She pulled Tara up beside her and starting leading her from the living room, their pace getting faster as they bounded up the stairs and towards their bedroom, closing the door behind them before reaching out and taking two fistfuls of her wife’s shirt.


“This needs to go,” she said before she crushed their lips together and worked her fingers down her lover’s shirt, undoing each button with deft ease as she backed them towards the bed.


Just as she felt Tara about to fall back onto the mattress, she grabbed a hold of her hips and spun them around so she was the one to sink onto the bed, breaking their kiss in the process. She brought her hands around to her wife’s lower back and yanked the loosened material of her shirt off with one quick tug, letting it fall to the floor.


With Tara’s smooth stomach on display, she started lavishing kisses all over the soft skin while her hands moved behind the blonde, dragging the zipper down on the taller girl’s skirt so it dropped around her ankles.


“Finally,” Willow murmured against her lover’s skin as she fingers hooked into the waistband of Tara’s panties, “Bye bye.”


She dragged her wife’s panties down her toned legs and felt her wife step out of the pool of fabric by her feet, kicking them backwards.


Tara groaned in pleasure as she felt Willow start to nuzzle against her curls, feeling her hot breath blow against her heated flesh. She brought her hands behind herself, unhooking her own bra and throwing it to the floor, the swell of arousal in her breasts and friction against her nipples making it uncomfortable to keep it on.


Willow brushed her lips against her wife’s nether ones and moaned when she felt some of the blonde’s desire seep out of her lover and fall onto her tongue. Needing more, she slipped between Tara’s lips and ran it around her soft folds.


“Uhhh, Willow...” Tara moaned, her hips instinctively pushing forwards, “Mmmhhh, yes...”


Willow swirled her tongue along and around her wife’s wet flesh before suddenly pulling back, to a disappointed groan from the blonde.


“Why...” Tara groaned softly, “Why do you always tease me?”


“Because you love it,” Willow replied, running one finger around her mouth to gather the blonde’s juices that had spilled out there before sucking it into her mouth. She saw her wife’s legs begin to shake and grabbed her outer thighs securely before grinning up at her, “You wanted privacy and stripping. I stripped you...so now it’s your turn.”


Tara seemed less disappointed and a lot more pleased at that and dropped to her knees, her hands going straight to Willow’s pants as she popped the button and pulled the sides so the zipper fell down. She brushed her fingers against the fabric of the redhead’s panties and moaned at the wetness she could feel already seeping though them.


Willow leant back on her palms and lifted her hips as she felt Tara start to tug her pants and panties off of her, helping by kicking the fabric off completely as it fell down from her knees. She watched Tara lick her lips and spread her thighs to give her a better view.


Tara ran her fingers along her wife’s outer thighs and gazed at the redhead’s molten core for a few moments, full intending to pay back the smaller girl’s teasing in a similar manner, but wanted her naked first.


She looked up with a grin and took a hold of the hem of her lover’s shirt, slowly pulling it upwards, before suddenly stopping in surprise, Willow’s head and arms caught up in the fabric, when the redhead’s bra-encased breasts came into view and Tara was once again wide-eyed as she saw how much fuller they looked than normal.


“Tara...” Willow’s confused and muffled voice broke through the blonde’s thoughts a few moments later, “Baby, we can have a lot more fun if I have control of my hands and mouth.”


Tara dragged her gaze upwards and quickly whipped her wife’s shirt the rest of the way off.


“What distracted you?” Willow asked with a small laugh.


“You,” Tara replied with a salacious grin and a heavy undertone as she tapped her fingers up the redhead’s back and quickly divested her of her bra, “You’re very sexy.”


Willow grinned back and waggled her eyebrows.


“Oh real–” she started to ask before suddenly finding herself pushed up on the bed with a warm body on top of her and a hot mouth around her nipple, “Whoa! Oh! Ohhhhh...”


She arched her back as teeth scraped across her hardening peak and let out a low, guttural moan as Tara’s mouth engulfed her entire breast while an eager hand began to greedily palm the other, rolling her nipple between dextrous fingers.


Willow tossed her head from side to side against the pillow as she shut her eyes tightly, loving the fervent attention being lavished on her breasts and entwined a hand in her wife’s blonde locks, holding her firmly in place as the taller girl’s teeth and tongue sent overwhelming jolts of pleasure straight to her core.


As throaty sounds of desire escaped her lips, she started to become aware that she wasn’t the only one making noises of pleasure; loud moans reverberating around her breast from Tara’s mouth and rising to her ears. Willow grunted softly and tightened her fingers in her wife’s hair.


“Mmhh, yea baby,” she called down with another moan as she moved her thigh around beneath her wife, eventually connecting with Tara’s center. Her eyes flew open as she felt the sheer amount of arousal spilling out of her lover, “Holy...”


She glanced down at the top of Tara’s head, moving up and down as her mouth attacked the redhead’s breast, and softly pulled at the top of her hair.


“Baby...”


Tara just continued her actions so Willow pulled a little harder, managing to pull her wife up completely. Tara let out a frustrated groan and stretched down so she could continue placing wet kisses all over the redhead’s breast.


“Baby, what’s happening?” Willow asked breathlessly.


“Willow, come on, we’ve been doing this for years,” Tara mumbled in response between kisses before again feeling the insistent tugging on her hair again and very reluctantly raised her head, bringing her second hand up so both were massaging her lover’s breasts. She looked down at the redhead with kind eyes, “Are you okay?”


“I’m...I’m amazing,” Willow replied, her eyes blinking rapidly in quick succession, “You’re moaning.”


Tara looked confused.


“Do I not always moan?”


“Yes, of course,” Willow replied as she looked Tara in the eye, “But that kinda moaning is normally reserved for when I...you know...get down. And you’re...really, really, really wet.”


“Yes,” Tara replied with a small grin, “I know. So why did you stop me?”


“Because I wanna know what I’m doing!” Willow responded as a blush rose in her cheeks, “What’s getting you so hot?”


Tara’s grin got wider and she squeezed both of her wife’s breasts.


“You. You always get me hot, Willow.”


“There’s something extra tonight though,” Willow replied, clearly not willing to let the issue go, despite the fact that more and more arousal was coursing through her with each passing second, “It is...it is me, right?”


Tara, for the first time since she’d rid her wife of her top layers, released her hold on Willow’s chest and moved to lie alongside her, stroking the side of her hair. Willow blushed again and dropped her gaze.


“Stupid Willow,” she mumbled to herself, “Your wife is all over you and just have to open your mouth and put your big foot in it. Can we just forget I said anything and go back to the touching and the moaning? I won't ask anymore-”


“Willow, stop,” Tara chastised softly, “Of course it’s you. It’s always you. Never anyone but you.”


“Okay...” Willow replied, seeming pleased at that answer and turning her head to smile at her wife, “So what am I doing? 'Cause I'll keep doing it. Just 'cause we've been together so long doesn't mean we can't keep learning things. What do you want me to do?”


Tara dropped her hand to her wife's cheek and stroked the skin under her thumb.


“Honey, I don't want you to do anything. There's no way you could improve how much you know my body and how to touch me.”


Willow nodded in acceptance of that answer, but still looked slightly quizzical.


“So you're just really, really horny? Nothing's changed to...make it more?” she asked, her cheeks flushing again, “Tara, you're so wet.”


It was Tara’s turn to blush and she cleared her throat slightly and took her hand from Willow's cheek, gesturing downwards.


“Have you noticed you’ve kind of...gotten a little...larger in the chest area?”


Willow did a small double-take and glanced down, bringing one hand up to palm her own breast.


“Uh, I did have to loosen my straps this morning, but I didn’t really think anything of it...” she replied before whipping her head around to Tara, wide-eyed as a slow grin spread on her face, “Wait, you’re saying the reason you’re so excited is because my boobs got bigger?”


Tara dropped her gaze and Willow burst into quiet laughter.


“God, baby, you’re such a guy!”


“Watch it,” Tara responded, blushing harder but grinning, “And you can hardly talk, Mrs. Self-Proclaimed-Breast-Gal.”


“Looks like there’s two of us now,” Willow replied, smirking even more, “Hey, you think I’d fit into one of your bras?”


Tara shrugged one shoulder.


“Maybe. You can try one on tomorrow.”


Willow didn’t respond, distracted as she cupped her own breasts and smiled as her fingers didn’t reach the whole way around like they had before.


“Hello, ladies.”


She pushed them up and let them bounce on her chest with a giggle before glancing up at Tara who was looking at her in amusement.


“Can I get back to it now?”


Willow nodded as she grinned and brought her hands up to rest under her head, proudly thrusting her chest out.


“Uh huh. Enjoy them, they’re not gonna be big forever.”


“I always enjoy them,” Tara replied as she started kissing downwards from her wife’s collarbone, “There’s just more to enjoy now.”


Willow let out a soft moan as Tara’s tongue re-took her nipple, all the while grinning to herself. She gave herself over to the pleasure completely, feeling unbelievably wanted and happy they could both enjoy this new side effect of her pregnancy.


She also remembered from both Alice and Anya's pregnancies of the women complaining how sore their breasts became after a while and was fully intending to make the most of being able to enjoy their sensitive nature before it got too much.


After several bliss-filled minutes she started to feel her wife begin to grind her hips towards her body and a new kind of want took over. She licked her lips to give them some moisture and started to try and speak between moans.


“Mmhh, I don’t...uhhh, mmmhhh...I don’t wanna pull you away again, baby, but... ahhh ... mmhh ... oh! Mmhh, I need to feel you too...”


Willow jerked in surprise when quick as a flash she found Tara’s lips lifted from her chest, attaching themselves to her own lips. It only took her a second to begin to respond though, auto-pilot taking over as her hands roamed up and down her wife’s back and over the curve of her butt, moaning as she felt the taller girl’s chest pressing firmly into hers, giving her the contact her shocked-at-being-abandoned nipples had been crying out for.


She eagerly cupped both of her lover’s buttocks, squeezing her flesh and pulling her upwards slightly until Tara’s wet heat came into contact with her thigh again.


“Yes,” she called out quietly, throwing her head back against the pillows, “Mmhh...”


Tara used her now-free lips to trail kisses down the redhead’s neck as she rolled her hips against her wife’s thigh, searching for some friction on her throbbing clit.


“I love you,” she almost whispered as she placed feather-light kisses across the smaller girl’s throat to the other side of her neck.


“You just love my rack,” Willow’s replied, her tone playful. She felt Tara smile against her skin and dug her fingers into the flesh beneath their tips, “You better still like ‘em when they’re not all pumped up with pregnancy hormones.”


“I dunno,” Tara replied, bringing her head up so they were face-to-face and grinning, “I’ve gotten a taste of what it’s like to have a wife with big jugs, I don’t know if I can just go back...”


Willow turned her nose up in mock-indignation.


“A lesser woman would make you sleep on the couch for referring to my breasts as ‘jugs’.”


Tara leaned down and turned the redhead’s face towards hers again by nuzzling their noses together.


“I’m lucky I don’t have a lesser woman then. I have my woman.”


Willow smiled softly and brought one hand up to massage the back of her wife’s neck.


“I love you, too.”


Tara smiled back and pressed her lips lightly against her lover’s before pulling back.


“You know I love them because they’re yours, right?” she asked gently, “Shape, size, colour, freckle count...I don’t care what changes; as long as they’re a part of you, I won’t be able to resist.”


“I know,” Willow replied with a small smile, “Someone managed to wind their way into my heart and get rid of all those classic Willow-insecurities quite a few years ago.”


“Wow, this person sounds amazing,” Tara responded, one side of her lips quirking upwards.


“She is,” Willow answered, playing along, “I kinda love her a little.”


Tara traced a circle around her wife’s shoulder.


“Just a little?”


“A lot,” Willow amended, before adding shyly, “I’d like to show her.”


Willow brought her hand up above her shoulder, palm facing Tara as she splayed her fingers and wiggled them slightly in offering. Tara understood and entwined their fingers together.


“She'd like to be shown.”


She adjusted her hips so her thighs were brushing against Willow’s thighs and brought her spare hand up to lay it flat on the mattress below the pillow, keeping herself steady as the redhead brought their conjoined hands between their bodies.


As she felt Willow’s hand fall from her clutch and slide into her abundant waiting heat, she dropped her head to capture the redhead’s lips and let her own hand follow a similar path; two sets of fingers gliding and pressing along each other’s slippery folds until Tara took the initiative and moved them down, thrusting two inside in one quick movement.


Willow gasped in surprise at the sudden but welcome intrusion and Tara used the opportunity to push her tongue into her wife’s mouth. She felt Willow’s tongue begin to duel with her straight away, moaning as nimble fingers started to move in the same rhythm against her clit.


Willow thrust her hips off the bed at a fast pace as she felt the fingers inside her curl and twist inside her, feeling Tara’s hips push back against her at every turn. She increased the speed of her rubbing over her wife’s pleasure nub, the blonde’s copious wetness causing her to slip off a couple of times but she quickly got back on track.


It didn’t take long for both women to begin to near the edge. Willow could tell Tara was close as the speed of her lover’s bucking hips became almost animal in pace and she dropped her fingers, thrusting three inside her wife and stretching them out inside, causing instant flutterings that changed into echoing contractions a nano-second later.


As the blonde’s inner muscles squeezed her tightly and hotly, Willow felt Tara bite down on her lip, lightly so that it didn’t hurt her but enough to keep her from screaming out and with a final thrust, felt her insides explode as well, colours and lights dancing everywhere as her body tensed and teeth clenched.


Tara was the first one to regain control of her senses, releasing Willow’s lip, soothing the bottom one with gentle tongue movements and taking some deep breaths before lifting her hips off of the redhead’s fingers and gently extracting her own, then rolling onto the bed beside her wife.


She let out a satisfied sigh and brought her fingers up to her mouth, sucking them into her mouth individually until she’d cleaned them of her lover’s juices and let her arm fall down by her side again. She glanced over at Willow and thought momentarily that her wife might be asleep but that illusion was broken a moment later as Tara saw the redhead’s arm reach out, the back of her hand hitting the blonde’s stomach.


“Snuggle me.”


“Hitting me is not a conducive way to get a cuddle,” Tara replied dryly.


Willow cracked an eye open and adopted a puppy-dog expression.


“Please snuggle me?”


Tara smiled and started to shuffle onto her side.


“You know I can’t resist those eyes.”


“Fail-proof,” Willow agreed with a happy smile.


Tara began to gather her wife in her arms and grinned to herself.


“Let’s just hope I can get my arms around you, Booberella.”

[BuffyFan4ever]

DIbs

That's about all I'm able thingk right now.

“Let’s just hope I can get my arms around you, Booberella.”

Great ending

[vazy]

I really hate wrapping too, they all end up odd shapes with tape everywhere, good thing Tara has it down though. Silly Willow, not noticing her boobs had started growing from Apples to Melons, or maybe Mangos 'cause hers could never compare to Tara's melons. Great update as always Laragh-monster, I shall go back to bothering you on chat now.

[brave-little-toaster]

These two are so adorable...
And many thanks for the lovin'

[leonhart17]

Lol, that was hot, but I'm still giggling! So Tara's secretly a boob girl? Very funny! They're as sweet as ever too, which I love!

[zampsa19752001]

Yay for excellent update-y goodness... I really hate present wrapping 'cause mine always suck... Big lol for Tara finding Willow's new baby-enduced jugs...

“Let’s just hope I can get my arms around you, Booberella.”

Really made me laugh...

[angieb86]

I loved this chapter!

I love that Willow and Tara can go from sexy to silly in a matter of seconds. It's sweet and endearing, and it always ends in hot yummy deliciousness!

And I have to agree with Willow: SKIRTS ARE EVIL!

Great chapter, Laragh, and I'm glad you're back!!

[ToTheNetherRealm]

Wonderful, as always! Loved that Tara secretly was a breast gal but then again, who isn't?
Looking forward to the next update

[Laragh]

It's time for another awesome pic, courtesy of the ever wonderful Vazy

"The troublesome twosome Alex Harris and J.J. Rosenberg-Maclay."



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